,lyrics_filename,mood,lyrics,mood_cats
6534,Daughtry___Its_Not_Over,anger,"""It’s Not Over  [Verse 1]\nI was blown away\nWhat could I say?\nIt all seemed to make sense\nYou've taken away everything\nAnd I can't deal with that\nI try to see the good in life\nBut good things in life are hard to find\nWe'll blow it away, blow it away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCan we make this something good?\nWell, I'll try to do it right this time around\n[Chorus]\nLet's start over\nI'll try to do it right this time around\nIt's not over\n'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground\nThis love is killing me, but you're the only one\nIt's not over\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've taken all I could take\nAnd I cannot wait\nWe're wasting too much time\nBeing strong, holding on\nCan't let it bring us down\nMy life with you means everything\nSo I won't give up that easily\nI'll blow it away, blow it away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCan we make this something good?\n'Cause it's all misunderstood\nWell, I'll try to do it right this time around\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's start over\nI'll try to do it right this time around\nIt's not over\n'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground\nThis love is killing me, but you're the only one\nIt's not over\nSee Daughtry LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Bridge]\nWe can't let this get away\nLet it out, let it out\nDon't get caught up in yourself\nLet it out\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's start over\nI'll try to do it right this time around\nIt's not over\n'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground\nThis love is killing me, but you're the only one\nIt's not over\n\n[Outro]\nLet's start over\nIt's not over, yeah, yeah\nThis love is killing me, but you're the only one\nIt's not over9",3
8809,Faith_No_More___Everythings_Ruined,sad,"""Everything’s Ruined  [Intro]\nWe were so happy\n\n[Verse 1]\nThings worked out better than we had planned\nCapital from boy, woman and man\nWe were like ink and paper\nNumbers on a calculator\nKnew arithmetic so well\nWorking overtime\nCompleted what was assigned\nWe had to multiply ourselves\n[Pre-Chorus]\nA bouncing little baby\nA shiny copper penny\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd he spent himself\nWould not listen to us\nBut when he lost his appetite\nHe lost his weight in friends\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe became a fat nickel so fast\nThen came puberty\nExponentially\nSoon our boy became a million\n\n[Chorus 2]\nPeople loved him so\nAnd helped him to grow\nEveryone knew the thing that was best\nOf course, he must invest\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nA penny won't do, no\nA penny won't do, no\nA penny won't do, no\nA penny won't do, no\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nBut he made us proud\nHe made us rich\nAnd how were we to know\nHe's counterfeit?\n\n[Outro]\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah\nNow everything's ruined, yeah2",1
5523,Clannad___There_For_You,calm,"""There for You  Everything is foolhardy\nAnd never is so good\nWho will need an explanation\nIf all is understood\n\nThis time has come again\nIt's all shining through\nThis one will be forever\nAnd I'll be there for you\n\nIt was just midnight\nFeeling so high\nDancing on a crest of a wave\nYour eyes met mine\nLeaving those cares behind us\nDancing in the mood\nThis time has come again\nIt's all shining through\nThis one will be forever\nAnd I'll be there for you\n\nA certain combination\nNear impossible to find\nRolling on stormy weather\nSuch a fine line\nStriving to a seventh heaven\nKnowing that we could\n\nThis time has come again\nIt's all shining through\nThis one will be forever\nAnd I'll be there for you",2
6076,Cult_Of_Luna___The_Revelation_Embodied,sad,"'The Revelation Embodied  A time lost to the sick crowd\nOf this new demonic realm\nOceans of blood have\nDrowned all humanity\n\nThe stained ground is smoking\nOf sulphur and burning flesh\nStill attached to human bones\nThe skulls screaming in pain\n\nA time when the curse is alive\nThe horseman has arrived\nUnder the hooves has the human race\nTread down into muddy pools of dirt\nThe abyss, wide open gap\nSet loose the army of darkness\nOver this forsaken earth\nDay and night the apocalypse rules\n\nDay and night\nNight and day\n\nA time lost to the sick crowd\nOf this new demonic realm\nOceans of blood have\nDrowned all humanity\n\nThe stained ground is smoking\nOf sulphur and burning flesh\nStill attached to human bones\nThe skulls screaming in pain\n\nThe revelation embodiedYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2553,Bayside___Devotion_And_Desire,anger,"""Devotion and Desire  [Verse 1]\nTrying to create something that's not there\nA spark I saw as a bomb is just a means to an end\nAnd I was just so happy to be out of my shell again\nDon't think that I really cared for who or what\nSo for now I'll just have to keep it shut\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you're not ready, you're not ready\nPlease stop acting like you are\n[Chorus]\nHow could I know\nThat everything you say are lies\nAbout devotion and desire?\nAnd I know the spark\nInside your eyes was just the match\nI used to set myself on fire\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy mouth's shooting blanks\nSituation's unbearable\nI've gotten vulnerable\nNow anyone is free to waltz right in\nMy temple's been invaded\nAnd there's nobody guarding it\nAll over this lonely life\nBut what's so wrong with being all alone?\nAlone's the only way I've ever known\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you're not ready, you're not ready\nPlease stop acting like you are\n\n[Chorus]\nHow could I know\nThat everything you say are lies\nAbout devotion and desire?\nAnd I know the spark\nInside your eyes was just the match\nI used to set myself on fire\nSee Bayside LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like[Bridge]\nAnd I'm pleading\n'Cause this kills and\nIt's still bleeding\nMy darling\nI'm taking\nMy life back\nTo start healing\n\n[Chorus]\nHow could I know\nThat everything you say are lies\nAbout devotion and desire?\nAnd I know the spark\nInside your eyes was just the match\nI used to set myself on fire",3
8496,Erik_Grönwall___The_Show_Must_Go_On,sad,"""The show must go on  Empty spaces - what are we living for?\nAbandoned places - I guess we know the score...\nOn and on!\nDoes anybody know what we are looking for?\nAnother hero - another mindless crime\nBehind the curtain, in the pantomime\nHold the line!\nDoes anybody want to take it anymore?\nThe Show must go on!\nThe Show must go on!\nInside my heart is breaking\nMy make-up may be flaking\nBut my smile, still, stays on!\nWhatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance\nAnother heartache - another failed romance\nOn and on!\nDoes anybody know what we are living for?\nI guess I'm learning\nI must be warmer now..\nI'll soon be turning round the corner now\nOutside the dawn is breaking\nBut inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!\nThe Show must go on!\nThe Show must go on! Yeah!\nOoh! Inside my heart is breaking!\nMy make-up may be flaking!\nBut my smile, still, stays on!\nYeah! oh oh oh\nMy soul is painted like the wings of butterflies\nFairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die\nI can fly, my friends!\nThe Show must go on! Yeah!\nThe Show must go on!\nI'll face it with a grin!\nI'm never giving in!\nOn with the show!\nThe Show must go on!\nThe Show must go on!\nI'll top the bill!\nI'll overkill!\nI have to find the will to carry on!\nOn with the\nOn with the show!\nThe Show must go on",1
5094,Cephalic_Carnage___Wraith,anger,"""Wraith  What is that sound\nMortal coil upon me\nPale spectra floating\nPetrudes me from sleep\nAbsconds as I awake\nOr a figment of my imagination\nInferring a rational explanation\nPertinent I scream aloud\nWhy are you haunting me?\nIn a frozen cold sweat\nTempting insanity\nBut I'm not crazy\nWraith\nThings that go bump in the night\nPhantom forms, hide from your sight\nPlaying tricks, disturbing the mind\nA spiritual mass, ghost from the past\nHarrowing lives, where it lived last\nI don't believe in made up beings, nor in superstitions\nMysterious groans, torment my room\nScratching up my flesh, turning pictures upside down\nJust who, can I tell\nShadow people walk this earth, scaring all who cross their path\nThey paralyze, warning, from beyond death\nWraith\nI can't escape, why is she here\nHaunting me, I live in fear\nTranslucent form, haunting this earth\nWalking dead, she rapes me\nWraith",3
5038,Catatonia___Mulder_And_Scully,happy,"""Mulder and Scully  [Verse 1]\nI'd rather be liberated\nI find myself captivated\nStop doing what you\nKeep doing it to\nI'd rather stay bold and lonely\nI dream I'm your one and only\nStop doing what you\nKeep doing it to\n\n[Chorus]\nThings are getting strange, I'm starting to worry\nThis could be a case for Mulder and Scully\nThings are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone\n[Verse 2]\nI'd rather be jumping ship\nI find myself jumping straight in\nStop doing what you\nKeep doing it to\nForever be dozy and dim\nI wake myself thinking of him\nStop doing what you\nKeep doing it to\n\n[Chorus]\nThings are getting strange, I'm starting to worry\nThis could be a case for Mulder and Scully\nThings are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone, here\n\n[Bridge]\nMy bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do\nSo tell me something I don't know\nIf my head is full you, is there nothing I can do?\nMust we all march in two by two by two?\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd as for some happy ending\nI'd rather stay single and thin\nStop doing what you\nKeep doing it to me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThings are getting strange, I'm starting to worry\nThis could be a case for Mulder and Scully\nThings are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone, here\n\n[Chorus]\nThings are getting strange, I'm starting to worry\nThis could be a case for Mulder and Scully\nThings are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone\n\n[Outro]\nSo what have you got to say to that?\nAnd what does someone do without love?\nAnd what does someone do with love?\nAnd what have you got to say about that?2",0
5271,Children_Of_Bodom___Hate_Me,anger,"""Hate Me!  I was born in ashes of molten hatred\nRaised by demons in abodes of the dead\nThe Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path\nWrecked by mangled wounds of life\nI have become become the resurrection of the Evil one\nY'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die\n\nI need a bishop preaching fire\nTo get away with my sins\nI despise everything I see\nAin't got respect for humanity\nNever lived or wanted immortality\nThe Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path\nEvery day I'm being battered up until I bleed\nYou motherfuckas just leave me be\nYa could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside\n\nI need a bishop preaching fire\nTo get away with my sins\nI despise everything I see\nI don't give a fuck if ya hate me!\n\nLed by the Reaper I walk in the night\nShow me the way to yer kingdom come\n\nI believe in armageddon\nI've been baptized in alcohol\nEmbodiment of Antichrist\nI'm living for my own demise\n\nI was born in ashes of molten hatred\nRaised by the demons in abodes of the end\nThe Reaper's scythe I fall upon to obscure my path\nWrecked by mangled wounds of life\nI have become the resurrection of the Evil one\nY'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die\nYou might also likeI need a bishop preaching fire\nTo get away with my sins\nI despise everything I see\nI don't give a fuck if ya hate me!\n\nLed by the Reaper I walk in the night\nShow me the way to yer kingdom come\n\nI believe in armageddon\nI've been baptized in alcohol\nEmbodiment of Antichrist\nI'm living for my own demise\n\nIf you hate me!",3
1458,Annie_Lennox___The_Hurting_Time,sad,"""The Hurting Time  To everything there is a purpose ...\nTo every blade of grass\nAnd every leaf on every tree\nEvery livin' thing will surely\nCome to pass\nAnd what will be will be ...\nThat's when the hurtin' time begins\n\nAnd all the things you never said\nOr didn't have the strengh to say\nAnd everything you ever did\nThat time won't ever wash away\nFears that you've been livin' with\nCome runnin' down your face\nRunnin' down your face\nWhen the hurtin' time begins ...\nSo tell me what the day brings\nHas it lost it's thrill?\nAre you still searching\nHoping for that\nSpace to fill ...\nEverything you turn to\nIs like a mirror on the shelf\nAnd the only one you're blaming\nIs yourself\n\nA million little deaths you've died\nThe times that you've been crucified\nThe more you've loved and lost and tried\nAnd still could not be satisfied\nWhen will you be satisfied?\nWhen will you be satisfied?\nNot till the hurtin' time begins",1
5899,Cowboy_Junkies___Witches,calm,"""Witches  There are witches in the hills calling my name\nSaying come join us sister, come kiss the flame\nCome dance in the moonbeams, ride the night wind\nMake love to the darkness and laugh at man's sins\n\nI shiver with delight, I shiver with fear\nMy heart wants to go but my soul's filled with fear\nSo I turn to my lover and ask what do I do\nDo I answer their call or stay here with you\n\nBut under spell of deep sleep he moans and turns away\nTaking his protection and my desire to stay\nSo I rise to the hill tops, I ride the night winds\nI make love to the darkness and laugh at man's sinsSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",2
2508,Bat_For_Lashes___Siren_Song_Live_At_Shepherds_Bush_Empire,sad,"""Siren Song - Live At Shepherd’s Bush Empire  Are you my family?\nCan I stay with you a while?\nCan I stop off in your bed tonight?\nI could make you smile\n\nIn the morning I'll make you breakfast\nIn the evening I'll warm the bed\nAnd I'll always be happy to kiss you\nPromise I'll never get sad\n'Til the siren come calling, calling\nIt's driving me evil, evil\nMomma was a heartbreaker\nLoved you the same way I do\nBut I've got so much wickedness and sin\n\nMy name is Pearl\nAnd I love you the best way I know how\nMy blonde curls slice through your heart\nAnd the siren come calling\nIt won't be long\nUntil you're running\n\nHelp you dress yourself up fancy\nAnd bathe you when you get sore\nI'll be good\nI think I could be all you would want and more and more\nBe proud when you dazzle the wondrous\nGlitter your eyes for the town\nTell every last boy that you're my man\nI'll try not to let you down\n\n'Til the siren come calling, calling\nIt's driving me evil, evil\nMomma was a heartbreaker\nLoved you the same way I do\nBut I've got so much wickedness and sin\nYou might also likeMy name is Pearl\nAnd I love you the best way I know how\nMy blonde curls slice through your heart\n\nAnd the stars there exploding in your eyes\nIt won't be long until you're running\nNo, it won't be long 'til you're running\nIt won't be long until you're running\nIt won't be long until you're running\nCause I'm evil, evil...",1
9522,Freddie_Jackson___You_Are_My_Lady,happy,"""You Are My Lady  [Verse 1]\nThere's something that I want to say\nBut words sometimes get in the way\nI just want to show my feelings for you\nThere's nothing that I'd rather do\nThan spend every moment with you\nI guess you should know, I love you so\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are my lady\nYou're everything I need and more\nYou are my lady\nYou're all I'm living for\n[Verse 2]\nThere's no way that I can resist\nYour precious kiss\nGirl, you've got me so hypnotized\nJust say that you'll stay with me You'll stay\n'Cause our love was meant to be\nI promise to love you more each day\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are my lady My love\nYou're everything I need and more Oh, oh, oh\nYou are my lady\nYou're all I'm living for\nYou are my lady, yeah My love\nYou're everything I need and more Oh, oh, oh\nYou are my lady\nYou're all I'm living for\n\n[Bridge]\nI love your shine, shine, shine, shine\nLet's make it last until the end of time\nOoh, ooh ooh, woo, whoa-ho, oh-ho\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are my lady, yes you are My love\nYou're everything I need and more Oh, oh, oh\nYou are my lady\nYou're all I'm living for\nYou are my lady My love\nYou're everything I need and more Oh, oh, oh\nYou are my lady\nYou're all I'm living for\nGo out and tell the world You are my lady\nThat you're my girl Everything I need and more\nSweeter than the day, the day, the day before You are my lady\nOoh, you're all I'm living for\nI love the way you move, girl You are my lady\nI love you so, yeah Everything I need and more\nCome on, let me love you, baby, baby You are my lady\nOoh, you're all I'm living for",0
8972,Felix_Da_Housecat___Radio,happy,"""Radio  Oh yeah, everybody wants to be Hollywood\nThe fame, the vanity, the glitz, the stories\nOne day I'll become a great big star\nYou know like the Big Dipper\nAnd maybe one day you can visit my condo\nOn a big hill you know like 90210, oh yeah\nJust imagine my face in the magazine\nPeople analyzing my look, my body or\nAny plastic surgery\nYou know like the Big Dipper\nAnd maybe one day you can shake my hand\nOn the Planet Hollywood\nYou say I'm not underground, I'm rich\nI'm famous, I'm vanish, I'm glitz\nI am the story, I am the star\nYou know like the Big Dipper\nSex, drugs and rock n' roll\nIt's over, it's over\nI decide it's over, oh yeah\nSex, drugs and rock n' roll, oh yeah\nSex, drugs and rock n' roll, oh yeah\nSex, drugs and rock n' roll, oh yeah\nListen you young people\nWho pretend to be Hollywood\nMaybe one day you can visit my condo\nOn the big hill you know like 90210\nOh yeah, my condo\nOh yeah, my condo, oh\nEverybody wants to be Hollywood",0
6210,DC_Talk___Its_Killing_Me,sad,"""It’s Killing Me  Hello, goodbye\nI wanted to see, but I guess I\nI don't have the strength to speak tonight\nIt's tricky sometimes\nWhen you wanted to run, you'd always hide\nYou can't find the truth behind the lies\n\nAnother day and I'm on my feet, yeah\nBut the street feels like it's sleeping\nI'm on a mission and it ain't too sweet\nYou're the reason I'm afraid\nSaid, you're the reason I'm afraid\n[Hook]\nBut I want you to know\nIt's killing me\nI think I gotta let go\nCause it's killing me\nYou're gonna do what you want\nBut you better believe\nIt's killing me\n\nLove never dies\nIt's the reason that I won't compromise\nBut sometimes you fall before you fly\n\nI've seen it coming for quite some time, man\nI don't know what you're thinking\nHow can the two of us walk in stride\nIf we don't see eye to eye\nYou got me all messed up inside\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Bridge]\nIs it too late in the game\nThere is no one left to blame\nI will always mention you\nTo the one that I pray to\nYou might also like[Hook]\n\nWhy can't you see that you're killing me",1
89,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Noose,calm,"""The Noose  [Verse 1]\nSo glad to see you well\nOvercome them, completely silent now\nWith Heaven's help\nYou've cast your demons out\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd not to pull your halo down\nAround your neck and tug you off your cloud\nBut I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\nTo the dead\nTo the dead\n[Verse 2]\nRecall the deeds as if they're all\nSomeone else's atrocious stories\nNow you stand reborn before us all\nSo glad to see you well\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd not to pull your halo down\nAround your neck and tug you to the ground\nBut I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\nTo the dead\nTo the dead\n\n[Bridge]\nWith your halo slipping down\nYour halo slipping\nYour halo slipping down\nYour halo slipping down\nYour halo slipping down\n\n[Hook]\nWith your halo slipping down\nAnd I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\nYou might also like[Hook]\nWith your halo slipping down\nAnd I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\n\n[Hook]\nWith your halo slipping down\nAnd I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\n\n[Hook]\nWith your halo slipping down\nAnd I'm more than just a little curious\nHow you're planning to go about making your amends\n\n[Outro]\nYour halo slipping down\nYour halo slipping down\nTo choke you now16",2
7192,Dimmu_Borgir___The_Conspiracy_Unfolds,sad,"'The Conspiracy Unfolds  Fallen I have, fallen I am\nCursed and destined to burn\nFallen I have, fallen I am\nCursed and destined to burn\n\nMy loyalty towards a liar ceased to exist\nOnce misled by an empty fraudulent face\nI will never turn my back on you\nAnd deceive the flesh of our race\n\nI will always speak truly\nSo you can understand\nNo riddles that manipulate\nThe words and symbols of man\nDo not believe false promises\nConspiring to cover up the truth\nFind solace in darkness within yourself\nAnd have your legions unleashed\n\nDo not withhold the air\nOf your very last breath\nIn the end of days\nYou will transcend life and death\n\nLet the one who is fit\nBe the king\nOf the heavens above\nAnd all worlds down belowYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2339,Backstreet_Boys___Incomplete,sad,"""Incomplete  [Verse 1: AJ]\nEmpty spaces fill me up with holes\nDistant faces with no place left to go\nWithout you, within me, I can't find no rest\nWhere I'm going, is anybody's guess\n\n[Chorus: Nick with Howie]\nI tried to go on like I never knew you\nI'm awake, but my world is half asleep\nI pray for this heart to be unbroken\nBut without you all I'm going to be is\nIncomplete\n[Verse 2: AJ with Howie & All]\nVoices tell me I should carry on\nBut I am swimming in an ocean all alone\nBaby, my baby, it's written on your face\nYou still wonder if we made a big mistake\n\n[Chorus: Nick with Howie, All]\nI tried to go on like I never knew you\nI’m awake, but my world is half asleep\nI pray for this heart to be unbroken\nBut without you all I'm going to be is\nIncomplete\n\n[Bridge: AJ & All]\nI don't mean to drag it on\nBut I can't seem to let you go\nI don't wanna make you face this world alone\nI wanna let you go\nAlone, oh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus: Nick with Howie, AJ & All]\nI tried to go on like I never knew you\nI’m awake, but my world is half asleep\nI pray for this heart to be unbroken\nBut without you all I'm going to be is\nGoing to be is\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Outro: Nick]\nIncomplete\nIncomplete4",1
7145,Dido___My_Life,sad,"""My Life  [Verse 1:]\nWhat I choose to do\nIs of no concern to you\nAnd your friends\n\nWhere I lay my hat\nMay not be my home\nBut I will last on my own\n\n[Hook 1:]\nCause it's me and my life\nIt's my life it's my life\n[Verse 2:]\nOh, the world has sat\nIn the palm of my hand\nNot that you'd see\n\nAnd I'm tired and bored\nOf waiting for you\nAnd all those things you never do\n\n[Hook 2:]\nCause it's me and my life\nIt's my life, it's my life",1
3011,Big_D_and_The_Kids_Table___You_Lost__Youre_Crazy,happy,"""You Lost, You’re Crazy  Remember when we said we shouldn't tell anyone?\nRemember when we said we wouldn't tell anyone?\nRemember when you went and just told everyone?\nI bet you thought I'd never know\n\nI heard you lost by\nA couple of weeks, a bad day, and rumour, yeah\nBut I'm still doing fine\n\nMoving faster than you thought it would\nMoving faster than you thought it could\nWhat you said when you just told everyone\nI guess you thought I'd never know\nToo much patience too much patience\nToo much patience to be given to anyone\nSo much patience so much patience\nThat was a lie all along\n\nA couple of weeks, a bad day, and rumour, yeah\nBut I'm still doing fine\nI heard you lost by\nA couple of weeks, a bad day, and rumour, yeah\n\nHas anyone told you you're crazy?\nLet me, guess what, I think you're crazy\nNo more patience no more patience\nNo more patience to be given to anyone\nNo more patience no more patience\nThat was just a lie all along\n\nA couple of weeks, a bad day, and rumour, yeah\nBut I'm still doing fine\nI heard you lost by\nA couple of weeks, a bad day, and rumour, yeah",0
968,Alter_Bridge___Burn_It_Down,calm,"""Burn It Down  [Verse 1]\nDrank so much last night, I think that I drowned\nBut now my cup is empty\nNo one has seen my will around\nNow my heart is aching\n\nSometimes I fall asleep for days\nBut my bed is empty\nI know I am too set in my ways\nTell 'em all I'm okay\n[Chorus]\nSo burn it down\nDiscover the dusk of your day\nHas reached its dawn\nSo burn it down\nRemember to find a new way to carry on\n\n[Verse 2]\nFlew so high last night, I think that I fell\nTo the ground so heavy\nWoke up to find this living hell\nIt used to be so easy\n\nHard to tell my nights now from my days\nThe curtains hide my feelings\nDon't feel I have any right to pray\nAnd they will find me someday, someday\n\n[Chorus]\nSo burn it down\nDiscover the dusk of your day\nHas reached its dawn\nSo burn it down\nRemember to find a new way to carry on\n\nSo burn it down\nDiscover the dusk of your day\nHas reached its dawn\nSo burn it down\nRemember to find a new way to carry on\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nWhatever takes us away\nWill be the same to drive us on\nWhatever takes us away\nWill be the same to drive us on\n\nRemember to find a new way\nA way to see it all\nWe're finally slipping away\nAnd soon it will be gone\nRemember to find a new day\nRemember to carry on\n\n[Chorus]\nSo burn it down\nDiscover the dusk of your day\nHas reached its dawn\nSo burn it down\nRemember to find a new way to carry on\n\nSo burn it down\nDiscover the dusk of your day\nHas reached its dawn\nSo burn it down\nRemember to find a new way to carry on\n[Guitar Solo]3",2
3302,Black_Flag___Room_13,anger,"""Room 13  Keep me alive\nOnly you can do it\nIf not you'll die too and I'll see to it\n\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nKeep me alive\nI can't accept my fate\nI need help\nBefore it's too late\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nI need to belong\nI need to hang on\nI need, need\n\nKeep me alive\nFeelings I must obey\nCan't turn my eyes from the past\nThis crisis is the last\n\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nKeep me alive\nI rely on your judgement\nI've got none of my own\nDon't know what I'm doing\n\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nI need to belong\nI need to hang on\nI need, need\nYou might also likeKeep me alive\nOnly you can do it\n\nKeep me alive\nOnly you can do it\n\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nKeep me alive\nKeep me alive\nKeep me alive\nKeep me alive\n\nIt's hard to survive\nDon't know if I can do it\n\nI need to hang on\nI need to belong\nI need, need",3
6842,Decoded_Feedback___Immortal,sad,"""Immortal  I lived my life\nImmortal from eternity inside\nI lived my life\nSo far away from everything inside\nI lived my life\nThrough centuries of darkness through the pain\nI lived my life\nI've seen the rise and fall of humanity\nI lived my life\nSo far away from everything\nFree yourself\nImmortal as the essence of the sky\nFree yourself\nImmortal as the spirit of the night",1
3055,Bill_Douglas___Heaven_In_A_Wild_Flower,anger,"""Heaven in a wild flower  To see a world in a gram of sand\nAnd heaven in a wild flower\nHold infinity in the palm of your hand\nAnd eternity in na hour\n\nHe who binds himself to a joy\nDoes the winged life destroy:\nHe who kisses the joy as it flies\nLives in eternity's sun rise",3
1445,Annie___Happy_Without_You,anger,"""Happy Without You  [Intro]\nWithout you, yeah\nCome on\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt took a long time\nBut I'm back again for good\nIt really hurt me\nBut now I finally understood\nThe day I left you\nMust be the greatest of my life\nI hear without you\nThere's only peace around, no fight\nI tried so hard to\nOh doing everything I could\nManipulated\nMade to think I was no good\nIn your possession\nEvery day was a bad dream\nSo naïve then\nWell I was young and sixteen\n[Chorus]\nOh...\nHe was my honey\nHe was my honey\nHappy without no honey\n\nOh...\nHe was my honey\nHe was my honey\nHappy without you, honey\n\n[Bridge]\nFunny how things change, yeah?\nYesterday would all be a lie\nI told you\nNow it's all good\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm feeling down\nIt took a time\nIt took a time for me to heal for what\nI thought was love\nBut I was wrong\nBlinded by your flashy love\nWhen I was weak\nAnd you were there\nWell it was obvious you did not care\nAbout the one\nNo you don't bother\nWell I'm happy without you, honey\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh yeah they told me\nYou should be careful what you do\nThey only use you\nFor his pleasures and absurds\nThe love I gave you\nIt was the last that you deserved\nCall us a nice time\nTo own somebody, that's absurd\n\n[Chorus]\nOh...\nHe was my honey\nHe was my honey\nHappy without no honey happy without you honey\n\nOh...\nHe was my honey\nHe was my honey\nHappy without you, honey oh oh oh happy without you\n\nOh...\nHe was my honey\nHe was my honey\nHappy without no honey\n[Outro]\nHappy without you\nI'm happy without you\nI'm happy without you, boy",3
6799,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Transatlanticism,calm,"""Transatlanticism  [Verse 1]\nThe Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how\nThe clouds above opened up and let it out\nI was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere\nWhen the water filled every hole\nAnd thousands upon thousands made an ocean\nMaking islands where no island should go\nOh, no\n\n[Verse 2]\nMost people were overjoyed, they took to their boats\nI thought it less like a lake and more like a moat\nThe rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door\nHave been silenced forevermore\nThe distance is quite simply much too far for me to row\nIt seems farther than ever before\nOh, no\n[Refrain]\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\n\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Refrain]\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\nI need you so much closer\n\n[Outro]\nSo come on, come on\nSo come on, come on\nSo come on, come on\nSo come on, come on\nSo come on, come on\nSo come on, come onSee Death Cab for Cutie LiveGet tickets as low as $46You might also like36",2
8219,Emiliana_Torrini___Serenade,sad,"""Serenade  New world forming\nPicturesque in its stance\nMidnight calling\nMoonlight shadows start to dance\n\nFor the dark finds ways of being\nEngraved in the light\nAnd the heart bears indentations\nOf yesterday's hurting child\nThe now we will run with smiles\nThe morrow will heal the night so\nMorning comes\nMidnight make fast with the sun\nI can hear my name be reborn\nOn the cloud within the sky beneath the dawn\nOh I\nSerenade the dawn\nSerenade the dawn\nSerenade the dawn\n\nFor the dark finds ways of being\nEngraved in the light\nAnd the heart bears indentations\nOf yesterday's hurting child\nThe now we will run with smiles\nThe morrow will heal the night so\nMorning comes\nMidnight make fast with the sun\nI can hear my name be reborn\nOn the cloud within the sky beneath the dawn\n\nOh I\nSerenade the dawn\nSerenade the dawn\nSerenade the dawn dawn\n\nDa da da da dum dum\nDa dum dum\nDa da da da dum dum\nDa dum dum...You might also like1",1
8860,Fall_Out_Boy___Disloyal_Order_Of_Water_Buffaloes,sad,"""Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes  [Intro]\nI'm coming apart at the seams\nPitchin' myself for leads in other people's dreams\nNow buzz, buzz, buzz\nDoc, there's a hole where something was\nDoc, there's a hole where something was\n\n[Verse 1]\nFell out of bed, butterfly bandage, but don't worry\nYou'll never remember, your head is far too blurry\nPut him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man\nHe needs his head put through a CAT scan\nHey editor, I'm undeniable\nHey Doctor, I'm certifiable\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine\nWhat a match, I'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet\n\n[Chorus]\nSo boycott love, detox just to retox\nAnd I'd promise you anything for another shot at life\nAnd perfect boys with their perfect lives\nNobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy\nWants to hear you sing about tragedy, oh…\n\n[Verse 2]\nLittle girl, got me staring odd\nOr was that just a telescopic camera nod\nP-p-painted dolls in the highway, truck stop stalls\nLot lizards scales cool my nightlife moods\nAll the rookies, leave your badge and your gun on the desk\nWhen you leave the room\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm a loose bolt of a complete machine\nWhat a match, I'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet\n\n[Chorus]\nBoycott love, detox just to retox\nAnd I'd promise you anything for another shot at life\nAnd perfect boys with their perfect lives\nNobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy\nWants to hear you sing about tragedy\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nDetox just to retox, detox just to retox\nDetox just to retox, detox just to retox\nSo boycott love, boycott love… Detox just to retox, detox just to retox Boycott love\nBoycott love… Detox just to retox, detox just to retox Boycott love\n\n[Chorus]\nSo boycott love, detox just to retox\nAnd I'd promise you anything for another shot at life\nAnd perfect boys with their perfect lives\nNobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy\nWants to hear you sing\nNobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy, whoa…\nWants to hear you sing about tragedy…\n\n[Instrumental Outro]29",1
6909,Derek_Webb___Lover,happy,"""Lover  Like a man comes to an altar i came into this town\nWith the world upon my shoulders and promises passed down\nAnd i went into the water and my father, he was pleased\nI built it and i'll tear it down so you will be set free\n\nBut i found thieves and salesmen living in my father's house\nI know how they got in here and i know how to get 'em out\nI'm turning this place over from floor to balcony\nAnd then just like these doves and sheep you will be set free\n\nI've always been a lover from before i drew a breath\nSome things i loved easy and some i loved to death\nBecause love's no politician, it listens carefully\nOf those who come i can't lose one, so you will be set free\nBut go on and take my picture, go on and make me up\nI'll still be your defender, you'll be my missing son\nAnd i'll send out an army just to bring you back to me\nBecause regardless of your brother's lies you will be set free\n\nI am my beloveds and my beloved's mine\nSo you bring all your history and i'll bring the bread and wine\nAnd we'll have us a party where all the drinks are on me\nThen as surely as the rising sun you will be set free",0
8399,Entwine___Fatal_Design,sad,"""Fatal Design  [Intro]\nHere we are in this fatal design\nBut we'll be as one\nUnder the sun\nAnd we're facing out for hope\n\n[Verse 1]\nFlaming bombs go down again\nBurning all the life\nTainting songs of yesterday\nFeeding your desire\n[Chorus]\nThe day will come for you as well\nWe know\nAnd I wish you well\nFor those of you who seek the truth\nI know\nAnd I wish you well\n\n[Verse 2]\nLay down your guns\nLay down your sons\nThen we'll be as one\nUnder the sun\nWhat's the price of life?\n\n[Chorus]\nThe day will come for you as well\nWe know\nAnd I wish you well\nFor those of you who seek the truth\nI know\nAnd I wish you well\nAnd I wish you well\n\n[Chorus]\nThe day will come for you as well\nWe know\nAnd I wish you well\nFor those of you who seek the truth\nI know\nAnd I wish you well\nAnd I wish you well\nYou might also like[Outro]\nLay down your hands\nMothers are weeping\nLay down your hands\nFathers are weeping\nLay down your hands\nFamilies are weeping\nSo lay down your hands",1
758,Alice_In_Chains___Rooster,sad,"""Rooster  [Intro]\nOoh-ooh-ooh-hoo\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh-hoo\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh\n\n[Verse 1: Layne Staley]\nAin't found a way to kill me yet\nEyes burn with stingin' sweat\nSeems every path leads me to nowhere, mm-mm\nWife and kids, household pet\nArmy green was no safe bet\nThe bullets scream to me from somewhere, mm-mm\n[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nHere they come to snuff the Rooster, aw yeah\nYeah, here come the Rooster, yeah\nYou know he ain't gonna die\nNo, no, no, you know he ain't gonna die\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nHere they come to snuff the Rooster, aw yeah\nYeah, here come the Rooster, yeah\nYou know he ain't gonna die\nNo, no, no, you know he ain't gonna die\n\n[Verse 2: Layne Staley]\nWalkin' tall machine gun man\nThey spit on me in my homeland\nGloria sent me pictures of my boy, mm-mm\nGot my pills 'gainst mosquito death\nMy buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath\nOh God, please, won't you help me make it through? Mm-mm\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nHere they come to snuff the Rooster, aw yeah\nYeah, here come the Rooster, yeah\nYou know he ain't gonna die\nNo, no, you know he ain't gonna die\nYou might also like[Outro]\nOoh-ooh-ooh-hoo\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh-hoo\nOoh, ooh, ooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh38",1
7500,Dr_Hook___Roland_The_Roadie_And_Gertrude_The_Groupie,happy,"""Roland the Roadie and Gertrude the Groupie  Now Roland the roadie was only a toadie who set up the lights and the mikes for the shows\nAnd Gertrude the groupie was a rock and roll fan, who stood by the stage door in the rains and the snows\n\nRoland the roadie met Gertrude the groupie at a rock concert back in Bayonne\nHe tried to seduce, said he'd introduce her to all of the Beatles and Stones\n\nSo Roland the roadie got Gertrude the groupie a seat in the balcony above\nAnd Gertrude the groupie felt grateful and groovy but Roland the roadie felt love\n\nAnd some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks love vegetable soup\nBut Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie, but Gertrude the groupie loves groups\nShe stood up and screamed as the amber spot gleamed on her heroes so skinny and tall\nWith their eyelids so droopy, and Gertrude the groupie and she was in love with them all\n\nRoland the roadie told Gertrude the groupie to wait and he'd be her man\nBut while he dreamed of a rose covered home she was out with the group in the van\n\nHey Gertie, get out here, come on babe, come on out of there....I know you're in there...\nThe whole trailer's moving baby....What about me....Gertie... Oh Gertie\n\nNow Roland the roadie is back on the road, his heart has been broken again\nAnd Gertrude the groupie waits out in the cold for the very next group to come in\n\nAnd some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks loves vegetable soup\nAnd Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie, but Gertrude the groupie loves groups\n....groups.....groups.....groups......",0
8098,Elliott_Smith___Drive_All_Over_Town,calm,"""Drive All Over Town  Two-dollar color pictures from a photo booth\nDirty, stepped-on, lying out on the floor of their room\nFaces fell long in the half-light\nHe looks all wrong, but that's her alright\nLook at him smiling full of teeth clenched tight\n\nHe knew the one time with the army captain\nHe got over that whole deal before it happened\nAnd it's okay, I knew exactly what you meant\nWhen you said you were an accident\nWhen it's 3 AM, he wonders where in the hell she went\nAnd he'll drive all over town\nDrive all over town\nAnd he'll drive all over town\nDrive all over town\nUntil he tracks her down\nHe'll drive all over townYou might also like2",2
4954,Cassandra_Wilson___I_Cant_Stand_the_Rain,calm,"""I Can’t Stand the Rain  I can't stand the rain against my window\nBringing back sweet memories\nI can't stand the rain against my window\nNow that you're not here with me\n\nWhen we were together, everything was so grand\nNow that we've parted\nThere's one sound that I just can't stand, the rain\n\nI can't stand the rain against my window\nBringing back sweet memories\nHey, window pane do you remember how sweet it used to be?\nAlone with the pillow, where his head used to lay\nI know you've got some sweet memories\nBut like a window you ain't got nothing to say\n\nI can't stand the rain against my window\nBringing back sweet memories\nI can't stand the rain against my window\nNow that he's not here with me\n\nAlone with the pillow where his head used to lay\nI know you've got sweet memories\nBut like a window you ain't got nothing to say\n\nRain, rain, rain, rain, rain against my window",2
825,Alien_Sex_Fiend___Now_Im_Feeling_Zombiefied,sad,"""Now I’m Feeling Zombiefied  Now I'm feeling zombiefied!\nFace is white\nAnd my eyes is tired\n\nI'll hug and I'll squeeze you till you're hypnotized!\nShow you faces and places that'll make you terrified to be alive!\n\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nZombiefied!\nCuriouser and curiouser and curiouser still\nWhen you get depressed you make us all ill\nCuriouser and curiouser and curiouser still\nSome present you gave me, the bitterest pill\n\nMy eyes is all grey\nAnd I haven't slept in days\nLocked up in your dungeon\nRunning around in your maze\n\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nZombiefied!\n\nLook in a dustbin for something to eat\nYou find a dead rat and you think it's a treat\nYeah look in a dustbin for something to eat\nYou found a dead rat and you think it's a treat\n\nCuriouser and curiouser and curiouser still\nWhen you get depressed you make us all ill\nCuriouser and curiouser and curiouser still\nSome present you gave me, the bitterest pill\n\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied!\nZombiefied!\nYou might also likeNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nNow I'm feeling zombiefied\nFace is white\nMy eyes is tired!\nZombiefied\nZombiefied\n\nWOOOOOooooooo!! wooooooo!!!!\nZombie, Zombie, Zombiefied\nZombie, Zombie, Zombiefied!\n\nZombie, Zombie, Zombiefied\nZombie, Zombie, Zombiefied!\n\nZombie, Zombie, Zombiefied\nFace is white\nEyes is tired\nEyes is - tired\nMy eyes is tired\nWooo! wooo! ooh!\nWOOOOOooooooo!! wooooooo!!!!\n\nWade/Wade",1
779,Alicia_Keys___How_It_Feels_To_Fly,sad,"""How It Feels to Fly  [Verse 1]\nHave you ever felt so strong\nThat it made you feel weak?\nLong days, long nights and you just can't sleep\nHave you ever been so sure\nThat it gave you cold feet?\nThat you felt on edge, you can feel your heart beat\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I never knew this feeling, never\nNow I hope it stays and lasts forever\nI am riding high\nDon't wanna come down\nHope my wings don't fail me now\nIf I can touch the sky\nI'd risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly\n[Refrain]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSay yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSay yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nHave you ever felt so lost\nBut didn't know 'til you were found?\nLooking everywhere, but you finally see now\nIn a room full of people\nFeel like no one's around\nGot your head in the clouds and your feet up off the ground\n\n[Chorus]\nSay, I never knew this feeling, never\nNow I hope it stays and lasts forever\nI am riding high\nDon't wanna come down\nHope my wings don't fail me now\nAnd if I can touch the sky\nI'd risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSay yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSay yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWe get to go High\nHigher High\nHigher\nHigher\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI am riding high\nDon't wanna come down\nHope my wings don't fail me now\nIf I can touch the sky\nI'd risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly\nI am riding high\nDon't wanna come down\nHope my wings don't fail me now\nIf I can touch the sky\nI'd risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly\n\n[Outro]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nForever",1
7384,Don_McLean___General_Store,sad,"""General Store  Mornin', Mrs. Campbell\nA lovely day today\nI heard about the fire\nWonder what the papers say\n\nLet's see now\nGive me fifty shotgun shells\nAnd a hundred feet of rope\nJust add that to my bill\n\nSays here there ain't no hope\nThey all were burned alive\nAnd four packs of cigarettes\nNo, I think I'll make it five\nI heard about the wedding\nI'm so happy for the bride\nWhy, that fire house looked mighty nice\nAnd the whole town swelled with pride\n\nWe watched her grow to womanhood\nShe's found an upright man\nShe'll learn this life ain't easy\nYou do the best you can\n\nNo, no, my family ain't so good\nMy wife just had a spell\nAnd I can't afford the medicine\nShe needs to make her well\n\nI've been laid off at that factory\nFor sixteen months or more\nI came home last Wednesday evenin'\nI found her lyin' on the floor\n\nBye, now, Mrs. Campbell\nSay howdy to your son\nYou can tell him we'll go huntin'\nWhen he gets a bigger gun\n\nIt was too bad about that fire\nBut don't you get me wrong\nWe've got to teach these people\nHow to stay where they belongSee Don McLean LiveGet tickets as low as $114",1
5635,Coheed_and_Cambria___The_Light__The_Glass,calm,"'The Light & the Glass  [Verse]\nSlowly, the pen touches paper\nIn the guidance of the words that you write\nMemories roll in of the things you once did\nAnd who you had shared them with\nIs somebody thinking of you\n\nDid I bother telling you this\nWith the words that cross teeth and jump lips?\nA poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything\nBut words don\'t come with ease\nThey\'re forever my hurt\nWould it really matter\nIf you were to count the days left with your hands?\nYour focus secure on the loves you left well\nSmiles staged in photographs\nHere until...\n\nYou, you left the light on\nThere\'s a chance I might have tripped, girl\nBut you were there to hold on\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIgnoring the words of your obnoxious little brother\n""Kill or be killed"", spilled the words from your mother\nI\'ll lay awake for a while\nI\'ll leave the light on a while\n\n[Chorus]\nBut you couldn\'t last a lifetime\nCaught between here and the days of it\nCarving her name across your arm\n\nWith every wish, it\'s hit or miss her\nI told you so\nI measure distance in lines\nDeparting the rest of my life\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nBut you, you, you\nYou had better things to do\nBut you, you, you\nYou had better things to do\n\n[Interlude]\nLiar, liar, liar, liar\nLiar, liar, liar, liar\nLiar, liar, liar, lie away\n\nLiar, liar, liar, liar\nLiar, liar, liar, liar\nLiar, liar, liar, lie away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIgnoring the words of your obnoxious little brother\n""Kill or be killed,"" spilled the words from your mother\nI\'ll lay awake for a while\nI\'ll leave the light on a while\n\n[Chorus]\nBut you couldn\'t last a lifetime\nCaught between here and the days of it\nCarving her name across your arm\nWith every wish, it\'s hit or miss her\nI told you so\nI measure distance in lines\nDeparting the rest of my life\n\n[Bridge]\nIf you\'d get put to sleep\nLike an old dog, you\'re better off\nIf you\'d get put to sleep\n\nI\'ve been cautious with the words I extend\nAllow this year before the world starts to end\n\n[Chorus]\n""Your father\'s dead, he passed in his sleep""\nAnd I woke to the sounds of her crying\n""Your father\'s dead, he passed in his sleep""\nAnd I woke to the sounds of her crying\n\n""Your father\'s dead, he passed in his sleep""\nAnd I woke to the sounds of her crying\n""Your father\'s dead, he passed in his sleep""\n\n[Refrain]\nPray for us all, pray for us all\nPray for us all, pray for us all\n\n[Outro]2Embed', 'default'",2
1128,Ampop___My_Delusions,sad,"""My Delusions  How long does it take\nTo land this plane\nThis flight is making me afraid\nI'm not sure whether I\nCan face the pain\nI'm all alone with my delusions\n\nI might be wrong but I feel\nI've much to prove\nI might be wrong but I feel\nI've much to prove\nMy mind is playing tricks on me\nI feel like I am losing it\nHow long does it take\nTo land this plane\n\nI might be wrong but I feel\nI've much to prove\nI might be wrong but I feel\nI've much to prove\n\nI might be wrong but I feel like I am ooh..\nI've much to prove\nI might be wrong but I feel like I am ooh...\nI've much to prove\nI might be wrong but I feel like I am ooh...\nI've much to prove\n\nMy mind is playing tricks on me\nMy mind is playing tricks on me\nMy mind is playing tricks on me\nMy mind is playing",1
2848,Ben_Kweller___Different_But_the_Same,sad,"""Different but the Same  There's no time to phone home\nWhen you're racin', you're on time\nYou contemplate, you gotta wait your own turn\n\nUp the noise with some poison, with great poise\nYou can't compare it too, or let it scare you through\nIf everything you do is not as smoothly as we planned\nYou gotta understand:\nThere is more for you\nBut all you gotta do, ooh\nIs put yourself with the people\nThey're the ones who make the world spin\nLust in favor, you can win\n\nAnd you'll take home the gold medallion\nAnd ride the wobbly wave of fame\nThat is why you came\nThat is why you\n\nCame to your senses\nTo feel it out\nAnd try to kill off every dial\nYour mother worries, but no one worries quite like you\nAnd when you start you must rely on your own heart\nCause nothing works the same or takes the blame or wins the game\nWith your head in your hands in the pouring rain\nI wanna see you as you are\nLike a lonely star\nThere is more for you\nBut all you gotta do, ooh\n\nIs put yourself with the people\nThey're the ones who make the world spin\nLust in favor, you can win\n\nAnd you'll take home the gold medallion\nAnd ride the wobbly wave of fame\nThat is why you came\nThat is why you came\nYou might also likeYou gotta be so strong\nYou gotta teach your son\nHow to stand up straight\nWhen you wanna run\nHow to carry on\nHow to be yourself\nTo be different.. but the same\n\nThat is why you came",1
3426,Blackmores_Night___Hanging_tree,sad,"""Hanging Tree  There have been many tales\nTainted by truth twisted by time\nSome choose to forget\nYet it still weaves webs in their minds\nAnd it seems like she's been here forever\nHer branches as black as the seas\nShe's been through it all by the luck of the draw\nShe became the old hanging tree\n\nShe asked for nothing\nExcept maybe a little rain\nThey used her strength\nTo help them steal lives away\nAnd she witnessed the sadness and sorrow\nTo this day she still doesn't know why\nAnd her heart broke when they came with the rope\nTo declare her the old hanging tree\nLife stranger than fiction\nCan make you want to cry\nRoots could never stop her\nFrom reaching for the sky\n\nLife stranger than fiction\nCan make you want to cry\nRoots could never stop her\nFrom reaching for the sky\n\nThose years have all past\nLucky for us lucky for her\nNow, children play at her feet\nAnd in her arms she cradles birds\nAnd it seems she's been here forever\nThese days are the best that she's seen\nStill somewhere in the back\nOf her mind\nIs the time\nShe was known as the old hanging tree\n\nYes, somewhere in the back\nOf her mind\nIs the time\nShe was known as the old hanging tree",1
9294,Flyleaf___Arise,sad,"""Arise  [Verse 1]\nTell the swine\nWe will make it out alive\nThere’s a note in the pages of a book\nSo sleep tonight\nWe’ll sleep dreamlessly this time\nWhen we awake, we’ll know that everything’s alright\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nSing to me about the end of the world\nEnd of these hammers and needles for you\n[Chorus]\nHold on to the world we all remember fighting for\nThere's still strength left in us yet\nHold on to the world we all remember dying for\nThere's some hope left in it yet\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's snow on your face\nAnd your razor blade\nThe twilight is bruised\nAnd there you lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSing to me about the end of the world\nEnd of these hammers and needles for you\nWe’ll cry tonight\nBut in the morning we are new\nStand in the sun\nWe'll dry your eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nHold on to the world we all remember fighting for\nThere's still strength left in us yet\nHold on to the world we all remember dying for\nThere's some hope left in it yet\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSing, sing\nArise\n\n[Breakdown]\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed\nHold on to the world we all remember fighting for\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed\nHold on to the world we all remember dying for\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed\nHold on to the world we all remember fighting for\n\n[Outro]\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed\nArise and be\nAll that you dreamed\nAll that you dreamed1",1
2653,Bedouin_Soundclash___Shelter,happy,"""Shelter  Said it's wrong but you know that\nThe look on his face means he'll be back again\nSee you later\n\nSaturday on the night train\nWith uptown boys who run cocaine downtown\nPeople waiting\n\nBut it's a long time\nAnd you're not home\nDon't you feel\nLike you're alone?\nAnd it's a long time\nAnd you're alone\nDon't you know\nYou can come home?\n\nYou don't feel, but you look fine\nNo dial tone on the mainline\nSay\n\nLaughing on to no one's joke\nLooking around but it's remote\nYou won't see no one that you know\n\nBut it's a long time\nAnd you're not home\nDon't you feel\nLike you're alone?\n\nAnd it's a long time\nAnd you're alone\nDon't you know\nYou can come home?\n\nRunning where, don't you look round?\nRunning, running, running, on eastbound\nDowntown, there's nothing for you\nYou might also likeShelter's waiting for you\nI'm still waiting for you\nSo come home\n\nBut it's a long time\nAnd you're not home\nDon't you feel\nLike you're alone?\n\nAnd it's a long time\nAnd you're alone\nDon't you know\nYou can come home?\n\nShelter!",0
1255,Andrew_Bird___Imitosis,calm,"""Imitosis  [Verse 1]\nHe's keeping busy as he's bleeding stones\nHis machinations and his palindromes\nIt was anything but hear the voice\nAnything but hear the voice\nIt was anything but hear the voice\nThat says that we’re all basically alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nPoor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions\nWhen he put his Bunsen burners all away\nAnd turned into a playground, a Petri dish\nOf single cells would swing their fists\nAt anything that looks like easy prey in this\nNature show that rages every day\nIt was then he heard his intuition say\n[Chorus]\nWe were all basically alone\nAnd despite what all his studies had shown\nWhat was mistaken for closeness\nWas just a case of mitosis\nAnd why do some show no mercy\nWhile others are painfully shy\nAnd tell me, doctor, can you quantify\n‘Cause he just wants to know the reason\nThe reason why\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhy do they congregate in groups of four\nScatter like a billion spores\nAnd let the wind just carry them away\nHow can kids be so mean\nOur famous doctor tried to glean\nAs he went home at the end of the day\nIn this nature show that rages every day\nIt was then he heard his intuition say\n\n[Chorus]\nWe were all basically alone\nDespite what all his studies had shown\nThat what's mistaken for closeness\nIs just a case of mitosis\nSure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis\nAnd why do some show no mercy\nWhile others are painfully shy\nTell me doctor, can you quantify\nThe reason whySee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also like3",2
6783,Dean_Martin___White_Christmas,happy,"""White Christmas  Christmas, white Christmas\nI'm dreaming of a white Christmas\nJust like the ones I used to know\nWhere the treetops glisten\nAnd children listen\nTo hear sleigh bells in the snow\n\nI am dreaming of a white Christmas\nWith every Christmas card I write\nMay your days be merry and bright\nAnd may all your Christmases be white\nI'm dreaming of a white Christmas\nWith every Christmas card I write\nMay your days be merry and bright\nAnd may all your Christmases be white",0
9348,Foo_Fighters___Another_Round,sad,"""Another Round  [Verse 1]\nWhen she goes storming out\nI run for cover\nRolling like thunder clouds\nHanging above her\nRing in the witching hour\nSpells that I'm singing\nRain come and drown me out\nI'm sinking deep below\n\n[Chorus]\nCan you go another round?\nI will follow you down and out\nLet's go another round\nI will follow you down and\n[Verse 2]\nWe could just lay around\nStare at the ceiling\nWant to forget about\nOne for the feeling\nRoom for photographs\nBox full of letters\nCome on, make it last\nNothing else matters right now\n\n[Chorus]\nCan you go another round?\nI will follow you down and out\nLet's go another round\nI will follow you down and out\n\n{Harmonica Solo}\n\n[Chorus]\nCan you go another round?\nI will follow you down and out\nLet's go another round\nI will follow you down and out\nLet's go another round\nI will bother you down and out\nLet's go another round\nI will follow you down and out\nUh, uh, uh",1
2765,Ben_Christophers___Where_The_Road_Bends,sad,"'Where The Road Bends  A blade of grass in the sand\nI knew someone just like you\nA wondering eye among us all\nWe turned to daisy chains\n\nOnly where the road bends\nSeeing what tomorrow brings\nI hear you in the strumming\nI hear you in the place I Live\n\nAnd you my Love I lost to faith\nAnd I lost myself in a long glass\nI knew a boy who cut out his pain\nBut all that flowed was madnessYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6182,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___I_Did_It,happy,"""I Did It  [Verse 1]\nI'm mixing up a bunch of magic stuff\nA magic mushroom cloud of care\nA potion that'll rock, the boat will rock\nI'll make a bomb of love and blow it up\n\n[Chorus 1]\nI did it, do you think I've gone too far?\nI did it, guilty as charged\nI did it, it was me right or wrong\nI did it, yeah\n[Chorus 2]\nI never did a single thing that did a single thing\nTo change the ugly ways of the world\nI didn't know it felt so right inside\nI didn't know it all\n\n[Chorus 3]\nAnd I opened up the curtains\nI heard sirens there, the lights flash and crawl\nBut I did it justice\n\n[Verse 2]\nI just did it for us all\nIt's a nickel or a dime for what I've done\nThe truth is that I don't really care\nFor such a lovely crime I'll do the time\nYou better lock me up, I'll do it again\n\n[Chorus 1]\n\n[Chorus 2]\n\n[Chorus 3]\nI open up the curtains\nI heard sirens there, the lights flash and crawl\nBut I did it justice\nI just did it for the buzz\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Verse 3]\nAll you people are the skewers of our dreams\nLike the cat that collared me\nOh, what I gotta say to you, you got love\nDon't turn it down, turn it loud, let it build\nWe got a long way to go\nBut you, you got to start somewhere\nGo door to door, spread the love you got\nYou got the love, you get what you want\nDoes it matter where you get it from?\nI for one, don't turn my cheek for anyone\nUnturn your cheek to give your love\nLove to grow\n\n[Chorus 1]\nI did it, do you think I've gone too far?\nI did it, guilty as charged\nI did it, it was me right or wrong\nI did it, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nI did it, I told you, I told you I did\nI did it, I'm guilty as charged\nI did it, I told you, I told you I did\nI did it, yeah\n[Verse 4]\nI never did a single thing that did a single thing\nTo change the ugly ways of the world\nI didn't know it felt so right inside\nI didn't know it all\n\n[Chorus 3]2",0
5086,Celtic_Woman___Carrickfergus,happy,"""Carrickfergus  I wish I was in Carrickfergus\nOnly for nights in Ballygrand\nI would swim over the deepest ocean\nThe deepest ocean for my love to find\n\nBut the sea is wide and I cannot swim over\nNeither have I wings to fly\nIf I could find me a handsome boatsman\nTo ferry me over to my love and die\n\nMy childhood days bring back sad reflections\nOf happy times spent so long ago\nMy childhood friends and my own relations\nHave all passed on now like melting snow\n\nBut I'll spend my days in endless roaming\nSoft is the grass, my bed is free\nAh, to be back now in Carrickfergus\nOn that long road down to the sea\n\nI'll spend my days in endless roaming\nSoft is the grass, my bed is free\nBut I am sick now, and my days are numbered\nCome all you young men and lay me downSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",0
1073,Amon_Amarth___Gods_Of_War_Arise,anger,"""Gods of War Arise  Darkness flees the rising sun\nThe village lies ahead\nIt will wake to a new day soon\nSoon they'll all be dead\nWe came in cover of moonless night\nFifty men at arms\nNow at first morning light\nThe church bell sounds the alarm\nSacrifice to Gods of old\nBleed them of their lives\nFresh blood on our swords\nGods of War arise!\nSacrifice to Gods of old\nBleed them of their lives\nFresh blood on our swords\nGods of War arise!\nHear the tortured screams\nShattering the air\nThey awake from soothing dreams\nInto their worst nightmare\nFire sweeps their homes\nThey feel the dragon's breath\nConsuming and destructive flames\nAgonising death\n\nSome seek shelter in the church\nA refuge for those with faith\nBut we know how to smoke them out\nA pyre will be raised\n\nBut those who choose to stand and fight\nWill die with dignity\nFor the unfortunate few who survive\nWaits a life in slavery\n\nThe day draws to an end\nThe night comes dark and cold\nWe return to our ships\nWith silver, slaves and gold\nWe gave them agony, as they fell and died\nThe Gods have granted victory\nFor our sacrifice\nYou might also like[Guitar Solo]\n\nThe day draws to an end\nThe night comes dark and cold\nWe return to our ships\nWith silver, slaves and gold\nWe gave them agony, as they fell and died\nThe Gods have granted victory\nFor our sacrifice",3
4583,Busta_Rhymes___Break_Ya_Neck,anger,"""Break Ya Neck  [Intro: Busta Rhymes]\nYeah, check it out, see\nThe only thing you need to do right here is\nIs nod your fucking head\nYeah, yeah\nBreak ya fucking neck, bitches\nYeah, yeah\nHere we go now\nWhere we going now?\nWhere we going now?\nGive it away, give it away, give it away now\nGive it away, give it away, give it away now\nJust give it away, nigga\nYeah, here we go now\n[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]\nTell me, what you really wanna do? Come here, ma\nTalk to a nigga, talk to me\nYou look like you could really give it to a nigga\nFrom the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me\nThe way you really try to put it on a dawg\nDoin' it like ya never did before for me\nThe way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck\nAnd the way you try to put it on the floor for me\nCome on Come on Come on, oh yeah\nTell me where my niggas is at Okay\nLemme address y'all niggas one time\nWhile I lock that down and I hit you with that\nWith what? That bomb shit\nY'all niggas know all day we be making it drop\nY'all niggas know every time I come through\nThis motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride\nSo let me do this, bitch\nY'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop\nThe way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop\nGet money, then cash that check for me\nAll my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me\nEverybody from every hood, bang yo' head\n'Til you break your motherfucking neck for me\n\n[Hook: Busta Rhymes]\nJust let me give you real street shit\nTo ride in yo' shit with\nRecline yo' seat, rewind this heat\nKeep bouncin' up and down these streets\nSo nod yo' head and\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBang yo' head until you start to\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck\nYou might also like[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]\nCome along now Let's put it down, nigga\nWhen I bounce back and they know I done caught my breath\nY'all niggas all know how we do\nWhen the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death\nReach fo' dem backwoods\nThe fire boy, you know we bakin' a ounce\nI know you love the way we be givin' you the music\nMaking you bounce\nNow fuck it up just a little for my niggas\nEvery time we come through\nNiggas know that we did it for y'all Uh-huh\nAnd the way we do it for the people\nNiggas know we always give it to y'all\nI said, bounce Come on\nIn the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along\nWell, just bang this shit up in the truck\nWhile you break yo' neck, now, motherfucker, try to figure my flow\nSee the way we come right through\nWhen we come right through\nWe be always blowin' the spot, again and again\nAnd make a nigga really wanna stop\nBetter tell yo' crew, yo' peeps\nAll my niggas better put they troops on\nAnd gather up your soldiers, nigga\nYou know you better keep yo' boots on\nAll my niggas in the place Ayo\nWave your hands high now, and the way we put it down\nMake a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now\nWhat ya really wanna do?\nJust place your bet and put ya money where ya mouth is Ah-hoo\nAll my niggas in the street, just break ya neck\nAnd keep on bouncing\n[Hook: Busta Rhymes]\nJust let me give you real street shit\nTo ride in yo' shit with\nRecline yo' seat, rewind this heat\nKeep bouncin' up and down these streets\nSo nod yo' head and\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBang yo' head until you start to\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck\n\n[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]\nHere we go now\nAnd you know everytime Busta-Bus be holding the fort\nMy nigga watch how we shutting it down\nThe way we put it on, coming through like a steamroller\nMe and Dre, nigga, ain't no fucking around\nMy nigga What?, yeah, what up?\nMe and my team got a link\n'Cause you know we stay chopping it up\nAnd when we get up in the club\nAll of my niggas at the bar know we lockin' it up\nAnd we get a little High\nAnd we get a little Drunk\nAnd we get a little crunk Come on\nLemme give y'all niggas some shit\nThat'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk Come on\nGet money, then cash that check for me\nAll my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me\nEverybody from every hood, bang yo' head\n'Til you break ya motherfuckin' neck for me\n\n[Hook: Busta Rhymes]\nJust let me give you real street shit\nTo ride in yo' shit with\nRecline yo' seat, rewind this heat\nKeep bouncin' up and down these streets\nSo nod yo' head and\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBang yo' head until you start to\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck, nigga\nBreak ya neck42",3
2114,Audioslave___Shape_Of_Things_To_Come,calm,"""Shape of Things to Come  [Verse 1]\nWell, it's late in the hour\nAnd a few more grains of sand will fall\nOn the colorful flowers\nGrown upon the dust and moss\nNow I feel the worst is near\nI hold them close and count their years\nPray, a ray of light appears\nTo shine down on us here\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak down in the shape of things to come\nBut I'm moving on like a soldier\nAnd I say now when all is said and done\nIt's not ours to break the shape of things to come\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a crack in the clouds\nBut only for a moment now\nLike an eye looking out\nIn the blue skies finds the roads, we will go down\nI wonder what they hold for us\nI hold my family to my breast\nI fear the worst and hope the best\nWill come to see us blessed\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak down in the shape of things to come\nBut I'm moving on like a soldier\nAnd I say now when all is said and done\nIt's not ours to break the shape of things to come\n\n[Bridge]\nGiven one more try, wonder what I'd change?\nI won't deny, the thought is strange\nI've done my best and I will lay no blame myself\n\n[Chorus]\nBreak down in the shape of things to come\nBut I'm moving on like a soldier\nAnd I say now when all is said and done\nIt's not ours to break the shape of things to come\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThe shape of things to come\nThe shape of things to come",2
6961,Destroyer_666___Shadow,sad,"'Shadow  And yea tho\' you walk in the shadow of self\nDo not be afraid if you find it in hell\nDo not be a slave to just what has been\nTo make the virtue of demons is the ""ultimate"" sin!\n\nSo fear not my friends for the hour draws near\nBetter to have lived fast, than to die old with fear\nThough the old may be wise\nNo strength to they wield\nThey envy the young\nFor by life not death they are killed!You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5624,Cocteau_Twins___Wax_And_Wane,sad,"'', 'default'",1
5130,Charlie_Bird_Parker___Nows_the_Time,happy,"""The Vision of Rassan: Dedication / Roll On Kirk  [Dedication]\n\nThis is my\nMy dedication\nA song to a father\nFrom one to another\nOne to another\nA brother to a brother\nCast your mind back ooh ooh ooh\nTo black Africa ooh ooh ooh\nLittle wooden ships ooh ooh ooh\nCrossing the ocean ooh ooh ooh\nLittle wooden ships ooh ooh ooh\nLanding on the shoreline ooh ooh ooh\nThe name of the place, Lord ooh ooh ooh\nIs New-Orleans ooh ooh ooh\nRemember Jelly Roll Morton ooh ooh ooh\nLater Charlie Bird Parker ooh ooh ooh\nTravel to the North, yes ooh ooh ooh\nWith Charlie Bird Parker ooh ooh ooh\nPeople going insane, yes ooh ooh ooh\nWith John Coltrane, Lord ooh ooh ooh\nBut can you dig on his name now? ooh ooh ooh\nI say it's Roll on Kirk, now ooh ooh ooh\n[Roll on Kirk]\n\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, yeah\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk on, check it one more time\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll, oh, Roll on Kirk on, mmm mmm\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk on, yeah\n\nWatch him move\nEvery movement speaks now\nSeems his tender fingers\nIs strangled in your cheeks now\nHe does a little dance\nAnd he stomps on his feet now\nYeah he moan and moan and blows\nThe bellows in his cheeks now\nCome on, baby\n\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, go baby\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk on\nSee War LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also likeCome aboard the ship\nIt is a beautiful trip, Lord\nYou're welcome aboard, yes\nEspecially if you're hip, child\nWatch him closely\nWhile he makes up to the world now\nHe makes a woman aware of man, ooh\nA man of a goal, now\n\nOh, make 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll, Roll on Kirk, yeah\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make a-'em work, m-make a-'em work\nRoll on Kirk on, now\n\nYes, the captain's at the wheel, Lord\nTake you on a trip, yeah\nYou all got to excel\nTo the invisible whip, now\nIt's driving me, oh no\nI got to flow farther\nHelp me, sister\nHelp me, brother\nTake my hand, yeah\nAnd meet me to the bellow\nKeep it to my father\nCome on with me, brother\nMmm, Children\nLlittle bit children, yeah\nMmm, make 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, Lord\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, mama\nMake 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, Lord, mmm-hmm-hmm\n\nEverything has a dream\nEverything has a scheme\nLet's search for\nTheir reasons together\nThe reason together\n\nMake 'em work, make 'em work, make 'em work\nRoll on Kirk, all right\nHey man\nYou need of any woman\nR-R-R-R-Rassan\nRoll on Kirk\nR-R-R-R-Rassan\nR-R-R-R-Rassan\nR-R-R-R-Rassan\nRassan -san -san",0
494,Aimee_Mann___Wise_Up,sad,"""Wise Up  [Verse 1]\nIt's not what you thought\nWhen you first began it\nYou got what you want\nNow you can hardly stand it, though\nBy now you know\n\n[Refrain]\nIt's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nTill you wise up\n[Verse 2]\nYou're sure there's a cure\nAnd you have finally found it\nYou think one drink\nWill shrink you till you're underground\nAnd living down\n\n[Refrain]\nBut it's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nTill you wise up\n\n[Bridge]\nPrepare a list for what you need\nBefore you sign away the deed\n\n[Refrain]\n'Cause it's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nIt's not going to stop\nTill you wise up\n\n[Outro]\nNo, it's not going to stop\nTill you wise up\nNo, it's not going to stop\nSo just give upSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also like2",1
9017,Fightstar___Mono,happy,"""Mono  If time can break us down\nNot keep us around\nI won't wait\nI won't mind\nNot this time\n\nI've started up the clocks\nIt's time I left behind\nAnd everything we've lost\nDisappears\nI'm calling, I'm calling out\nI've started up the race\nFor answers on the long walk home\nIt's something I can't change\nI'm calling, I'm calling out\nAnd now we're not the same\nFor answers on the long walk home\n\nI'm running past the words\nTo finish up the faults\nCan't come back\nI won't wait\nWon't live like that\nNot this time\n\nI've started up the clocks\nIt's time I left behind\nAnd everything we've lost\nDisappears\n\nI'm calling, I'm calling out\nI've started up the race\nFor answers on the long walk home\nIt's something I can't change\nI'm calling, I'm calling out\nAnd now we're not the same\nFor answers on the long walk home\nYou might also likeScream[?]\nScream[?]\n\nI'll find myself once more again\nI've started up this race\nI'll find myself once more again\nIt's something I can't change\nNow we're not the same\nI can't help by myself again1",0
7120,Diary_of_Dreams___To_conquer_the_angels_laugh,sad,"""To Conquer The Angel’s Laugh  To conquer the angel's laugh\nAn urge implied\nA captious offer in your hands\nMy hymne of praise denied\nDisguising, fading scarlet of your belief\nDrowning gently in commands\nIt's your defeat\n\nMephisto, my fallen angel\nCorrupted patience in your eyes\nYour urge to rise denied\nYour justice shivering in faded trust\nMankind like puppets in your hands\nIt's our defeat\nMephisto, o Mephisto\nOur shattered pride inhaled by you\nRejecting innocence\nBetrayed by your own kind - a selfish deed\nI'm calling you to conquer me\nRescue me\n\nTo conquer the angel's laugh\nInside my head\nAn urge to feel temptation rise\nA deed of pure illusions\nTo feel just silence move\nAnd I'll regret...",1
3854,Bon_Iver___Lump_Sum,happy,"""Lump Sum  [Verse 1]\nSold my cold knot\nA heavy stone\nSold my red horse for a venture home\nTo vanish on the bow\nSettling slow\nFit it all, fit it in the doldrums\nOr so the story goes\nColor the era\nFilm it is historical\nAhh, ahh, ahh\n[Verse 2]\nMy mile could not\nPump the plumb\nIn my arbor 'til my ardor trumped\nEvery inner inertia, lump sum\nAll at once\nRushing from the sump pump\nOr so the story goes\nBalance we won't know\nWe will see when it gets warm\nAhh, ahh, ahhSee Bon Iver LiveGet tickets as low as $101You might also like15",0
7903,Elbow___ribcage,sad,"""Ribcage  We blew the doors didn't we?\nPissed in their champagne\nAnd did a real thing didn't we?\nGave ourselves a name\nAnd peeled away the shame\nI wanted to explode\n\nTo pull my ribs apart\nAnd let the sun inside x2\n\nRed stain blossoms\nAnd all you have is kisses\nAll you have is kisses x2\nAnd when the sunshine\nThrowin' me a lifeline\nFinds it's way into my room\nAll I need is you\n\nWe blew the doors didn't we?\nPissed in their champagne\nAnd did a real thing didn't we?\n\nTo pull my ribs apart\nAnd let the sun inside x2\n\nRed stain blossoms\nAnd all you have is kisses\nAll you have is kisses x2\n\nWe called that love x3\nWe called that love x3\n\nAnd when the sunshine\nThrowin' me a lifeline\nFinds it's way into my room\nAll I need is you x6\n\nAll I need is you\nAll you have is kisses\nAnd all I need is you",1
60,A_Fine_Frenzy___Whisper,calm,"""Whisper  Running the race like a mouse in a cage\nGetting nowhere, but I'm trying\nForging ahead but I'm stuck in the bed that I made\nSo I'm lying\n\nBut if you keep real close\nYeah, you stay real close\nI will reach you\nI'm down to a whisper\nIn a daydream on a hill\nShut down to a whisper\nCan you hear me still?\nEager to please, trying to be what they need\nBut I'm so very tired\nI've stopped trying to find any peace in my mind\n‘cause it tangles the wires\n\nBut if you keep real close\nYeah, you stay real close\nI will reach you\nI'm down to a whisper\nIn a daydream on a hill\nShut down to a whisper\nCan you hear me\nCan you hear me\n\nStill the sound\nIt dies on my lips\nTo fade away and to forget\n\nI'm down to a whisper\nIn a daydream on a hill\nShut down to a whisper\nCan you hear me\nCan you hear me\n\nStill",2
6769,Dead_Soul_Tribe___Under_The_Weight_Of_My_Stone,happy,"'Under The Weight Of My Stone  Before you know\nTomorrow s a memory gone by\nAnd on the floor\nLies a note you never read\nAnd you wait another day\n\nLife has given\nNothing I can say\nThat it cannot take away\n\nBefore you know\nAll the cracks in the walls have grown\nAnd when you go\nWill you leave just a photograph\nWith a phony faded smile\nLife has given\nNothing I can say\nThat it cannot take away\n\nWhen I look all around\nI feel like breaking down\nUnder the weight of my stoneYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
1386,Animal_Collective___Summertime_Clothes,happy,"'Summertime Clothes  [Verse 1]\nSweet summer night and I\'m stripped to my sheets\nForehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and\nA voice from the clock says, ""You\'re not gonna get tired""\nMy bed is a pool and the walls are on fire\nSoak my head in the sink for a while\nChills on my neck and it makes me smile but\nMy bones have to move and my skin\'s gotta breathe\nYou pick up the phone and I\'m so relieved\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou slide down your stairs to the heated street\nAnd the sun has left us with slippery feet\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd be here with you, we\'re goin\'\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt doesn\'t really matter, I\'ll go where you feel\nHunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal\nI point in the windows, you point out the parks\nRip off your sleeves and I\'ll ditch my socks\nWe\'ll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass\nWeave through the cardboard, smell that trash\nWalking around in our summertime clothes\nNowhere to go while our bodies glow\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd we\'ll greet the dawn in its morning blues\nWith purple yawn, you\'ll be sleeping soon\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nWhen the sun goes down, we\'ll go out again\nYou might also like[Interlude]\nDon\'t cool off, I like your warmth\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet\'s leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain\nIt\'s easy to sleep when it wets my brain\nIt covers my rest with a saccharine sheen\nKissing the wind through my window screen\nThe restlessness calls us, that I cannot hide\nSo much on my mind that it spills outside\nDo you want to go stroll down the financial street?\nOur clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nAnd there\'s no one pushing for a place\nLet\'s meander at an easy pace\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nI want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\nAnd I want to walk around with you\n\n[Outro]\nJust you, just you, just you, just you\nJust you, just you, just you, just you\nJust you, just you, just you, just you\nJust you, just you, just you, just you11Embed', 'default'",0
1574,Antimatter___Angelic,sad,"""Angelic  Angel cried last night; it was something in her dreams\nCarving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means\nBut gets by inside by saying it's not real\nThere's no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems\nAngel lied last night to amputate her fears\nWith no question she exhumes herself from possibilities\nClose your eyes it's fine by saying it's not real\nThere's no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems\nAnd if I could grow some wings I'd fly away home...",1
8677,Everly_Brothers___I_Wonder_If_I_Care_As_Much,happy,"'I Wonder If I Care As Much  [Chorus]\nI wonder if I care as much\nAs I did before\n\n[Verse 1]\nLast night I cried myself to sleep\nFor the one that makes me weep\nI dried my eyes to greet the day\nAnd wondered why I had to pay\nThe tears that I have shed by day\nGive relief and wash away\nThe memory of the night before\nI wonder if I\'ll suffer more\n[Chorus]\nI wonder if I care as much\nAs I did before\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy pride is made to say forgive\nAnd take the blame for what you did\nIt\'s your mistakes I\'m thinkin\' of\nI wonder if I\'m still in love\nMy heart can\'t thrive on misery\nMy life it has no destiny\nWhen things get more than I can bear\nI ask myself ""Do I still care?""\n\n[Chorus]\nI wonder if I care as much\nAs I did beforeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2645,Beck___Bottle_Of_Blues,happy,"""Bottle Of Blues  [Verse 1]\nI just found me a bottle of blues\nSome strange comfort for a soul to soothe\nAin't it hard\nAin't it hard\nTo want somebody who doesn't want you\nAnd I've been waiting for a year, a day\nSome strange weather must be blowing my way\nCause I got no mind to go or to stay\nOr be left behind\n[Chorus]\nHolding hands with an impotent dream\nIn a brothel of fake energy\nPut a nickel in the graveyard machine\nI get higher and lower\nI get higher and lower\nLike a tired soldier\nWith nothing' to shoot\nAnd nowhere to lose\nThis bottle of blues\n\n[Verse 2]\nEgos drone\nAnd pose alone\nLike black balloons\nAll banged and blown\nOn a backwoods river\nThe infidels shiver\nIn the stench of belief\nAnd tell my momma I'm a hundred years late\nI'm over the rails\nAnd out of the race\nAnd the crippled psalms\nOf an age that won't thaw\nAre ringing in my ears\nSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like[Chorus]\nHolding' hands with an impotent dream\nIn a brothel of fake energy\nPut a nickel in the graveyard machine\nI get higher and lower\nI get higher and lower\nLike a tired soldier\nWith nothing to shoot\nAnd nowhere to lose this\nBottle of blues\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell I just found me a bottle of blues\nSome strange comfort for a soul to soothe\nAin't it hard, ain't it hard\nTo want somebody who doesn't want you\n\n[Chorus]\nHolding' hands with an impotent dream\nIn a brothel of fake energy\nPut a nickel in the graveyard machine\nI get higher and lower\nI get higher and lower\nLike a tired soldier\nWith nothing to shoot\nAnd nowhere to lose this\nBottle of blues\nBottle of blues2",0
8191,Emerson__Lake__Palmer___CEst_La_Vie,sad,"""C’est la Vie  C'est la vie\nHave your leaves all turned to brown\nWill you scatter them around you\nC'est la vie\n\nDo you love\nAnd then how am I to know\nIf you don't let your love show for me\nC'est la vie\n\nOh, oh, c'est la vie\nOh, oh, c'est la vie\nWho knows, who cares for me\nC'est la vie\nIn the night\nDo you light a lover's fire\nDo the ashes of desire for you remain\n\nLike the sea\nThere's a love too deep to show\nTook a storm before my love flowed for you\nC'est la vie\n\nOh, oh, c'est la vie\nOh, oh, c'est la vie\nWho knows, who cares for me\nC'est la vie\n\n[Accordion solo]\n\nLike a song\nOut of tune and out of time\nAll I needed was a rhyme for you\nC'est la vie\n\nDo you give\nDo you live from day to day\nIs there no song I can play for you\nC'est la vie\nYou might also likeOh, oh, c'est la vie\nOh, oh, c'est la vie\nWho knows, who cares for me\nC'est la vie",1
1587,Antimatter___Leaving_Eden,sad,"""Leaving Eden  Put the thorn in my side, the coins on my eyes\nI'm not awake, I'm leaving Eden\nAnd all her frozen charms lie cold in my arms\nPanic went away and left me reeling\nIt's warm outside but the weather fails to hide\nThe stinging loss inside\nFor in the back of my mind I always thought I'd find my way to paradise\nOn I'd walk to paradise ...\n\nBut grace and lies locked the door from the other side\nAnd now there's not much else there\nGrace and lies\nIn all how long can you hide, how long?\n\nThe cost of innocence is the loss of innocence\nSome may pass away, but some die screaming\nWhen it came to my time, oh it took me by surprise\nWas it my mistake, or am I born for giving in?\n\nBut grace and lies locked the door from the other side\n\nAnd now there's not much else there\nGrace and lies\nIn all how long can you hide, how long?",1
9608,Front_242___UMen,sad,"""U-Men  They seem to live in Panavision\nOn a TV screen or in a non-stop dream\nUNIDENTIFIED MEN\n\nI think it ain't just\n\nAt the first glance, I knew there was no chance\nTo come into contact or to find a new compact\nUNIDENTIFIED MEN",1
7928,Electric_Light_Orchestra___SHINE_A_LITTLE_LOVE,happy,"""Shine a Little Love  [Verse 1]\nAlthough the things you've done, I wouldn't criticize\nI guess you had your way\nYou see, I gotta make you understand\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know it sounds a foolish thing to say\nBut it don't matter, baby\n'Cause today's another day\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see\n[Verse 2]\nRemember, tonight we're gonna run till dawn\nRemember, tonight we're gonna say\nWe'll never stop, we got a good thing goin' on\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know you've heard it all before\nBut I really need you, darlin'\nEvery day, I need you more\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see\n\n[Bridge]\nCan you understand yes, I understand\nCan you feel it's right I know it is\nWill you be the same I'll do it all again\nHu, hu, hu-ha, hu-ha, hu-ha, hu-ha, hu\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's been a year now and it's gettin' so much better\nCame home without a word\nThough everybody said you'll soon forget her\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nThey couldn't see and they just didn't understand\nAnd lookin' in the mirror\nThere were fools at either hand\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see\n\n[Bridge]\nCan you understand yes, I understand\nCan you feel it's right I know it is\nWill you be the same I'll do it all again\nHu-ah-aah-aah-aah-aah-hu-aah, hu\n\n[Verse 4]\nHow many days had I been waitin' there to tell you\nI really can't believe\nWe're walkin' out into the world tonight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe'll do it all again until the break of light\nAnd the feeling in your heart\nWill soon be shinin' in your eyes\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life Shine on me\nYou shine a little love on my life Whoa, whoa, whoa\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine a little love on my life Shine\nYou shine a little love on my life E.L.O.\nYou shine a little love on my life\nAnd let me see1",0
922,All_Time_Low___Remembering_Sunday,happy,"""Remembering Sunday  [Verse 1]\nHe woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes\nStarted making his way past 2 in the morning\nHe hasn't been sober for days\nLeaning now into the breeze\nRemembering Sunday, he falls to his knees\nThey had breakfast together\nBut two eggs don't last\nLike the feeling of what he needs\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow this place seems familiar to him\nShe pulled on his hand with a devilish grin\nShe led him upstairs, she led him upstairs\nLeft him dying to get in\n[Chorus]\nForgive me, I'm trying to find\nMy calling, I'm calling at night\nI don't mean to be a bother\nBut have you seen this girl?\nShe's been running through my dreams\nAnd it's driving me crazy, it seems\nI'm gonna ask her to marry me\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd even though she doesn't believe in love\nHe's determined to call her bluff\nWho could deny these butterflies?\nThey're filling his gut\nWaking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces\nHe pleads, though he tries\nBut he's only denied\nNow he's dying to get inside\n\n[Chorus]\nForgive me, I'm trying to find\nMy calling, I'm calling at night\nI don't mean to be a bother\nBut have you seen this girl?\nShe's been running through my dreams\nAnd it's driving me crazy, it seems\nI'm gonna ask her to marry me\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Bridge 1: Alex Gaskarth]\nThe neighbors said she moved away\nFunny how it rained all day\nI didn't think much of it then\nBut it's starting to all make sense\nOh, I can see now that all of these clouds\nAre following me in my desperate endeavor\nTo find my whoever, wherever she may be\n\n[Bridge 2: Juliet Simms]\nI'm not coming back forgive me\nI've done something so terrible\nI'm terrified to speak I'm not calling, I'm not calling\nBut you'd expect that from me\nI'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just You're driving me crazy, I'm\nWashing you out of my hair and out of my mind\nKeeping an eye on the world\nFrom so many thousands of feet off the ground\nI'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds\nAnd towering over your head\n\n[Outro]\nWell I guess I'll go home now\nI guess I'll go home now\nI guess I'll go home now\nI guess I'll go home44",0
1901,As_I_Lay_Dying___Behind_Me_Lies_Another_Fallen_Soldier,sad,"""Behind Me Lies Another Fallen Soldier  [Spoken Word]\nI want to bring You all that is in my heart\nI want to give You my everything\nBut I've failed You so many times\nHow can I stand here, how I can stand here before You\n\nHow can I stand here before You\nWhen I begin to steal\nWhat only belongs to You\nWhat only belongs to You\nI am able to bring You\nNothing that isn't already Yours\nI'm so ashamed\nI'm so ashamed of what I ever called my own\n\nTake what I have\nTake these broken remains\nWhat can I give to You\nThat You don't already deserve\n\nYou laid down Your life\nWhen I refused to give mine",1
7016,Devo___Big_Mess,happy,"""Big Mess  I am Cowboy Kim\nCowboy Kim I am\nI am a lucky cowboy\nLet me tell you why\n\nI'm a man with a mission\nA boy with a gun\nI got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one\n\nI'll announce the winner\nOn the radio\nWith my microphone\nI do a super show\nI wear a cowboy hat\nIt is my business hat\nI'm on till 1 am\nI must tell you that\nI'm a man with a mission\nA boy with a gun\nI got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one\nWho doesn't know\nI'm a big mess\nI mean a really big mess\nA big big mess he was all mixed up in a big mess\nBig mess, he was a\nHe was really mixed up he was a big mess\nBig mess, he was a\nHe was really mixed up\n\nCowboy Kim I am\nMr. Reality\nThe most important thing\nI put away my toys\nWith my microphone\nI do a super show\nI'll announce the winner\nOn the Radio\n\nI'm a man with a mission\nA boy with a gun\nI got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one\nWho doesn't know\nI'm a big mess\nI mean a really big mess\nA big big mess he was all mixed up in a big mess\nBig mess, he was a\nHe was really mixed up he was a big mess\nBig mess, he was a\nHe was really mixed up\nYou might also likeI'm a man with a mission\nA boy with a gun\nI got a picture in my pocket of the lucky one\nWho doesn't know\nI'm a big mess\nI mean a really big mess\nA big big mess he was all mixed up in a1",0
9041,Filter___Dose,sad,"""Dose  [Verse 1]\nI believe in something else\nNow go bother someone else\nStick your fingers in your book\nTake a better second look, you crook\n\n[Chorus 1]\nI hate it when you breach my space\nAnd I hate it when you preach your case\nAnd you should go down, down\nSave someone else\n[Verse 2]\nI think I should warn you\nI think I should tell\nWhat you've been doing\nIt makes you go to hell\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI hate it when you preach your case\nIt makes me want to stick my dick in your face\nAnd you should go down, down\nSave someone else\n\n[Bridge]\nCan your preacher bring me down?\nOh, I don't think so\n\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, and I hate it when you breach my space\nAnd I hate it when you preach your case\nAnd you should go down, down\nSave someone else\nAnd you should go down, down\nSave someone else",1
1868,Arrogant_Worms___Proud_To_Be_Canadian,happy,"""Proud To Be Canadian  Our fair country Canada\nIs north of the USA\nOur Maritimes are lovely\nAnd our prairies give us hay\nYou might think you Yankees\nAre better than us Canucks\nBut we don't need no microchips\nInside our hockey pucks\n\nWe know that you've got disneyworld\nAnd you keep it very clean\nWe dont have Bob Dole\nAnd we can drink when we're 19\nWe may watch your TV shows for hours and hour and hours\nWe'll give you Alan Thicke\nBut Shania Twain is ours\nWe're proud to be Canadian\nWe're awfully nice to strangers, our manners be our curse\nIt's cool in many ways to be Canadian\nWe won't say that we're better, it's just that we're less worse\n\nYour beer is not too tasty\nAnd your weather can't be beat\nWe all fly south in the winter time\nTo escape the snow and sleet\nWe're pleased to say that\nWe've enjoyed all your southeren charms\nBut we get sun burnt\nWhen we exersice the right to bare our arms\n\nWe're proud to be Canadian\nWe're awfully nice to strangers, our manners be our curse\nIt's cool in many ways to be Canadian\nWe won't say that we're better, it's just that we're less worse\n\nAlanis Morisette\nShe is our latest pride and joy\nShe used to sing about High school dances\nAnd chasing after boys\nBut now she is fed up\nAnd as angry as can be\nShe's got one hand in her pocket\nAnd the other on guard for thee\nYou might also likeWe're proud to be Canadianproud to be canadian\nWe're awfully nice to strangers\nOur manners be our curse we're just too darn nice\nIt's cool in many ways to be Canadian I like being Canadian!\nWe won't say that we're better, it's just that we're less worse\n\nWe're proud to be Canadian\nWe're awfully nice to strangers, our manners be our curse\ncan i get the door for you ma'am?\nIt's cool in many ways to be Canadian\nit's cool cause it's cold up here\nWe won't say that we're better, it's just that we're less worse\n\nWe won't say that we're better it's just that we're less worse",0
372,Adam_Lambert___For_Your_Entertainment,happy,"""For Your Entertainment  [Verse 1]\nSo hot, out the box\nCan you pick up the pace?\nTurn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained\nPush the limit, are you with it?\nBaby, don't be afraid\nI'ma hurt you real good, baby\nLet's go, it's my show\nBaby, do what I say\nDon't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display\nI told ya I'm a hold you down until you're amazed\nGive it to you till you're screamin' my name\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo escaping when I start\nOnce I'm in, I own your heart\nThere's no way you'll ring the alarm\nSo hold on until it's over\n\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, do you know what you got into?\nCan you handle what I'm about to do?\n'Cause it's about to get rough for you\nI'm here for your entertainment\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet\nYou thought an angel swept you off your feet\nBut I'm about to turn up the heat\nI'm here for your entertainment\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's alright, you'll be fine\nBaby, I'm in control\nTake the pain, take the pleasure\nI'm the master of both\nClose your eyes, not your mind\nLet me into your soul\nI'm a work it till you're totally blown\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nNo escaping when I start\nOnce I'm in, I own your heart\nThere's no way you'll ring the alarm\nSo hold on until it's over\n\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, do you know what you got into?\nCan you handle what I'm about to do?\n'Cause it's about to get rough for you\nI'm here for your entertainment\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet\nYou thought an angel swept you off your feet\nBut I'm about to turn up the heat\nI'm here for your entertainment\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nEntertainment\nOh oh... oh entertainment\nI'm here for your entertainment\nOhh\nDo you like what you see?\nWhoa\nLet me entertain you till you scream\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, do you know what you got into?\nCan you handle what I'm about to do?\n'Cause it's about to get rough for you\nI'm here for your entertainment\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet\nYou thought an angel swept you off your feet\nBut I'm about to turn up the heat\nI'm here for your entertainment8",0
7507,Dragonette___Okay_Dolores,happy,"'Okay Dolore  Set it up and tear it down, a sucker says what\nIt keeps me up all night and it just don’t pay enough\nOkay Dolore\nOkay Dolore\n\nI feel that fever running up again a hundred and twelve\nStop me if you think that I’m repeating myself\nOkay Dolore\nO Okay Dolore\n\nI better keep my two legs running, stick my head out, get my hands in it\nOh oh oh oh oh\nIs it a condition, I’m an ordinary citizen\nOh oh oh oh oh\nOkay okay Dolore\nSo go ahead Chiquita, why not show ‘em your stuff\nBut how come you want to make off with my hard earned love\nOkay Dolore\nO Okay Dolore\n\nThat’s why my heart is skipping triplets, this is serious\nSo pack up mammasita while I sweep up the mess\nOkay Dolore\nO Okay Dolore\n\nYou better keep your two legs running, stick your head out, get your hands in it\nOh oh oh oh oh oh\nIs it a condition, you’re an ordinary citizen\nOh oh oh oh oh\nOkay okay Dolore\n\nOkay okay\nWhy do you pick me right back up and throw me back in the ditch again\nMy heart is skipping triplets and I’m felling feverish\nOkay Dolore why can’t we just call it a truce with this\nAnd I could wrap my arms around you a bit\nI keep my two legs running, stick my head out, get my hands in it\nOh oh oh oh oh\nIs it a condition, I’m an ordinary citizen\nOh oh oh oh oh\nOkay okay DoloreYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4551,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___10_Years_Today,anger,"""10 Years Today  [Verse 1]\nTen years ago, I got a call that nearly killed me\nRepeat yourself, my hands are shaking\nWhen I was told, my friend was gone I felt so guilty\nA thousand questions left unanswered\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\nI'll serenade before I do\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\n[Chorus]\nOn and on although you're gone\nCandles burn without a flame on\nOur final call to you, I know you're listening\nHow could you leave us that way?\nWhere did you go?\nTen years today!\n\n[Verse 2]\nTen years ago, I stood beside the wood that held you\nI must sit down, my legs are shaking\nWe let you go, with gifts of plectrums for your journey\nAnd melodies to help you on your way\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\nI'll serenade before I do\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\n\n[Chorus]\nOn and on although you're gone\nCandles burn without a flame on\nOur final call to you, I know you're listening\nHow could you leave us that way?\nWhere did you go?\nTen years today!\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nWhoah-oh-ah\nWhoah-oh-oh\nWhoah-oh-ah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll bleed if you want me to\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\nI'll bleed if you want me to!\n\n[Chorus]\nOn and on although you're gone\nCandles burn without a flame on\nOur final call to you, I know you're listening!\nHow could you leave us that way?\nWhere did you go?\nTen years today!\n\n[Outro]\nWhere did you go? ten years today!\nWhere did you go?\nHow could you leave us that way?\nWhere did you go? ten years today!1",3
7931,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Confusion,sad,"""Confusion  [Verse 1]\nEverywhere, the sun is shining\nAll around the world, it's shining\nBut cold winds blow across your mind\n\n[Chorus]\nConfusion Confusion\nIt's such a terrible shame\nConfusion Confusion\nYou don't know what you're saying\nYou've lost your love\nAnd you just can't carry on Can't carry on\nYou feel there's no one there\nFor you to lean on To lean on\n[Verse 2]\nEvery night, you're out there, darling\nYou're always out there running\nAnd I see that lost look in your eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nConfusion Confusion\nI don't know what I should do\nConfusion Confusion\nI leave it all up to you\nYou've lost your love\nAnd you just can't carry on Can't carry on\nYou feel there's no one there\nFor you to lean on To lean on\n\n[Verse 3]\nDark is the road you wander\nAnd as you stand there under\nThe starry sky, you feel sad inside\n\n[Chorus]\nConfusion Confusion\nYou know it's driving me wild\nConfusion Confusion\nIt comes as no big surprise\nYou've lost your love\nAnd you just can't carry on Can't carry on\nYou feel there's no one there\nFor you to lean on To lean on\nYou might also like[Outro]\nConfusion, confusion\nConfusion, confusion\nConfusion, confusion\nConfusion, confusion...1",1
3572,Blondie___Sunday_Girl,happy,"""Sunday Girl  [Verse 1]\nI know a girl from a lonely street\nCold as ice cream but still as sweet\nDry your eyes, Sunday Girl\nHey, I saw your guy with a different girl\nLooks like he's in another world\nRun and hide, Sunday Girl\n\n[Chorus]\nHurry up, hurry up and wait\nI stay away all week and still I wait\nI got the blues, please come see\nWhat your loving means to me\n[Verse 2]\nShe can't catch up with the working crowd\nThe weekend mood and she's feeling proud\nLive in dreams, Sunday Girl\nBaby, I would like to go out tonight\nIf I go with you my folks'll get uptight\nStay at home, Sunday Girl\nOoh\n\n[Verse 3]\nHey, I saw your guy with a different girl\nLooks like he's in another world\nRun and hide, Sunday Girl\nWhen I saw you again in the summertime\nIf your love was as sweet as mine\nI could be Sunday's girl\n\n[Chorus]\nHurry up, hurry up and wait\nI stay away all week and still I wait\nI got the blues, please come see\nWhat your loving means to me\nHurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait\nI got the blues, please, please\nPlease come see what'cha do to me\nI got the blues\nSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96You might also like[Outro]\nHurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait\nHurry up, please come see what'cha do to me3",0
6666,David_Usher___Black_Black_Heart_20,calm,"""Black Black Heart 2.0  Something ugly this way comes\nThrough my fingers sliding inside\nAll these blessings all these burns\nI'm godless underneath your cover\nSearch for pleasure search for pain\nIn this world now I am undying\nI unfurl my flag my nation helpless\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAs I begin to lose my grip\nOn these realities your sending\nTaste your mind and taste your sex\nI'm naked underneath your cover\nCovers lie and we will bend and borrow\nWith the coming sign\nThe tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\n\nBlack black heart why would you offer more\nWhy would you make it easier on me to satisfy\nI'm on fire I'm rotting to the core\nI'm eating all your Kings and Queens\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds\nAll your sex and your diamonds",2
4366,Broadcast___I_Found_The_F,happy,"'I Found the F  [Verse 1]\nI found the fragrance separate from the flower\nIn all the logic I was lost\nI found the fair, light blossom to be sour\nAnd beneath the soil, the real cost\n\n[Chorus]\nYou came to me carelessly\nI am iris and the lens\nThe bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water\nThe level inside will rise\nA fallen monument lies\n[Verse 2]\nA prism is only walls\nMy arms will not be bars\nThe well now is your support\nIn autosuggested pathways, you are caught\n\n[Chorus]\nYou came to me carelessly\nI am iris and the lens\nThe bridge adjusting to the water, water, water, water\nThe level inside will rise\nA fallen monument liesYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",0
7993,Ella_Fitzgerald___Isnt_It_Romantic,sad,"""Isn’t It Romantic?  [Verse]\nIsn't it romantic?\nMusic in the night, a dream that can be heard\nIsn't it romantic?\nMoving shadows write the oldest magic word\nI hear the breezes playing in the trees above\nWhile all the world is saying you were meant for love\nIsn't it romantic\nMerely to be young on such a night as this?\nIsn't it romantic?\nEvery note that's sung is like a lover's kiss\nSweet symbols in the moonlight\nDo you mean that I will fall in love perchance?\nIsn't it romance?\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nSweet symbols in the moonlight\nDo you mean that I will fall in love perchance?\nIsn't it romantic?\nIsn't it romance?",1
246,Abba___When_I_Kissed_The_Teacher,happy,"""When I Kissed the Teacher  [Verse 1]\nEverybody screamed\nWhen I kissed the teacher\nAnd they must have thought they dreamed\nWhen I kissed the teacher\nAll my friends at school\nThey had never seen the teacher blush, he looked like a fool\nNearly petrified 'cause he was\n\n[Verse 2]\nTaken by surprise Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nCouldn't quite believe his eyes Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nMy whole class went wild\nAs I held my breath the world stood still, but then he just smiled\nI was in the seventh heaven\nWhen I kissed the teacher\n[Chorus]\nOne of these days\nGonna tell him I dream of him every night\nOne of these days\nGonna show him I care, gonna teach him a lesson alright\n\n[Verse 3]\nI was in a trance Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nSuddenly I took the chance Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nLeaning over me\nHe was trying to explain the laws of geometry\nAnd I couldn't help it\nI just had to kiss the teacher\n\n[Chorus]\nOne of these days\nGonna tell him I dream of him every night\nOne of these days\nGonna show him I care, gonna teach him a lesson alright\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhat a crazy day Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nAll my sense had flown away Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nWhen I kissed the teacher Hug, hug him, I wanna kiss him\nMy whole class went wild\nAs I held my breath, the world stood still, but then he just smiled\nI was in the seventh heaven\nWhen I kissed the teacher\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI wanna hug, hug, hug him When I kissed the teacher\nI wanna hug, hug him When I kissed the teacher\nI wanna hug, hug, hug him When I kissed the teacher\nI wanna hug, hug him When I kissed the teacher\nI wanna hug...3",0
6925,Desert_Sessions___There_Will_Never_Be_A_Better_Time,sad,"""There Will Never Be a Better Time  [Intro]\nAre we going? Okay\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, there will never be a better time\nOh, there will never be a greater time\n\n[Verse 1]\nOh, if I could change, change everything\nYeah, if I could change my name, learn to forgive\n[Chorus]\nThere's never been a better time\nOh, I know, there will never be a greater time\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, how I look for God and lose my way\nHow I look for you and lose my place\n\n[Verse 3]\nKissing anything that comes my way\nBurning anything that will burn\n\n[Verse 4]\nI wanna change, change everything\nLearn to change my name, learn to forgive\n\n[Bridge]\nBut love, love passes me by in all the wrong places\nLately, love passes me by, I lose my way\nHow I wanna catch them all, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nThere will never be a greater time\nNo, I know that\nThere will never be a better time\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThere will never be a better time\nAnd there will never be a greater time",1
4368,Broadcast___O_How_I_Miss_You,happy,"'', 'default'",0
5749,Combichrist___enjoy_the_abuse,sad,"""Enjoy the Abuse  Enjoy the abuse [x3]\nEnjoy\n\nEverybody hates you\n\nNext time you open your mouth\nI'll put my fist down your throat\nSo deep you cannot swallow\nI'll make your body hollow\n\nYou will enjoy the abuse\n'Cause you've got nothing to lose\nI swear I'll fistfuck your brain\nUntil I'm smiling again\nEverybody hates you\n\nEnjoy enjoy the abuse [x3]\nEnjoy enjoy\n\nEnjoy [x28] the abuse\n\nNext time you're down on your knees\nAnd you're expecting a slap\nIt might be me in that mask\nAnd I just might have a bat\n\nEnjoy the abuse\nEnjoy\nEnjoy the abuse\nEnjoy\nEnjoy [x4]\n\nNext time you open your mouth\nI'll put my fist down your throat\nSo deep you cannot swallow\nI'll make your body hollow\n\nYou will enjoy the abuse\n'Cause you've got nothing to lose\nI swear I'll fistfuck your brain\nUntil I'm smiling again\nYou might also likeEnjoy the abuse\nEnjoy\n[x2]\n\nEnjoy the abuse enjoy\nEnjoy\n\nEnjoy the abuse",1
3802,Bobbie_Gentry___Ill_Never_Fall_In_Love_Again,happy,"""I’ll Never Fall in Love Again  What do you get when you fall in love?\nA guy with a pin to burst your bubble\nThat's what you get for all your trouble\nI'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nWhat do you get when you kiss a guy?\nYou get enough germs to catch pneumonia\nAfter you do, he'll never phone ya\nI'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again\nDon't' tell me what's it's all about\n'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out\nOut of the chains, the chains that bind you\nThat is why I'm here to remind you\n\nWhat do you get when you fall in love?\nYou only get lies and pain and sorrow\nSo for at least until tomorrow\nI'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nDont' tell me what's it's all about\n'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out\nOut of the chains, the chains that bind you\nThat is why I'm here to remind you\n\nWhat do you get when you give your heart?\nYou get it all broken up and battered\nThat's what you get, a heart that's shattered\nI'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again",0
8577,Eurythmics___Cool_Blue,sad,"""Cool Blue  [Verse 1]\nBlue – the colour suits you\nCool blue\nHow will you stay this way for ever?\nBlue again\nIt's a lasting chill\nTo keep you cold as winter\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHow can I forget you?\nI'm never gonna give you up\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up\n[Chorus]\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\n\n[Verse 2]\nBlue – the colour fools you\nCool blue\nI'll never stay the way for ever\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHow can I forget you?\nI'm never gonna give you up\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up\n\n[Chorus]\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\nHere it comes again\n\n[Bridge]\nHow could she fall for a boy like that?\nHow could she fall for a boy like that?\nHow could she fall for a boy like that?\nHow could she fall for a boy like that?\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nBlue – the colour suits you\nCool blue\nBlue – the colour fools you\nBlue again\nBlue\nCool blue\nHow will you stay this way for ever?\n\n[Outro]\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up\nHow can I forget you, baby?\nI'm never gonna give you up",1
1236,Anberlin___A_Day_Late,happy,"""A Day Late  [Verse 1]\nSo let me get this straight\nSay now you loved me all along?\nWhat made you hesitate\nTo tell me with words what you really feel?\nI can see it in your eyes\nYou mean all of what you say\nI remember so long ago\nSee, I felt the same way\nNow we both have separate lives and lovers\nAnd lovers\nInsignificantly enough we both have significant others\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOnly time will tell\nTime will turn and tell\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are who we were when\nCould've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nWho knew what we know now\nCould've been more but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut thoughts they change and times they rearrange\nI don't know who you are anymore\nLoves come and go and this I know\nI'm not who you recall anymore\nBut I must confess you're so much more than I remember\nCan't help but entertain these thoughts\nThoughts of us together\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are who we were when\nCould've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nWho knew what we know now\nCould've been more but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nWhoa\nMy day late friend\n\n[Bridge]\nSo let me get this straight\nAll these years and you were no where to be found\nAnd now you want me for your own\nBut you're a day late and my love she's still renowned\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are who we were when\nCould've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nWho knew what we know now\nCould've been more but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nWe are who we were when\nCould've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when\nWho knew what we know now\nCould've been more but at least you're still my day late friend\nWe are who\nWe are who we were when",0
2575,Beady_Belle___Never_Mind,calm,"""Never Mind  You know better than I\nWhat is strenghtened, what dissolves\nYou know better than I\nWhat your point of view involves\n\nYou know better than I\nWhat can make you satisfied\nYou know better than I\nWhat you really feel inside\n\nYou know better than I\nWhat your mirror image craves\nYou know better than I\nWhat your self-opinion waives\nI know better than you\nWhat refusal has brought on\nI know better than you\nSacrifice I've undergone\n\nSo this is all you can provide\nJust a little bit of thought, little bit of time\nNever mind\nFor me to bear this just won't do\nJust a little bit of care, little bit of love\nLittle bit of you\nNever mind\n\nYou know better than I\nYour order of priority\nYou know better than I\nWhat you would forgo for me\n\nI know better than you\nMy intention of my deed\nI know better than you\nWhat's undue and what I need",2
7971,Elisa___Heaven_Out_Of_Hell,happy,"""Heaven Out of Hell  So are you turning around your mind?\nDo you think the sun won't shine this time?\nAre you breathing only half of the air?\nAre you giving only half of a chance?\n\nDon't you wanna shake because you love\ncry because you care feel 'cause you're alive sleep because you're tired\nshake because you love cry because you care feel 'cause you're alive\n\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\nAre you locked up in you counting the days?\nOh how long until you have your freedom, your freedom?\n\nJust shake because you love\ncry because you care feel 'cause you're alive sleep because you're tired\nshake because you love bleed 'cause you got hurt die because you lived\n\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\n\nAre you still turning around the same things?\nAre you still trying that way?\nAre you still praying the same prayers?\nAre you still waiting for that same day to come?\n\nClimbing the same mountain you're not getting higher\nYou're running after yourself you can't let go\nHiding in that place you don't wanna be\nYou pushed happiness so far away but it comes back\nTo give you all that you've given before\nTo love you the way you do like a mirror\nLook in the air 'n catch the boomerang\nCan't fall anywhere else but in your own hand\n\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\nMake heaven, heaven out of hell now\nYou might also likeAre you still waiting?\nAre you still praying?\nAre you still losing?\n\nI wanna fly because I dream",0
8420,Enya___On_My_Way_Home,happy,"""On My Way Home  [Verse 1]\nI have been given\nOne moment from heaven\nAs I am walking\nSurrounded by night\nStars high above me\nMake a wish under moonlight\n\n[Chorus]\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the best days\nI'm on my way home\nI can remember\nEvery new day\n[Verse 2]\nI move in silence\nWith each step taken\nSnow falling round me\nLike angels in flight\nFar in the distance\nIs my wish under moonlight\n\n[Chorus]\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the best days\nI'm on my way home\nI can remember\nEvery new day\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the best days\nI'm on my way home\nI can remember\nEvery new day\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOn my way home\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\nI remember\nAll the best days\nI'm on my way home\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\nI can remember\nEvery new day\n\n[Interlude]\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\n\n[Outro]\nOn my way home\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\nI remember\nAll the good days\nOn my way home\nTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up-up, Adieu\nI remember\nAll the good days",0
9401,Four_Tops___I_Cant_Help_Myself_Sugar_Pie__Honey_Bunch,sad,"""I Can’t Help Myself Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch  [Intro]\nUuh\n\n[Chorus]\nSugar pie, honey bunch\nYou know that I love you\nI can't help myself\nI love you and nobody else\n\n[Verse 1]\nIn and out my life In and out my life\nYou come and you go You come and you go\nLeaving just your picture behind Ooo\nAnd I've kissed it a thousand times Ooo\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen you snap your finger or wink your eye\nI come a-running to you\nI'm tied to your apron strings Can't help myself\nAnd there's nothing that I can do, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't help myself Ooh\nNo, I can't help myself Ooh\n'Cause, sugar pie, honey bunch Sugar pie, honey bunch\nI'm weaker than a man should be\nI can't help myself\nI'm a fool in love, you see\n\n[Verse 2]\nWanna tell you I don't love you\nTell you that we're through\nAnd I've tried\nBut every time I see your face I can't help myself\nI get all choked up inside\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I call your name\nGirl, it starts the flame\nBurning in my heart, tearing it all apart\nNo matter how I try, my love I cannot hide\nYou might also like[Chorus]\n'Cause sugar pie, honey bunch Sugar pie, honey bunch\nYou know that I'm weak for you Weak for you\nCan't help myself\nI love you and nobody else Ooh\n\nSugar pie, honey bunch Sugar pie, honey bunch\nDo anything you ask me to Ask me to\nCan't help myself\nI want you and nobody else Ooh\n\nSugar pie, honey bunch Sugar pie, honey bunch\nYou know that I love you Love you\nI can't help myself\nNo, I can't help myself Ooh\n\nSugar pie, honey bunch Sugar pie, honey bunch\nYou know that I love you1",1
5179,CheNelle___2nd_Nature,happy,"""2nd Nature  Verse 1\nI can't see myself with nobody else\nEverywhere I go, everything I do, you appear in my vision\nYou can even be a thousand miles away\nStill I can't resist, having you in the back of my head\nBaby, in my eyes you're perfection\n\nBridge\nBut why, I don't know baby\nAll I know is that I need you baby\nDon't break the chain 'cause I remain weak, forever\nChorus\nLoving you is like second nature\nNothing could compare, you're like no other\nWithout you I ain't breathing\nFeels like I'm suffocating\nI need you\n\nFron the first time I saw you I told myself stop dreaming\nAsk me to be yours and you as mine\nNo more misbehaving\nI'm over all that playing\nI need you\n\nVerse 2\nSummer, winter, spring, I am there\nEverything you want, anything you need\nBaby I provide affection\nI can see myself growing old with you\nYou complete my world\nYou make me face my fears, how could I ever thank you\n\nBridge\nBut why, I don't know baby\nAll I know is that I want you honey\nDon't break the chain 'cause I remain weak, forever\nYou might also likeChorus\nAnd Loving you is like second nature\nNothing could compare, you're like no other\nWithout you I ain't breathing\n\nFeels like I'm suffocating\nI need you\n\nFron the first time I saw you I told myself stop dreaming\nAsk me to be yours and you as mine\nNo more misbehaving\nI'm over all that playing\nI need you\n\nBridge 2\nWords can't explain how and what you've done to me\nDon't know what I did to have make this become reality\nSomething so unfamiliar, something I can't ignore\nI'm so into you, so so into you\nSat down about twice to see\nIf I might change my mind about the way I feel\nJust like I guess I couldn't stop coming back to the same old thing\nAre you there\nTreating me so good, getting me all hooked\n\nBridge\nBut why, I don't know baby\nAll I know is that I want you honey\nDon't break the chain 'cause I remain weak, forever\nChorus\nAnd Loving you is like second nature\nNothing could compare, you're like no other\nWithout you I ain't breathing\nFeels like I'm suffocating\nI need you\n\nFron the first time I saw you I told myself stop dreaming\nAsk me to be yours and you as mine\nOver misbehaving\nOver all that playing\nI need you\n\nNeed you, need you, need you ou ou ou ou ou ou",0
9601,From_First_to_Last___The_Levy,sad,"'The Levy  [Chorus]\nNow!\nRise, rise, rise to fall\nI never cared, never cared to try until now\nTo find home\nThe distance grows as the ground approaches\n\n[Verse 1]\nFaith, at least in the form of gravity\nKeeps me low at the ladder\nTime to crawl to the salty heel that pins my life\n[Chorus]\n\nNow!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Coda]x2\nClimb, climb, climb to fallYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1452,Annie___I_Dont_Like_Your_Band,happy,"""I Don’t Like Your Band  [Intro]\nOne, two, three, go\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou've such good taste\nIt's such a shame to waste\nI'm doing you a favour\nIt's cruel but hey\nMight not be my place to say\nSomewhere there's been a failure\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou've missed your moments in the magazines\nYou're out of date and out of time\nYour latest seven inch sounds obscene\nUnless you spin it at forty-five\nThat stuff you play\nIt sounds so passé\nDon't get me wrong, I like you\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I don't like your band\nYour style, your sound\nNo, I don't like your band\nIt's tired, not now\nI don't like your music\nI'm just not into it\nIt's not you, it's not you\nIt's your tunes\nI don't like your band\n\n[Verse 2]\nOpen your mind\nYou've been so far behind\nYour foot upon the razor\nTime to get your headphones on\nListening to some cosmic songs\nSome Kraftwerk, Bobby O and Moroder Now let me help you\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nOne Gotta ditch your influences then\nTwo Start it all again\nThree Buy yourself a sequencer and then\nFour Let the games begin\nThat stuff you play\nIt sounds so passé\nDon't get me wrong, I like you\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I don't like your band\nYour style, your sound\nNo, I don't like your band\nIt's tired, not now\nI don't like your music\nI'm just not into it\nIt's not you, it's not you\nIt's your tunes\nI don't like your band\n\n[Bridge]\nI feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad\nI feel bad, I feel bad, I feel bad\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't like your band\nYour style, your sound\nNo, I don't like your band\nIt's tired, not now\nI don't like your music\nI'm just not into it\nIt's not you, it's not you\nIt's your tunes\nI don't like your band\nI don't like your band\nI don't like your band\nI don't like your band\nI don't like your band",0
8715,Evol_Intent___Broken_Sword,sad,"'Broken sword  Bathory\nThe Return\nThe Wind Of Mayhem\nPraying to the wind to return\nChant the heat of infernal lightning\nGaze at the sky and its poisoned clouds\nListen for the sound of thunder\n\nNow the tide has changed...\n\nStand on the cliffsedge alone in the night\nMy hair is blowing freely in the Wind\nFell so cold yet my yearn give me heat\nRaise my head to the sky and breath in\nNow the time is right...\n\nIt brings us curse, lust, hate, damnation and death\nWail through darkness and bring evil\nIt squall it screams\nSatanas is present but yet he is unseen\n\nTHE WIND OF MAYHEMYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3695,Blur___Youre_So_Great,sad,"""You’re So Great  [Verse 1]\nSad drunk and poorly\nSleep in really late\nSad drunk and poorly\nNot feeling so great\nWandering lost in a town full of frowns\nSad drunk and poorly\nDogs digging up the ground\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I feel the light in the night and in the day\nAnd I feel the light when the sky's just mud and grey\nAnd I feel the light when you tell me it's okay\n'Cause you're so great and I love you\n[Verse 2]\nDT and coffee\nHelps to start the day\nDT and coffee\nShaking all the way\nCity's alive, a surprise, so am I\nDT and coffee\nGet no sleep today\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I feel the light in the night and in the day\nAnd I feel the light when the sky's just mud and grey\nAnd I feel the light when you tell me it's okay\n'Cause you're so great and I love youYou might also like7",1
4021,Boytronic___You,happy,"""You  You!\nYou are full of wonder\nOf miracles I see\nYou!\nEmotions getting stronger\nWhy don't you feel like me?\n\nI feel it every second\nMy heart becomes your name\nI'm searching for an answer\nWhy don't you feel the same?\nYou!\nLooking for a lover\nA man I want to be\nYou!\nNeed someone to hold on\nWhy don't you look at me?\n\nI feel it every second\nMy heart becomes your name\nI'm searching for an answer\nWhy don't you feel the same?\n\nEverytime I see you\nI feel it's not a game",0
8459,Erasure___My_HeartSo_Blue,sad,"""My Heart... So Blue  [Verse 1: Andy Bell]\nI've got her picture\nIt's there on the wall\nI can't remember why\nI keep it at all\nThe doors are cold and\nAll the windows seem grey\nI write the book\nThere's so much more I should see\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell]\nWave goodbye\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye\nLost for you\n[Verse 2: Andy Bell]\nAnd now it's over\nI write it all down\nNo one to notice\nOne less face in the crowd\nOur eyes are open\nWhen it suits us to see\nDear God in heaven\nShow no mercy to me\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart... so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 3: Andy Bell]\nI shed no tears\nAnd there's no reason for shame\nA small consolation\nHides a stone with her name\nJust a victim\nStill the light shines all bright\nI've got her picture\nThink I'll hold it tonight\nYou might also like[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue\nWave goodbye Wave\nLost for you\n\n[Chorus: Andy Bell, Vince Clarke]\nWave goodbye Wave\nSee my heart so blue...",1
81,A_Perfect_Circle___Peace_Love_and_Understanding,sad,"""What’s So Funny ’Bout Peace Love and Understanding  As I walk on through this wicked world\nSearching for light in the darkness of insanity\nI ask myself, Is all hope lost?\nIs there only pain, and hatred, and misery?\n\nAnd each time I feel like this inside\nThere's one thing I wanna know\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\n\nAnd as I walked on through troubled times\nMy spirit gets so downhearted sometimes\nSo where are the strong?\nAnd who are the trusted?\nAnd where is the harmony?\nSweet harmony\n'Cause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cry\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\n\nSo where are the strong?\nAnd who are the trusted?\nAnd where is the harmony?\nSweet harmony\n\n'Cause each time I feel it slipping away, just makes me wanna cry\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?\nWhat's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?You might also like2",1
5089,Celtic_Woman___Someday,sad,"""Someday  Someday, when we are wiser\nWhen the world's older\nWhen we have learned\nI pray someday we may yet\nLive to live and let live\n\nSomeday, life will be fairer\nNeed will be rarer\nAnd greed will not pay\nGodspeed, this bright millenia\nOn it's way, let it come someday\nSomeday our fight will be won, and\nWe'll stand in the sun, in\nThat bright afternoon\n'Til then, on days when the sun\nIs gone, we'll hang on\nIf we wish upon the moon\n\nThere are some days, dark and bitter\nSeems we haven't got a prayer\nBut a prayer for something better\nIs the one thing we all share\n\nSomeday, when we are wiser\nWhen the whole world is older\nWhen we have love\nAnd I pray someday we may yet\nLive to live and one day, someday\nSomeday life will be fairer\nNeed will be rarer\nAnd greed will not pay\n\nGodspeed this bright millenia\nLet it come\nIf we wish upon the moon\n\nOne day, someday...soonSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",1
807,Alicia_Keys_featuring_Lellow___So_Simple,happy,"""So Simple  [Intro: Lellow]\nIt would be\nIt would be\nIt would be, so simple\n\n[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]\nWhat it is ain't what it was\nWhat should it be, when it comes to you and?\nHow it seems ain't how it is\nThere's been a change\nWhen it comes to me and...\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Alicia Keys]\nOh, baby, you, oh, baby, me\nOh, maybe we\nCan try another day, another way\nAll in my mind\nI'm wonderin' why\nWe cannot find\nWhat was left at the beginning\nIf I could..\n\n[Chorus: Alicia Keys and Lellow]\nMeet you again\nKiss you again\nMiss you again\nIt would be, it would be so simple\n'Cause I would\nLove you again\nHold you again\nNeed you again\nIt would be, it would be...\nCould it be, could it be so simple\n\n[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]\nNow it's hardly simple\nIt's just simply hard\nWhen it comes to you and...\nI find myself not being myself\nJust to avoid\nAll this confrontation with..\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus 2: Alicia Keys]\nOh, baby, you, oh, baby, me\nOh, maybe we\nCan put this armor down and settle down\nOh, it's off track\nThat is a fact\nCan we get it back\nGet it back to the beginning?\nIf I could\n\n[Chorus-Alicia Keys and Lellow]\nMeet you again\nKiss you again\nMiss you again\nIt would be, it would be so simple\n'Cause I would\nLove you again\nHold you again\nNeed you again\nIt would be, it would be...\nCould it be, could it be so simple\n\n[Bridge: Lellow]\nDon't you know that it would be?\nDon't you know that it would be?\nDon't you know that it would be?\nIt would be\nIt would be\nIt, it would be\nIt would be\n[Chorus: Alicia Keys and Lellow]\nMeet you again\nKiss you again\nMiss you again\nIt would be, it would be so simple\nCause I would\nLove you again\nHold you again\nNeed you again\nIt would be, it would be...\nCould it be, it would be so simple\n\n[Spoken Outro: Lellow]\nYeah, we got the up rock\nDo it like this, don't stop, mmm\nYeah, we got it goin' now\nNow it's right on",0
8100,Elliott_Smith___Somebody_That_I_Used_To_Know,calm,"""Somebody That I Used to Know  [Verse 1]\nI had tender feelings that you made hard\nBut it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred\nSo when I go home I'll be happy to go\nYou're just somebody that I used to know\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou don't need my help anymore\nIt's all now to you, there ain't no before\nNow that you're big enough to run your own show\nYou're just somebody that I used to know\n[Verse 3]\nI watched you deal in a dying day\nAnd throw a living past away\nSo you can be sure that you're in control\nYou're just somebody that I used to know\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Verse 4]\nI know you don't think you did me wrong\nAnd I can't stay this mad for long\nKeeping a hold of what you just let go\nYou're just somebody that I used to know\n\n[Outro]You might also like3",2
8669,Evergreen_Terrace___Dear_Live_Journal,anger,"""Dear Live Journal  All eyes must be on you\nIt's a pity you're addicted too\nNow go ahead, manipulate them\nInitiating doubt, a new dynamic found\nBy sharing all your weightless problems\nAll on the outside looking in\nTake this moment to see what you've begun\nDisplay this moment to see what you've become\nDefined by what you sell, those lies packaged well\nBut you know that we can see right through you\nAttention's wearing thin so type it out again\nI hope this all made you happy\nForfeit all of your integrity for a temporary high\nLay it all out for the world to see\nManufacture one more lie",3
6335,Dance_Hall_Crashers___Shelley,happy,"""Shelley  [Verse 1]\nWhy are you listenin'\nTo all the things they tell you every day?\nWhy are you listenin'\nWhat happened to your own mind, anyway?\nWhy are you listenin'\nTo their advice on what to watch and do?\nWhy are you listenin'\nHas your mind been overrun, what do I do?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know how\nThey pulled you fast and buried all the trace of the past\nI don't know how\nYou left so fast, I really hope that this won't last\n[Chorus]\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley\nOh, Shelley listen to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat are you doin'?\nIt's been too long, I'll never even see you\nWhat are you doin'?\nYou're a different girl, but I don't know who\nWhat are you doin'?\nFall asleep and disappear for days\nWhat are you doin'?\nCome back flyin' in a total haze\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't know how\nThey pulled you fast and buried all the trace of the past\nI don't know how\nYou left so fast, I really hope that this won't last\n\n[Chorus]\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley\nOh, Shelley listen to me\nYou might also like[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhat are you thinkin'?\nI suspect you're losin' it for good\nWhat are you thinkin'?\nPromise I would save you if I could\nWhat are you thinkin'?\nI prob'ly don't even wanna know\nWhat are you thinkin'?\nPlease just say goodbye before you go\n\n[Chorus]\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley\nOh, Shelley listen to me\n\n[Bridge]\nShelley, Shelley\nShelley listen to me\nOh Shelley, Shelley\nShelley listen to me\n\n[Chorus]\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley, oh\nOh Shelley\nOh, Shelley listen to me",0
6861,Demon_Hunter___Infected,sad,"""Infected  [Verse 1]\nI still wonder when the medicine will take it's effect\nAnd the injection they made, it's all just left me the same\nIt's hard to concentrate with echoes of your voice in my head\nFrom all you said, I'm still paralyzed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut I'm almost out of breath from saying things that I'll regret, that I'll regret\nMy time is over\nI can't do this alone\nBut I'm almost out of breath from saying things that I'll regret, that I'll regret\nMy time is over\nI can't do this alone\n[Chorus]\nI'm infected with you, pull the plug already\nTell me before I go that you're infected with me\nI'm infected with you, pull the plug already\nTell me before I go that you're infected with me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can't remember if I ever took a minute to say\nThat if it had to be now, I'm glad it had to be me\nI can't recuperate, I'm never going to leave here alive\nJust help me through this\nDon't let me die here\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut I'm almost out of breath from saying things that I'll regret, that I'll regret\nMy time is over\nI can't do this alone\nBut I'm almost out of breath from saying things that I'll regret, that I'll regret\nMy time is over\nI can't do this alone\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm infected with you, pull the plug already\nTell me before I go that you're infected with me\nI'm infected with you, pull the plug already\nTell me before I go that you're infected with me\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI'm killing time just trying to find the words that fall so short of you\nI'm losing sleep, I can't compete, I'm giving up\nI can't do this alone!\nI can't do this alone!\nI can't do, this, alone!\nI can't do this, alone!\nNO!",1
7581,Duffy___Rain_On_Your_Parade,sad,"""Rain on Your Parade  [Verse 1]\nI wish you well\nI hope you survive\nI hope you live, oh baby, so I can watch you cry\nCause I know in time you'll see what you did to me\nAnd you'll come running back\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\n[Verse 2]\nI pity the fools who bathe in you\nCause I know someday now, they'll see your colours too\nAnd if you see a smile, besides my face, no I'm doing good now\nSince you've been erased\nCause I know in time you'll see what you did to me\nAnd you'll come running back\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over you\nI'm gonna rain on your parade\nNo, I won't take it again\nAnd I'll keep raining, raining, raining over youYou might also like1",1
5748,Combichrist___Im_happy_anyway,sad,"""I’m Happy Anyway  I got so much to say\nBut there's no point\nI'll say it anyway\nI'm so tired alone\nIf we are what we eat\nI could be you tomorrow\nThere is a delay in my shadow\nA delay in my mind\nLaying on the floor in a pool of blood\nI can see everything so clear now\nI'm happy anyway 10x\n\nI got so much to say\nBut there's no point\nI'll say it anyway\nI'm so tired alone\nIf we are what we eat\nI could be you tomorrow\n\nI'm happy anyway 11x\n\nAnyway",1
8122,Elton_John___Better_Off_Dead,sad,"'Better Off Dead  [Verse 1]\nThere was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on\nAnd just enough time for the night to pass by without warning\nAway in the distance there\'s a blue flashing light\nSomeone\'s in trouble somewhere tonight\nAs the flickering neon stands ready to fuse\nThe wind blows away all of yesterday\'s news\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, they\'ve locked up their daughters\nAnd they battened the hatches\nThey always could find us but they never could catch us\nThrough the grease-streaked windows of an all-night cafe\nWe watched the arrested get taken away\nAnd that cigarette haze has ecology beat\nAs the whores and the drunks filed in from the street\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause the steam\'s in the boiler, the coal\'s in the fire\nIf you ask how I am then I\'ll just say ""inspired""\nIf the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side\nThen you\'re better off dead if you haven\'t yet died\n\n[Break]\nOoh Ooh\nOoh\nOoh La, la, la\nOoh la, la, la\n\nAh\nAh\nLa-la-la-la-la...\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause the steam\'s in the boiler, the coal\'s in the fire\nIf you ask how I am then I\'ll just say inspired\nIf the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side\nThen you\'re better off dead if you haven\'t yet died\n\n[Outro]\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off dead\nBetter off deadSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7633,EagleEye_Cherry___Permanent_Tears,calm,"""Permanent Tears  On the day of her arrival\nNo one is there to meet her\nSomething of a sad one\nA girl with permanent tears\nBorn without a family\nBorn without a name\nAnd all she ever wanted\nWas to wipe her tears away\n\nWipe her tears away\nAway.........away\nIf someone came to love her\nAnd if someone came to be\nThe one that will protect her\nBe a family\nNow we will see a smile again\nAnd tears like dreams can be\nSomething we will never see\nLost in her memory\n\nWipe her tears away\nAway.........away\nWipe her tears away\nTears away......away......away\n\nShe's something of a tragedy\nStands in the shade of despair\nI want to cast some light onto her world\nA world of permanent tears\nBorn without a family\nBorn without a name\nFree this weeping willow\nFrom drowning in a flood of tears\n\nWipe her tears away\nTears away......away......away REPEAT",2
2775,Ben_Folds___In_Between_Days,happy,"""In Between Days  Yesterday I got so old\nI felt like I could die\nYesterday I got so old\nIt made me wanna cry\n\nSo go on, go on\nJust walk away\nGo on, go on\nThe choice is made\nGo on, go on\nAnd disappear\nGo on, go on\nAway from here\nAnd I know I was wrong when I said it was true\nThat it couldn't be me and be her in between\nWithout you\nWithout you\n\nYesterday I got so scared\nI shivered like a child\nYesterday, away from you\nIt froze me deep inside\n\nWell come back, come back\nNo other way\nCome back, come back\nCome back today\nCome back, come back\nWhy can't you see?\nCome back, come back\nCome back to me\n\nAnd I know I was wrong when I said it was true\nThat it couldn't be me and be her in between\nWithout you\nWithout you\n\nWithout you\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeGo on\n\nWithout you",0
1140,Amy_MacDonald___A_Wish_For_Something_More,calm,"'A Wish for Something More  [Verse 1]\nOh, the sun is shining\nFar too bright\nFor it to still be night\n\nOh, the air feels so cold\nSo cold and old\nHow can it be light?\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, let\'s take a walk outside\nSee the world through each other\'s eyes\nI wish I was your only one\nI think you\'re beautiful\nBut your hair is a mess and your shoes are untied\nBut that\'s what I love best\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I, I wish I was the one, you lonely, lonely son\nAnd you looked at me that way\nI wish for long lingering glances, fairytale romances\nEvery single day\n\nAnd you look at me and say, ""I\'m your best friend every day""\nBut I wish for something, wish for something more\nOh, I love you like a friend, but let\'s not pretend\nHow I wish for something, wish for something more\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow the grass is so green\nBut I can\'t see anything\nPast your eyes\n\nI\'m fixated on your smile\nYour cherry lips make life worthwhile\nI\'m thinking these things what I\'m trying to say\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause life gets in my way\nEvery single day\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I, I wish I was the one, you lonely, lonely son\nAnd you looked at me that way\nI wish for long lingering glances, fairytale romances\nEvery single day\n\nAnd you look at me and say, ""I\'m your best friend every day""\nBut I wish for something, wish for something more\nOh, I love you like a friend, but let\'s not pretend\nHow I wish for something, wish for something more\n\n[Bridge]\nNow the sun is fading, now the rain is coming down\nAnd I\'m looking at your face when you\'re looking at the ground\nI see diamonds in your dreams, I see pearls around your neck\nI see everything that\'s beautiful, oh, everything that\'s beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nI, I wish I was the one, you lonely, lonely son\nAnd you looked at me that way\nI wish for long lingering glances, fairytale romances\nEvery single day\n\nAnd you look at me and say, ""I\'m your best friend every day""\nBut I wish for something, wish for something more\nOh, I love you like a friend, but let\'s not pretend\nHow I wish for something, wish for something moreEmbed', 'default'",2
4218,Brett_Dennen___Darlin_Do_Not_Fear,calm,"""Darlin’ Do Not Fear  When I arrived in my own set of clothes\nI was half a world away from my home\nAnd I was hunted by the wolves and I was heckled by the crows\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nAlongside my innocence I laid in bed awake\nConflicted in these chains with the impetus of age\nBut like a phantom she crept across the floor and out the window\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nFrom this place on the mantle my heart was taken down\nScattered in a thousand little pieces on the ground\nAnd out below the streetlamp like an orphan with a halo\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n'Cause it won't last - the worries will pass\nAll your troubles they don't stand a chance\nAnd sometimes it takes more than a lifetime to know\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nThe confidence is full with your faith etched in stone\nAnd I let clean comfort you from the wild unknown\nSo bury your burning hatred like a hatchet in snow\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nIf you have a broken heart or a battered soul\nFind something to hold on to or to let go\nTo help you through the hard nights like a flask filled with hope\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\n'Cause it won't last - your worries will pass\nAll your troubles they don't stand a chance\nAnd it always hurts the worst when it's the ones we love the most\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nSometimes your path is marked in the sky\nSometimes you're forced to fit in between the lines\nSometimes all that you can do is say no\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\n\nI said, when I arrived in my own set of clothes\nI was half a world away from my home\nAnd I was hunted by the wolves and I was heckled by the crows\nDarlin' do not fear what you don't really know\nI said, Darlin' do not fear what you don't really know\nWe said, Darlin' do not fear",2
4500,Bryan_Ferry___I_Thought,happy,"'I Thought  I thought you\'d be my \'Streetcar Named Desire\'\nMy way, my taste of wine\nI thought you\'d be that flame within the fire\nOne dream that just won\'t die\nAll night, out looking for new love\nImpossible true love, or nothing at all\nLooking for new gods, looking for new blood\nLooking for you\nI thought I\'d find you walkin\' in the rain\nJust like a wayward child\nI thought I\'d find you calling out my name\nSo foolish is my pride\nAll night, looking for new love\nImpossible true love, or nothing at all\nLooking for new ways, looking for strange love\nI\'m looking for you\nI thought I\'d be your \'Streetcar Named Desire\'\nYour man, the one you seek\nI thought I\'d take you deep within myself\nSubtitles when we speak\nHold on, the flower says, ""Reach out""\nThe thunder says, ""No shout is greater than mine""\nListen and hold on until the day fades out\nSmothered in goldYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5448,Chubby_Checker___The_Hucklebuck,happy,"""The Hucklebuck  Ah here's a dance you should know\nAh baby when the lights are down low\nI say grab your baby then go\n\nIf you don't know how to do it man you're out of luck\nPush ya baby out then you hunch her back\nStart a little movement in your sacrolliac\nWiggle like a stick wobble like a duck\nThat's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck\n\nOh - Workout\nAh here's a dance you should know\nAh baby when the lights are down low\nAh won't ya grab ya baby then go\nA little bit of Twist a little bit of this\nAnd if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis\nPush your partner out then you hunch her back\nStart a little movement in your sacrolliac\nWiggle like a stick wobble like a duck\nThat's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck\n\nOh - Move\n\nA little bit of Twist a little bit of this\nAnd if you don't know how to do it ask my little sis\nPush your partner out then you hunch her back\nStart a little movement in your sacrolliac\nWiggle like a stick wobble like a duck\nThat's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck\n\nHere's a dance you should know\nYa ya ya ya when when the lights are down...",0
4078,Brand_New___Sowing_Season_Yeah,sad,"""Sowing Season Yeah  [Verse 1]\nWas losing all my friends\nWas losing them to drinking and to driving\nWas losing all my friends, but I got them back\nI am on the mend\nAt least now I can say that I am trying\nAnd I hope you will forget things I still lack\n\n[Hook]\nYeah\nYeah\n[Verse 2]\nIs it in you now\nTo bear to hear the truth that you have spoken?\nTwisted up by knaves\nTo make a trap for fools\nIs it in you now\nTo watch the things you gave your life to broken?\nAnd stoop and build them up with worn out tools\n\n[Hook]\nYeah!\nYeah!\nYeah, yeah!\nYeah!\n\n[Verse 3]\nNothing gets so bad\nA whisper from your father couldn't fix it\nYour whisper's like a bridge, it's a river span\nTake all that you have\nAnd turn it into something you would miss if\nSomebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans\n\n[Hook]\nYeah!\nYeah!\nYeah, yeah!\nYeah!\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nTime to get the seeds into the cold ground\nIt takes a while to grow anything\nBefore it's coming to an end, yeah\nBefore you put my body in the cold ground\nTake some time to warm it with your hand\nBefore it's coming to an end, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's coming to an end, yeah\nIt's coming to an end, yeah\n\n[Verse 4]\nDo you miss the blend?\nColors she left in your black and white field?\nDo you feel condemned just for being there?\nI am not your friend!\nI am just a man who knows how to feel\nI am not your friend!\nI'm not your lover!\nI'm not your family!\n\n[Hook]\nYeah!\nYeah!\nYeah, yeah!\nYeah!\n[Post-Chorus]\nTime to get the seeds into the cold ground\nIt takes a while to grow anything\nBefore it's coming to an end, yeah!13",1
7984,Eliza_Carthy___Worcester_City,sad,"'Worcester City  In Worcester City there lived a damsel\nAnd now the truth to you I\'ll tell;\nShe by her servantman was courted\nWho often told her he loved her well\n\nShe loved him true, but at a distance;\nHe did not think to be very fond\n""Now for your convict and in constant lovers\nI pray you\'ll end your sweet tender love.""\n\nBy a young master, this fair young damsel\nWas invited to a ball, you know\nThis wicked young man he followed after\nAnd soon prepared for her overthrow\nAs she was dancing all with another\nJealousy it filled his mind;\nThen to destroy his own true lover\nThis wicked young man he was inclined\n\nOh, quickly he prepared some poison\nHe mixed it with a glass of wine\nAnd gave it to his own true lover;\nShe drank it with a most fearful mind\n\nA little after this fair young damsel\n""Now take me home, my dear,"" said she\n""For the liquor that you have lately gave me\nHas made me very ill indeed.""\n\nAs they was walking along together\nHe then unto her did say\n""I gave you poison all in your liquor\nAll for to take your sweet life away.""\n\n""And I have drunk of the same, my jewel\nI hope to die as well as thee.""\nSo in each other\'s arms they died;\nAnd young men, beware of jealousyYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
4759,Camera_Obscura___Houseboat,sad,"""Houseboat  [Whisper] One, two, three, four\n\nTook a trip on a houseboat, it was fun, you and me\nI know you're really in love with him, are you up to your knees?\nOh, I'm always in decline, always changing my lines\nAlways changing my mind to be a friend is fine\nI won't go sinking this houseboat, it's so hard to believe\nHe made you smile so easy, so make a smile for me\nWill I always be denied, I thought about it last night\nCould we baby, honey try to put it right this time?\nOh, how I've wanted to change\nLet you take me home, let you rearrange\nTo find opportunity\nYou should give yourself to me\nYou should give yourself to me\n\nOh, how I've wanted to change\nLet you take me home, let you rearrange\nTo find opportunity\nYou should give yourself to me\nYou should give yourself to me",1
3899,Boney_M___I_Feel_Good,happy,"""I Feel Good  What a beautiful morning\nJust to wake up beside you\nIs something I've missed for so long\nI'm so glad that you came back home\n\nBaby let me tell you\nHow my days slipped away\nAnd how I was afraid of the night\nBut now I'm alright\n\nI feel good\nFeeling like a lover should\nWhat else can I say\nWon't forget the day\nYou came back to stay\nI feel so good I feel good, I feel good, I feel good\nFinally we understood\nYou and me were meant\nTrue lovers from the start\nWe can never part\nOur love is grown stronger\nMore than any temptation\nIn this world could possibly be\nThere's no doubt 'cause it's plain to see\n\nI feel good\nFeeling like a lover should\nWhat else can I say\nWon't forget the day\nYou came back to stay\nI feel so good I feel good, I feel good, I feel good\nFinally we understood\nYou and me were meant\nTrue lovers from the start\nWe can never part\n\nI feel good\nFeeling like a lover should\nWhat else can I say\nWon't forget the day\nYou came back to stay\nI feel so good I feel good, I feel good, I feel good\nFinally we understood\nYou and me...",0
3848,Bon_Iver___Blood_Bank,sad,"'Blood Bank  [Verse 1]\nWell, I met you at the blood bank\nWe were looking at the bags\nWondering if any of the colors\nMatched any of the names we knew on the tags\nYou said ""See, look it, that\'s yours\nStacked on top with your brother\'s\nSee how they resemble one another\'s\nEven in their plastic little covers?""\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I said I know it well\nThat secret that you know\nThat you don\'t know how to tell\nIt fucks with your honor\nAnd it teases your head\nBut you know that it\'s good, girl\n\'Cause it\'s running you with red\n[Verse 2]\nThen the snow started falling\nWe were stuck out in your car\nYou were rubbing both my hands\nChewing on a candy bar\nYou said ""Ain\'t this just like the present\nTo be showing up like this?""\nAs the moon waned to crescent\nWe started to kiss\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I said I know it well\nThat secret that we know\nThat we don\'t know how to tell\nI\'m in love with your honor\nI\'m in love with your cheeks\nWhat\'s that noise up the stairs, babe?\nIs that Christmas morning creaks?\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I know it well\nI know it well\nAnd I know it well\nI know it well\nAnd I know it well\nI know it well\nAnd I know it well\nI know it wellSee Bon Iver LiveGet tickets as low as $101You might also like30Embed', 'default'",1
2882,Benjamin_Gibbard___You_Remind_Me_of_Home,happy,"""You Remind Me Of Home  1, 2, 3, 4\n\nYou remind me of home\nThe paint cracks when the water leaks\nFrom the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet\nYou remind me of home\nThe heaters warm, that fills the room\nWith a potpouri of dust and gas fumes\n\nYou remind me of home\nA broken bed, with dirty sheets\nThat creaks when i am shifting in my sleep\nYou remind me of home\nIn a suburban town, with nothing to do\nPatiently waiting for something to happen\nBut the foundation is crumbling\nBecoming one with the ground\nWhile you lay there in slumber\nYou're wasting your life\nWasting your life\nYou're wasting your life\nWasting your life\nYou're wasting you're life\nWasting your life\nYou're wasting your life\nWasting your life\nWasting your life\nWasting your life\n\nYou remind me of home\nSitting on a thrift store couch\nI'm trying to get this all down",0
5043,Cathedral___Ebony_Tears,sad,"""Ebony Tears  [Verse 1]\nTogether we have discovered\nThe languid fatigue of love\nInterrogated all our beauty\nWe've turned each other inside out\n\n[Chorus]\nDrowning in\nEbony tears\n\n[Verse 2]\nLong face of cheerlessness\nThe only bonding we share\nEnlightened by degradation\nThe only pleasure is pain\n[Chorus]\nDrowning in\nEbony tears\n\n[Verse 3]\nEmbedded in our resentment\nLay the keys to disengage\nStill we burn in persecution\nFor the punishment of possessiveness\n\n[Chorus]\nDrowning in\nEbony tears",1
6300,Damien_Rice___9_Crimes,sad,"""9 Crimes  [Verse: Lisa Hannigan]\nLeave me out with the waste\nThis is not what I do\nIt's the wrong kind of place\nTo be thinking of you\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Lisa Hannigan]\nIt's the wrong time\nFor somebody new\nIt's a small crime\nAnd I got no excuse\n[Refrain: Lisa Hannigan]\nAnd is that all right, yeah?\nGive my gun away when it's loaded\nThat all right, yeah?\nIf you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?\nThat all right, yeah?\nGive my gun away when it's loaded\nThat all right, yeah, with you?\n\n[Verse: Damien Rice]\nLeave me out with the waste\nThis is not what I do\nIt's the wrong kind of place\nTo be cheating on you\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Damien Rice]\nIt's the wrong time\nShe's pulling me through\nIt's a small crime\nAnd I got no excuse\n\n[Refrain: Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan]\nAnd is that all right, yeah?\nTo give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right, yeah?\nIf you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right, yeah?\nIf I give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right?\nThat all right with you?\nYou might also like[Refrain: Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan]\nThat all right, yeah?\nIf I give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right, yeah?\nYou don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right, yeah?\nIf I give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right with you?\nIs that all right?\nIs that all right with you?\n\n[Refrain: Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan]\nAnd is that all right, yeah?\nTo give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right, yeah?\nYou don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?\nIs that all right, yeah?\nTo give my gun away when it's loaded\nIs that all right? Is that all right?\nIs that all right with you? No28",1
889,All_Girl_Summer_Fun_Band___Grizzly_Bear,happy,"""Grizzly Bear  We all know that you can't always get what you want\nBut if you know exactly what you want\nYou can always go and tell Chris, say\n\nHey, Chris, will you buy me a grizzly bear\nI really want a grizzly bear\nWe could roll on the ground\nAnd I'd let him mess up my hair\n\nOr if not then a puppy dog\nYeah, I'd like a puppy dog\nWe could run in the yard\nAnd I'd let him run like a dog\nWe all know that you can't always do what you feel\nBut if you know exactly how you feel\nYou can always come and tell me, say\n\nHey, Kim, I'm kind of feeling like a grizzly bear\nYeah, I feel like a grizzly bear\nI wanna roll on the ground\nAnd I want to mess up your hair\n\n'Cause I'm feeling like a puppy dog\nYeah, I feel like a puppy dog\nI wanna run in the yard\nAnd I want to run like a dog",0
1500,Anouk___R_U_Kiddin_Me,happy,"""R U Kiddin’ Me  Sure got my piece of heaven\nAn angel in disguise\nGone wild\n\nBut i thought you were a man\nWho knew right from wrong\nThat's why i really don't understand\nWhy he's with her\n\nIt's killing me\nWhat has she got that i don't have\nIs it the way she looks at you\nLaughs with you, can she\nDoes she make you beg for more\nThis is hurting\nWhat has she got that i don't have\nI tried to call him\nAnytime anywhere\nBut he's never there\n\nSo i went to his place\nAnd waited all day\nSo he would explain it to me\nAnd this is what he said:\n\nThere is nothing left to say\nI had my fill, i went away\nYour crying eyes won't change a thing\nIt was just a fling\n\nWell how could an angel break my heart\nHe said: we could still be friends\n\nAre you kidding me\nWhat has she got that i don't have\nIs it the way she looks at you\nTalks to you, can she\nDoes she make you beg for more\nThis is hurting\nWhat has she got that i don't have\n\nBut twice every year\nWhen he's in tears\nWhen he loses his mind\nAnd can't help but cry\nHe'll call me and then\nI am better than, i am",0
6202,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Two_Step,happy,"""Two Step  [Verse 1]\nSay, my love, I came to you with best intention\nYou laid down to give to me just what I'm seeking\nSay love, you drive me to distraction\nOh my love do you believe that we might last\nA thousand years, or more if not for this\nOur flesh and blood, it ties you and me right up\nTie me down, ah well\n\n[Chorus]\nCelebrate we will\nBecause life is short but sweet for certain\nHey\nWe're climbing two by two\nTo be sure these days continue\nThings we cannot change\nChange\nWhy would I want to change it\nChange\n\n[Verse 3]\nHey, my love, you came to me like\nWine comes to this mouth\nGrown tired of water all the time\nYou quench my heart and, oh, you\nQuench my mind\n\n[Chorus]\nCelebrate we will\nBecause life is short but sweet for certain\nHey\nWe're climbing two by two\nTo be sure these days continue\nThings we can\n\n[Bridge]\nCelebrate, oh, you and me girl\nClimb onto my\nClimb onto my\nTwo, to be sure\nThese days continue\nThings we cannot change\nChange\nChange\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Verse 3]\nOh, my love I came to you\nWith best intention\nYou laid down to give to me\nJust what I'm seeking\nSay love, watch me celebrate together\nCelebrate we will\nCause life is short\nBut sweet for certain\nWe're climbing two by two\nTo be sure these days continue\nThings we cannot change\n\nCelebrate together\nOh ho\nClimbing two by two\nClimbing two by two\nCelebrate these days come  two\nThings we cannot change\n\n[Outro]\n[  are mostly indiscernible]\n[?] we go\n[?] I took it all, I took it all\nWoman I took it all\n[?] our love\n[?]\n[?]5",0
4888,Carpenters___Ticket_To_Ride,happy,"""Ticket To Ride  I think I'm going to be sad\nI think it's today, yeah\nThe boy that's driving me mad\nIs going away\n\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nAnd he don't care\n\nHe said that living with me\nWas bringing him down, yeah\nHe would never be free\nWhen I was around\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nAnd he don't care\n\nDon't know why he's riding so high\nHe ought to do right, he ought to do right by me\n'Fore he gets to saying goodbye\nHe ought to do right, he ought to do right by me\n\nI think I'm going to be sad\nI think it's today, yeah\nThe boy that's driving me mad\nIs going away\n\nOh, he's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nHe's got a ticket to ride\nAnd he don't care, don't care\n\nThink I'm going to be sad\nThink I'm going to be sad\nThink I'm going to be sad\nThink I'm going to be sad\nThink I'm going to be sad\nThink I'm going to be sad",0
698,Alexz_Johnson___White_Lines,calm,"""White Lines  I tried to tell you\nI've got to get away\nI tried to say\nI need my space\nI got to get some\nDistance in between\nMy heart and my head\n\nI'm on the razor's edge\nI've been here before\nI know the way\nWhite lines\nAnd headlights in my eyes\nWhite lines\nI'm ready to drive all night\nWhite lines\nHow many 'till I'm in your arms\nWhite lines\nWill bring me home\n\nI held you in\nMy arms last night\nI dreamed we were\nRiding on a star\nI kissed you and\nThe sun began to shine\nIn dreams I can do anything\n\nIt seems like I'm on my own\nIt feels like I'm losing it all\n\nWhite lines\nAnd headlights in my eyes\nWhite lines\nI'm ready to drive all night\nWhite lines\nHow many 'till I'm in your arms\nWhite lines\nWill bring me\nYou might also likeSeems like I've been here before\nI know the way\nSeems like I've been on my own\nSo long\nSo long\n\nWhite lines\nAnd headlights in my eyes\nWhite lines\nI'm ready to drive all night\nWhite lines\nHow many 'till I'm in your arms\nWhite lines\nWill bring me home",2
6396,Danzig___Devils_Plaything,sad,"""Devil’s Plaything  [Verse 1]\nLove is a flame\nA devil's thing\nA violent storm\nAbout to be born\nJust look in these eyes\nSee all the lies\nAll these things you see\nYou cannot deny\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd this flame\nThat burns inside\nIf you get too close\nBurn you alive\nJust look in these eyes\nAnd see if they lie\nAll these words I speak\nYou cannot deny\n[Verse 3]\nGot a light\nShines on me\nGentle light\nIt will never be\nSee the flame\nIn my hand\nIf you're playing with fire\nYou're playing in Hell\n\n[Chorus]\nDevil's plaything\nIn my hands\nIf you don't want pain\nYou don't understand\nGot a light\nShines on me\nIf you wanna touch flames\nCome unto me\n\n[Verse 4]\nGot a flame\nBurns inside\nIf you don't wanna burn\nJust walk on by\nAnd the pain\nYou're feeling now\nIs nothing compared\nTo the pleasures I hide\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nDevil's plaything\nIn my hands\nIf you don't want pain\nYou don't understand\nGot a light\nShines on me\nIf you wanna touch flames\nCome unto me\n\n[Verse 5]\nGot a flame\nIn my hand\nIf you don't want a fire\nStep out of my light\nWalk on by\nJust look away\n'Cause if you're on my path\nYou're better off dead\n\n[Chorus]\nDevil's plaything\nIn my hands\nIf you don't want pain\nYou don't understand\nGot a light\nShines on me\nIf you wanna touch flames\nThen Come unto me5",1
4586,Busta_Rhymes_feat_Kelis___What_It_Is,happy,"""What It Is  [Intro: Busta Rhymes]\nYeah.. Flipmode.. Violator..\nNeptunes nigga\nWhat you want nigga, yeah\nWhat you want bitches\nKeep it goin, c'mon\nKeep it goin, c'mon\nKeep it goin, c'mon\nC'mon, yeh yeah\n\n[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]\nC'mon - who be the father to this?\nBounce right here niggas be followin this\nModelin bitches be frontin and be swallowin this\nCarry on and yellin, screamin, be hollerin this\nFlipmode co-signed to be the sponsor for this\nWhat? To conquer this you need to march on for this\nWhat? Ha, bitches just shake it and wiggle\nAnd start to bake and just giggle\nAnd then get naked a little and shit\nSweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit\nNiggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit\nYeah you buggin on how we be doin it to ya\nHit y'all niggas with shit just like bullets was travelin through ya\nNow, from right to left with a capital F\nSo we gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath\nDrinkin and buggin and fuckin with them hoes again\nBut it's nothin cuz y'all niggas KNOW we 'bout to blow again\n[Hook: Kelis Busta Rhymes]\nBusta, what it is right now Yeah\nBusta, what it is right now Eh-heh, eh-heh\nBusta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh\nBusta, what it is right now What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh\nBusta, what it is right now Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh\nBusta, what it is right now Yeah, what-chu...\nBusta, what it is right now What you want now\nBusta, what it is right now Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon\n\n[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]\nLet me show you what it is right now\nLet me... step up and handle my biz right now\nNiggas don't even know what it is right now\nGot 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now\nSo let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...\nBubbly startin to fizz right now\nAyo, fuck it shit is feeling kinda big right now\nGot 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass\nShoulda seen what shorty did right now\nGot me stuck on just takin her back to my crib right now\nC'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place\nWhy shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face\nWoooohh! So what you got right now\nCuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now\nNigga we hot right now, all you other niggas move your shit over\nBecause we comin take your slot right now\nYou might also like[Hook: Kelis Busta Rhymes]\n\n[Bridge: Kelis Both]\nThis be the beat to rock for the street\nMore hot shit we givin you more heat\nFeelin that bounce, bangin the concrete\nBangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep\nFlipmode Squad, two thousand and one\nWave your hands and rep where you from\nWe keepin it street cuz that's how we live\nIt's what it is baby, it's what it is baby\n\n[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]\nC'mon\nSee what it is is that we smokin got you open my nigga\nRippin til the very last word is spoken my nigga\nThink we jokin we be makin niggas soakin they clothes\nWhile niggas is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes\nBitches is runnin and wildin scopin niggas wit dough\nWhile we keepin niggas chokin like we smokin the 'dro\nHeh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus\nCuz that's what we love to do muh'fuckas, c'mon\n\n[Hook: Kelis Busta Rhymes]\n\n[Outro: Busta Rhymes]\nFlipmode nigga, c'mon\nViolator muh'fucka, c'mon\nWe got Kelis muh'fucka, c'mon\nNeptunes muh'fucka, c'mon, yeah\nBus-A-Bus muh'fucka, c'mon , yeah\nEverybody in the spot, c'mon, yeah\nWhat it is right now, c'mon\nBus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon\nBus'll tell ya what it is right now, c'mon\n2001 hot shit, c'mon\nHot shit, hot shit, hot shit, c'mon1",0
5490,City_And_Colour___What_Makes_a_Man,sad,"""What Makes a Man?  I can hear my train comin'\nIt's a lonesome and distant cry\nI can hear my train comin'\nNow I'm runnin' for my life\nWhat makes a man walk away from his mind?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\n\nI can feel the wind blowin'\nIt's sending shivers down my spine\nI can feel the wind blowin'\nIt shakes the trees and the power lines\nWhat makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh\n\nI can see the sun settin'\nIt's casting shadows on the sea\nI can see the sun, it's setting\nIt's getting colder, starting to freeze\nWhat makes a man want to break a heart with ease?\nI think I know\nI think I might know\n\nI think I might know\nI think I might know, oh oh\n\nWell I can hear my train comin'\nLooks like time is not on my side\nWell I can hear my train comin'\nI'm still runnin' for my life\nWhat makes a man pray, when he's about to die?\nI think I know\nI think I might knowSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like4",1
3851,Bon_Iver___For_Emma,calm,"""For Emma  [Verse 1]\nSo apropos\nSaw death on a sunny snow\n\n[Chorus]\nFor every life\nForgo the parable\nSeek the light\nMy knees are cold\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nRunning home, running home\nRunning home, running home\n[Verse 2]\nGo find another lover\nTo bring a\nTo string along\n\n[Chorus]\nWith all your lies\nYou're still very lovable\nI toured the light\nSo many foreign roads\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nFor Emma, forever agoSee Bon Iver LiveGet tickets as low as $101You might also like38",2
6407,Danzig___Not_Of_This_World,sad,"""Not of This World  [Intro]\nNot of this world\nAnd nothing bites like I do\nNothing screams out loud\nIn this empty night\nNothing can keep me from you\n\n[Verse 1]\nAnd you think that you know\nThe reason I'm alive\nTruth is you only\nKnow the lies\nNot of this world\nAnd nothing can hold it back\nI am the dawn upon your bloody beach\nCome to pass\n[Chorus]\nNot of this world\nFor I am nothing known\nWhen the seasons shift\nThey call my name\nTo carry me home\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd you think that you know\nThe reason I'm alive\nTruth is you only know the lies\nAnd I feel all the things\nYou could never understand\nChoose where you stand\nAm I mortal? Are you...\nMan!\nYea!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNot of this world\nNothing bites like I do\nNothing screams out loud\nIn this empty night\nNothing can keep me from you\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nChoose where you stand\nAm I mortal? Are you...\nMan!\nYea!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nNot of this world\nFor I am nothing known\nWhen the seasons shift\nThey call my name\nTo carry me home2",1
2450,Baroness___Steel_That_Sleeps_the_Eye,sad,"""Steel That Sleeps the Eye  Steel that sleeps with the morningstar\nWould that I could sin once more\n\nBlades will sing over stone and field\nThat their song might grace our fall\n\nPallid limbs in the raven's thrall\nFracture sulphur honey skin\n\nWaves are screaming abraxan hymns\nSo that shoreline virgins cry\nReel in place\n'Til the bastards take me away\nSober taste of the eye\n\nSteel that sleeps the eye x4You might also like1",1
2174,Avant___Separated,sad,"""Separated  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nListen, babe\n\nEvery time I see you, girl, I get a bad vibe\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nJust thinking of someone else in between your thighs\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nAnd you thought you were slick, had tricks up your sleeve\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nBut I'm sick of your stupid ass and I know you're tired of me\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.\nThat's why I say\nAnd when we were together\nWe never turned our backs on each other\nOh, but now\nBut now that we're separated\nWe can't stand one another\n\nI don't wanna be with you\nPut that on everything I own\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nI can't believe I stayed around that damn long\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm\nIf I never see you again, I won't be mad at all\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm. No, no\n'Cause I believe that you're my downfall\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.\nYou did me wrong\n\nYou did me wrong\nI thought you were true.  Yeah.\nYou ran out of my life and now I'm so through with you\nI wanted you to be there, right here with me\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n\nAnd when we were together\nWe never turned our backs on each other\nOh, but now\nBut now that we're separated\nWe can't stand one another. Baby, tell me why\nWhy, why, why, why?  And when we were together,\nWe never turned our backs on each other.\nOh, oooh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nBut now that we're separated\nWe can't stand one another. It's really over, baby, 'cause you did me wrong\nYou might also likeYou did me wrong\nI thought you were true.  Oh, oh, oh.\nYou ran out of my life and now I'm so through with you\n\nI remember when you used to sit there\nI would hold you in my arms and you would say to me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah.\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI used to rub your body and you would say to me\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah.\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.\nWhen we were together, you'd say\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah.\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm. I can hear your body say\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Sounds so good to me\nMmmm, hmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.\nOooh, yeah.  Oooh, yeah, yeah\n\nAnd when we were together, When we're together, baby\nWe never turned our backs on each other.\nWe never turned our backs around\nBut now that we're separated, Oh yeah\nWe can't stand one another. Oh, oooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nAnd when we were together, Oh baby, baby\nWe never turned our backs on each other. But now\nBut now that we're separated\nWe can't stand one another\nSay it again.  And when we were together,\nWe never turned our backs on each other\nOh, but now\nBut now that we're separated...4",1
966,Alter_Bridge___Broken_Wings,sad,"""Broken Wings  [Verse 1]\nFight the fight alone\nWhen the world is full of victims\nDims a fading light in our souls\n\nLeave the peace alone\nHow we all are slowly changing\nDims a fading light in our souls\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIn my opinion, seeing is to know\nThe things we hold are always first to go\nAnd who's to say we won't end up alone?\n[Chorus]\nOn broken wings I'm falling\nAnd it won't be long\nThe skin on me is burning\nBy the fires of the sun\nOn skinned knees, I'm bleeding\nAnd it won't be long\nI've got to find that meaning\nI'll search for so long\n\n[Verse 2]\nCry ourselves to sleep\nWe will sleep alone forever\nWill you lay me down in the same place with all I love\n\nMend the broken homes\nCare for them they are our brothers\nSave the fading light in our souls\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIn my opinion seeing is to know\nWhat you give will always carry you\nAnd who's to say we won't survive it too?\n\n[Chorus]\nOn broken wings I'm falling\nAnd it won't be long\nThe skin on me is burning\nBy the fires of the sun\nOn skinned knees, I'm bleeding\nAnd it won't be long\nI've got to find that meaning\nI'll search for so long\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSet afree all\nRelying on their will\nTo make me all that I am\nAnd all I'll be\n\nSet afree all\nWill fall between the cracks\nWith memories of all that I am\nAnd I'll that I'll be\n\n[Chorus]\nOn broken wings I'm falling\nAnd it won't be long\nThe skin on me is burning\nBy the fires of the sun\nOn skinned knees, I'm bleeding\nAnd it won't be long\nI've got to find that meaning\nI'll search for so long7",1
6212,DEATH_ANGEL___Stagnant,happy,"""Stagnant  I need someone to live for\nSomething to die for\nBecause this crazy life\nIs getting to me\nDon't want to play the part\nOf a man with a broken heart\nSomebody help me find a way\nTo release the aggression inside\n\nIt's so cold in this lonely room\nSitting around thinking of you\nAnd I'm alone just talking to myself\nTrying to find the answer but to no avail\nNever moving\nNever changing\n\nBlank stares at the blank walls\nDrill a deep hole in my empty soul\n\nNever moving\nNever changing\n\nLife is just a game they say\nAnd what if I don't want to play no more\nSuch a high price to pay\nCome inside or get away from that door\n\nWe've got to make a change\nWe got to rearrange\nBecause this stagnant life\nIs getting to me\nLike a river must flow\nIt's time to let myself go\nNobody made me choose the life\nI chose to live anyway\n\nForever moving\nForever changing\nYou might also likeBlank stares at the blank walls\nDrill a deep hole in my empty soul\n\nForever moving\nForever changing",0
7598,Duran_Duran___Save_A_Prayer,sad,"""Save a Prayer  [Verse 1]\nYou saw me standing by the wall\nCorner of a main street\nAnd the lights are flashing on your window sill\nAll alone ain't much fun\nSo you're looking for the thrill\nAnd you know just what it takes\nAnd where to go\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\nNo, don't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\n[Verse 2]\nFeel the breeze deep on the inside\nLook you down into your well Do-do-do-do-do\nIf you can, you'll see the world in all his fire Do-do-do-do-do\nTake a chance like all dreamers\nYou can't find another way Do-do-do-do-do\nYou don't have to dream it all\nJust live a day Do-do-do-do-do\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\nNo, don't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\n\n[Verse 3]\nPretty looking road\nI try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin Do-do-do-do-do\nDon't ask me why, I'll keep my promise\nMelt the ice Do-do-do-do-do\nAnd you wanted to dance\nSo I asked you to dance\nBut fear is in your soul Do-do-do-do-do\nSome people call it a one-night stand\nBut we can call it paradise Do-do-do-do-do\nSee Duran Duran LiveGet tickets as low as $102You might also like[Chorus]\nDon't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\nNo, don't say a prayer for me now\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\nSave it 'til the morning after\n\n[Bridge]\nDo-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do, do-do\n\n[Outro]\nSave a prayer 'til the morning after\nSave a prayer 'til the morning after\nSave a prayer 'til the morning after\nSave a prayer 'til the morning after11",1
859,Alison_Moyet___This_House,calm,"""This House  Whose sticky hands are these\nAnd what is this empty place\nI could be happily lost\nBut for your face\nHere stands an empty house\nThat used to be full of life\nNow it's home for no one\nAnd his wife\nIt's a hovel and\n\nWho\nWho can take your place\nI can't face another day\nAnd\nWho\nWho will shelter me\nIt's cold in here\nCover me\nUnder these fingertips\nA strange body rolls and dips\nI close my eyes\nAnd you're here again\nLater as day descends\nI'll shout from my window\nTo anyone listening\nI'm losing\n\nWho\nWho can take your place\nI can't face another day\nAnd\nWho\nWho will shelter me\nIt's cold in here\nCover me\n\nOh, in a plague of hateful questioning\nTap dancing every syllable from ear to ear\nI hear the din of lovers jousting\nWhen I'm hiding with my head to the wall\nSo\n\nWho\nWho will shelter me\nIt's cold in here",2
9142,First_Class___Beach_Baby,happy,"""Beach Baby  [Verse 1]\nDo you remember back in old L.A. Oh-oh-oh\nWhen everybody drove a Chevrolet? Oh-oh-oh\nWhatever happened to the boy next door?\nThe sun-tanned, crew-cut, all-American male\n\n[Verse 2]\nRemember dancing at the high school hop? Oh-oh-oh\nThe dress I ruined with the soda pop? Oh-oh-oh\nI didn't recognize the girl next door\nThe beat up sneakers and the ponytail\n[Chorus]\nBeach baby, beach baby, give me your hand\nGive me something that I can remember\nJust like before, we can walk by the shore in the moonlight\nBeach baby, beach baby, there on the sand\nFrom July to the end of September\nSurfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day\n\n[Bridge]\nMmm, I never thought that it would end Ooh, ooh\nMmm, and I was everybody's friend Ooh, ooh\nLong hot days, blue sea haze\nJukebox plays, but now it's fading away\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe couldn't wait for graduation day Oh-oh, no\nWe took the car and drove to San José Oh-oh-oh\nThat's where you told me that you'd wear my ring\nI guess you don't remember anything\n\n[Chorus]\nBeach baby, beach baby, give me your hand\nGive me something that I can remember\nJust like before, we can walk by the shore in the moonlight\nBeach baby, beach baby, there on the sand\nFrom July to the end of September\nSurfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day\nYou might also like[Outro]\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby\nBeach baby, beach baby, do-do, do-do, do-do\nBeach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby...",0
935,Allister___Scratch,happy,"""Scratch  I've been sitting here for hours\nI've burned an image of you in my mind\nFinding comfort in the words you say\nBut it's not the same\n\nI know you're worth the wait\nAnd I can't explain\nWhat I know is true inside\nBut I would turn away the world\nJust to have you here with me tonight\nWe can take our time\nMaking sure that everything feels right\nIt won't be easy but I'm not afraid\nYou're so far away\nWe made our start from scratch\nIt's now or never but we can't look back\nI need you with me for another day\nYou're so far away\n\nI've been sitting here forever\nYour voice is resonating in my mind\nCountless hours with you on the phone\nAnd now I'm not alone\n\nI know you're worth the wait\nAnd I can't escape\nWhat I know is true inside\nBut I would turn away the world\nJust to have you here with me tonight\n\nWe can take our time\nMaking sure that everything feels right\nIt won't be easy but I'm not afraid\nYou're so far away\nWe made our start from scratch\nIt's now or never but we can't look back\nI need you with me for another day\nYou're so far away, Yeah far away\nYou might also likeI know there's no time left for second chances\nStill we're right despite these circumstances\nYou've changed me more than you could ever know\nSo we will just hang on until tomorrow\nSo take my hand, don't ever let it go\nThis time is right\n\nWe can take our time\nMaking sure that everything feels right\nIt won't be easy but I'm not afraid\nYou're so far away ... Yeah far away",0
9307,Foetus___Time_Marches_On,sad,"""Time Marches On  Time marches on\nBlink then it's gone\nMake no mistake\nIt's vanishing\n\nThe clocks are overwound\nThe bells don't make a sound\nThey used to toll for me\nI guess my time is now\n\nYou get up and sleep\nAnd go to the bar\nBut how long have I been\nGoing on and on and on\nIt's too late now\nNo turning back\nAtomic clock\nThe skys turn black\n\nNo daylight savings, now\nRegret the time you slept\nIt's one third of your life\nAnd precious minutes left\n\nYou get up and sleep\nAnd go to the bar\nBut how long have I been\nGoing on and on and on\n\nTime marches on\nBlink then it's gone\nMake no mistake\nTo Babylon\n\nNo daylight savings, now\nRegret the time you slept\nIt's one third of your life\nAnd precious minutes left\n\nIt's closing time\nAbout to crash\nBut how long have I been\nGoing on and on and on\nYou might also likeAnd on and on and on\nAnd on and on and on\nAnd on and on and on and on and on",1
8486,Eric_Donaldson___Cherry_Oh_Baby,calm,"""Cherry Oh Baby  [Verse 1]\nOh Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby\nDon't you know I'm in need of thee?\nIf you don't believe, it's true\nWhat have you left for me to do?\nLook how long I've been waiting\nFor you to come right in\nAnd now that we are together\nPlease make all my joys come over\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa-oh-oh-oh oh oh oh oy\nWhoa-oh-oh-oh oh oh oh oy\nYea-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay\nYea-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay\n[Verse 2]\nOh Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby\nDon't you see I'm in love with you?\nIf you don't believe I do\nThen why don't you try me?\nI will never let you down\nI will never make you wear no frown\nIf you say that you love me madly\nWell babe I will accept you gladly\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa-oh-oh-oh oh oh oh oy\nWhoa-oh-oh-oh oh oh oh oy\nYea-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay\nYea-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh Cherry, oh Cherry, oh baby\nDon't you see I'm in love with you?\nIf you don't believe I do\nThen why don't you try me?\nI will never let you down\nI will never make you wear no frown\nIf you say that you love me madly\nWell babe I will accept you gladly\nYou might also like[Outro]\nOh-oh-oh-oh oh oh oh oy\nYea-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay1",2
1755,Arch_Enemy___Savage_Messiah,sad,"'Savage Messiah  [Verse 1]\nMeet your maker\nRising from the ashes\nLike a phoenix to the sky\nSo intense, so glorious\nUncontrollable desire\nFor our souls\nThe great lawgiver\nSo high and mighty\nThe immaculate deception\nA taker of life\nWith unbridled aggression\nStriking down on the disbelievers\n[Chorus]\nSavage Messiah\nTake us higher\nSavage Messiah\nTake us now\n\n[Verse 2]\nBlessed in blood\nWe are reborn in hate\nThousands of spirits cry\nSo intense, so glorious\nUncontrollable desire\nFor our souls\nThe great Messiah\nSo high and mighty\n\n[Chorus]\nSavage Messiah\nTake us higher\nSavage Messiah\nTake us now\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nSavage Messiah\nTake us higher\nSavage Messiah\nTake us\nSavage Messiah\nTake us higher\nSavage Messiah\nTake us nowYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8055,Elliott_Smith___Fear_City,anger,"""Fear City  Dragged down into lowercase\nTrying to get your cops to talk right\n‘Cause they can't put the paper to your face\nWhen you're just trying to walk by\n\nSo now I got a new game, baby\nNo one's gonna recognize it\nYour broken English over their flat, tired rhymes\nStill trying to bring some dead beauty back to life\n\nIsn't it pretty?\nYeah\nI'm gonna see my city dead\nI can do everything that your man does except for better\nGot no interest now in addressing you kids\nWith cheap angst love letters\nYou write your name in all of the places no one goes\nSome can't be satisfied until everybody knows\n\nIsn't it pretty?\nYeah\nI'm gonna see my city dead\n\nIsn't it pretty?\nYeah\nI'm gonna see my city dead come on\nIsn't it pretty?\nYeah\nI'm gonna see my city dead",3
8380,Ensiferum___Battle_Song,anger,"'Battle Song  [Verse 1]\nHear the sound of swords fulfill the night\nFeel the winds of death on your skin\nSee the arrows fly, flaming in the sky\nHear the screams of men, as they die\nAs they die\n\n[Chorus]\nWe won this battle with might and fearless hearts\nWe came and we fulfilled our prophecy\nSo now we shall march back towards our kingdom\nWith heads up high and glimmering eyes\nWe returned with our glory\n[Verse 2]\nSilence now falls upon this blood red field\nVultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies\n""This is a great moment for all of us\nBut now it\'s time to head back home victorious""\nVictorious\n\n[Chorus]\nWe won this battle with might and fearless hearts\nWe came and we fulfilled our prophecy\nSo now we shall march back towards our kingdom\nWith heads up high and glimmering eyes\nWe returned with our glory\n\n[Chorus]\nWe won this battle with might and fearless hearts\nWe came and we fulfilled our prophecy\nSo now we shall march back towards our kingdom\nWith heads up high and glimmering eyes\nWe returned with our gloryYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",3
9455,Frank_Sinatra___Two_in_Love,happy,"""Two in Love  Two in love can face the world together\nHearts that cuddle up will muddle through\nThe world may rock and rumble\nCrowds may groan and grumble\nThrones may even tumble too\nDarling, two in love can face the stormy weather\nLaugh aloud at every cloud above\nAnd so we'll show them all what love can do\nFor you and I are two in love",0
3990,Box_Car_Racer___There_Is,sad,"""There Is  [Verse 1]\nThis vacation's useless, these white pills aren't kind\nI've given a lot of thought on this thirteen hour drive\nI missed the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9\nAnd slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights\nI've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have\nThe days have come and gone, our lives went by so fast\nI faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor\nWhere I laid and told you, but you swear you loved me more\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you care if I don't know what to say?\nWill you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?\nWill I shake this off, pretend it's all okay?\nThat there's someone out there who feels just like me?\nThere is\n[Verse 2]\nThose notes you wrote me, I've kept them all\nI've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this Fall\nWith every single letter, in every single word\nThere will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you care if I don't know what to say?\nWill you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?\nWill I shake this off, pretend it's all okay?\nThat there's someone out there who feels just like me?\nThere is\nDo you care if I don't know what to say?\nWill you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?\nWill I shake this off, pretend it's all okay?\nThat there's someone out there who feels just like me?\nDo you care if I don't know what to say?\nWill you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?\nWill I shake this off, pretend it's all okay?\nThat there's someone out there who feels just like me?\nThere isYou might also like12",1
4507,Bubba_Sparxxx___Deliverance,calm,"""Deliverance  [Hook]\nI've been travelin' for some time\nWith my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine\nOn these long dark dusty roads\nLookin' there's nowhere to go\nI guess I gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nI gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nAyy-ayy-ayy ayy-ayy-ayy ayy\n[Verse 1]\nI left out from mamma's with my thumb in the wind\nThe leaves on the ground, winter's comin again\nSolid on the surface as I crumble within\nBut legends are made out of vulnerable men\nSo on the brink of death, I still manage livin' life\n'Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice\nI indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price\nNo instructions when I was handed this device\nBut with what I did get, I was more than generous\nPut others over self on several instances\nBut I'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness\nAnd one way or another I shall have deliverance\nSo I say:\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been travelin' for some time\nWith my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine\nOn these long dark dusty roads\nLookin' there's nowhere to go\nI guess I gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nI gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nAyy-ayy-ayy ayy-ayy-ayy ayy\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nCan you recall a time people loved you unconditionally?\nToast in the new south, this one is for history\nThen I slipped fell and caused the number's injury\nCalled the same people and it's yo you just missed them B\nThis the formula, dammit Bubba you had it\nWhy'd you have to keep it Polo and New Balance?\nThen they start to question whether you a true talent\nOr just a redneck substance abuse addict\nSo then you hide away just to try to find your way\nAnd now they back to callin' you two-hundred times a day\nI want all y'all to know, good or bad I'll remember it\nAnd ten million sold in the name of my deliverance\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been travelin' for some time\nWith my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine\nOn these long dark dusty roads\nLookin' there's nowhere to go\nI guess I gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nI gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way to find my way\nAyy-ayy-ayy ayy-ayy-ayy ayy\n\n[Verse 3]\nNothing could atone for the pain you've endured\nThe blood you shed is still stainin' your velour\nYou took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor\nOnly to discover that your savior's manure\nAccepted me as kin, put before your younger brother\nThey put a lot on us hardly knowin' one another\nI honestly can say that over time I've come to love you\nNow we are brothers and together, no one can touch us\nIt haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl\nShe's an angel on your shoulder helpin' us to save the world\nThis musical marriage is no coincidence\nOn my mamma, Timmy, baby, we shall have deliverance\nSo we say:\n[Chorus]\nI've been travelin' for some time\nWith my fishin pole and my bottle of shine\nOn these long dark dusty roads\nLookin there's nowhere to go\nI guess I gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way\nI gotta hide away, far away\n'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way\nAyy-ayy-ayy ayy-ayy-ayy ayy3",2
7038,Diablo___Chagrin,anger,"""Chagrin  A heart is broken, another prayer in vain\nIt was the moment, oh, when all began\nAngel of sleepless nights\nI barely know your name\nBut I can see you even\nIf you're a million miles away\n\nNavigation for desire\nFor the flesh and for nothing else\nIn the still of the night\nThe poison calls her name\nAnd she feeds her soul\nWith the needle of deceit\nBefore million eyes\nIn the great dark hall of fame\nA disciple of the new God\nWho has no name\nDesigner of unknown\nAdoring servant for everything\nBetween zero and one\n\nChagrin\nA dream of insanity\nI have never even heard your voice\nBut I miss you so\nChagrin\nI thought I knew it all\nBut the more things change the more\nThey will stay the same\n\nChagrin\nA dream of insanity\nI have never even heard your voice\nBut I miss you so\nChagrin\nI thought I knew it all\nBut the more things change the more\nThey will stay the same\nThe more they will stay the same",3
1476,Annie_Lennox___Cold,happy,"""Cold  Come to me\nRun to me\nDo and be done with me\nCold, cold, cold\nDon't I exist for you?\nDon't I still live for you?\nCold, cold, cold\nEverything I possess\nGiven with tenderness\nWrapped in a ribbon of glass\nTime it may take us but God only knows\nHow I've paid for those things in the past\nDying is easy it's living that scares me to death\nI could be so content hearing the sound of your breath Oh yeah\nCold is the colour of crystal the snowlight\nThat falls from the heavenly skies\nCatch me and let me dive under\nFor I want to swim in the pools of your eyes\n\nI want to be with you, baby\nOhhhh Slip me inside of your heart\nDon't I belong to you, baby\nDon't you know that nothing can tear us apart?\n\nCome on now, come on now, come on now\nTelling you that\nI loved you right from the start\nBut the more I want you the less I get\nAin't that just the way things are\n\nWinter has frozen us\nLet love take hold of us\nCold, cold, cold\nNow are shivering\nBlue ice is glittering\nCold, cold, cold\n\nCold is the colour of crystal the snowlight\nThat falls from the heavenly skies\nCatch me and let me dive under\nFor I want to swim in the pools of your eyes\nYou might also likeDon't you it's cold\nCold\nCold\nCold\nCold\nCold\n\nOhhhhhhh yeah",0
5057,Catherine_Wheel___Satellite,sad,"""Satellite  Feeling only left him bleeding\nFor a whole number of reasons\nHe never discovered\nBut soon he would be riding his wave\nCoast to coast\nAll his life was rosy and pink\nFluffy in the middle a constant grin\nAnyone would think so\n\nBut see that body shaking\nSee that body racing\nFeel that body baking from inside\nThe boy's a satellite\nHe won't be home tonight\nAnd we crown ourselves again\nThere's been no change since you and I were young\nWhen we burned ourselves again\nThe spaceship days when you and I were young\nWhen you and I were young\n\nCoast to coast\nThe scene was for Gene\nAll his life was mostly blue\nAnd far more dangerous than he ever knew\nBut I didn't see the need to say so\n\nSee that body shaking\nSee that body racing\nSame old painful aching bones inside\nThe boy's a satellite\nHe won't be home tonight\n\nAnd we crown ourselves again\nThere's been no change since you and I were young\nWhen we burned ourselves again\nThe spaceship days when you and I were young\nWhen you and I were young\n\nHe says he won't bore us anymore\nIt's the final straw a reason to rejoice\nThe boy's a satellite\nHe won't be home tonight\nTonight\nYou might also likeAnd we crown ourselves again\nThere's been no change since you and I were young\nWhen we burned ourselves again\nIn spaceship days when you and I were young\nWhen you and I were young",1
771,Alice_Peacock___Some_Things_Get_Lost,anger,"""Some Things Get Lost  I dialed your number on the phone, yesterday\nThinking you would answer\nAnd then I remembered....\n\nA conversation we had had, not so long ago\nTalking about our love, and why we let it go\nWe both agreed the timing wasn't right\nAnd you said something I'll never forget, that night:\n\nSome things get lost\nSome things just disappear\nBut not my love for you\nI'll keep that close and near\nSome things just fade, like scars and dreams\nI got your heart right here with me\nYou said you'd realized in life that chances pass you by\nAnd what you thought was yours, slowly fades before your eyes\nAnd part of growing up is that you can't go back in time\nYou have to live with your regrets and things you leave behind\nAnd we agreed to be the best of friends\nLet's talk real soon, I gotta go, you said...\n\nSome things get lost\nSome things just disappear\nBut not my love for you\nI'll keep that close and near\nSome things just fade, like scars and dreams\nI got your heart right here with me\n\nFlying to Seattle when I heard the news\nI can't believe you're gone, not the light I knew...\n\nBut some things get lost\nSome things just disappear\nBut not my love for you\nI'll keep that close and near\nSome things just fade, like scars and dreams\nI got your heart right here with me\n\nI dialed your number on the phone, yesterday\nThinking you would answer\nAnd then I remembered....",3
776,Alicia_Keys___Samsonite_Man,sad,"""Samsonite Man  [Intro]\nI don't wanna do this\nOver and over, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nHe's a man so full of style and grace\nAny woman'd be impressed\nTakes a smile and paints it on your face\nMakes you feel like you've been blessed\nPromises things so special\nSeems to come right from a song\nSoon as you begin to feel secure, yeah\nYou turn around and he is gone, oh\n[Chorus]\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nHe's a Samsonite man\n\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe he is just a rollin' stone\nWandering from here to there\nSearchin' for a place to call his own\nYou wonder if he even cares\nSo many years of heartache and pain\nIs all you seem to know him for\nIs it you or is it he to blame?\nWhenever he walks out your door, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nHe's a Samsonite man\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nWhere ya always runnin' to?\nAway from me\n\n[Bridge]\nIf the wind blows you in my direction\nYou come through to rendezvous\nForget about your good intentions\nTo leave me lonely and confused\nMr. Samsonite man, pack a bag, that is my suggestion\nFrom here on out, you will be leavin'\nAt my discretion Yeah\nSaid, I know the game, baby\nAnd it'll never be the same, no, no, no, no, no, no\n'Cause now, I got him\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go\nPackin' his bags, gotta go\nHe's a Samsonite man\n\n[Outro]\nWhy don't you just go?\nYou can't hurt me no more, baby\nYou can't touch me\nYou can't hurt me no more, baby\nGotta go, gotta go\nPack your bags\nPack it up, got to go\nHit the road, Jack",1
8031,Elliot_Minor___The_Broken_Minor,happy,"""The Broken Minor  We've broken down\nFading out\nAnd you fall on your knees\nAnd stand defeat\nJust when it feels like hell is freezing over\nHold on, embrace, this symphony\n\nLet's play the very first line\nIt feels much better, and it's all in time\nIt's coming together\nWhen the drums come in, the keys get louder\nNow I'm building a collision of chords\nThis time it's not tiny voices\nIt's a chorus of noise\nWe're surfing a sea of places\nNow, now, now, we're singing\nA fanfare of sound, pulled out from within\nWe fly through the broken minor\nWhoa, whoa, whoa we've come back down\n\nWhen you've been let down\nIt's a bitter end\nEveryone stands off, you know you're lost again\nThe lights are fading and we're still escaping\nThe city and twilight that marks and fills the sky\n\nLet's play the very first line\nIt feels much better, and it's all in time\nIt's coming together\nWhen the drums come in, the keys get louder\nNow I'm building a collision of chords\n\nThis time it's not tiny voices\nIt's a chorus of noise\nWe're surfing a sea of places\nNow, now, now we're singing\nA fanfare of sound, pulled out from within\nWe fly through the broken minor\nWhoa, whoa, whoa we've come back down\nYou might also likeThis is not the last time, I can't stay\nI can't stay away\nIt's not the last time\n\nLet's play the very first line\nIt feels much better\nAnd it's all in time, you know it's coming together\nWhen the chords start progressing\nWe wait for the ending\n\nThis time it's not tiny voices\nIt's a chorus of noise\nWe're surfing a sea of places\nNow, now, now we're singing\nA fanfare of sound, pulled out from within\nWe fly through the broken minor\nWhoa, whoa, whoa we've come back down\n\nWhoa oh... whoa oh... whoa oh\nA fanfare of sound, pulled out from within\nWe fly through the broken minor\nWhoa, whoa, whoa we've come back down",0
6113,Cursive___Butcher_the_Song,sad,"'Butcher the Song  [Verse 1]\nThere\'s a time and a place\nThis is neither the time nor the place\n""Where do I fit in\nIn this jigsaw of a relationship?\nWhy should I play the fall guy to your love?\nI keep getting snubbed...\nWhat dumb luck, what dumb luck""\n\n[Verse 2]\n""So rub it in\nIn your dumb  \nYeah, that\'s the time and place\nTo wring out your bullshit\nAnd each album I\'ll get shit on a little more""\n""Who\'s Tim\'s latest whore?\'""\n[Verse 3]\nNow, that\'s not fair\nNo, that\'s just obscene\nI\'ll stop speaking for you\nIf you stop speaking for me\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m writing songs to entertain\nBut these people, they just, they just want pain\nThey want to hear my deepest sins\nThe songs from the ugly organ\nAnd what comes out is a horrible mess\n\n[Bridge]\nSongs I can\'t forget\nWhat\'s been said and this guilt I can\'t shed\nIt still rings in my ears\nOh, get out the butcher\'s knife\nI\'ve been screaming for years\nBut it gets me nowhere\nJust get out the butcher\'s knife\nWill you get out the butcher\'s knife\nGet out the butcher\'s knife! Oh\n\n[Chorus]\nThat organ\'s playing my song\nBut this song\'s gone on too long\nWhat a day to sever such ugly extremities\n""What a lovely day,"" says the butcher\nAs he raises his arm\nYou might also like[Outro]\nAnd I am what is left: a puppet\nLaughing at the look of amazement on the musician\'s face\nPinocchio dove off the cliff and swam awayEmbed', 'default'",1
5619,Cocorosie___Undertaker,sad,"'Undertaker  U ne la nv i u me tsi\nI go ga gv he i\nHna quo tso sv wi yu lo se\nI ga gu yv ho nv\n\nUnder what spell the guiding light\nBetook the undertaker\nUnder whose gaze did fall such evil blunder\nCharacters of flaming eyes\nEager to burn the wooden castle\nEager to wet the paper heart of children birds\nThe aching starlet\nThe singing sinew\nThe whining ghost\nBrutal wind of snowy harlot\nChafing mine eyes\nA sandpaper kiss\nBloody rosen my cheek\nPurple kiss of stardust\nPink balloon of time\nCandied on the inside\nBaby pit bull butterfly\nDo da do da do dah do dahYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2901,Bertine_Zetlitz___For_Fun,happy,"""For Fun  I will step up in your face\nI will put you in your place\nI'll say things you can't erase\nAnd I'll do it all for fun\nI will frame your phoney smile\nLet you hang there for a while\nThen I'll make you scream a mile\nAnd I'll do it all for fun\nI will make your eyes grow tired\nI will suffocate your skin\nCall your work and get you fired\nWhen you play I'll let you win\nChorus:\nAnd I'll do it all for fun\nYeah, I'll do it all for fun\nMake you wish you had a gun\nYeah, I'll do it all for fun\nI won't answer when you call\nOverlook you, though you're tall\nAlmost catch you when you fall\nAnd I'll do it all for fun\nWhat is yours you'll never get\nWhat you gave, you will regret\nYou will never win this bet\nCause I'll do it all for fun\nI will make your soft hands tremble\nI will make your ego burst\nAnything you will resemble\nI will always get there first\nChorusx2\nYou always understood my mind\nI'll never leave you far behind\nAs long as you recognize\nMy footsteps\nI'll let you sweep acroos my knees\nJust like a gentle summerbreeze\nAs long as you\nRecognize my footsteps\nI will make your soft hands tremble\nI will make your ego burst\nAnything you will resemble\nI will always get there first\nChorusx2",0
5882,Covenant___Happy_Man,happy,"""Happy Man  I don't love anyone\nNo I\nJust want my fun\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nI don't love anyone\nNo I\nJust want my fun\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nI'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man\nYes I'm a happy man",0
4108,Brandi_Carlile___Before_It_Breaks,sad,"""Before It Breaks  Around here, it's the hardest time of year\nWaking up, the days are even gone\nThe collar of my coat\nLord help me, cannot help the cold\nThe raindrops sting my eyes\nI keep them closed\n\nBut I'm feelin' no pain\nOnly the lonely and my quietest friend\nHave I the moonlight? Have I let you in?\nSay it ain't so, say I'm happy again\nSay it's over, say I'm dreaming\nSay I'm better than you left me\nSay you're sorry, I can take it\nSay you'll wait, say you won't\nSay you love me, say you don't\nI can make my own mistakes\nLet it bend before it breaks\n\nI'm all right. Don't I always seem to be?\nAren't I swinging on the stars?\nDon't I wear them on my sleeve?\nWhen you're looking for a crossroads\nIt happens every day\nAnd whichever way you turn\nI'm gonna turn the other way\n\nSay it's over, say I'm dreaming\nSay I'm better than you left me\nSay you're sorry, I can take it\nSay you'll wait, say you won't\nSay you love me, say you don't\nI can make my own mistakes\nLearn to let it bend before it breaks\n\nSay it's over say I'm dreaming\nSay I'm better than you left me\nSay you're sorry, I can take it\nSay you'll wait, say you won't\nSay you love me, say you don't\nI can make my own mistakes\nLet it bend before it breaksSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45You might also like2",1
190,ANJA_GARBAREK___Beyond_my_control,sad,"""Beyond My Control  It happens that someone knocks at my door\nThen the whole house starts to shake\nSo that it gets really hard to stand up\nAnd even worse to walk\nI usually fall down\nOn the floor\nAnd i stay there\nUntil that someone decides to leave\nAnd the house calms down\nAnd i look through the curtains\nTo see if he would regret\nTo see if he would try again\nIt happens that someone calls me on the phone\nAnd my house gets so scared\nThat it jumps right up into my throat\nI swallow like crazy\nHoping my heart will glide\nBack down\nSo i can talk to that someone\nMaybe talk to a friend\nBut it is too late\nBut it is too late\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i don't open up the door\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i don't answer your calls\nI'm not to blame\nIt isn't my fault\nIt was you that make my house shake\nIt was you that made my heart jump\nIt was you that make my house shake\nIt was you that made my heart jump\nAnd it happens that i take a walk outside\nJust to get some nice fresh air\nAnd it happens that i see someone i knew\nA long long time ago\nThen i just see him to disappear\nBecoming one with a wall\nBecoming one with a lampost\nBecoming one with a tree\nBecoming one with a street\nBecoming one with a house\nBecoming one with a door\nBecoming one with you all\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i don't open up the door\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i don't answer you call\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i just seem to disappear\nIt is beyond my control\nIf i am suddenly not here\nI'm not to blame\nIt isn't my fault\nIt was you that make my house shake\nIt was you that made my heart jump\nIt was you that make my house shake\nIt was you that made my heart jump\nIt was you who came my way",1
5393,Christina_Aguilera___Back_In_The_Day,happy,"'Back in the Day  [Intro]\nWhat we\'re gonna do right here is go back\nWay back, back into time\nYeah, yeah-yeah\nDonny Hathaway, Leena Horne\nMiss Aretha, The Real Thing James Brown, Billie Holiday\nStevie Wonder, Gladys Knight, Louis Armstrong\nMinnie Riperton, Otis Redding, Etta James\n\n[Verse 1]\nBack in the day, they used to say:\n""Play that song, get it goin\'"" and the band played\nAnd still today, you hear us say\n""Play that song all night long, Mr. DJ""\nThough times have changed, it\'s still the same\nWe all need a minute to get away\nSo let it go and feel the flow\nIf you\'ve got soul, let the world know\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe\'re gonna set the mood set the mood off right\nGonna go back to an old school groove\nGo back to an old school groove\nGonna rewind to another time\nWhen the originators, innovators were alive, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nHere we say now\nSo break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James\nYour Lady Day, and Coltrane\nTurn up your 45\'s, bring back to life\nThe sound and vibe of yesterday\nOpen your mind, enjoy the ride\nGet out tonight and grab that Soul Train take it back, take it\nBack in the day, back in the day\nAw baby, back in the day, back in the day\nWon\'t you take me back?\nBack in the day, back in the day I\'ll do it\nBack in the day, back in the day\nY\'all remember back in the day, you dig\nRay Charles, Nat King Cole, Miles Davis, Ella Fitzgerald\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow ""Chain of Fools"" and ""Respect""\nWas the anthem of a woman, Aretha said\n""What\'s Goin\' On"", ""Let\'s Get It On""\nSuch classic songs, don\'t forget them\nThough times have changed\nThey still remain my inspiration everyday\nSo give it up for the ones\nWho came before, opened up that door\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nWe\'re gonna we\'re gonna set the mood\nSet the mood\nGonna go back go back to an old school groove\nTo an old school groove\nGonna rewind rewind to another time another time, yeah\nWhen the originators, innovators were alive, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nSo break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James\nYour Lady Day, and Coltrane Coltrane\nTurn up your 45\'s, bring back to life\nThe sound and vibe of yesterday of yesterday\nOpen your mind, enjoy the ride\nGet out tonight and grab that Soul Train take it back, take it\nBack in the day, back in the day\nAw baby, back in the day, back in the day\nWon\'t you take me back?\nBack in the day, back in the day I\'ll do it\nBack in the day, back in the day\n\n[Bridge]\nSo get up, relive it\nGotta let yourself go\nGive up your praise\nCome celebrate\nJust get up, get on it\nGet yourself on the floor\nDon\'t back away don\'t back away\nCome celebrate gonna celebrate, yeah\n[Chorus]\nSo break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James\nYour Lady Day, and Coltrane\nTurn up your 45\'s, bring back to life\nThe sound and vibe of yesterday\nOpen your mind, enjoy the ride\nGet out tonight and grab that Soul Train\nTaking it back, back in he day\nBack in the day, back in the day\nBack in the day, back in the day\nBack in the day, back in the day back in the day, yeah\nBack in the day, back in the day\nAw baby, I\'ll do it, aw baby, oh woah, woah\nYeah yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah\nBack in the day\nHeyEmbed', 'default'",0
8812,Faith_No_More___Helpless,sad,"""Helpless  [Verse 1]\nDay is warm, I hear\nThe wind and the trees\nI know I'm there, but I'll never be\nThe wind is soft tonight\nThe tide is low\nAnd I know the way\nI never felt better, now\n\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes life, it moves too slow\nSlows to a crawl\nAnd then the poetry is lost\nAnd without speed\nHope becomes certainty\nAnd for once, I'm certain\nI never felt better, now\n[Verse 3]\nA garden is its own perfect world\nWhere everything has a place\nMmm, every leaf, every stone\nEvery speck of dirt\nBut wheres my place?\nI never felt better, now\n\n[Verse 4]\nI even tried\nTo get arrested today\nBut everyone looked the other way\nI count the hours\nAnd I count the days\nBut for once, I'm certain\nI never felt better, now\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't want your help\nDon't need your help\nDon't want your help\nDon't need your help\nHelpless\nHelpless\nHelpless\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nHelpless\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please someone\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nThe water's clean\nI see that it's full of dimes\nFor every wish, I wonder why\nWhy all I want\nIs something beautiful\nA place to rest\nI never felt better now\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nI never felt better now\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't want your help\nDon't need your help\nDon't want your help\nDon't need your help\n\n[Outro]\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nHelpless\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nHelpless\nYou found a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nHelpless\nYou found a way, you found a way\nYou found a way, you found a way\nHelpless\nFound a way to make me say, help me please, someone\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp\nHelp1",1
829,Alishas_Attic___Air_We_Breathe,happy,"""Air We Breathe  The galaxy is open\nSo paint me on your right hand\nAnd let's fly off Superman-style\nIt'll be so good\nI'll never look back\n\nWith every bit of breath I take\nMy thoughts say I want you\nAnd there's nothing I can do\nTo control these natural instincts\nIf you're ready we can take it\nTo the heights\nAnd the air we breathe will take us\nThe air we breathe\nAnd no the loneliness won't break us\nCoz all we need is the air we breathe\nThe air we breathe\n\nApollo's turned and twisted\nOh my God!\nAs you take me in your arms tonight\nO, it feels so quiet in turbulent times\n\nSo I think I'll build a stairway\nAnd like a Roman in your heart\nI will climb and we can start\nTo journey on past all these satin sheets\nAnd lift it past all of our control\n\nAnd the air we breathe will take us\nThe air we breathe\nAnd no the loneliness won't break us\nCoz all we need is the air we breathe\nThe air we breathe\n\nLook up to the sky and ask yourself why\nCoz this enchanted evening wouldn't get you any higher\nWill the colours fade on all the crimson hearts we made?\nAnd broken them before so it's time to take a flight\nYou might also likeAnd the air we breathe will take us\nThe air we breathe\nAnd no the loneliness won't break us\nCoz all we need is the air we breathe\nThe air we breathe",0
7557,Dropkick_Murphys___Im_Shipping_Up_To_Boston,happy,"""I’m Shipping Up to Boston  [Verse]\nI'm a sailor peg, and I've lost my leg\nClimbing up the top sails, I lost my leg!\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa!\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa\nI'm shipping off, to find my wooden leg!\n\n[Verse]\nI'm a sailor peg, and I've lost my leg\nClimbing up the top sails, I lost my leg\n[Chorus]\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa!\nI'm shipping up to Boston, whoa\nI'm shipping off, to find my wooden leg!See Dropkick Murphys LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also like16",0
9357,Foo_Fighters___Everlong,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolPortuguêsEverlong  [Verse 1]\nHello, I've waited here for you\nEverlong\nTonight, I throw myself into\nAnd out of the red\nOut of her head, she sang\n\n[Verse 2]\nCome down, and waste away with me\nDown with me\nSlow, how you wanted it to be\nI'm over my head\nOut of her head, she sang\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I wonder\nWhen I sing along with you\n\n[Chorus]\nIf everything could ever feel this real forever\nIf anything could ever be this good again\nThe only thing I'll ever ask of you\nYou've got to promise not to stop when I say when\nShe sang\n\n[Verse 3]\nBreathe out, so I can breathe you in\nHold you in\nAnd now I know you've always been\nOut of your head\nOut of my head I sang\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I wonder\nWhen I sing along with you\n\n[Chorus]\nIf everything could ever feel this real forever\nIf anything could ever be this good again\nThe only thing I'll ever ask of you\nYou've got to promise not to stop when I say when\nShe sang\nYou might also like[Instrumental Break with Whispering Voices]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I wonder\n\n[Chorus]\nIf everything could ever feel this real forever\nIf anything could ever be this good again\nThe only thing I'll ever ask of you\nYou've got to promise not to stop when I say when125",1
6600,David_CrowderBand___We_Are_Loved,happy,"""We Are Loved  Velvet black night\nPierced with white\nStars waiting quiet\nWide listening sky\n\nStillest of air\nLight hanging there\nOut of despair\nRises a prayer\n\nCan we take in Your light and shine like You with all this weariness?\nCan we shine like You with this weariness?\nSo we are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nWe are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nIf the whole world could feel it\nIf the whole world could feel it\n\nWe could love\nWe could love\nCause we are loved\n\nSurrounded in white\nOh purest bride\nNo lovelier sight\nThe Church will rise\n\nTake in Your light\nTo shine like You\nTake this weariness so we can shine like You\n\nWe are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\nYou might also likeWe are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nIf the whole world could feel it\nIf the whole world could feel it\n\nWe could love\nWe could love\nCause we are loved\n\nOh we are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nWe are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nWe are loved\nWe are loved\nAnd it's quite enough that we are loved\n\nIf the whole world could feel it\nIf the whole world could feel it\nWe could love\nWe could love\nCause we are loved",0
6028,Cross_Canadian_Ragweed___Sick_And_Tired,anger,"""Sick and Tired  Got your bag on your shoulder\nNever thought once about thinkin' it over\nFeel like you're the only one\nWho's ever been in a bad situation\nNow you need to take yourself a love vacation\n'Cause after all, what's done is done\n\nSick and tired of being sick and tired\nEverything around you's growin' old\nThe days drag on, the nights last forever\nEvery day's tougher just to keep it together\nForget everything you've ever known\nExcept for home\nHe made a promise he couldn't keep\nI bet he's not losing a bit of sleep\nOver how you're getting down the line\nNow don't you fret, now don't you worry\nDon't get in too much of a hurry\n'Cause up ahead's that city limit sign\n\nSick and tired of being sick and tired\nEverything around you's growin' old\nThe days drag on, the nights last forever\nEvery day's tougher just to keep it together\nForget everything you've ever known\nExcept for home\n\nHome is where the heart is:\nThat's what somebody once said. Yeah.\nI think your heart is where your love is:\nAll the rest baby, the rest it's all in your head\n\nWell, memories, they're over-rated:\nAll they do is get you down an' frustrated\nAnd who needs that on their back?\nStarting over, cold turkey\nWashin' your soul of everything that's dirty\nSeal your heart of every crack\nYou might also likeYou're no longer sick and tired\nEverything around you feels brand new\nYeah. the days fly by, the nights could be longer:\nEvery day you're just a little bit stronger\nNow that you've spread your wings and flown\nBack to home\nBack to home\nBack to home. Home.\nYeah, back to home\nBack to home.",3
6398,Danzig___Possession,sad,"""Possession  [Verse 1]\nI want to crawl inside your soul\nNestle in your brain\nStand you on your head\nCrouch you on all fours\nOh I will walk among your dreams\nWhen you think you are asleep\nThe invitation of your mind\nBeckons me to your sin\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAll the things that you say and feel\n[Verse 2]\nFor I will be inside your speech\nSay the words you must not say\nFor I will lurk inside your heart\nIf you can take it and survive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSpiritus\nAs it must ever be\nOppression\nIncubus\nIt's ever been\nThrough my oppressive black sleeping\nSpiritus\nIt has always been\nPossession\nIncubus\nAs it must always be\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll the things that you say and feel\nBecome\nPossession, riding\nPossession, riding you hard\nPossession, riding you on\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nAnd I will worm inside your skull\nMake you beg to be my whore\nDo my bidding day and night\nIf you can take it and survive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIncubus\nAs it must ever be\nOppression\nIncubus\nIt's ever been\nThrough my oppressive black sleeping\nIncubus\nIt has always been\nPossession\nIncubus\nAs it must always be\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll the things that you say and feel\nBecome\nPossession, riding\nPossession, riding you hard\nPossession, riding onto you\nPossession, riding\nPossession, riding you hard\nPossession, riding you on",1
1970,Assemblage_23___Disappoint,sad,"""Disappoint  Just one more time\nFor the sake of sanity\nTell me why\nExplain the gravity\nThat drove you to this\nThat brought you to this place\nThat pushed you down\nInto the soil's embrace\n\nGive me the chance\nI was denied\nTo sit and talk with you\nFor one last time\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you\n\nI can't forget\nHaving to see\nThe words that knocked the wind\nRight out of me\nIt's not enough\nI've come undone\nTrying to find sense\nWhere there is none\n\nJust give me peace\nYou owe me that\nTo help ward off the fears\nI must combat\n\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you\nYou might also likeAnd so I ask\nFor one more chance\nTo understand\nThis senseless circumstance\nHelp me to see\nThis through your eyes\nThe reasons I've been trying\nTo surmise\n\nThough you are gone\nI am still your son\nAnd while your pain is over\nMine has just begun\n\nDid I disappoint you?\nDid I let you down?\nDid I stand on the shore\nAnd watch you as you drowned?\nCan you forgive me?\nI never knew\nThe pain you carried\nDeep inside of you",1
8769,FM_Static___The_Next_Big_Thing,happy,"'The Next Big Thing  [Chorus]\nYou\'re the next big thing\nThe next big thing\nThey\'re gonna wanna shake your hand\nAnd take a picture with your band\nEveryone will shut their mouths\n\'Cause they wanna hear you out\nAnd they\'re gonna know your name\n\'Cause you\'re the next\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere\'s no way of knowing just where you were going\nI\'ll take you for every last second and moment\n""So pleased to meet you"", is how they will greet you\nWhile they\'re looking over your shoulder\nI\'ve seen all the faces; been millions of place\nIt\'s taken a lot not to lose all my patience\nFor every good thing comes a whole lot of heartache\nI\'ll try hard to learn from all of my mistakes\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHold me back because I lose my control\nAnd you can say goodbye to all the days of old\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause you\'re the next big thing\nThe next big thing\nThey\'re gonna wanna shake your hand\nAnd take a picture with your band\nEveryone will shut their mouths\n\'Cause they wanna hear you out\nAnd they\'re gonna know your name\n\'Cause you\'re the next big thing\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nEverybody put your hands up\nUh huh\nNow here you are\nWith few more friends and a nicer car\nBut do you really know what the meaning of life is?\nYou\'ve got the gift to make a wish\nWill you ever give in to it to make a difference?\nNow the kids that come to your shows\nSee your face everywhere you go\n\n[Verse 1]\nThere\'s no way of knowing just where you were going\nI\'ll take you for every last second and moment\n""So pleased to meet you"", is how they will greet you\nWhile they\'re looking over your shoulder\nI\'ve seen all the faces; been millions of place\nIt\'s taken a lot not to lose all my patience\nFor every good thing comes a whole lot of heartache\nI\'ll try hard to learn from all of my mistakes\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nHold me back because I lose my control\nAnd you can say goodbye to all the days of old\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause you\'re the next big thing\nThe next big thing\nThey\'re gonna wanna shake your hand\nAnd take a picture with your band\nEveryone will shut their mouths\n\'Cause they wanna hear you out\nAnd they\'re gonna know your name\n\'Cause your the next big thing\n\'Cause you\'re the next big thing\nThe next big thing\nThey\'re gonna wanna shake your hand\nAnd take a picture with your band\nEveryone will shut their mouths\n\'Cause they wanna hear you out\nAnd they\'re gonna know your name\n\'Cause you\'re the next big thingEmbed', 'default'",0
1411,Anna_Nalick___Paper_Bag,happy,"'Paper Bag  [Verse 1]\nShe don\'t run from the sun no more\nShe boxed her shadow and she won\nSaid, ""I can see you laugh through these bottle caps\nAnd this wire around my neck ain\'t there for fun""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut someday we\'ll all be old\nAnd I\'ll be so damn beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nMeanwhile, I\'ll hide my head here in this paper bag\n\'Cause if I can\'t see you then you can\'t see me\nAnd it\'ll be okay, fly little bee away\nTo where there\'s no more rain and I can be me\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, they talk about her\nShe smiles like she\'s so tough\nShe says ""Hey, can you talk a little louder?\nI don\'t think my heart is broken enough""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut someday we\'ll all be old\nAnd I\'ll be so damn beautiful\n\n[Chorus]\nMeanwhile I\'ll hide my head here in this paper bag\n\'Cause if I can\'t see you then you can\'t see me\nAnd it\'ll be okay, fly little bee away\nTo where there\'s no more rain and I can be\n\n[Bridge]\nSome days I wade into the indigo\nSinging that song on the radio, I blame these puddles on the rain\nYou know I gotta keep these cheeks dry today\nGotta keep my cheating strategy\nAnd baby, I\'m gonna have it made\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut someday we\'ll all be old\nAnd I\'ll be so damn beautiful\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo I\'ll hide my head here in this paper bag\n\'Cause if I can\'t see you then you can\'t see me\nAnd it\'ll be okay, fly little bee away\nTo where there\'s no more rain and I can be me, yeah\nOn my way\nPaper bag\nCan\'t see you then\nYou can\'t see\nMeanwhile, I\'ll hide my head here in this paper bag\n\'Cause if I can\'t see you, then you can\'t see me\nAnd it\'ll be okay, fly little bee away\nTo where there\'s no more rain and I can be me\n\n[Outro]\nWhere I can be me, yeah\nI can be me\nPaper bag\nBee away\nThere\'s no more rain\nWhere I can be meEmbed', 'default'",0
2169,Autumnblaze___Bleak,sad,"""Bleak  My mind is bleak and toneless are these walls\nMoments are passing by like trains that never stop\nI think without a thought but somehow I think after all\nThe breath of nightly calm would cure my tumbling heart\nYou'd be frightened if you were here\nTo embrace my life - has to sear\nThe shore remains unmoved\nBy those rousing cries that are flirting with sleep\nI've wandered to find\nBut still, still I'm not there\nA journey so infinite\nAnd still, still I'm not there\nYou'd be frightened if you were here\nTo encourage - life has to sear",1
4591,Busted___Fun_Fun_Fun,happy,"""Fun Fun Fun  Well, she got her daddy's car\nAnd she cruised through the hamburger stand, now\nSeems she forgot all about the library\nLike she told her old man, now\nAnd with the radio blastin'\nGoes cruisin' just as fast as she can, now\nAnd she'll have fun, fun, fun\n'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away\n\nWell, lynda sux really\n'Cause she walks, looks, and drives like an ace, now\nShe makes the Indy 500\nLook like the Roman Chariot Race, now\nA lot of guys try to catch her\nBut she leads 'em on a wild goose chase, now\nAnd she'll have fun, fun, fun\n'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away\nWell, you knew all along\nThat your dad was gettin' wise to you, now\nAnd since he took your set of keys\nYou've been thinkin' that your fun is all through, now\nBut you can come along with me\n'Cause we've got a lot of things to do, now\nAnd we'll have fun, fun, fun\nNow that daddy took the T-Bird away\nAnd we'll have fun, fun, fun\nNow that daddy took the T-Bird away",0
2016,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Redefine_The_Enemy,sad,"""Redefine The Enemy  Some fear the excitement of boredom\nAnd some don't\nBut one day you will step outside\nAnd you will feel the heat\nYou will hear the sirens of death\nAnd they sound afraid\n\nWe're back where we were 10 years ago\nAnd I'm feeling like I'm start my whole life from anew\nThis is your last chance\nWhat's on your mind?\nNothing\nI'm gonna die for nothing\nNothing else that matters\nIs that what you want from me?\n\nAntifashion seems to be fashion too by now\nI don't need stupid policemen taking care about me\nI don't need anyone\nI take it all by myself! Myself!\nCan you hear me? Can You Hear Me?\n\nTell me the truth, you fuckface!\nI'm gonna kill anyone for more\nSuck me up for a better reason\nAnd I'm gonna cut you short\n\nIf only technology keeps moving you forward\nAnd you're not prepared for the future\nYou become a naive child left in an information overload unit\nWhat's holding us back is time\n\nWorldleaders choose worldleaders\nNot us, not democracy, not a revolution\nTime to stop the germanization of the planet\nI have a fear of a white planet\nYou might also likeI redefine the enemy\nRedefine the enemy\nI have to redefine the enemy\nI redefine the enemy\n\nRedefine the enemy!\nRedefine the enemy!\n\nI broke the ice and I drowned\nThey want you dead but alive enough to function\nEverything gets out of control\nBut what do you do? Tonight?\nLet's get back on the street, start living again\n\nAnything worth having is worth fighting for\nIt's important that the future is on our side\nOn my side\nOn my side\nWhite house and white snow\n\nThe final moment has come\nIt's all over\nIt seems that you still have power in reserve\nBut we are winning\nAre you praying in your despair?\nI redefine the enemy\nI redefine the enemy\nI redefine the enemy\nI've got to redefine the enemy\n\nHere I come! Don't bother me\nThere's nothing we can do\nIt's not my style to just wait to be killed\nI'll wipe you all out!\n\nNow is the chance\nI'm covered by a blue shadow\nI fear no longer\nI fear no longer\nI fear no longer\n\nI redefine the enemy\nRedefine the enemy\nI redefine the enemy\nRedefine the enemy\nI've got to redefine the enemy\nRedefine the enemy\nRedefine...the enemy",1
6217,DEWSCENTED___Slaughtervain,happy,"""Slaughtervain  You're weaving bloodlust with instigation\nProducing scenes of intimidation\nA footstep CLOSER TO THE GRAVE\nFuck with the mind of those who can't see...\n\nSLAUGHTERVAIN\nSee... SLAUGHTERVAIN\n\nREVEL IN POOLS OF BLOOD\nStand, victorious, shame notorious\nCelebrating decay, no guilty conscience\nPAST REDEMPTION YOU FALL\nDEFENDER OF SENSE AND bringer of pain\nANNIHILATION UNFOLDS...\nOnwards you go!\nSLAUGHTERVAIN\nGo... SLAUGHTERVAIN\n\nIll-breeding knowledge of absolution\nCreating hollow mortal landscapes of dust\nA footstep CLOSER TO THE GRAVE\nPlay with the lives of those with no say...\n\nVICTIMS OF SIN!!!\nIN SLAUGHTERVAIN YOU BURY YOUR DEAD\nVICTIMS OF SIN!!!\nIN SLAUGHTERVAIN, DESTINY'S END!\n\nRelease the slaughtervain at last, it's a crucifixion times\nA GENOCIDAL CONSTITUTION, NO CALL FOR REGRETS",0
8120,Elton_John___Philadelphia_Freedom,happy,"""Philadelphia Freedom  [Verse 1]\nI used to be a rollin' stone, you know\nIf a cause was right\nI'd leave to find the answer on the road\nI used to be a heart beatin' for someone\nBut the times have changed\nThe less I say, the more my work gets done\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom\nFrom the day that I was born, I've waved the flag\nPhiladelphia freedom took me knee--high to a man, yeah\nGave me peace of mind my daddy never had\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh, Philadelphia freedom, shine on me, I love ya\nShine the light through the eyes of the ones left behind\nShine the light, shine the light\nShine the light, won't you shine the light?\nPhiladelphia freedom, I lo-o-ove ya\nYes, I do\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you choose to, you can live your life alone\nSome people choose the city Some people choose the city\nSome others choose the good old family home\nSome others choose the good old family home\nI like livin' easy without family ties 'Livin easy\nTil the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me\nRight between the eyes\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom\nFrom the day that I was born, I've waved the flag\nPhiladelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man\nGave me peace of mind my daddy never had\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh, Philadelphia freedom, shine on me, I love ya\nShine the light through the eyes of the ones left behind\nShine the light, shine the light\nShine the light, won't you shine the light?\nPhiladelphia freedom, I lo-o-ove ya, yes I do\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nOh, Philadelphia freedom, shine on me\nI love ya\nShine the light through the eyes of the ones left behind\nShine the light, shine the light\nShine the light, won't you shine the light?\nPhiladelphia freedom, I lo-o-ove ya\nYou know I lo-o-ove ya, yeah\nYou know I lo-o-ove you, yes I do!\n\n[Outro]\nPhiladelphia freedom\nI lo-o-ove you, yes I do, Philadelphia freedom\nYou know that I lo-o-ove you, yes I do!\nPhiladelphia freedom\nOh, don't you know that I lo-o-ove you, yes I do!\nPhiladelphia freedom\nDon't you know that I lo-o-ove you, yes I do!\nPhiladelphia freedom\nDon't you know that I lo-o-ove you, yes I do!4",0
3080,Billie_Holiday___Youre_My_Thrill,happy,"""You’re My Thrill  You're my thrill\nYou do something to me\nYou send chills right through me\nWhen I look at you\n'Cause you're my thrill\n\nYou're my thrill\nHow my pulse increases\nI just go to pieces\nWhen I look at you\n'Cause you're my thrill\nHmmm-nothing seems to matter\nHmmm-here's my heart on a silver platter\nWhere's my will\nWhy this strange desire\nThat keeps morning higher\nWhen I look at you\nI can't keep still\nYou're my thrill",0
5294,Chris_Botti___Moondance,happy,"""Moondance  Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance\nWith the stars up above in your eyes\nA fantabulous night to make romance\n'Neath the cover of October skies\nAnd all the leaves on the trees are falling\nTo the sound of the breezes that blow\nAnd I'm trying to please to the calling\nOf your heart-strings that play soft and low\nAnd all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush\nAnd all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush\nCan I just have one more Moondance with you, my love\nCan I just make some more romance with you, my love\n\nWell, I wanna make love to you tonight\nI can't wait 'til the morning has come\nAnd I know that the time is just right\nAnd straight into my arms you will run\nAnd when you come my heart will be waiting\nTo make sure that you're never alone\nThere and then all my dreams will come true, dear\nThere and then I will make you my own\nAny time I touch you, you just tremble inside\nAnd I know how much you want me that you can't hide\n\nCan I just have one more Moondance with you, my love\nCan I just make some more romance with you, my love\n\nWell, I wanna make love to you tonight\nI can't wait 'til the morning has come\nAnd I know that the time is just right\nAnd straight into my arms you will run\nAnd when you come my heart will be waiting\nTo make sure that you're never alone\nThere and then all my dreams will come true, dear\nThere and then I will make you my own\nAny time I touch you, you just tremble inside\nAnd I know how much you want me that you can't hide\nSee Chris Botti LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also likeCan I just have one more Moondance with you, my love\nCan I just make some more romance with you, my love\n\nCan I just have one more Moondance with you, my love\nCan I just make some more romance with you, my love\n\nCan I just have one more Moondance with you, my love\nCan I just make some more romance with you, my love\n\nMy Love, my love\nI just want one more moondance with you, yes I do",0
6165,Cynic___Integral,sad,"""Integral  I touch the string though the harp may not sing*\nStill I dig the sky for sun sparks to guide\nDown below there's a land with an ominous hole\nDug deep in the sand of belief\nA million doves\nOrbit round the Earth with tears of blood\nDare the virgin take integral birth\nFrom the void I am born into wave and particle\nIn the uncreated light emerged an oracle\nA million doves\nOrbit round the Earth with tears of blood\nSlay the dragon, take integral birth\nWeep no more\nNoble silence usher my way home\nA million doves\nOrbit round the Earth with tears of blood\nLine in sand erased we are but one\nCosmic cavalcade we are but one\nTime has come I take integral birth\nReborn",1
2954,Beulah___Silver_Lining,happy,"""Silver Lining  [Verse 1]\nPunk rock was my first girl\nShe left me a scar, so I have her still\nShe's not young, but she's not old yet\nWe share the same sun, but hers never sets\n\n[Chorus]\nYou want it\nA silver lining shining for you\nYou got it\nA dark cloud always waiting for you\n[Verse 2]\nWeightless, and tumbling through space\nI remember her voice, but not her face\nFloating, but she's always near\nShe wants to stay, but she can't stay here\n\n[Chorus]\nYou want it\nA silver lining shining for you\nYou got it\nA dark cloud always waiting for you\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nFrozen in window displays\nWhere did you hide all those days we'd waste?\nFading, but I see her still\nShe'll always be my punk rock girl",0
7182,Dimmu_Borgir___Sympozium,anger,"""Sympozium  Chains of despair cloaked by darkness\nThe thundering echoes of great destruction to come\nMankind's mysteries, the dying world\n\nMadness in it's sweetest form, what shrivels and dies must face the tempest\nThe angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth and melancholy grew\n\nAnticipation mender through madness, condemned to the same horrid fate\nInsanity applauds, how sharp the awakening\nPale as disease, mocking, maddening\nGive up the ghost, cease the gloomy awakening\nThe angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth and melancholy grew\n\nAnticipation mender through madness, condemned to the same horrid fate\nInsanity applauds, how sharp the awakening\nPale as disease, mocking, maddening\nGive up the ghost, cease the gloomy awakening\n\nHistory foretold, the hidden stigmata\nTotally annihilating the ecstasies innumerable\nMaterialize the vision, give up the ghost\nCease the gloomy awakening\n\nMadness in it's sweetest form, what shrivels and dies must face the tempest\nThe angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth and melancholy grew",3
6066,Cult_Of_Luna___Into_The_Beyond,sad,"""Into the Beyond  Let me take you down, underneath this false surface\nTonight is the night when we travel into the heart of the unknown\nNight reveals what is hidden in the shadows\nWhat you see is just a shell of me\n\nTo escape the suffering we keep our emotions at a distance\nSo far away that our skin becomes our fortress\nLeave with me and you'll see what lies ahead\nLet's gather in twilight\nIn those blue reflections\nWe are coming out as one\nThat is when we arrive\nThat is when we realize\nThis is when we fall down",1
170,AFI___Affliction,happy,"""Affliction  [Verse 1]\nEvery night, devise new heights in genocide\nLover, I am loveless\nAll my friends and I toast health and suicide\nLover, I am lonely\nCome on!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWere you holding hands when\nMy palms bled?\n[Chorus]\nOh, I will be all right, just use me\nJust use me\nThe future's bright without me\nSpend some time walking the line\n\n[Verse 2]\nWorld is unified, ennui, and I divide\nLover, I am loveless\nRed days and burning might bleed 'til, 'til the faceless die\nLover, I am lonely\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWere you holding hands when\nMy wrists bled?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, I will be all right, just use me\nJust use me\nThe future's bright without me\nSpend some time walking the line\nSpend some time walking the line\n\n[Bridge]\nSo stay sweetly numb\nRemain lifeless, love\nStay sweetly numb\nMaintain lifeless love\nStay sweetly numb\nRemain lifeless, love\nSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also like[Chorus]\nOh, I will be all right, just use me\nJust use me\nThe future's bright without me\nSpend some time walking the line\nSpend some time walking the line1",0
9373,Foreigner___Girl_On_The_Moon,sad,"""Girl on the Moon  [Verse 1]\nIt's night, again\nTime for my mind to go wandering\nOff on a journey, through space and time\nIn search of a face I can never find\nSo I close my eyes and look inside\nI can't forget\nThe night that I saw her we never met\nShe felt so close to me as I reached for her hand\nShe drifted away like the desert sand\nIt was her and she was gone\nI wish she'd come back tonight\nLike a star shining bright\nI don't know where she's from\n[Chorus]\nShe's like a girl on the moon\nA girl on the moon\nShe's like a girl on the moon\nA girl on the moon\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nYeah it's night, once again\nAnd that same old feeling is setting in\nIt all seems so familiar but I hope this time\nThat the girl on the moon will soon be mine\nAll mine, tonight\nAm I asking too much\nShould I leave my dream untouched\nShould I even know where she's from\n\n[Chorus]\nMy girl on the moon\nShe's my girl on the moon\nA girl on the moon\nMy girl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nGirl on the moon\nSee Foreigner LiveGet tickets as low as $10You might also like[Outro]\nFille sur la lune\nGirl on the moon\nFille sur la lune1",1
5468,Cinderella_Effect___Israel,sad,"""Israel  Israel\n\nLittle orphans in the snow\nWith nowhere to call a home\nStart their singing, singing\n\nWaiting through the summertime\nTo thaw your hearts in wintertime\nThat's why they're singing, singing\n\nWaiting for a sign to turn blood into wine\nThe sweet taste in your mouth - turned bitter in its glass\nIsrael... in Israel\nIsrael... in Israel\n\nShattered fragments of the past\nMeet in veins on the stained glass\nLike the lifeline in your palm\nRed and green reflects the scene\nOf a long forgotten dream\nThere were princes and there were kings\n\nNow hidden in disguise cheap wrappings of lies\nKeep your hearts alive with a song from inside\n\nEven though we're all alone\nWe are never on our own when we're singing, singing\n\nThere's a man who's looking in\nAnd he smiles a toothless grin\nBecause he's singing, singing\nSee some people shine with glee\nBut their song is jealousy\nTheir hate is clanging, maddening\n\nIn Israel... will they sing Happy Noel?\nIn Israel... will they sing Happy Noel?\nIn Israel... will they sing Happy Noel?\nIn Israel... will they sing Happy Noel?",1
5278,Chimaira___Six,calm,"""Six  She has done so many things\nIt's so surreal\nShe has seen so many things\nIt's so unreal\nShe has been almost everywhere\nAnd tasted everything\nShe has been a dream since birth\nWho could conquer everything\n\nNight after night after every single night\nShe never gave up!\nFight after fight after motherfucking fight\nShe came out on top!\nOne rule, one way of life\nOnly the strong survive\n\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything\n\nBlood, all the blood, every single drop of blood\nShe sucks it up!\nBreathe every breath, every single damn breath\nShe screams with love!\n\nOne rule, one way of life\nOnly the strong survive\n\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything\n\nNobody in this world\nWill ever stop her\nNobody in this world\nCan even touch her\nEverybody in this world\nWill want to be her\nEverybody in this world\nJust needs to see her Just needs to see her\nYou might also likeShe's everything\nAnd she'll destroy the world\n\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\nNever back down\n\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything\nNever back down\nNever back down\nDestroying everything",2
4075,Brand_New___In_A_Jar,sad,"""In a Jar  Stones in your eyes, stones in your eyes\nStones in your eyes, stones in your mouth\nStones in your ears, stones in your mind\nStones in your eyes, stones in your eyes\n\nWe live in a jar, think the lids the sky\nYou're hoping for a savior on your cross outside\nStars are just a million little fireflies\nThe sun is just a hole, it's the light outside\nNo one save me cause I'm\nSinking, drowning but I'm\nStruggling to save my life\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?\nHolding out for rest but on the seventh day\nI've created nothing and I'm wide awake\nSo can I tie my key to your electric kite?\nThe rooster crowed twice and you kissed me goodnight\nThere's too many saviors on my cross again\nI know I'm never going to be a perfect man\nEveryone's an oyster with their grain of sand\nI love you most in song, but now it has to end\n\nNo one save me cause I'm\nSinking, drowning but I'm\nStruggling to save my life\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?\n\nStones in your eyes, stones in your eyes\nStones in your eyes, stones in your eyes\nStones in your eyes, stones in your eyes\nI'll run a million miles if you were first prize\n\nNo one save me cause I'm\nSinking, drowning but I'm\nStruggling to save my life\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?\nWhere you going?\nIs it safe tonight?You might also like1",1
2601,Beatsteaks___She_Was_Great,calm,"""She Was Great  [Intro:]\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nWo-ho-wo-ho-oh\nUh, yeah\n\n[Verse 1:]\nA lot of tears a lot of hate there it goes all the magic\nBut that's alright\nAnd it's her on the phone\nPretending everything is just tragic\nIt's just tragic\nI've been counting the years\nTrying to fake my way all around it\nAnd get along Ah, ah, ah, ah\nGet along\n[Chorus 1:]\nBut she was great when she was great Ah, ah\nShe was great when she was great Yeah\n\n[Verse 2:]\nI remember the kick\n1956 was just magic\nAnd came undone\nWatch him yearning for the throne\nBack in '69 with a habit\nBut that's alright But that's alright\nIt was alright\nOh-oh, Oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus 2:]\n'cause she was great when he was great\n'cause he was great when he was great Ho-ha-ha-ah\n'cause she was great when he was great Mnnh\n'cause he was great when he was great Wa-uh-ah\n\n[Bridge:]\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHuh-uh\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHo-ho-ho\nOh, yeah\nC'mon\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHuh-uh\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHo-ho-ho\nOh, yeah\nAu!\nYou might also like[Verse 2:]\nBut then again you got me wrong\n'cause you don't have to worry\nWhat's on my mind\nI've been staring at the clock\nWaiting to be part of the magic\nYeah it's magic Oh\nI guess at least I got a place to be what?\nIn between a shot and a dream\n\n[Chorus 3:]\nBut we were great when we were great Woh!\nBut we were great when we were great Ha, Ha-ah-ah\nShe was great when she was great Uh\nAnd he was great when he was great Come on, come on, come on\nWoh-woh\n\n[Outro:]\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHuh-uh\nHuh-uh-uh-uh-uh\nHo-ho-ho\nOh, yeah",2
6604,David_Fonseca___Start_Over_Again_II,sad,"""Start Over Again II  Oh please tell me about love\nI never really understood that stuff\nDays fall into nights\nBut wrong won't turn to right\n\nWhen you reach the top of the tree\nAnd there's nothing left to see\nDo we lay and die?\nAnother on to run dry\n\nSo, what's this life\nWhat's this life we've chosen?\nWhat it would be like\nIf we started all over again?\nOh, please tell me about love\nI never really understood that stuff\n\nSo, what's this life\nWhat's this life we've chosen?\nWhat it would be like\nIf we started all over again?\nAnd I just might\nI just might be brave and bold\nAnd what it would be like\nIf we started all over again?",1
2252,Ayria___Its_Been_Fun,happy,"""It’s Been Fun  I saw something in your eyes\nThat drew me into you in this light\nThere's desire in this pounding club\nBut alcohol and dancing don't mean love\n\nNow I know you're not the one\nBut it's been lots of fun\nA moment fleeting\nAnd I know one day you'll find\nSomeone down the line\nBut it can't be me\nNow please just turn away\nYou have to go away\nYou can't rescue me\nOne day you'll pass me by\nWe'll look each other in the eyes\nBut I won't feel a thing\nThe next day it's back to life\nThere's something shallow about club life\nBut next week I'll be back again\nTo find a new fake connection\n\nYou don't feel the way that I do\nI don't feel the way that you do\nWe don't feel the way that they do\nYou don't feel the way that I do\n\nDon't misread my mind\nThink you're a great find\nBut we're moving on\nTo find the next one\nI know you like my face\nAnd the way I move\nCould you heal my tears?\nI don't think you could\nLove me the next day\nWhen the magic fades and the hangover enhances mistakes",0
6792,Death_Cab_for_Cutie___Dream_Scream,sad,"""Dream Scream  Having dreams about you\nI want to scream about you\nI'm having dreams about you\nI want to scream about you\nEverything you've done\nYou were the girl who seemed to own the world\nEverything was about you\nI took a chance to call you my own\nI didn't know a thing about you\nI thought you could love\nWhat a fool I was\nIt was going on\nI was just singing my song\nThere was something mad about you\nI took it wrong\nYou liked my song\nWhy couldn't I have you?\n\nA crazy dream you done me wrong\nYou left me long\nI couldn't stand a chance without you\nYou said that love was dead and in my head\nI just couldn't believe it\nAnd on the phone, you said\nYou never knew me at all\nI thought there was love\nWhat a fool I was\n\nAnd everything was in hyper-jinx\nJust like an old-time movie\nYou don't understand\nCan't comprehend\nI guess it doesn't really matter\nAnd every dream a nightmare\nNothing really matters\nI thought I was loved\nWhat a fool I was\nSee Death Cab for Cutie LiveGet tickets as low as $46You might also likeHaving dreams about you\nHaving dreams about you\nHaving dreams about you\nHaving dreams about you",1
187,ANJA_GARBAREK___Stay_Tuned,sad,"""Stay Tuned  In between\nLost in noise\nSomewhere\nSomewhere\n\nIn between\nGot no choice\nBut to be here\nSomewhere\nSomewhere\nIf you can hear me\nIf you're still there\nStay tuned\nThere is more to come\nOh\nDon't start searching\nI'll get back\nTo you\n\nRiding waves\nTrying to reach\nSomewhere\nSomewhere\n\nCannot share\nThis moment with you\nI'm particles in the air\nYou can't see me\nBut i'm here\nSo if you can hear me\nIf you're still there\n\nStay tuned\nThere is more to come\nOh\nDon't start searching\n\nStay tuned\nThere is more to come\nOh\nDon't start searching\nI'll get back to you\nI'll get back to you\nI'll get back to you",1
9403,Four_Tops___Reach_Out__Ill_Be_There,happy,"""Reach Out, I’ll Be There  [Verse 1]\nYah!\nNow if you feel that you can't go on Can't go on\nBecause all of your hope is gone All your hope is gone\nAnd your life is filled with much confusion Much confusion\nUntil happiness is just an illusion Happiness is just an illusion\nAnd your world around is crumbling down, darlin'\n\n[Chorus]\nReach out Come on, girl, reach on out for me\nReach out Reach out for me\nHah, I'll be there with a love that will shelter you\nI'll be there with a love that will see you through\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you feel lost and about to give up To give up\n'Cause your best just ain't good enough Just ain't good enough\nAnd you feel the world has grown cold Has grown cold\nAnd you're drifting out all on your own Drifting out on your own\nAnd you need a hand to hold, darlin'\n\n[Chorus]\nReach out Come on, girl, reach out for me\nReach out Reach out for me\nHah, I'll be there to love and comfort you\nAnd I'll be there to cherish and care for you\n\nI'll be there to always see you through\nI'll be there to love and comfort you\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can tell the way you hang your head Hang your head\nYou're not in love now, now you're afraid You're afraid\nAnd through your tears you look around Look around\nBut there's no peace of mind to be found No peace of mind to be found\nI know what you're thinking - you're a loner, no love of your own\nBut darlin'\n\n[Chorus]\nReach out Come on, girl, reach out for me\nReach out reach out, just look over your shoulder\nI'll be there to give you all the love you need\nAnd I'll be there, you can always depend on me\nI'll be there, don't worryYou might also like5",0
8052,Elliott_Smith___Talking_to_Mary,sad,"""Talking to Mary  Talking to Mary\nYou know you don't have to shout\nShe can hear what you're thinking\nLike you were saying it right out loud\n\nIt's you she sees behind\nThat dirty look\nIt was her that followed down\nEvery stupid turn that you took\n\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\nSaw the one big problem\nYou keep under your hat\nAnd it's pretty unlikely\nThat anybody else will be cool with that\n\nYou got bus fare in your pocket\nAnd more money down in your sock\nBut she can't tell you how to contact her\nIf you won't listen to her talk\n\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\n\nIt's no problem, I'll just keep quiet\nIf it's easier for you\nTo make believe then\nThat I don't love you as much as I do\n\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\nOne day she'll go, I told you so\nI told you so\nI told you so",1
990,Amanda_Jenssen___The_Rebounder,happy,"""The Rebounder  [Chorus]\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBuh-buh-bye\nDays go\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBye, bye, bye\n\n[Verse 1]\nEach time I'm alone I just think of his voice\nKeep me occupied\nI go out every night just to drown it in noise\nRather dance than hide\n[Bridge 1]\nAnd I don't care who you are\nBut I love you\nJust need someone to hold\nI don't care who you are\nI shall love you\nCause it beats being alone\n\n[Chorus]\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBuh-buh-bye\nDays go\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBye, bye, bye\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou think it's for real cause you read in a book\nThis is the way it is\nI'm sorry to tell you you're someone I took\nA fill in for what I miss\n\n[Bridge 1]\nAnd I don't care who you are\nBut I love you\nJust need someone to hold\nI don't care who you are\nI shall love you\nCause it beats being alone\nYou might also like[Bridge 2]\nAnd I don't care that the truth goes far\nI don't care what we are\nI don't care\nCause I don't need another scar on this worn-out heart\n\n[Bridge 3]\nI don't care who you are\nBut I love you\nJust need someone to hold\nI don't care who you are\nI shall love you\nIt's so hard to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBuh-buh-bye\nDays go\nBye-buh-buh-buh-da-bye\nBuh-buh-da-buh-da-buh-bye\nBye, bye, bye",0
4899,Carrie_Newcomer___Ghost_Train,sad,"""Ghost Train  There's a light in the darkness\nJust barely out of view\nFrom the corner of your vision\nIt beckons to you\n\nAfter the crops have all come in\nAmid the stubble and the chaff\nKeep on walkin' when it whispers\nAnd don't look back\n\nSome say it's the Ghost Train's headlights\nOr poor Wayland Smiths' pyre\nSome say it's the will o' the wisp\nOr St. Elmo's fire\nOr the ghost of wanderin' spirits\nThat got lost between the worlds\nKeep on walkin' when they whisper\nOr if the lines begin to blur\n\nWhen it's done, it's said and done\nWhen it's gone, it's good and gone\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along\n\nI'm not sayin' I don't remember\nOr that all things can be repaired\nBut after the truth has been told\nWhere do we go from there?\n\nSorrow is a constant companion\nWe just learn to walk beside\nKeep walkin' when it whispers\nAnd don't listen when it lies\n\nWhen it's done, it's said and done\nWhen it's gone, it's good and gone\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along\n\nThere are stories we are told\nJust to keep us in our place\nThere are stories we made up ourselves\nTo save a little face\nYou might also likeThere's are ones that made us crazy\nAnd ones that kept us sane\nKeep on walkin' if the stories\nAll start to sound the same\n\nWhen it's done, it's said and done\nWhen it's gone, it's good and gone\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along\n\nWhen it's done, it's said and done\nWhen it's gone, it's good and gone\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along\n\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along\nSometimes there's nothin' left to do\nBut pack it up and move along",1
9453,Frank_Sinatra___Learnin_The_Blues,sad,"""Learnin’ the Blues  The tables are empty\nThe dance floor's deserted\nYou play the same love song\nIt's the 10th time you've heard it\nThat's the beginning\nJust one of the clues\nYou've had your first lesson\nIn learnin' the blues\nThe cigarettes you light\nOne after another\nWon't help you forget her\nAnd the way that you love her\nYou're only burnin'\nA torch you can't lose\nBut you're on the right track\nFor learnin' the blues\nWhen you're at home alone\nThe blues will taunt you constantly\nWhen you're out in a crowd\nThe blues will haunt your memory\nThe nights when you don't sleep\nThe whole night you're crying\nBut you can't forget her\nSoon you even stop trying\n\nYou'll walk that floor\nAnd wear out your shoes\nWhen you feel your heart break\nYou're learnin' the blues\n\nWhen you're at home alone\nThe blues will taunt you constantly\nWhen you're out in a crowd\nThose blues will haunt your memory\nThe nights when you don't sleep\nThat whole night you're crying\nBut you can't forget her\nSoon you even stop trying\nYou might also likeYou'll walk the floor\nAnd you'll wear out your shoes\nWhen you feel your heart break\nYou're learnin' those blues",1
4474,Bryan_Adams___Please_Forgive_Me,happy,"""Please Forgive Me  [Verse 1]\nStill feels like our first night together\nFeels like the first kiss and it's gettin' better baby\nNo one can better this\nStill holdin' on, you're still the one\nFirst time our eyes met - the same feeling I get\nOnly feels much stronger - I wanna love you longer\nYou still turn the fire on\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo if you're feelin' lonely, don't\nYou're the only one I ever want\nI only wanna make it good\nSo if I love you a little more than I should\n[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me - I know not what I do\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\nDon't deny me - this pain I'm going through\nPlease forgive me - if I need ya like I do\nPlease believe me - every word I say is true\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\n\n[Verse 2]\nStill feels like our best times are together\nFeels like the first touch\nWe're still gettin' closer baby\nCan't get close enough\nI'm still holdin' on - you're still number one\nI remember the smell of your skin\nI remember everything\nI remember all your moves - I remember you yeah\nI remember the night - you know I still do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSo if you're feelin' lonely don't\nYou're the only one I ever want\nI only wanna make it good\nSo if I love you a little more than I should\n\n[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me - I know not what I do\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\nDon't deny me - this pain I'm going through\nPlease forgive me - if I need ya like I do\nOh believe me - every word I say is true\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49You might also like[Bridge]\nOne thing I'm sure of - is the way we make love\nThe one thing I depend on\nIs for us to stay strong\nWith every word and every breath I'm prayin'\nThat's why I'm sayin'\n\n[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me - I know not what I do\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\nDon't deny me - this pain I'm going through\nPlease forgive me - if I need you like I do\nBabe believe me - every word I say is true\nPlease forgive me - If I can't stop loving you\nNever leave me - I don't know what I do\nPlease forgive me - I can't stop loving you\n\n[Outro]\nCan't stop loving you1",0
6135,Cute_Is_What_We_Aim_For___The_Fourth_Drink_Instinct_Album_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2
2368,Bad_Astronaut___Quiet,calm,"""Quiet  Violence has no charm\nStill I'm waiting for your arm\nSomeone said goodbye\nAnd now no one misses you\n\nAnd they might see you around\nIn this quiet little town\nTalking of violence\nAnd a knife you have still in your back\n\nAnd they might see you there\nSayin' no one ever cared\nI still remember, I still remember\nHow soon you forget",2
6128,Cut_Copy___Feel_The_Love,happy,"""Feel The Love  [Verse 1]\nAll the girls I've known are crying\nAll the clouds have silver linings\nThough the days are counting backwards\nI know that you have the right words\n\n[Chorus]\nMe and you\nOver something to do\nCould this be true\nIt all comes down to you\n[Verse 2]\nHey you, hey you\n\nAll the girls I've known are crying\nAll the clouds have silver linings\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nHey you, hey you\nHey you, hey you",0
1872,Arsonists_Get_All_The_Girls___The_42nd_Ego,anger,"""The 42nd Ego  [Verse 1]\nFreeze frame aperture\nTells me of my singular\nVirus to the world\nWe came for you and you alone\nProjects seize to fear\nStories of faith melt with the day\nChoke\nI'll imagine toxic shock therapy\nIn my better dreams\nBut this place\nGrows weary of the looks of me\nA beautiful encounter\nWith the lotus tree\n[Verse 2]\nI can feel my thoughts\nWretched from me\nHung to bleed on\nThe new world marquee\n\n[Verse 3]\nA thrifty gamble\nI'll take advantage from here\nLet the fools think\nI hold nothing dear\nI've only got this one\nLast relation to this fucking rock\nThis lucid sphere\n\n[Bridge]\nA weakness has held\nOnto the last fabric\nI tear at it madly in fit of\nFury forced earthward\n\nA battle of closely held secrets\nFor a weakness opposed\nHolds one to a certain degree\nI've been predisposed\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOnly in the bloodline\nIs this terror exposed\nA knife to the eye\nOf modern day time\nExactly what you've worked for\nOnly in the bloodline\nIs this terror exposed\nA knife to the eye\nOf modern day time\nExactly what you've worked for\n\n[Verse 4]\nA price for the pride\nI can feel the distance coming\nThe holes in my lungs\nWon't let me take this anymore\n\n[Chorus]\nOnly in the bloodline\nIs this terror exposed\nA knife to the eye\nOf modern day time\nExactly what you've worked for\nOnly in the bloodline\nIs this terror exposed\nA knife to the eye\nOf modern day time\nExactly what you've worked for",3
3577,Blondie___X_Offender,happy,"'X Offender  [Intro]\nI saw you standing on the corner\nYou looked so big and fine\nI really wanted to go out with you\nSo when you smiled\nI laid my heart on the line\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou read me my rights\nAnd then you said\n""Let\'s go"" and nothing more\nI thought of my nights\nAnd how they were\nThey were filled with\n[Chorus]\nI know you wouldn\'t go\nYou\'d watch my heart burst\nThen you\'d step in\nI had to know so I asked\nYou just had to laugh\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe sat in the night\nWith my hands cuffed at my side\nI look at your life and your style\nI wanted nothing more\n\n[Chorus]\nI know you wouldn\'t go\nYou\'d watch my heart burst\nThen you\'d step in\nI had to know so I asked\nYou just had to laugh\n\n[Bridge]\nWalking the line, you were a marksman\nTold me that law, like wine, is ageless\nPublic defender\nYou had to admit\nYou wanted the love of a sex offender\nSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96You might also like[Chorus]\nI know you wouldn\'t go\nYou\'d watch my heart burst\nThen you\'d step in\nI had to know so I asked\nYou just had to laugh\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy vision in blue\nI call you from inside my cell\nAnd in the trial, you were there\nWith your badge and rubber boots\n\n[Outro]\nI think all the time how I\'m going to\nPerpetrate love with you\nAnd when I get out, there\'s no doubt\nI\'ll be sex offensive to you\n\nOoh-oooh\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh1Embed', 'default'",0
469,Aim___Cold_Water_Music,calm,"'Cold Water Music  You know we got a great thing hereYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
6310,Dan_Auerbach___Real_Desire,happy,"""Real Desire  [Verse 1]\nI know that you're wanted\nBy every little man in town\nTake your pick and baby they'll serve you, yeah\nOh but you, you will put them down\n\n[Verse 2]\nTalk but never listen\nIs how you want to play your game\nTry that stuff on me baby\nOh and I will, I will do the same\n[Chorus]\n'Cause you wanna set the world on fire\nA little man will never do\nThe things you think are real desire\nOh darlin', oh I, I see right through\n\n[Verse 3]\nClouded skies have lifted\nAnd voices ring out from the choir\nIf you say you never meant to hurt me, darlin'\nOh, you would be a liar\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause you wanna set the world on fire\nAnd a little man will never do\nThe things you think are real desire\nOh darlin', you know I, I see right through, yeah",0
9094,Fiona_Apple___Not_About_Love,sad,"'Not About Love  [Verse 1]\nThe early cars already are\nDrawing deep breaths past my door\nAnd last night\'s phrases, sick with lack of basis\nAre still writhing on my floor\n[Hook 1]\nAnd it doesn\'t seem fair\nThat your wicked words should work in holding me down\nNo, it doesn\'t seem right\nTo take information given at close range\nFor the gag and the bind and the ammunition round\n[Verse 2]\nConversation, once colored by esteem\nBecame dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood\nTook a vacation; my palate got clean\nNow I can taste your agenda while you\'re spitting your cud\n[Hook 2]\nAnd it doesn\'t make sense\nI should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown\nNo, it doesn\'t seem right\nTo take information given at close range\nFor the gag and the bind and the ammunition round\n[Chorus]\nThis is not about love\n\'Cause I am not in love\nIn fact, I can\'t stop falling out\nThis is not about love\n\'Cause I am not in love\nIn fact, I can\'t stop falling out\nI miss that stupid ache\n[Verse 3]\n""What is this posture I have to stare at""\nThat\'s what he said when I was sitting up straight\nChanged the name of the game \'cause he lost it\nHe knew he was wrong, but he knew it too late\nBut I\'m not being fair \'cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth\nBut I\'d like to choose right\nTake all the things that I said that he stole\nPut \'em in a sack, swing \'em over my shoulder\nTurn on my heels, step out of his sight\nTry to live in a lovelier light\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThis is not about love\n\'Cause I am not in love\nIn fact, I can\'t stop falling out\nThis is not about love\n\'Cause I am not in love\nIn fact, I can\'t stop falling out\nI miss that stupid ache7Embed', 'default'",1
7761,Editors___The_Big_Exit,sad,"""The Big Exit  [Verse 1]\nEyes permeate my skin\nAn alcoholic din\nFills the room we're in\nGirl, I think it's time we leave\nLike a thief on Christmas Eve\nTake and you shall receive\n\n[Chorus]\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\n[Verse 2]\nOnce we're out amongst the shadows\nSee how much our love grows\nReflected in shop windows\nI love you as my blood flows\nAs the rain ruins my best clothes\nYou're a secret only I know\n\n[Chorus]\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\n\n[Bridge 1]\nDamn the passing hours\nDamn the summer flowers\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\n\n[Chorus]\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\nYou might also like[Bridge 2]\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\nThey took what once was ours\n\n[Chorus]\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside\nNo need to ask, you already know\nThe way I feel inside",1
227,Aaron_Shust___My_Savior_My_God,happy,"""My Savior My God  [Verse 1]\nI am not skilled to understand\nWhat God has willed what God has planned\nI only know at His right hand\nStands One who is my Savior\n\n[Verse 2]\nI take Him at His word and deed\nChrist died to save me this I read\nAnd in my heart I find the need\nOf Him to be my Savior\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThat He would leave His place on high\nAnd come for sinful man to die\nYou called it strange so once did I\nBefore I knew my Savior\n\n[Chorus]\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\n\n[Verse 3]\nYes living, dying let me bring\nMy strength my Solace from the Spring\nThat He who lives to be my King\nOnce died to be my Savior\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThat He would leave His place on high\nAnd come for sinful man to die\nYou called it strange so once did I\nBefore I knew my Savior\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\nMy Savior loves, my Savior lives\nMy Savior's always there for me\nMy God He was, my God He is\nMy God He's always gonna be\n[Outro]\nMy Savior lives, my Savior loves\nMy Savior lives, my Savior loves\nMy Savior lives",0
8045,Elliott_Smith___Roman_Candle,sad,"""Roman Candle  [Verse 1]\nHe played himself\nDidn't need me to give him hell\nHe could be cool or cruel to you and me\nKnew we'd put up with anything\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to hurt him\nI want to give him pain\nI'm a roman candle\nMy head is full of flames\n[Verse 2]\nI'm hallucinating, hallucinating\nI hear you cry\nYour tears are cheap\nWet hot red swollen cheeks\nFall asleep\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to hurt him\nI want to give him pain\nI'm a roman candle\nMy head is full of flames\n\n[Bridge]\nI want to hurt him\nI want to hurt him\nI want to hurt him\nI want to give him pain\n\n[Outro]\nAnd make him feel this pretty burnYou might also like4",1
4987,Cat_Power___Metal_Heart,sad,"""Metal Heart  Losing a star without a sky\nLosing the reasons why\nYou're losing the calling that you've been faking\nAnd I'm not kidding\n\nIt's damned if you don't and it's damned if you do\nBe true 'cause they'll lock you up in a sad, sad zoo\nOh, hidy-hidy-hiding, whatcha trying to prove?\nBy hidy-hidy-hiding, you're not worth a thing\n\nSew your fortunes on a string and hold them up to light\nBlue smoke will take a very violent flight\nAnd you will be changed and everything\nAnd you will be in a very sad, sad zoo\nI once was lost, but now I'm found\nWas blind, but now I see you\nHow selfish of you\nTo believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming\n\nMetal heart, you're not hiding\nMetal heart, you're not worth a thing\nMetal heart, you're not hiding\nMetal heart, you're not worth a thingYou might also like4",1
6836,Decoded_Feedback___Eternity_Falls,sad,"""Eternity Falls  Remember me\nFor what I was\nI'm not the same\nI lost the balance\nSet on my destiny\n\nThoughts in my head\nHard pulsing veins\nFlesh scraping pain\n\nTime get lost\nA space divides us\nFlesh is the power\nNo more apologies",1
1069,Amiina___Hilli,calm,"""Hilli  At the top of the world there's an island\nA place where the sun never shines\nBut the people don't care because the snow over there\nIs so bright, they nearly go blind\n\nThey live at the foot of a mountain\nWhere the flowers last hardly a day\nBut they live off the land and lend each other a hand\nOn this island where night is their day\n\nThey'd punish me if I dare tell you\nAnd if I ask them, they'd say they don't know\nBut what keeps them healthy even though they are not wealthy\nOn this magical island, is snow\nThe flakes as they fall look like candy\nAnd the children rush out when it snows, for a treat\nWhen they open their mouths and gulp down the flakes\nBecause nothing on earth tastes so sweet\n\nBut then one dark day, smoke blew in their way\nAnd the temperatures got higher\nOn the horizon they saw fire and the waters did rise\nAnd the snow started melting away\n\nAnd the people weren't tearful, nor fearful or scared\nBecause the secret was out there\nAt last, the secret was shared\n\nThey watched as the ice turned to water\nAnd streamed down into the sea\nAnd lit up the ocean and crept in slow-motion\nThrough the world they never did see\n\nAnd people in lands around the planet were in shock\nAs the light came to shore and lit up the beaches\nAnd even their teachers couldn't say what the bright light was for\n\nIt flowed upstream through the mountains\nBurst out through their fountains\nBreaking all life's natural laws\nTill they lit up the planet and all who lived on it\nWere touched by this magical force\nYou might also likeAnd they looked all around at the sky and at the ground\nAnd they realized what they had been seeing then\nAs they started to cry their tears filled the sky\nAnd the black storm clouds gathered above\n\nAnd then the heavens opened\nAnd the rains came to show them\nThat their world needs a little more love\n\nAt the top of the world there's an island\nA place where the sun never shines\nBut the people don't care because the snow over there\nIs so bright, the sun's in their mind",2
5555,Clay_Walker___Blue_Christmas_Album_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1
7966,Elf_Power___The_Sun_Is_Forever,sad,"'The Sun Is Forever  Slipping across the morning\nThe shadows take their time\nWait for Brother Midnight\nJust a few more hours\nAnd his arms are ever reaching\nAnd the days are almost gone\nAnd the sun is forever\nDeath is only once\n\nWhen the leaves are falling\nI hear your brother calling\nSoon he will be bringing\nThe song that you are singing\nSaying, ""la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la""\n""La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la""\nA million eyes are waiting\nSearching through the sky\nWith brother midnight\nAlways inching by\nAnd his arms are ever reaching\nAnd the days are almost gone\nAnd the sun lives forever\nDeath is only once\n\nWhen the leaves are falling\nI hear your brother calling\nSoon he will be bringing\nThe song that you are singing\nSaying, ""la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la""\n""La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la""You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6545,Dave_Berry___The_Crying_Game,sad,"""The Crying Game  I know all there is to know about the crying game\nI've had my share of the crying game\n\nFirst there are kisses, then there are sighs\nKisses\nAnd then before you know where you are\nYou're sayin' goodbye\n\nOne day soon I'm gonna tell the moon about the crying game\nAnd if he knows, maybe he'll explain\nWhy there are heartaches, why there are tears?\nHeartaches\nAnd what to do to stop feeling blue when love disappears?\nFirst there are kisses, then there are sighs\nKisses\nAnd then before you know where you are\nYou're sayin' goodbye\n\nDon't want no more of the crying game\nDon't want no more of the crying game",1
3783,Bob_Dylan_featuring_Ralph_Stanley___The_Lonesome_River,sad,"""The Lonesome River  I sit here alone on the banks of the river\nThe lonesome wind blows and the water rolls high\nI can hear a voice calling out there in the darkness\nBut I sit here alone too lonesome to cry\n\nOh, the water rolls high on the river at midnight\nI sit on the shore to grieve and to cry\nThe woman I love she left me this morning\nWith no one to love or kiss me goodnight\n\nWe met there one night on the banks of the river\nSat there holding hands and making our vow\nThat we never would part and be happy together\nBut a new love she's found, she's gone from me now\nOh, the water rolls high on the river at midnight\nI sit on the shore to grieve and to cry\nThe woman I love she left me this morning\nWith no one to love or kiss me goodnight",1
6711,DeVision___What_You_Deserve,sad,"""What You Deserve  Let me suffer in silence\nTake me to where the mind ends\nMake me feel like a child\nMake me feel like a giant-killer\nMake me believe\n\nI come for you in the first light of the morning\nFor you I turn wine into champagne\nFor you I part the sea and walk on water\nYou deserve first class every day\nBaby gimme me hard ride\nThese wounds are only slight\nAll we do we let things slide\nDisappear into the night\nMake me believe in all the things that I cannot see\n\nFor you I wear my Sunday best on Tuesday\nFor you I cannot set my sights too high\nI ache for you now and forever\nFor you I grow wings and learn to fly\n\nFor you I fight the light and serve the darkness\nFor you I'm a mockery of man\nFor you I bring the flood a new world order\nAll your wiles were not in vain",1
4248,Brian_Setzer_Orchestra___Rock_This_Town,happy,"""Rock This Town  Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night\nI had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right\nWell, pick you up and ten, gonna get you home at two\nYour mama don't know what I got in store for you\nBut baby that's all right we're looking as cool as can be\n\nWe found a little place that really didn't look half bad\nI had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox\nWell, I put a quarter right into that can\nBut all it played was disco, man\nCome on pretty baby, let's get out of here right away\nWe're gonna rock this town\nRock it inside out\n\nWe're gonna rock this town\nMake 'em scream and shout\n\nLet's rock, rock, rock, man, rock\nWe're gonna rock 'til we pop\nGonna roll 'til we drop\nRock this town\nRock it inside out\n\nWell, we're having a ball just tearing up the big dance floor\nWell, there's a real square cat, he looks 1974\nWell, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice\nLook at me again and there's gonna be a fight\nWe're gonna rock this town\nRip this place apart\n\nWe're gonna rock this town\nRock it inside out\n\nWe're gonna rock this town\nMake 'em scream and shout\nLet's rock, rock, rock, man, rock\nWe're gonna rock 'til we pop\nGonna roll 'til we drop\nRock this town\nRock it inside out\nYou might also likeWe're gonna rock this town\nRock it inside out\nWe're gonna rock this town\nMake 'em scream and shout\nLet's rock, rock, rock, man, rock\nWe're gonna rock 'til we pop\nGonna roll 'til we drop\nRock this town\nRock it inside out\n\nWe're gonna rock this town\nRock it inside out\nWe're gonna rock this town\nRock it inside\nYeah, we're gonna rock this town\nTear it up\nWe're gonna rip it down\nRock this town\nRock it inside out",0
4223,Brett_Dennen___There_Is_So_Much_More,sad,"""There Is So Much More  When I heard the news\nMy heart fell on the floor\nI was on a plane on my way to Baltimore\nIn these troubled times it's hard enough as it is\nMy soul has a known a better life than this\n\nI wonder how so many can be in so much pain\nWhile others don't seem to feel a thing\nThen I curse my whiteness\nAnd I get so damn depressed\nIn a world of suffering\nWhy should I be so blessed?\nI heard about a woman who lives in Colorado\nShe built a monument of sorts behind the garage door\nWhere everyday she prays for all whom are born\nAnd all whose souls have passed on\nSometimes my trouble gets so thick\nI can't see how I'm gonna get through it\nBut, then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree\nThen be tied to it\n\nThere is so much more\n\nI don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit\nI can't get used to my body's limits\nI got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues\nThey cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing\nI wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete\nI need to get out of this city\nLay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky\nWondering where I go when I die\n...When I die",1
6205,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Grey_Street,sad,"'Grey Street  [Verse 1]\nOh, look at how she listens\nShe says nothing of what she thinks\nShe just goes stumbling through her memories\nStaring out onto Grey Street\nShe thinks, ""Hey, how did I come to this?\nI dream myself a thousand times around the world\nBut I can\'t get out of this place""\n\n[Chorus]\nThere\'s an emptiness inside her\nAnd she\'d do anything to fill it in\nBut all the colors mix together - to grey\nAnd it breaks her heart\n[Verse 2]\nHow she wishes it was different\nShe prays to God most every night\nAnd though she swears it doesn\'t listen\nThere\'s still a hope in her it might\nShe says, ""I pray\nBut they fall on deaf ears\nAm I supposed to take it on myself?\nTo get out of this place?""\n\n[Chorus]\nThere\'s loneliness inside her\nAnd she\'d do anything to fill it in\nAnd though it\'s red blood bleeding from her now\nIt feels like cold blue ice in her heart\nWhen all the colors mix together - to grey\nAnd it breaks her heart\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere\'s a stranger speaks outside her door\nSays, ""Take what you can from your dreams\nMake them as real as anything\nIt\'d take the work out of the courage""\nBut she says, ""Please\nThere\'s a crazy man that\'s creeping outside my door\nI live on the corner of Grey Street\nAnd the end of the world""\nSee Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Chorus]\nThere\'s an emptiness inside her\nAnd she\'d do anything to fill it in\nAnd though it\'s red blood bleeding from her now\nIt\'s more like cold blue ice in her heart\nShe feels like kicking out all the windows\nAnd setting fire to this life\nShe could change everything about her\nUsing colors bold and bright\nBut all the colors mix together - to grey\nAnd it breaks her heart\nIt breaks her heart\nTo grey2Embed', 'default'",1
9267,Flowing_Tears___Kismit,sad,"'Kismet  Come down, my child\nTake me to the core of the flame\n\nThe world denied\nPoisoned by the turn of the game\n\nOne early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave me my name...\nCome rest, my child\nTake me to the heart of the flame\n\nCalm down, my child\nTell me about the scent of the rain\nSomething has died\nSilent and in absence of pain\n\nOne early morning, I woke, and no one whispered my name...\nCalm down, my child\nStagnancy is bliss for the sane...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
53,A_Fine_Frenzy___Hope_For_The_Hopeless,sad,"""Hope for the Hopeless  Stitch in your knitted brow\nAnd you don't know how\nYou're gonna get it out\nCrushed under heavy chest\nTrying to catch your breath\nBut it always beats you by a step\n\nAll right now\nMaking the best of it\nPlaying the hand you get\nYou're not alone in this\nThere's hope for the hopeless\nHope for the hopeless\nThere's hope\n\nCold in a summer breeze\nYeah, you're shivering\nOn your bended knee\nStill, when your heart is sore\nAnd the heavens pour\nLike a willow bending with the storm\nYou'll make it\n\nRunning against the wind\nPlaying the cards you get\nSomething is bound to give\n\nThere's hope for the hopeless\nHope for the hopeless\nThere's hope\n\nThere's hope for the hopeless\nHope for the hopeless\nThere's hope",1
3175,Billy_Talent___Fallen_Leaves,sad,"'Fallen Leaves  [Intro]\nIn a crooked little town\nThey were lost and never found\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\n[Verse 1]\nI hitched a ride until the coast\nTo leave behind all of my ghosts\nSearching for something I couldn’t find at home\n[Verse 2]\nCan’t get no job, can you spare a dime?\nJust one more hit and I’ll be fine\nI swear to God, this’ll be my one last time\n\n[Chorus]\nIn a crooked little town\nThey were lost and never found\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\nRun away before you drown\nOr the streets will beat you down\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen it gets dark in Pigeon Park\nVoice in my head will soon be fed\nBy the vultures, that circle round the dead\n\n[Chorus]\nIn a crooked little town\nThey were lost and never found\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\nRun away before you drown\nOr the streets will beat you down\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\n[Bridge]\nI never once thought\nI’d ever be caught\nStaring at sidewalks\nHiding my track marks\nI left my best friends\nOr did they just leave me?\n\n[Chorus]\nIn a crooked little town\nThey were lost and never found\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\nRun away before you drown\nOr the streets will beat you down\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\n\n[Outro]\nRun away before you drown!\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the ground\nRun away before you drown!\nFallen leaves, fallen leaves\nFallen leaves on the groundSee Billy Talent LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like10Embed', 'default'",1
4371,Broadcast_2000___Dont_Weigh_me_Down,happy,"""Don’t weigh me down  It's funny, you're the only one\nWho gathered there's a one-horse race on\nFrom the beginning of our song\nI've put my smiling face on\n\nDon't let me down, or\nDon't let me down, or\nDon't let me down, or I'll be forced to see you out\nUnannounced\nHow come you thought I'd pack this in without a fight?\nIt's funny, you're the only one\nWhat made you think I'd begun\nTo gather there's a one-horse race on?\nFrom the beginning of our song\nI've put my smiling face on\n\nDon't weigh me down with\nDon't weigh me down with\nDon't weigh me down with things I can't find out\nAll about\nHow come you thought I'd pack this in without a fight?\nIt's funny, you're the only one",0
5859,Cosmic_Gate___Body_Of_Conflict,happy,"""Body Of Conflict  When I'm lost\nCan't find my way\nYou're the light that leads to harbor\nWhen I'm crushed can't find my strength\nYou are all elements of life\nGiving me skin so warm so tender\nGiving me deep a sense of believe\nAll I know, all there is\nA reflection of you\nA home to this body of conflict\nDeep into my love\nDeep into my heart\nDeep into surrender\nWhen I'm blocked\nCan't find my words\nYou're the lines\nMaking a sentence\nWhen i'm hurt\nCan't find the sense\nYou're the sun\nThat heals all sorrow\nAll I know, all there is\nA reflection of you\nA home to this body of conflict\nDeep into my love\nDeep into my heart\nDeep into surrender",0
5513,Clan_Of_Xymox___Undermined,sad,"""Undermined  One hundred million times I said it to you\nThere's nothing else I will do for you\nHow many times do you have to hear from me\nThere's nothing you can do to keep me here\nAll violations and degradations\nAll confrontations are decimating\n\nI feel so sick inside, I feel so undermined\nYou hold me to the edge of a knife\nYou make me suffer inside\nYour tone of voice seems amplified\nYou think I'll succumb to all of your lies\nOne hundred million times I tasted deceit\nAnd no one cares but for one other release\nNot one insight of me, not one can make you see\nNot one can make you bleed, not hundred silence you\nCarry on the lean machine, carry on your lean machine\nI carry on with my big dream\nLike the stowaway no one's seen\n\nI feel so undermined, I feel so sick inside\nAnd I am misunderstood for times\nNo one seems to realize\n\nThat I'll get what I want and I got what I wanted to do\nAnd I get what I want to do\nAnd I get what I want them to do\n\nNo one destroys my dream\nNo one will destroy my dream",1
1698,Aqualung___Breaking_My_Heart_Again,sad,"""Breaking My Heart Again  Need to know, I don't wanna know\nAlready know, I've seen the signs\nI watch you as you pull yourself away from me\n\nCan't believe, I wanna believe\nHow can I believe? You're making me doubt\nI thought I knew you, I don't even know myself\n\nI'm losing faith\nI'm losing all faith\nYou're breaking my heart\nBreaking my heart\nYou're breaking my heart again\n\nDon't ask me to start\nAsk me start\nDon't ask me to start again\nStart again\n\nI wanna fight, afraid to fight\nWhy don't I fight and make you see?\nI hold my breath and disappear inside myself\n\nI'm losing strength\nI'm losing all strength\n\nYou're breaking my heart\nBreaking my heart\nYou're breaking my heart again\n\nDon't ask me to start\nAsk me start\nDon't ask me to start again\nStart again\n\nOh, you're breaking my heart again\nYou might also likeDon't ask me to start\nAsk me to start\nJust don't ask me to start again\nStart again\n\nNo\nOh, no no\n\nI'm losing you\nI'm losing, oh, you",1
2796,Ben_Folds___Cologne,sad,"""Cologne  Here in Cologne\nI know I said it wrong\nI walked you to the train and back across alone\nTo my hotel room and ordered me some food\nAnd now I'm wondering\nWhy the floor has suddenly\nBecome a moving target?\n\nChorus:\n\nFour, three, two, one\nI'm letting you go\nI will let go if you will let go\nFour, three, two\nSays here an astronaut put on a pair of diapers\nDrove eighteen hours to kill her boyfriend\nAnd in my hotel room I'm wondering\nIf you read that story too and if we both might\nBe having the same imaginary conversation\n\nChorus:\n\nFour, three, two, one\nI'm letting you go\nI will let go if you will let go\nFour, three, two\n\nOh why?\nWeightless as I close my eyes\nOh why?\nThe ceiling opens in disguise\nSuch a painful trip\nTo find out this is it\nAnd as I go to sleep\nYou'll be waking up\n\nFour, three, two, one\nI'm letting you go\nI will let go if you will let go\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeOh why? Oh why?\nOh why? Oh why?",1
8336,Enigma___Smell_Of_Desire,happy,"""Smell of Desire  Je ne dors plus\nJe suis folle, Je m'abandonne\nJe ne dors plus\nJe suis a toi\n\n[Reverse]\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\n\nJe ne dors plus\nJe suis folle, Je m'abandonne\nJe ne dors plus\n[Reverse]\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nJe suis a to\n\nJe ne dors plus\n\n[Reverse]\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nJe suis folle, Je m'abandonne\nJe ne dors plus\n\n[Reverse]\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nJe suis a toi\n\n[Reverse]\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\nIn nomine Christi, Amen\n\nThe eternal flame, will always burn\nFeel - understand - and learn",0
4170,Breaks_CoOp___The_Sound_Inside,calm,"""The Sound Inside  Welcome to the sound outside your door\nWelcome to the sun that's shining for\nYou and all your kind, be kind love more\nWelcome to the world, the world at war\n\nOpen up your heart, its cold outside\nThe tides about to turn there's nowhere to hide\nThis is not a dream, let freedom ride\nWelcome to the sound, the sound inside\n\nThink about his words and what they mean\nThings are not a lie, they're what they seem\nThis is not a cause for which to bleed\nThink about the world and what it needs\nOpen up your heart, its cold outside\nThe tides about to turn there's nowhere to hide\nThis is not a dream, let freedom ride\nWelcome to the sound, the sound inside",2
6148,Cyndi_Lauper___If_You_Go_Away,sad,"'If You Go Away  If you go away\nOn this summer\'s day\nThen you might as well take the sun away\nAll the birds that flew in the summer sky\nWhen our love was new\nAnd our hearts were high\nAnd the day was young\nAnd the nights were long\nThe trees stood still for the night birds song\n\nIf you go away\nIf you go away\nIf you go away\nAnd if you stay\nI\'ll make you a day\nLike no day has been\nOr will be again\nI\'ll sail on the sun\nI\'ll ride on the rain\nI\'ll talk to the trees\nAnd I\'ll worship the wind\nBut if you go\nI\'ll understand\nLeave me just enough love\nTo fill up my hand\n\nIf you go away\nIf you go away\nIf you go away\n\nIf you go away\nAs I know you will\nYou must tell the world to stop turning , turning\nTil you return again\nIf you ever do\nFor what good is love\nWithout loving you\nLet me tell you now\nAs you turn to go\nI\'ll be dying slowly\nTil your next hello\nYou might also likeIf you go away\nIf you go away\nIf you go away\n\nBut if you stay\nI\'ll make you a night\nLike no night has been\nOr will be again\nI\'ll sail on you smile\nI\'ll ride on your touch\nOh, I\'ll talk to your eyes\nHow I love them so much\nBut if you go\nI won\'t cry\nFor the good is gone\nIn the word ""goodbye""\n\nIf you go away\nPlease don\'t go away\nPlease don\'t go away\n\nPlease don\'t leave me\nI won\'t cry anymore\nI won\'t talk anymore\nI\'ll hide in your room\nAnd I\'ll watch you\nAs you dance and you smile\nAnd I\'ll listen a while\nAs you sing and you laugh\nPlease let me become\nThe shadow of your shadow\nThe shadow of your hand\nThe shadow of your glass\nOn this shadow of a man\nPlease don\'t leave me\nPlease stay\nPlease don\'t go away\n\nAnd if you stay\nI\'ll make you a day\nLike no day has been\nOr will be again\nI\'ll sail on the sun\nI\'ll ride on the rain\nI\'ll talk to the trees\nAnd I\'ll worship the wind\nBut if you go\nI\'ll understand\nLeave me just enough love\nTo fill up my hand\n\nIf you go away\nPlease don\'t go away\nPlease don\'t go awayEmbed', 'default'",1
9038,Filter___Take_A_Picture,happy,"""Take a Picture  [Verse 1]\nAwake on my airplane, awake on my airplane\nMy skin is bare, my skin is theirs\nAwake on my airplane, awake on my airplane\nMy skin is bare, my skin is theirs\nI feel like a newborn\nAnd I feel like a newborn\nAwake on my airplane, awake on my airplane\nI feel so real\n\n[Chorus]\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember, yeah\n[Verse 2]\nI don't believe in, I don't believe in\nYour sanctity, your privacy\nI don't believe in, I don't believe in\nSanctity, a hypocrisy\nCould everyone agree that\nNo one should be left alone?\nCould everyone agree that\nThey should not be left alone? Yeah\nAnd I feel like a newborn\nAnd I feel like a newborn\nKicking and screaming\n\n[Chorus]\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, dad, what do you think about your son now?\nHey, dad, what do you think about your son now?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture? I won't remember\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture?\n'Cause I won't remember\nCould you take my picture? I won't remember\n'Cause I won't remember, yeah8",0
325,Acid_Bath___Scream_of_The_Butterfly,sad,"""Scream of the Butterfly  A creature made of sunshine\nHer eyes were like the sky\nRabbit howls like something of a twisted lullaby\nThe scalpel shines in god's sunshine\nThe streetlights whisper pain\nDown here near the poison stream\nOur god has gone insane\nShe smiles like a child with flowers in her hair\nWith blood on her hands\nInto the sun she stares\nShe feels it die\nI heard her cry\nShe smiles like a child with flowers in her hair\nWith blood on her hands\nInto the sun she stares\nShe feels it die\nI heard her cry...\nLike the scream of the butterfly\n\nSunshine in the house of flames\nShe likes it where she gets it\nBut it's never felt the same\nSurgery, in the house of dissection\nWhen your candle burns out I will resurrect you\nShe runs\nThrough fields of daisies\nYeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies\nWho cares cause the air is free\nWhen you get there will you kiss the dead for me?\n\nThere's blood on the moon and the summer is cold\nThere's love in the room but baby, that's gettin' old\nThere's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore\nA highway of emptiness and I'm gettin' bored\n\nThere's blood on the moon as we plan our escape\nThe goddess in bloom\nHandcuffed and raped\nThere's blood in the bathtub baby\nMurdered the king\nThere's blood on the moon\nThere's blood on just about everything\nYou might also likeSunshine in the house of flames\nShe likes it where she gets it\nBut it's never felt the same\nSurgery, in the house of dissection\nWhen your candle burns out, I will resurrect you\nShe runs\nThrough fields of daisies\nYeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies\nWho cares cos the air is free\nWhen you get there will you kiss the dead for me?\n\nSomething cold is forced inside her a tear spills down her cheek\nStillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak\nWith sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams are liquid blue\nI cut myself again and again to remind myself of you\n\nShe smiles like a child with flowers in her hair\nWith blood on her hands\nInto the sun she stares\nShe feels it die\nI heard her cry\n\nShe smiles like a child with flowers in her hair\nWith blood on her hands\nInto the sun she stares\nShe feels it die\nI heard her cry\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun\nWanted by the FBI\nWe dropped some acid\nKilled our parents\nThen we hit the road\n\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nYeah\n\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nLike the scream of the butterfly\nYeah4",1
9286,Flunk___True_Faith,calm,"""True Faith  I feel so extraordinary\nSomething's got a hold on me\nI get this feeling I'm in motion\nA sudden sense of liberty\n\nI don't care 'cos I'm not there\nAnd I don't care if I'm here tomorrow\nAgain and again I've taken too much\nOf the thing that costs you too much\n\nI used to think that the day would never come\nI'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near\nTo the childhood I lost replaced by fear\nI used to think that the day would never come\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun\nWhen I was a very small boy\nVery small boys talked to me\nNow that we've grown up together\nThey're afraid of what they see\n\nThat's the price that we all pay\nValue destiny comes to nothing\nI can't tell you where we're going\nI guess there's just no way of knowing\n\nI used to think that the day would never come\nI'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near\nTo the childhood I lost replaced by fear\nI used to think that the day would never come\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun\n\nI feel so extraordinary\nSomething's got a hold on me\nI get this feeling I'm in motion\nA sudden sense of liberty\n\nThe chances are we've gone too far\nYou took my time and you took my money\nNow I feel you've left me standing\nIn a world that's so demanding\nYou might also likeI used to think that the day would never come\nI'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun\nMy morning sun is the drug that brings me near\nTo the childhood I lost replaced by fear\nI used to think that the day would never come\nThat my life would depend on the morning sun",2
532,Air___Heavens_Light,calm,"""Heaven’s Light  [Verse 1]\nOn the way to the heaven's light\nWhere the time doesn't matter\nYou're so fine\nTake my hand\nPut me on the top of the world\n\n[Verse 2]\nOn the way to the heaven's light\nYou'll be hiding behind the moon\nYou're so fine\nYou look in my mind\nPut me on the top of the world\n[Verse 3]\nOn the way to the heaven's light\nThings go up things go down\nAll love stays around\nPut me on the top of the world",2
4319,Britney_Spears___The_Beat_Goes_On,happy,"""The Beat Goes On  [Verse 1]\nDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain\nLa-di-da-di-di\nLa-di-da-di-da\nWait 'til you have reached the age, blah-blah\nHistory has turned the page, blah-blah\nBut we still wanna hear a brand new thing, uh-huh\nWe still need a song to sing, uh-huh\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\n[Verse 2]\nDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain\nLa-di-da-di-di\nLa-di-da-di-da\nLove is the first and last thing on our minds\nFrom tomorrow 'til the end of time\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes—\nAnd the beat goes—\nAnd the beat goes on\n\n[Verse 3]\nDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain\nLa-di-da-di-di\nLa-di-da-di-da\nWe still move to a rhythm just like this\nWe still dream of sharing our first kiss\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain\nLa-di-da-di-di\nLa-di-da-di-da\nThe world keeps turning faster everyday Everyday\nWe still wanna dance the night away\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on\nAnd the beat goes on",0
1179,Anaal_Nathrakh___This_Cannot_Be_The_End,anger,"'This Cannot Be the End  [Disclaimer: The   shown here are transcribed by fans and members of the Genius community. They are not published, verified, or authorized by the band, and as a result, cannot be guaranteed to be accurate.]\n\nBury the past, sever regrets\nDestroy yourself, this cannot be the end\n\nSilent creator, whoever has glorified war\nSpeaking thine forbidden words:\nBury the past, sever regrets\nDestroy yourself, this cannot be the endYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
2442,Bandits_of_the_Acoustic_Revolution___Dear_Sergio,happy,"""Dear Sergio  Run run run, all you do is fucking run\nBut you'll never run away from yourself\nI know it's hard, but you've been there before\nAnd you know you're gonna be there again\nI don't care, what the stars may say\nBecause they always feed their bullshit to me\nIt's kind of sad, how you lost what you had\nAnd you're never gonna have it again and so I said:\nHey Sergio, it's getting kinda hot in here. So I said:\nHey Sergio, you've gotta get me out of here. So I said hey\nEvery other day you don't care what they say\nBecause they always leave you two steps behind\nYou try to smile and it lasts for awhile\nBut they always send you back to the start\nEenie meenie miney mo, they shoot down everyone\nYou know and then they leave you there all alone\nYou wish they'd stop, but they never give up\nAnd you know deep inside, that you're stuck and so I say:\nHey Sergio, it's getting kinda hot in here. So I said:\nHey Sergio, you've gotta get us out of here. So I said hey\n\nSergio laughed for the last time today\nHe said It never really bothered me:\nWe all have dues to pay\nLike a man that's cut off at the knee\nHe hobbles, and hobbles because nothing is free\nSo wake up, wake up, wake up\nBut don't cry because you'll fuck up your make up\nAnd if you do, you won't get laid\nYou won't make money, no you won't get paid\nAnd you act so free, you act so free\nEverybody's laughing because you act so free\nWell you might fool them\nBut you can't fool me with your mindless chatter\nLike I don't need them, I don't need help\nI don't even need to see the end\nYou might also likeHey Sergio, it's getting kinda hot in here. So I said:\nHey Sergio, you've gotta get us out of here. So I said hey",0
7811,Eels___Trouble_With_Dreams,sad,"""Trouble with Dreams  There's nothing that i wanna do\nMore than get alone and be with you\nTrouble with dreams is they don't come true\nAnd when they do they can't catch up to you\n\nYou don't need a thing from me\nBut i need something big from you\n'cause you know i've got\nAn awful lot of big dreams\n\nI'm walking down a lonely road\nClear to me now but i was never told\nTrouble with dreams is you never know\nWhen to hold on and when to let go\nIf you let me down it's alright\nAt least that leaves something for me\n'cause you know i've got\nAn awful lot of big dreams\n\nThis is the life that i must lead now\nCrossing fingers and wiping brow\nTrouble with dreams is you can't pretend\nSomething with no beginning has an end\n\nYou don't need a thing from me\nBut i need something big from you\n'cause you know i've got an awful lot of big dreams",1
3478,Blind_Willie_McTell___Georgia_Rag,sad,"""Georgia Rag  Down on Atlanta on Harris Street\nThat's where the boys and gals do meet\n\nOut in the alley in the street\nEvery little kid that you meet\n\nBuzz all around like a bee\nShake it like a ship on the sea\n\nCame all the way from Paris France\nCome into Atlanta to get a chance\nGrab your mama and hold her tight\nLet's mess around the rest of the night\n\nGrip your head way up high\nGrab your daddy and make him cry\n\nPeople come from miles around\nGet in Dark Town to break them down\n\nDown in dark town night and day\nTrying to dance them blues away\n\nGo all the way back to Newport News\nSinging these doggone Atlanta blues",1
6683,Daylight_Dies___Hollow_Hands,sad,"""Hollow Hands  One day you will find a letter\nWords escaping form a drowning man\nGiving in\nLosing hope\nSurrendering\nTo the hands of time\n\nSo hard to see what's leaving you\nThe youth draining from our eyes\n\nSo hard to feel what's killing us\nThe slow, collapsing of our lives\nMy hands have lost their substance\nThey slowly lose all shape before my eyes\nAlways shaking\nAlways thinning\nAlways numb\nAlways fading\nIn the light of day",1
364,Adam_Lambert___Fever,happy,"""Fever  [Intro]\nThere he goes\nMy baby walks so slow\nSexual tic-tac-toe\nYeah, I know we both know\nIt isn't time, no\nBut could you be m-mine?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe'll never get too far\nJust you, me, and the bar\nSilly ménage à trois, sometimes\nWould you be m-mine?\nWould you be m-mine?\nWould you be m-mine?\n[Chorus]\nOh baby, light's on\nBut your mom's not home\nI'm sick of laying down alone, hey\nWith this fever, fever, yeah\nMy one and own\nI wanna get you alone\nGive you fever, fever, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere it goes\nYou stole my soul and so\n'Cause sweetheart\nNo-no-nobody a-kno-kno-knows me\nOr can find me, ooh\nTime to be m-mine, mine\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLet's get inside your car\nJust you, me and the stars\nKind of ménage à trois, sometimes\nWould you be m-mine?\nWould you be m-mine?\nWould you be m-mine?\n\n[Chorus]\nOh baby, light's on\nBut your mom's not home\nI'm sick of laying down alone, hey\nWith this fever, fever, yeah\nMy one and own\nI wanna get you alone\nGive you fever, fever, yeah\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah!\nYou baby, oh baby, oh baby, yeah, oh baby, you're mine!\nBaby, you're mine, mine, you're mine\n\n[Chorus]\nOh baby, light's on\nBut your mom's not home\nI'm sick of laying down alone, hey\nWith this fever, fever, yeah\nMy one and own\nI wanna get you alone\nGive you a fever, fever, yeah\nOh baby, light's on\nBut your mom's not home\nI'm sick of laying down alone, hey\nWith this a fever, fever, yeah\nMy one and own\nI wanna get you alone, yeah\nGive you fever, fever, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nGive you my f-f-fever, my f-fever\nGive you my f-f-fever, my f-fever!\nGive you fever, fever, yeah\nGive you fever, fever, yeah!1",0
1152,Amy_Millan___Skinny_boy,calm,"""Skinny Boy  [Verse]\nSkinny boy, all bones, no lies\nYou're so miserable in the morning\nWill you wait up for me?\nIt's sordid and I can't find my feet\nAnd you've got lips I could spend a day with\n\n[Verse]\nSkinny boy, somewhere some prostitution\nSome denial, some doubt, some dance\nThey're coming with swords through the backdoor\nAnd there you are on the fence\nWith those lips I could spend a day with\n[Outro]\nWhen it's done, I'll drink champagne\nTo the lonely, lonely in me\nMonday, Tuesday, so lonely\nWednesday, Thursday, only me\nFriday, Saturday, only me\nHere comes Sunday",2
2461,Barry_Manilow___This_Guys_In_Love_With_You,happy,"""This Guy’s in Love with You  You see this guy, this guy's in love with you\nYes I'm in love who looks at you the way I do\nWhen you smile I can tell it know each other very well\n\nHow can I show you I'm glad I got to know you 'cause\nI've heard some talk they say you think I'm fine\nThis guy's in love and what I'd do to make you mine\nTell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know\n\nMy hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause\nI need your love, I want your love\nSay you're in love and you'll be my guy, if not I'll just die\nTell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know\nMy hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause\nI need your love, I want your love\nSay you're in love and you'll be my girl, if not I'll just dieSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30",0
1896,As_I_Lay_Dying___Meaning_In_Tragedy,anger,"'Meaning in Tragedy  I have traveled so far to find so little\nMeaning in tragedy or tragedy\nIn the search for meaning\nDark clouds have lead me here\n\nConfined freedom\nGuides us to security\nWhat if everything yeah\nI have been taught is a lie\nAnd all of my teachers\nHave been wrong this whole time\nCompelling us to fight\nThe battles they would not\nThey have already won\nAnd we have already lost\nIf we do not learn from their mistakes\nWe have already lost\n\nWe have already lost\nIf we do not learn to changeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
9121,Fionn_Regan___Abacus,sad,"""Abacus  The grass is screaming long\nMidnight cars roll past\nI've been chasing your room\nWhile the summer lasts\nSo count it on your fingers\nIf we got it wrong\nIt's 'cause the days have no numbers\nIf we leave tonight then we leave it all behind\n\nDrinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore\nHoney dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath\nThe floor\nSo count it on your fingers\nIf we got it wrong\nIt's cause the days have no numbers\nIf we leave tonight\nThen we leave it all behindYou might also like2",1
1306,Angelic_Upstarts___Police_Oppression,anger,"""Police Oppression  I just can't take much more of this oppression\nI'm going out of my head and it's getting that impression\nI'm gonna go out for a walk\nI'm gonna sit down and have talk\nThey're asking me how\nAnd they're asking me why\nHave you ever seen grown men cry?\n\nPolice police police oppression\nPolice police police oppression\nReally find it hard even walking round the streets\nHey I know you son I'll knock you off your feet\nSame number a million times before\nShut your mouth son or I'll knock you on the floor\n\nPolice police police oppression\nPolice police police oppression\n\nI just can't take much more of this oppression\nI'm going out of my head and it's getting that impression\nI'm gonna go out for a walk\nI'm gonna sit down and have talk\nThey're asking me how\nAnd they're asking me why\nHave you ever seen grown men cry?\n\nPolice police police oppression\nPolice police police oppression\n\nLying in the cells is really no fun\nCutting the bricks learning some tricks\nAsk me no questions and I'll tell you no lies\nIs being different really a crime?\n\nPolice police police oppression\nPolice police police oppression\nPolice police police police police",3
9066,Fine_Young_Cannibals___She_Drives_Me_Crazy,happy,"""She Drives Me Crazy  [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can't stop the way I feel\nThings you do don't seem real\nTell me what you've got in mind\n'Cause we're running out of time\nWon't you ever set me free?\nThis waiting 'round's killing me\n\n[Chorus]\nShe drives me crazy\nLike no one else\nShe drives me crazy\nAnd I can't help myself\n[Verse 2]\nI can't get any rest\nPeople say I'm obsessed\nEverything you say is lies\nBut to me, there's no surprise\nWhat I had for you was true\nThings go wrong, they always do\n\n[Chorus]\nShe drives me crazy\nLike no one else\nShe drives me crazy\nAnd I can't help myself\n\n[Verse 3]\nI won't make it on my own\nNo one likes to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nShe drives me crazy\nLike no one else\nShe drives me crazy\nAnd I can't help myself\nShe drives me crazy\nLike no one else\nShe drives me crazy\nAnd I can't help myself\nShe drives me crazy\nLike no one else\nShe drives me crazy\nAnd I can't help myselfYou might also like3",0
818,Alien_Ant_Farm___Universe,sad,"""Universe  We should have waited\nWe should have waited\nIts alright\nWe should have waited\n\nChorus:\nWe love to break the season\nWe used to shake the beehive\nTo relax and rewind\n\nWe should have waited\nIts alright now\nSee why you cry. see why you save\nYour regimen is gonna die\nSee what you know\nLet's see what you throw\nYour regimen\n\nWaiting? So\nWaiting? I know\n\nChorus\nWe love to break the season\nWe used to shake the beehive\nTo rewind\n\nWe should have waited\nIts alright now\n\nSee why you came. see why you go\nYour regimen is oh too slow\nSee why you cry. get sting from the hive\nYour regimen\n\nWaiting? So\nWaiting? I know\nAnd I don't mind!\nYou might also likeChorus\nWe love to break the season\nAnd your the reason\nWe used to shake the beehive\nTo relax\n\nWe love to break the season\nAnd your the reason\nWe used to shake the beehive\nAnd rewind\n\nSee! And we don't mind\nAre you sane? Are you ashamed?\n\nSee! And we don't mind\nAre you sane? Are you ashamed?\n\nSee! And we don't mind\nAnd we don't mind\nAnd we don't mind\n\nAnd we don't mind!\nWe love to break the season\nAnd your the reason\nWe used to shake the beehive\nTo relax and rewind",1
196,ANJA_GARBAREK___This_Momentous_Day,sad,"""This Momentous Day  On this momentous day\nCurious seduction\nThe most striking thing\nChanges colour and it's shape\nHissing words of no safety any more\n\nOn this momentous day\nAlready in position\nSo delicate so clean\nI forget to leave\nAnd my name has long, long gone\nHey James, if you wish the race is on\nHey James, if you please the chase is on\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall the visual\n\nOn this momentous day\nThe story's in the background\nNo need to tell\nI've got shadows crossing my face\nAs I run my hands along\n\nOn this momentous day\nSeems to've cracked wide open\nLeaving nothing left to dream\nI hear myself scream\nIs this land or more sky\n\nDid you notice that we moved\nMoved fast\nAlong this thin strip\nFlashing\nDo you think we were followed here\nFollow me\n'Cause there'll be no flight there'll be a killing\n\nHey James, if you wish the race is on\nHey James, if you please the chase is on\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall the visual\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall\nI'm ready, ready, ready to recall the visual\nYou might also likeOn this momentous day\nNo effort is made\nNo visible sign\nOf any kind\nThat this will ever end",1
5821,Coph_Nia___The_Hall_Of_Truth,sad,"'The Hall Of Truth  I did do evil\nI did commit violence\nI tormented many hearts\nI did steal\nI caused someone to be treacherously killed\nI lessened the offerings\nI did harm\nI uttered lies\nI made people weep\nI committed acts of self-pollution\nI fornicated\nI trespassed\nI did commit perfidy\nI damaged cultivated land\nI was an accuser\nI was angry without sufficient reason\nI turned a deaf ear to the words of truth\nI committed witchcraft\nI blasphemed\nI caused a slave to be maltreated by his master\nI did despise God in my heart...\nI have purloined offerings\nI have stolen the property of God\nI have carried away food\nI have been an eavesdropper\nI have slandered man\nI have debauched the likes of man\nI have terrorized\nI have transgressed the law\nI have been wroth\nI have multiplied my words in speaking\nI have worked witchcraft against the king\nI have stopped the flow of water\nI have raised my voice\nI have cursed God\nI have acted with arrogance\nI have stolen the bread of the Gods\nI have carried away the khenfu cakes from the Spirits of the dead\nI have slain the cattle belonging to the God\nI have made light to the bushel\nI did do evilYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
9100,Fiona_Apple___Criminal,sad,"""TranslationsFrançaisCriminal  [Verse 1]\nI've been a bad, bad girl\nI've been careless with a delicate man\nAnd it's a sad, sad world\nWhen a girl will break a boy just because she can\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't you tell me to deny it\nI've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins\nI've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true\nAnd I just don't know where I can begin\n[Chorus]\nOoh\nWhat I need is a good defense\n'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal\nAnd I need to be redeemed\nTo the one I've sinned against\nBecause he's all I ever knew of love\n\n[Verse 2]\nHeaven, help me for the way I am\nSave me from these evil deeds before I get them done\nI know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand\nBut I keep livin' this day like the next will never come\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, help me, but don't tell me to deny it\nI've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'til I'm good enough for him\nI've got a lot to lose and I'm bettin' high, so I'm beggin' you\nBefore it ends just tell me where to begin\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I need is a good defense\n'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal\nAnd I need to be redeemed\nTo the one I've sinned against\nBecause he's all I ever knew of love\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nLet me know the way\nBefore there's hell to pay\nGive me room to lay the law and let me go\nI've got to make a play\nTo make my lover stay\nSo, what would an angel say?\nThe devil wants to know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I need is a good defense\n'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal\nAnd I need to be redeemed\nTo the one I've sinned against\nBecause he's all I ever knew of love\nWhat I need is a good defense\n'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal\nAnd I need to be redeemed\nTo the one I've sinned against\nBecause he's all I ever knew of love13",1
5420,Christina_Milian___When_You_Look_At_Me,happy,"'When You Look at Me  [Chorus]\nTell me, who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out on me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am?\nLooks can be deceiving\nBetter guess again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou\'re probably thinking that I want those things\nCash, cars, diamond rings\nThinkin\' on my side the grass is green\nBut you don\'t know where I have been\nI could be a wolf in disguise\nI could be an angel in your eyes\nNever judge a book by its cover\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI could be a crook or your lover\nI could be the one or the other\nIf you\'d look beneath, you\'d discover\nYou just don\'t know me!\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me, who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out on me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am?\nLooks can be deceiving\nBetter guess again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou look at your neighbor, thinking ""What a guy!""\n\'Cause he\'s got a 9-5\nAnd I bet that you don\'t realize\nHe stalks you while you sleep at night\nBut you\'re scared of the homeless guy\nThink he\'s gonna wanna start a fight\nNever judge a book by its cover\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI could be a crook or your lover\nI could be the one or the other\nIf you\'d look beneath, you\'d discover\nYou just don\'t know me!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nTell me, who do you think you see? Who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out on me On me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am?\nLooks can be deceiving Can be deceiving\nBetter guess again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me\nTell me, who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out on me On me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am?\nLooks can be deceiving Can be deceiving\nBetter guess again again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me\n\n[bridge]\nNow tell me, who do you think I am? Huh?\nYou don\'t even know me\nWell, did you think about this?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI could be a crook or your lover\nI could be the one or the other\nIf you\'d look beneath, you\'d discover\nYou just don\'t know me!\n[Chorus]\nTell me, who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out Out on me On me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am? Who do you think I am?\nLooks can be deceiving\nBetter guess again Again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me\nTell me, who do you think you see? Who do you think you see?\nYou\'re standing in your corner looking out on me On me\nYou think I\'m so predictable\nTell me, who do you think I am? Oh\nLooks can be deceiving\nBetter guess again Again\nTell me what you see\nWhen you look at me3Embed', 'default'",0
3308,Black_Flag___American_Waste,anger,"""American Waste  The worlds got some plans for me\nCourthouse, jails and factories\nBlack and whites on the street\nFor me for me\n\nI see my place in american waste\nFaced with choices I can't take\nAmerican waste american waste\nOn my own I see my fate\n\nOn my own on the way out\nSmall enough it's all spelled out\nI know what I see what I want\nThe doors are closed in this maze\nI see my place in american waste\nFaced with choices I can't take\n\nAmerican waste american waste\nOn my own I see my fate\n\nBoredom looks for it's kicks\nGoing down on death\nI see it coming\nI can't do anything\n\nNot for me not for me\nI won't end up in the heap\nI want out I'm free\nBurning burning\n\nI see my place in american waste\nFaced with choices I can't take\nAmerican waste american waste\nOn my own I see my fate",3
7852,Ego_Likeness___Wolves,sad,"""Wolves  Go on and throw them to the wolves my sweet angels\nGo on and lead them to the woods and run\nYou say you're not afraid when the bright sun falls away\nBut I know you're a liar you tend to give it away\n\nAnd I think it's quite likely, I'm a terrible girl inside\nAnd you hate my intuition as I hate my stupid rhymes\n\nIf you need me I'll be around, you can ask me any questions\nI'll tell you whatever you think you need to hear, any lie or confession\nAnd if you need me I'll be right here, In the seas or in the quarries\nI'll have all my papers and books and calligraphy pens to tell your brilliant story\nAnd I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside and you hate my intuition as I hate my wretched pride\nSo go on and throw me to the wolves my murderous angels. Just lead me to the naked and vicious woods and run",1
8712,Evil_Superstars___Oh_Girl,calm,"""Oh Girl  Oh girl feel my electric heartache\nI don't deserve you\nYou can pinch my eyeball\nDarling sweetheart pain of great art\nOh I cry so much\nThat I walk with my big red head in a diaper\nBaby I love your grandpa\nwe had hot fun in the pet store\nWith a friendly reptile\nOh girl I feel my eyeball cuz you electric toothpick\nYou did put in it\nDarling sweetheart pain of great art\nTwo three see me please\nCall emergency\nOh I cry so much with my other eye\nOh I walk with my blind head against the closet\nOh girl",2
9176,Five_Satins___In_the_Still_of_the_Night,happy,"""In the Still of the Night  [Verse 1]\nIn the still of the night\nI held you, held you tight\n'Cause I love, love you so\nPromise I'll never let you go\nIn the still of the night In the still of the night\n\n[Verse 2]\nI remember that night in May I remember, I remember\nThe stars were bright above I remember, I remember\nI'll hope and I'll pray I remember, I remember\nTo keep your precious love\n[Verse 3]\nWell before the light\nHold me again\nWith all of your might\nIn the still of the night In the still of the night\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo before the light, hold me again\nWith all of your might\nIn the still of the night In the still of the night\nIn the still of the nightYou might also like3",0
7690,Echobelly___Scream,sad,"""Scream  What's it all about ah ha ha\nSpent my whole life praying for a chance to be here\nAnd things are not the same as expected\nIt's been a hard time\n\nOh to be wrong\nThere's no heaven in the sky\nHave you ever\nWell here's your chance and you can't tell me\nThis is wrong\nThere's no heaven in the sky\nHave you ever, have you ever, have you ever\nCared to scream\nFirst you steal my breath ha ha ha\nAnd now i'm short on trust\nI stand up for the test\nAnd then I lie down\n\nOh to be wrong\nThere's no heaven in the sky\nHave you ever\nWell here's your chance and you can't tell us\nThis is wrong\nThere's no heaven in the sky\nHave you ever, have you ever, have you ever\nCared to scream\nCared to scream\n\nLet me take you down\n'Cos I feel divine\nLike some holy cow\nOn a fallen shrine\nLike a waterfall\nMade of alcohol\nOh why, tell me why\n\nWaiting for a friend ah ha ha\nIt's been a long time\nI'm waiting here again\nSuch a long time\nYou might also likeLong, Long, Long\nLong, Long, long\nYou, oh you bring me down\nYou, you kill me\nYou kill me\nYou kill me",1
3340,Black_Math_Horseman___A_Barren_Cause,sad,"'A Barren Cause  Order of the dream\nMan and destiny\nI do not believe modern man is free\nAll the land is lost by hand and cross\nThe sand and rocks all can be bought\nA book of laws\nA man who fought\nA war of gods will be forgottenYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2020,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Fuck_All,anger,"'Fuck All!  It\'s about time that the Atari Teenage Riot is taking over...\nAnd some people look at you and they ask you:\n""Where is the fun you promised me?""\n\nFuck! you won\'t cry for me\nTurn around my ideas\nI don\'t need your fuckin\' attitude\nFuck all! Fuck all!\nFuck all! Fuck all!\nFuck all! All!\nFuck all!\nCut all policemen into pieces!\nFuck all! Fuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nI just don\'t know\nWhat you try to tell me\nThis can\'t be true\nYou make me feel nothing!\nNothing!\nYou lie to yourself!\n\nCome on, you stupid pig, get the fuck away!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\n\nDid you try to say anything? But how?\nYou can\'t escape, you can\'t!\nLosing control doesn\'t always have to lead into danger\nYou have no choice or do you wanna stay a slave?\nAre you going to resign? Are you going to resign?\n\nWe disharmonize the entertainment industry\nLet\'s destroy the future! From here, from now\nWe are resistance! We are the resistance!\nOnly when the old has died the new has a chance to be born\nI am going to reset\nFuck all!\nFuck all! Fuck over the state!\nFuck all! Fuck all!\nFuck all! All!\nFuck all!\nFuck all! All!\nFuck all!\nFuck all! Fuck all!\nNow it\'s your turn - we\'ve got other things to do\nFuck all!\nYou can\'t return now... you can\'t return\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nFuck all!\nYou can\'t returnYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
7288,Dismemberment_Plan___Time_Bomb,sad,"""Time Bomb  Well I\nI am a time bomb, and I\nI lay forgotten at the bottom of your heart\nI'm fine\nTicking away the hours 'til I blow your world apart\n\nI\nI am a poison, and I\nI am still coursing through your bloodstream like a ghost\nLike wine\nGathering vintage for the day I hurt the most\nI\nI am a landmine, and I\nI lay on the soil burned out by battles you thought you'd won\nI've got time\nTo wait for the footsteps of a memory that's on the run\n\nWell I\nI am a tar pit, and I\nI swell like a living thing, all at the slightest touch\nA black grime, yeah\nSwallowing everything, a cold and timeless clutch\n\nI\nWell I am a trip wire, and I\nI'm stretching across the road you're barreling down tonight\nA thin-ish twine\nWaiting to be released right beyond your sight\n\nI\nWell I am a fault line, and I\nI'm pulling apart the ground that lay beneath your newest seed\nSo fine\nMoving in inches now, I'm crawling, I'm cutting, I'm cleaving, like a knife\n\nWell I\nI am a time bomb, and I\nI only live in that one moment in which you die\nIt's not right\nIt's not what I wanted then, but you know and I know there's no going back\nYou might also likeI\nI am a lost soul, and I\nI send out a sickened light for anyone to see\nA cry for help\nYeah, a warning to stay away\nThe burning, the blinding, the reaching in darkness\nWhy, yeah, yeah1",1
7680,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___The_Killing_Moon_All_Night_Version,sad,"""The Killing Moon All Night version  [Verse]\nUnder blue moon I saw you\nSo soon you'll take me\nUp in your arms, too late to beg you\nOr cancel it, though I know it must be\nThe killing time\nUnwillingly mine\n\n[Chorus]\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\n[Verse]\nIn starlit nights I saw you\nSo cruelly you kissed me\nYour lips, a magic world\nYour sky all hung with jewels\nThe killing moon\nWill come too soon\n\n[Chorus]\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\n\n[Verse]\nUnder blue moon I saw you\nSo soon you'll take me\nUp in your arms, too late to beg you\nOr cancel it, though I know it must be\nThe killing time\nUnwillingly mine\n\n[Chorus]\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also likeFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\nYou give yourself to him\n\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la\nLa la la la la\n\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\nYou give yourself to him\n\nLa la\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la la la la\n\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\nFate\nUp against your will\nThrough the thick and thin\nHe will wait until\nYou give yourself to him\n\nLa la la la la\nLa la la la\nLa la la la la\nLa la la",1
579,Akrobatik___Remind_My_Soul,calm,"'Remind My Soul  Yeah, it\'s gettin\' wild out here\nIt makes me wonder how a black man could ever raise a child out here\nYou know the old krumbsnatcha\'s in this land of decay\nSo why we killin\' for the crumbs when there\'s so much at stake?\nWe\'re no longer suposed to be slaves\nI bet Harriet Tubman will be turnin\' in her grave\nLike remind my soul\n\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\n\nMy elders all feel the same there\'s no bravery\nWe\'re supposed to fight for freedom not just the end of slavery\nAre we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels\nSo our youth don\'t get played out for fools?\nWill they get program how to behave?\nMalcolm X must be turnin\' in his grave\nLike remind my soul\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\nThe time we were great before the self hate x3\nThe time we were great\nWait, we still great, but\n\nI met up with this dread, said ""Peace, Respect""\nHe said ""Respect? Me not seen that around here yet\nBlack man kill himself for limited amount of wealth\nAnd them disrespecting women so him disrespect himself""\nI agree for what the dread had to get off of his chest\nBob Marley will be disturbed from his rest\nLike remind my soul\n\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\n\nCan\'t work a dead end 9 to 5 for what\nTo be another victim of social security cuts?\nI gotta cut myself from the chains and run free\nEmpower myself to be my own authority\nPeople die so I don\'t have to be a runaway slave\nNat Turner must be turnin\' in his grave\nLike remind my soul\n\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\nThe time we were great before the self hate x3\nThe time we were great\nWait, we still great, but\nYou might also likeWe\'re taught to worship these rappers and athletes and actors\nMany who think they better and they walk right past ya\nIt\'s what you do off camera and off the court\nThat really makes you worthy of the people support\nBut some brothers get those millions and forget how to behave\nArther Ashe must be turnin\' in his grave\nLike remind my soul\n\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\n\nWe crabs in a barrel, you ain\'t gettin out until I do first\nAnd that\'s why the guns burst\nWhatever happened to strength in numbers?\nSome of the greatest minds on the planet are among us\nBut so many start on strugglin\' and never get saved\nMan, Martin must be turnin\' in his grave\nLike remind my soul\n\nOf the time we were great before the self hate\nThe time we were great before the self hate x3\nThe time we were great\n\nRemind my soul\nOf the time we were great before the self hate yo\nYeahEmbed', 'default'",2
5321,Chris_Cornell___Enemy,happy,"""Enemy  [Verse 1]\nEvery time the blood runs to my head, I hear the ring\nSomething to remind me I'm not dead or caught in between\nI listen to the voice and what it says, it's never sweet\nSomething I was born into, I guess, living in me\n\n[Chorus]\nNo price, nothing I pay will make it alright\nNothing I see will make it lose sight\nNothing I take will make me sleep at night, sleep at night\nWhen I look within I feel like I should be running, running, running, running\nI will never sake this feeling till I feel nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me, enemy, enemy, enemy\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me, enemy, enemy, enemy\n[Bridge]\nEvery time I take another breath, I feel the sting\nEveryone around me seems so numb, I feel everything\n\n[Chorus]\nNo price, nothing I pay will make it alright\nNothing I see will make it lose sight\nNothing I take will make me sleep at night, sleep at night\nWhen I look within I feel like I should be running, running, running, running\nI will never sake this feeling till I feel nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me, enemy, enemy, enemy\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me, enemy, enemy, enemy\n\n[Bridge]\nTaking my time to untangle the wires and stare into my sanity\nDropping the hammer and pulling the trigger I know now the bullet is me\n\n[Outro]\nI'm the enemy inside of me\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me enemy, enemy, enemy\nI'm the enemy, enemy, enemy inside of me enemy, enemy, enemy",0
8066,Elliott_Smith___Pretty_Mary_K,sad,"""Pretty Mary K  Almost forgot, started to say\nRode into the sun\nAsked everyone, Hallelujah\nPretty Mary Kay\n\nI found faith in the infirmary\nThere's a soldier lying in bed\nWith a wound to the head\nCalling out to pretty Mary Kay\n\nHere's what you get\nFor things that haven't happened yet\nHappened upon, pretty Mary Kay\nBut a soldier's uniform waved it away\nI walk 'round the door, talked to St. James\nThough I'm already done and ask everyone\nHave you seen her, pretty Mary Kay\nHave you seen her, pretty Mary Kay",1
5632,Coheed_and_Cambria___Devil_In_Jersey_City,happy,"""Devil in Jersey City  [Intro]\nHee-hee, Shabutie\n\n[Verse 1]\nNew Jersey bound, when sound asleep\nThey'll find you at your most vulnerable pole position\nSpeak up, let out, when down the street\nThe corner boys fuck shit up\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nScream loud, scream sayonara\nSweet Josephine, will you follow me home?\nScream loud, scream sayonara\nSweet Josephine, will you fuck me back home?\n[Chorus]\nLet's fire it up, ha-ha, now\nLet's fire it up, ha-ha, now\nSayonara!\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDon't let them scare you\nWhen you're down on the floor bleeding bastard\nYou'll be getting home real soon\nAnd I'll pray for you high health\nDon't let them scare you\nWhen you're down on the floor bleeding bastard\nYou'll be getting home real soon\n\n[Verse 2]\nSpeak up, let out, caught in the crossfire\nCompared to the step to the bone that might break\nIt's too late to find a better way out of this\nWith the finest regards that I lost in the cracks of this street\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nScream loud, scream sayonara\nWide open, now you're dead and gone\nSweet Josephine, will you follow me home?\nScream loud, scream sayonara\nSweet Josephine, will you fuck me back home?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLet's fire it up, ha-ha, now\nLet's fire it up, ha-ha, now\nSayonara!\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDon't let them scare you\nWhen you're down on the floor bleeding bastard\nYou'll be getting home real soon\nAnd I'll pray for you high health\nDon't let them scare you\nWhen you're down on the floor bleeding bastard\nYou'll be getting home real soon\n\n[Bridge]\nDon't let them scare you\n\n[Outro]\nTake me home\nWhen you run, they'll follow you\nTake me home\nWhen you run, they'll follow you\nTake me home\nWhen you run, they'll follow you\nTake me home3",0
4409,Brother_Hood_Of_Man___Save_Your_Kisses_For_Me,happy,"""Save Your Kisses for Me  [Verse 1]\nThough it hurts to go away, it's impossible to stay\nBut there's one thing I must say before I go\nI love you I love you, you know\nI'll be thinking of you in most everything I do\nNow the time is moving on and I really should be gone\nBut you keep me hanging on for one more smile\nI love you I love you, all the while\nWith your cute little way will you promise that you'll save\n\n[Chorus]\nYour kisses for me, save all your kisses for me\nBye, bye, baby, bye, bye\nDon't cry, honey, don't cry\nGonna walk out the door\nBut I'll soon be back for more\nKisses for me, save all your kisses for me\nSo long, honey, so long\nHang on, baby, hang on\nDon't you dare me to stay\n'Cause you know I'll have to say\n[Verse 2]\nThat I've got to work each day and that's why I go away\nBut I count the seconds 'til I'm home with you\nI love you I love you, it's true\nYou're so cute, honey gee, won't you save them up for me\n\n[Chorus]\nYour kisses for me, save all your kisses for me\nBye, bye, baby, bye, bye\nDon't cry, honey, don't cry\nGonna walk out the door\nBut I'll soon be back for more\nKisses for me, save all your kisses for me\nSo long, honey, so long\nHang on, baby, hang on\nDon't you dare me to stay\n'Cause you know you've got to save\nYour kisses for me, save all your kisses for me\nBye, bye, baby, bye, bye\nDon't cry, honey, don't cry\nWon't you save them for me even though you're only three",0
2815,Ben_Folds_Five___Brick,sad,"'Brick  [Verse 1]\n6:00am, day after Christmas\nI throw some clothes on in the dark\nThe smell of cold, car seat is freezing\nThe world is sleeping, I am numb\n\n[Verse 2]\nUp the stairs to her apartment\nShe is balled up on the couch\nHer mom and dad went down to Charlotte\nThey\'re not home to find us out\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd we drive\nNow that I have found someone\nI\'m feeling more alone\nThan I ever have before\n\n[Chorus]\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly\nOff the coast and I\'m headed nowhere\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly\n\n[Verse 3]\nThey call her name at 7:30\nI pace around the parking lot\nThen I walk down to buy her flowers\nAnd sell some gifts that I got\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCan\'t you see\nIt\'s not me you\'re dying for?\nNow she\'s feeling more alone\nThan she ever has before\n\n[Chorus]\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly\nOff the coast and I\'m headed nowhere\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAs weeks went by, it showed that she was not fine\nThey told me, ""Son, it\'s time to tell the truth""\nAnd she broke down and I broke down\n\'Cause I was tired of lying\n\n[Verse 4]\nDriving back to her apartment\nFor the moment, we\'re alone\nYeah, she\'s alone, and I\'m alone\nAnd now I know it\n\n[Chorus]\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly\nOff the coast and I\'m headed nowhere\nShe\'s a brick and I\'m drowning slowly16Embed', 'default'",1
5507,Clan_Of_Xymox___Be_My_Friend,sad,"""Be My Friend  Your head seems out of faze\nAnd I've seen so many ways\nHow you made apologies\nI felt disgusted\n\nAll the gifts you gave to me\nIt was plain for me to see\nYou leave no stone unturned\nTo win affection\n\nTo be my friend 'til the bitter end\nWhere we shall stand with each other\nAnd dream of days and dream of ways\nWhen we shall be one\nYou stalk me on the phone\nAnd you can't be on your own\nYou have no respect for privacy\nOf others\n\nI've seen hundreds just like you\nHeard the talk and nothing true\nLike with so many cannonballs\nI duck for cover\n\nWho wanna be my friend 'til the bitter end\nWhere we shall stand with each other?\nAnd dream of days and dream of ways\nWhen we shall be one\n\nI keep my ears to the ground\nFor your obsessive daily haunts\nWhen you take all liberties\nFor granted\n\nI don't care how much it hurts\nWhen your bubble's gonna burst\nI can't bring you back to Earth\nSo why bother?\n\nTo be my friend 'til the bitter end\nWhere we shall stand with each other\nI waste my breath and all the rest\nJust make my day and go away\nYou might also likeAnd stop the talk and walk the walk\nAll is null and void, you have no choice\nI dream of days and dream of ways\nWhen you shall be gone",1
6635,David_Poe___The_Drifter,sad,"""The Drifter  You took me like a drifter takes a friend\nI'll never be that honest again\nWhen it seems like nothing's gonna change\nThen your world comes crashing down\nO-oh\n\nYour friends accomodate your darker phase\nAnd then you find it's been a hundred days\nWhen's the last time you remember feeling safe?\nYou're surrounded by assassins in this place\nO-oh\nBut you wanted to be here\nAnd I'm amazed\nIf I appear in every story that you tell, that you tell\nHow can you say that I don't know you well?\nWasn't I the one who caught you when you fell, when you fell\nHow can you say that I don't treat you well?\nWhen I'm ringing out your name like a bell, like a bell\nHow can you say that I don't wish you well?\nI wish you well\n\nYou get that lonely feeling at the door\nEven though you've left this place before\nBecause the truth is, you won't care anymore\n'Til your world comes crashing down\n\nIf I appear in every story that you tell, that you tell\nHow can you say that I don't know you well?\nWasn't I the one who caught you when you fell, when you fell\nHow can you say that I don't treat you well?\nWhen I'm ringing out your name like a bell, like a bell\nHow can you say that I don't wish you well?\nI wish you well",1
548,Air___People_In_The_City,calm,"'People in the City  P-E-O-P-L-E-C-I-T-Y\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\n\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nP-E-O-P-L-E-C-I-T-Y\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\nPeople in the city\n\nOn the sidewalk / people in the city\nNear the street lamp / people in the city\nAt the bus stop / people in the city\nDown the station / people in the city\n\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smiling\nMoving watching working sleeping\nDriving walking talking smilingYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
1143,Amy_MacDonald___Poison_Prince,happy,"""Poison Prince  [Verse 1]\nA poetic genius\nIt's something I don't see\nWhy would a genius\nBe tripping on me?\nAnd he's looking at me now\nBut what he can't see\nIs that I'm looking through his eyes\nSo many lies behind his eyes\nAnd tell me stories\nFrom your past\nAnd sing me songs\nYou wrote before\nI tell you this\nMy poison prince\nYou'll soon be knocking\nOn heaven's door\n[Chorus]\nSome kinda poison prince\nWith your eyes in a daze\nSome kinda poison prince\nYour life is like a maze\nAnd what we all want\nAnd what we all crave\nIs an upbeat song\nSo we can dance the night away\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, who said life was easy?\nWho said life was fair?\nWho said nobody gived a damn\nAnd nobody even cared?\nThe way you're acting now\nLike you left that all behind\nYou've given up, you've given in\nAnother sucker of that slime\n\n[Chorus]\nSome kinda poison prince\nWith your eyes in a daze\nSome kinda poison prince\nYour life is like a maze\nAnd what we all want\nAnd what we all crave\nIs an upbeat song\nSo we can dance the night away\nYou might also likeSome kinda poison prince\nWith your eyes in a daze\nSome kinda poison prince\nYour life is like a maze\nAnd what we all want\nAnd what we all crave\nIs an upbeat song\nSo we can dance the night away",0
1572,Antimatter___Over_Your_Shoulder,sad,"""Over Your Shoulder  Cautiously take cover in the woodland - no mistakes at all\nSome terrain will catch you at your weakest - careful not to fall\nStay by the fire, sip from your water, lie in position, the winds blowing colder\nAll these conditions will keep you from dying as long as you're looking over your shoulder\nStay aware of echoes in the moonlight careful not to call\nDon't engage in any kind of dreaming, conscious through it all\nIf in doubt find space beside a river, careful not to drown\nStick it out, there's hope on the horizon - keep from going down",1
2525,Bauhaus___Silent_Hedges,sad,"'Silent Hedges  Following the silent hedges\nNeeding some other kind of madness\nLooking into purple eyes\nSadness at the corners\nWorks of art with a minimum of steel\n\nPure sensation\nA beautiful downgrade\nGoing to hell again\nGoing to hell again\nSelf confidence leaks from a thousand wounds\nFaults of civilizations\nBurning the private paradise of dreams\nMinus hands of the electric\nClock x4\n\nWhat happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?\nFollowing the silent hedges\nFollowing the silent hedges\nGoing to hell again\n\nPure sensation\nThe beautiful downgrade\nGoing to hell again\nGoing to hell again\nAgain x5You might also like8Embed', 'default'",1
3396,BlackHawk___Brothers_Of_The_Southland,sad,"'Brothers Of The Southland  Henry Paul/Dave Robbins/Peterick\n\nFrom the hills they came\nFrom backwoods without a name\nCarrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul\nDown the dusty roads of Caroline\nThe Tucker boys were friends of mine\nThey echo through the lonely pines\nRunning down the road\nAnd the day the Caldwells died\nBefore the rugged cross we cried\nA voice from deep inside\nSaid you gotta carry on\nAnd on and\nWe are brothers of the southland\nSingers in the same band\nSpirits on the wind\nStanding on this stage together\nOur song goes on forever\nWe are of heavens plans\nWe are brothers of the southland\nBrothers of the southland\n\nTattered old revival tent\nAnd ragged voices heaven sent\nSinging halleluiah and dancing in the aisles\nRonnie was a barefoot child\nAn angels voice and the devils smile\nWe only had him for a little while\nBut the world still sings his songs\n\nAnd the day the freebird died\nBefore the rugged cross we cried\nThey grey ghost he rides\nSaid you gotta carry on\nAnd on and\n\nWe are the brothers of the southland\nSingers in the same band\nSpirits on the wind\nWhoa, Standing on this stage together\nOur songs goes on forever\nWe are part of heavens plan\nWe are brothers of the southland\nBrothers of the southland\nWe are the brothers of the southland\nYou might also like--- Instrumental ---\n\nAnd the day Duane Allman died\nWith Barry Oakly by his side\nThey took one last midnight ride\n\nWhoa, We are brothers of the southland\nSingers in the same band\nSpirits on the wind\nWhoa, Standing on this stage together\nA bridge across forever\nWe are part of heavens plan\nWe are the brothers of the southland\nBrothers of the southland\nBrothers of the southland\nWe are brothers of the southland...Embed', 'default'",1
4145,Bratmobile___Panik,happy,"'Panik  She\'s the hottest whore in town\nThe dominatrix of my dreams\nI know you think it\'s cheezy\nBut she\'s so in luv with me\nShe wants to play guitar\nAnd let me suck her blood\nShe even likes Duran Duran\nTo do it in the mud!\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\n\nShe\'s the straightest girl in town\nThe one who makes me run\nShe\'ll tell me all about her boy\nThen let me chew her gum\nShe\'ll whisper in my ear\nWhen there\'s just no other way\nI\'ll bing her in the eye\nAnd then she\'s like ""No way!""\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\nYou might also likeShe\'s the Joanest Jett around\nLike to get her in my bed\nShe doesn\'t need a crown\nSo I\'ll lasso her instead\nShe wants to play guitar\nAnd let me suck her blood\nShe even likes Duran Duran\nTo do it in the mud!\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is Panik\n\nHer name is Panik\nShe made me panic\nHer name is PanikEmbed', 'default'",0
1438,Anne_Murray___Dannys_Song,calm,"""Danny’s Song  People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one\nAnd we've just begun\nI think I'm gonna have a son\nHe will be like him and me, as free as a dove\nConceived in love\nThe sun is gonna shine above\n\nAnd even though we ain't got money\nI'm so in love with you honey\nEverything will bring a chain of love\nAnd in the morning when I rise\nBring a tear of joy to my eyes\nAnd tell me everything's gonna be all right\nLove a guy who holds the world in a paper cup\nDrink it up\nLove him and he'll bring you luck\nAnd if you find he helps your mind, better take him home\nYeah, and don't you live alone\nTry to earn what lovers own\n\nAnd even though we ain't got money\nI'm so in love with you honey\nEverything will bring a chain of love\nAnd in the morning when I rise\nBring a tear of joy to my eyes\nAnd tell me everything's gonna be all right\n\nAnd even though we ain't got money\nI'm so in love with you honey\nEverything will bring a chain of love\nAnd in the morning when I rise\nBring a tear of joy to my eyes\nAnd tell me everything's gonna be all right",2
5686,Coldplay___Politik,sad,"""Politik  [Verse 1]\nLook at earth from outer space\nEveryone must find their place\nGive me time and give me space\nGive me real, don't give me fake\nGive me strength, reserve, control\nGive me heart and give me soul\nGive me time, give us a kiss\nTell me your own politik\n\n[Chorus]\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\n[Verse 2]\nGive me one, 'cause one is best\nAnd in confusion, confidence\nGive me peace of mind and trust\nAnd don't forget the rest of us\nGive me strength, reserve, control\nGive me heart and give me soul\nWounds that heal and cracks that fix\nTell me your own politik\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd open up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your eyes\nJust open up your eyes\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd give me love over, love over\nLove over this, ah\nAnd give me love over, love over\nLove over this, ah\n\n[Instrumental Outro]See Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like15",1
7957,Element_Eighty___Goodbye,happy,"""Goodbye  You say goodbye\n\nI've tried I've tried\nI've tried so hard to keep this alive alive\nBut you'll never understand and\nHow long will I stay before you run away and\nHow long will this last before you know it's time\nTo say Goodbye\nSay Goodbye\nSay Goodbye\nYou've tried you've tried\nYou've tried to play these games with my mind my mind\nAnd I'll never understand and\nHow long will I stay before you run away and\nHow long will this last before you know it's time\nTo say goodbye\nSay Goodbye\nNever Cry you're breaking down again\nSay Goodbye you're breaking down again\n\nAnd i know you don't need me\n\nHow was I supposed to know\nYou'd try to break me\nFrom everything inside of me and everything in front of me\nAnd I don't ever want to feel...I never will but just say it to my face\nSay it to my face and tell me\nHow long will I stay before you run away and\nHow long will this last before you know it's time\n\nBye you're breaking down again\nSay Goodbye you're breaking down again\nNever Cry you're breaking down again\nSay Goodbye\nLook at you now\nYou say goodbye",0
4547,Bullet_For_My_Valentine___Room_409,anger,"""Room 409  [Intro]\nYeah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can't believe what I've seen, so scratch my eyes out!\nYou, were at ease, on your knees, in his apartment!\nYou, said his name, as I came, in your direction!\nNow, I can choose, what to do, with both of you!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI loved you! I hate you\nYou hurt me! I loved you\nI loved you\nYou hurt me bad!\nGo!\n[Chorus]\nYour words, bury me, of what I used to be\nI can't erase all those things I've seen\nYour heart smothers me, now it's hard to breathe\nI can't erase all my memories!\n\n[Verse 2]\nI, take a step, to the left, now you see me!\nTears, start to pour, as you crawl, in his apartment!\nYou, screamed his name, as I came, in your direction!\nFists, start to fly, say goodbye, there's no excuses!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI loved you! I hate you\nYou hurt me! I loved you\nI loved you\nYou hurt me bad!\nGo!\n\n[Chorus]\nYour words, bury me, of what I used to be\nI can't erase all those things I've seen\nYour heart smothers me, now it's hard to breathe\nI can't erase all my memories!\n\nOh!\nYou might also like[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nWhoa-oh-ah-oh!\nWhoa-oh-ah-oh!\nWhoa-oh-ah-oh!\nWhoa-oh-ah-oh!\n\nGet up!\nHey! There's no excuses! Hey!\nHey! There's no excuses! Hey!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI loved you! I hate you\nYou hurt me! I loved you\nI loved you\nYou hurt me bad!\nGo!\n\n[Chorus]\nYour words, bury me, of what I used to be\nI can't erase all those things I've seen\nYour heart smothers me, now it's hard to breathe\nI can't erase all my memories!\nErase all my memories of you!7",3
2803,Ben_Folds_Five___Video_Killed_The_Radio_Star,happy,"""Video Killed the Radio Star  I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two\nLying awake intently tuning in on you\nIf I were young it didn't stop you coming through\n\nOh-a oh\n\nThey took the credit for your second symphony\nRewritten by machine all new technology\nAnd now I understand the problems you can see\n\nOh-a oh\nI met your children\nOh-a oh\nWhat did you tell them?\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nPictures came and broke your heart\nOh-a-oh oh oh\n\nAnd now we meet in an abandoned studio\nWe hear the playback and it seems so long ago\nAnd you remember the jingles used to go\n\nOh-a oh\nYou were the first one\nOh-a oh\nYou were the last one\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nIn my mind and in my car\nWe can't rewind, we've gone to far\nOh-a-oh oh oh\nOh-a-oh oh oh\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nYou might also likeIn my mind and in my car\nWe can't rewind we've gone to far\nPictures came and broke your heart\nPut all the blame on VTR\n\nYou are the radio star\nYou are the radio star\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\n\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star\nVideo killed the radio star Radio star\nVideo killed the radio star",0
4407,Brother_Ali___Freedom_Aint_Free,anger,"""Freedom Ain’t Free  [Hook]\nAin't nowhere to run to\nThere ain't nothing here for free\n\n[Verse 1]\nIf I don't like my life I gut it and rebuild it\nFuck it keep nothing but God and my children\nI kill the devil wherever he resides\nEven if he hiding in me he got to die\nI killed little Jason he was only fifteen\nSewed his good traits together made Ali\nFilled his lungs with the Qur'an until he breathed\nLet him walk but kept him on a short leash\nHere he stand now seventeen year old man child\nAin't asked nobody for a mother fuckin hand out\nHe trying to carry heaven on his back\nJumped the broom with a stranger ain't never look back\nWhat he know about how the world spin?\nBless his heart he a virgin never even had a girlfriend\nWant to be a man so bad that he can taste it\nHis family fell apart and he trying to replace it\nYou'll find in him a heart that's second to none\nBut I know also that his lessons ain't done so\nI stand willing to kill him again\nIf to grow he got to shed his skin then let it be done\n[Hook/Hook]\nAin't no where to run to\nThere ain't nothing here for free\nSee what I see and know that freedom ain't free lord\nAin't no where to run to\nThere ain't nothing here for free\nYou'll see what I see and know that freedom ain't free\n\n[Verse 2]\nOne half of all the two legged's on the scene\nAre too timid to dream cos failure is far too depressing it would seem\nSo they take whats given\nThats your decison I just don't consider that living\nIf I'm to die whether or not I try\nI might as well let the dice fly\nI'm hot knife through butter in the night's sky\nIt shouldn't take a genius to see this hunger in my eye\nSo I use blood and sweat to butter my bread\nCos this cold world couldn't give a fuck if I'm fed\nI ain't curled up in my bed\nIf I don't set the world ablaze trust it ain't cos of nothing I did\nListen I dont think God's obligated to touch you\nIf your ass would rather live in shit than work a shovel\nI refuse to let the sun set on me again\nTil' the end I'm a one man army, friend\nYou might also like[Hook/Hook] {x2}\nAin't no where to run to\nThere ain't nothing here for free\nSee what I see and know that freedom ain't free lord\nAin't no where to run to\nThere ain't nothing here for free\nYou'll see what I see and know that freedom ain't free",3
1346,Angtoria___Suicide_on_my_mind,anger,"""Suicide On My Mind  Did I want to live\nWithin the empty space\nMy sleep numbed my pain\n\nNow I'm awake\nMy sanity has gone\n\nLittle girl screams\nFor life's release\nDon't hold me back I want to fall\nLittle girl pleads\nFor life's disease\nTo mourn away my soul\nDid I want to die\nPain consumed me inside\nHeaven on my tongue\nDrunk down with suicide\n\nBeyond self control\nMy urge has gone\n\nLittle girl screams\nFor life's release\nDon't hold me back I want to fall\nLittle girl pleads\nFor life's disease\nTo mourn away my soul\n\nTime does not heal\nA shame so surreal\n\nLittle girl screams\nFor life's release\nDon't hold me back I want to fall\nLittle girl pleads\nFor life's disease\nTo mourn away my soul",3
2276,Aztec_Camera___Over_My_Head,happy,"""Over My Head  Words and music by roddy frame\n\nOver my head, over my head\nAnd I can't break free from these chains\nOver my head go the things that we said\n\nAnd I long to be above pain\n\nWhen your heart is broken\nMine's in two\nAnd I'm over my head in blue\nOver the love of you",0
8956,Feist___The_park,calm,"""The Park  Why would he come\nBack through the park\nYou thought that you saw him\nBut no you did not\nIt's not him who'd come across\nThe sea to surprise you\nNot him who would know\nWhere in London to find you\n\nWith sadness so real\nThat it populates\nThe city and leaves\nYou homeless again\nSteam from the cup\nAnd snow on the path\nThe seasons have changed\nFrom the present to past\nThe past\nThe past\nTurns whole to half\nThe past\n\nWhy would he come\nBack through the park\nYou thought that you saw him\nBut no you did not\nWho can be sure\nOf anything through\nThe distance that keeps you\nFrom knowing the truth\n\nWhy would you think\nYour boy could become\nThe man who could make you\nSure he was the one\n\nThe one\nMy one\nMy oneYou might also like1",2
2764,Belouis_Some___Some_People,happy,"""Some People  Some people dance cheek to cheek\nSome people dance\n\nLife was so simple then, a kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a great time\n\nI try not to talk too fast\nLike you do when you fall in love\nBut some people let their passion scream\nAnd some people understand their dream\nLife was so simple then, a kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a great time\n\nSome people dance cheek to cheek\nSome people dance\n\nLife was so simple then, a kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a great time\n\nI take you somewhere different\nIt's only me can see the change\n‘Cause some people are tied to emotion\nAnd some people understand their dream\n\nLife was so simple then, a kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a great time\n\nSome people dance cheek to cheek\nSome people dance\n\nLife was so simple then, a kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a show time\n\n…Could you, hold you\nKind of will…\nYou might also likeA kind of playtime\nYou made it easy then, we had a great time\n\nSome people dance cheek to cheek\nSome people dance\n\nSome people dance cheek to cheek\nSome people dance\n\nSome people",0
8271,Eminem__Dido___Stan,sad,"""Courage Girl  [Pont : version 1]\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes encore\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes encore\n\n[Couplet 1 : Tito Prince]\nOn a dû combattre depuis nos débuts mummy\nMais t'as eu confiance, t'es maman, t'es la mommy\nJ'revois l'image des huissiers qui voulaient pecho nos TV\nDans ce social appartement\nFaut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nEncore quelques fins de mois dans le manque\nFaut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nEncore un peu de ce sale instant\nÉcoute pas leurs pronostics\nTe fie pas à l'homme adamique que j'étais quand j'dormais chez les flics\nIls connaîtront ma nouvelle éthique\nMieux vaux la fin d'une chose que son début, la parole me l'explique\nLaisse-moi rendre muettes les critiques\nEt les remplacer par des phases comme c'est fou c'que ton mari kicke\nJ'crois encore au Nouveau Mexique\nToi moi et nos kids en laissant l'esprit saint conduire le pick-up\nEn y allant seul je crois que\nJ'aurais pas eu cette motivation\nPuis sans compter ces pièces pour un pack d'eau\nJ'aurai pas eu l'envie de nourrir toute une nation\nRegard au loin j'vois déjà ton rêve\nPouvoir changer de coiffure tout le temps comme Tyra Banks\nRégaler les pauvres au [mam's?] cake à la fraise\nMummy on est prêts\n[Refrain]\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt l'heure de sortir du trou dans lequel on se planque\nC'est bientôt l'heure de manifester une vie d'abondance\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie\n\n[Pont : version 2]\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes encore\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes encore\n\n[Couplet 2 : Soprano]\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nLady faut qu'tu tiennes\nTito, ma reum a subi les jalousies, les haines, les mythos\nPour que j'ai des Stan comme Eminem et Dido\nQui d'autre ? Qui d'autre aurait pu porter mes rêves d'ado ?\nQui d'autre aurait pu me donner ces trois cadeaux ?\nSes trois mini-moi pendant que je passais mes nuits au studio à chanter les douleurs du ghetto\nTito, Tito, crois-moi qu'elle et moi on en a bavé\nTraversé des déserts en ayant des gourdes trouées\nPassé des soirées à laisser le doute nous diviser, nous déchirer en voyant nos économies s'évaporer\nSa patience est devenu mon carburant, mon Doliprane face au casse-tête récurrent qu'est vivre son rêve d'adolescent\nTout ça pour avoir une vie décente de Janvier à Décembre\nLa patience a payé, en disque d'or et platine\nOui je suis médaillé, all I do is win\nRegarde nous briller, dépenser ces billets\nQu'on a sué dans la douleur, dans les pleurs, dans toutes ces heures où je me disais...\nYou might also like[Refrain]\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie\nCourage Girl\nC'est bientôt l'heure de sortir du trou dans lequel on se planque\nC'est bientôt l'heure de manifester une vie d'abondance\nC'est bientôt notre moment\nC'est bientôt le moment de notre vie",1
2757,Belle_and_Sebastian___Wandering_Alone,happy,"'Wandering Alone  Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast\nLost to the world he had known as a boy\nHe knows his lover lies south in the city\n\nPassing along and sleepy as night\nWarm in the woods that conceal him from light\nHe is accustomed to hiding from people\n\nTaking his time as he crosses the bridge\nHolding the flowers he picked from the ridge\nWalking in the shadows to his señorita\nSafe in the dawn he gets under the sheets\nHis señorita, a heavenly sweet soul\nThat was put there to save and protect him\n\nHe knows that time cannot endlessly go\nTraps will be sat by the people below\nShe will be caught too and he could not bear it\n\nHope in the freedom he can almost touch\nFolk take for granted as they walk to church\nHe says his prayers and God listens to him\n\nSir, all I want is a chance to amend\nPast infidelities, please do not send\nMe far away from my wise\nMe far away from my wise\nMe far away from my wise señorita\nSeñorita\nSeñoritaSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
8794,Fairport_Convention___Tam_Lin,sad,"'Tam Lin  I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair\nTo travel to Carterhaugh for young Tam Lin is there\n\nNone that go by Carterhaugh but they leave him a pledge\nEither their mantles of green or else their maidenhead\n\nJanet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee\nAnd she\'s gone to Carterhaugh as fast as go can she\n\nShe\'d not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two\nWhen up then came young Tam Lin, says ""Lady, pull no more""\n""And why come you to Carterhaugh without command from me?""\n""I\'ll come and go"", young Janet said, ""and ask no leave of thee""\n\nJanet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee\nAnd she\'s gone to her father as fast as go can she\n\nWell, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild\n""Oh, and alas, Janet,"" he said, ""I think you go with child""\n\n""Well, if that be so,"" Janet said, ""myself shall bear the blame\nThere\'s not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby\'s name""\n\nFor if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey\nI\'d not change my own true love for any knight you have""\n\nJanet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee\nAnd she\'s gone to Carterhaugh as fast as go can she\n\n""Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin,"" she said, ""why came you here to dwell?""\n""The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell\n\nAnd at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to Hell\nI so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself\n\nBut tonight is Hallowe\'en and the faerie folk ride\nThose that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must bide\nYou might also likeFirst let past the horses black and then let past the brown\nQuickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down\n\nFor I\'ll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town\nFor I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown\n\nOh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake\nBut hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby\'s father\n\nAnd they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold\nBut hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child\n\nAnd they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight\nBut cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight""\n\nIn the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring\nShe heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win\n\nThen up spoke the Faerie Queen, an angry queen was she\n""Woe betide her ill-fought face, an ill death may she die""\n\n""Oh, had I known, Tam Lin,"" she said, ""what this night I did see\nI\'d have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree""Embed', 'default'",1
7215,Dinosaur_Jr___I_Dont_Wanna_Go_There,happy,"""I Don’t Wanna Go There  [Verse 1]\nI don't wanna go there\nI don't wanna go there anymore\nI don't wanna go there\nI don't wanna go there anymore\n'Cause I'm gone, 'cause I'm gone\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're the one who told me\nYou're the one who told me what to say\nWould you come and hold me?\nWould you come and show me right away?\n'Cause I'm gone, 'cause I'm gone\n[Chorus]\nAnd the world it spins around you, I believe it\nAnd the world it really needs you, now I see it\nAnd the world it spins around you, I believe it\nAnd the world it really needs you, now I see it\n\n[Verse 3]\nI don't wanna waste it\nI don't wanna waste it anymore\nCan you help me face it?\nHelp me 'fore I run right for the door\nAnd I'm gone, I'm gone\n\n[Verse 4]\nShould I walk alone?\nShould I take it home? Should I tear?\nIt's not gonna go, it's not gonna go well\n'Cause I'm gone, 'cause I'm gone\n'Cause I'm gone, 'cause I'm gone\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the world it spins around you, I believe it\nAnd the world it really needs you, now I see it\nAnd the world it spins around you, I believe it\nAnd the world it really needs you, now I see itYou might also like1",0
412,Aerosmith___Walk_This_Way,happy,"'Walk This Way  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nBackstroking lover, always hiding \'neath the covers\n\'Til I talked to my daddy, he say\nHe said, ""You ain\'t seen nothing \'til you\'re down on a muffin\nThen you\'re sure to be a-changing your ways.""\nI met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder\nAll the times I could reminisce\n\'Cause the best things of loving with her sister and her cousin\nOnly started with a little kiss, like this\n[Solo]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSee-saw swinging with the boys in the school\nWith your feet flying up in the air\nSinging ""Hey, diddle-diddle with your kitty in the middle\nOf the swing like I didn\'t care.""\nSo I took a big chance at the high school dance\nWith a missy who was ready to play\nWasn\'t me she was fooling \'cause she knew what she was doing\nWhen she told me how to walk this way; she told me to\n\n[Chorus]\n""Walk this way, talk this way""\n""Walk this way, walk this way""\n""Walk this way, walk this way""\n""Walk this way, talk this way""\nAh, just give me a kiss\nLike this\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 2]\nSchoolgirl sweetie with the classy kinda sassy\nLittle skirt\'s climbing way up her knee\nThere was three young ladies in the school gym locker\nWhen I noticed they was looking at me\nI was a high school loser, never made it with a lady\n\'Til the boys told me something I missed\nThen my next door neighbor with a daughter had a favor\nSo I gave her just a little kiss, like this\nYou might also like[Solo]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSee-saw swinging with the boys in the school\nWith your feet flying up in the air\nSinging ""Hey, diddle-diddle with your kitty in the middle\nOf the swing like I didn\'t care.""\nSo I took a big chance at the high school dance\nWith a missy who was ready to play\nWasn\'t me she was fooling \'cause she knew what she was doing\nAnd I knew love was here to stay when she told me to\n\n[Chorus]\n""Walk this way, talk this way""\n""Walk this way, walk this way""\n""Walk this way, walk this way""\n""Walk this way, talk this way""\nJust give me a kiss\nLike this\n\n[Outro Solo]18Embed', 'default'",0
9335,Foo_Fighters___Enough_Space,anger,"""Enough Space  [Verse]\nI was waiting for something\nMaybe flying machines\nThat's when I found Lili\nThe best I've ever seen\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nPut her on the ceiling\nTry to make her my own\nPeople line up to see\n[Chorus]\nBut there never seems to be enough space, space\nSpace, space\n\n[Verse]\nI was waiting for something\nMaybe flying machines\nThat's when I found Lili\nBest I've ever seen\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nPut her on the ceiling\nTry to make her my own\nPeople line up to see\n\n[Chorus]\nBut there never seems to be enough space, space\nSpace, space\nSpace, space\nSpace, space, woah!\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nSpace, space\nSpace, space\nSpace, space\nSpace, spa-, hey! Hey!You might also like2",3
810,Alien_Ant_Farm___Whisper,happy,"""Whisper  [Verse 1]\nIt's my arms that wrap you up nice\nIt's my arms,  my arms, baby\nSmall rooms with record exec types\nWhisper away my future lately\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll introduce you to producers\nI'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm so confused\nThis industry has made me cold, you'll find\nI trusted you to make me shine bright\nThis is almost getting old\n[Verse 2]\nShock me with fear it's taking longer\nBlood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger\nIt's my words that fail to give insight\nI blame you, blame me, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm so confused\nThis industry has made me cold, you'll find\nI trusted you to make me shine bright\nThis is almost getting old\n\nIt suits me just fine x2\n\n[Bridge]x2\nThis is the package I'm sending\nThese are the clothes that I'm wearing\nThese are the words that I'm saying\nThese are the notes that they're playing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll introduce you to producers\nI'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm so confused\nThis industry has made me cold, you'll find\nI trusted you to make me shine bright\nThis is almost getting old\nYou might also likeAnd it suits me just fine1",0
904,All_That_Remains___Erase,anger,"'Erase  ""Don\'t leave"" you said to me\nAnd for a moment I feared I\'d stay\nBut your plea rang hollow so I quietly walked away\nI can see you through the glass\nAnd I wonder was it done in vain\nNow i\'d do anything to simply make the pain go away\n\nIf you\'d have me I\'d take you back again\nAnd erase the mistakes I\'ve made\nIf you\'d have me I\'d take you back again\nAnd add to the mistakes I\'ve made\nI remember morning light and a shower to clear my head\nEveryday a reminder of what a fool I\'ve been\nSeemed when i left you i\'d left everything I\'d known\nNow you have shown me, I\'m not the man i thought i was\n\nI believed in you\nI had faith in you\nI was there for you\nNow i\'m lost in youYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
2925,Beth_Rowley___Nobodys_Fault_But_Mine,sad,"""Nobody’s Fault But Mine  Nobody's fault, but mine\nNobody's fault, but mine\nAnd I said if I should die\nAnd my soul becomes lost\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine\nOh, I got a father\nI got a father\nAnd he can preach\nSo I said if I should die\nAnd my soul\nMy soul becomes lost\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine\nOh, I got a mother\nI got a mother\nAnd she can pray\nSo I said if I should die\nAnd my soul\nMy soul becomes lost\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine\nOh, I got a sister\nI got a sister\nAnd she can sing, oh yeah\nAnd I said if I should die\nAnd my soul becomes lost\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine\nAnd I said if I should die\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine\nAnd I said if I should die\nAnd my soul becomes lost\nThen I know it's\nNobody's fault but mine",1
1362,Angus__Julia_Stone___Here_we_go_Again,calm,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHere We Go Again  You know what they say about getting older\nIt's only a doorway away\nYou know what they say about getting colder\nIn the middle of the day\n\nYou can live in the corner of my room\nAnd I will live somewhere between the ceiling and the wall\nAnd if I need anything at all\nI'll call out to you\nThat's what I'll do\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\n\nI'll sit out on the front sofa while\nYour hands they talk to me\nAll of this dragging around\nIt's not as fun as it used to be\n\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\n\nAll that I wanted all that I needed\nAll that I wanted all that I needed\n\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again\nOh here we go again",2
7927,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Im_Alive,happy,"""I’m Alive  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm alive And the world shines for me today\nI'm alive Suddenly, I am here today\nSeems like forever And a day\nThought I could never Feel this way\nIs this really me?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm alive, I'm alive\n[Verse 2]\nI'm alive And the dawn breaks across the sky\nI'm alive And the sun rises up so high\nLost in another world Far away\nNever another word 'Til today\nBut what can I say?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm alive, I'm alive\nI'm alive\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSuddenly came the dawn From the night\nSuddenly, I was born Into light\nHow can it be real?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'm alive And the world shines for me today\nI'm alive Suddenly, I am here today\nSeems like forever And a day-ay\nThought I could never Feel this way\nIs this really me?\nYou might also like[Alt. Chorus]\nI'm alive, I'm alive\nI'm alive\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm alive, I'm alive\nI'm alive\n\n[Outro]\nI'm alive",0
6418,Dar_Williams___Its_A_War_In_There,sad,"""It’s a War In There  [Verse 1]\nWell you have been kind, and I know it seems helpless\nYou smooth the ground, tear the knots all apart\nYou're helping me move from the inside to the outside\nYou're trying so hard and I can't even start\n\n[Refrain]\nIt's a war in there\nIt's a war in there\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell you peacemakers go to the same place as soldiers\nIf you wanna make peace, well you gotta find the pain\nAnd you bring your words\nBut you're just like them, you're unprepared\n'Cause you don't know the terrain\n[Refrain]\nIt's a war in there\nIt's a war in there\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd don't you know I'll never give you a medal\nMade back on stateside in the Central time zone\nThe one that they pin to the outside, to the outside\nAnd it leads you all the way home\n\n[Refrain]\nIt's a war in there\nIt's a war in there\n\n[Outro]\nBut you can hold me now\nYou can hold me now",1
1927,Ashlee_Simpson___Better_Off,happy,"'Better Off  [Verse 1]\nThe sky is falling and it\'s early in the morning\nBut it\'s okay somehow\nI spilt my coffee, it went all over your clothes\nI gotta wear mine now\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I\'m always, always, always late\nAnd my hair\'s a mess\nEven when it\'s straight\n[Chorus]\nBut so what?\nI\'m better off everyday\nWhen I\'m standing in the pouring rain, I don\'t mind\nI think of you and everything\'s alright\nI used to think I had it good\nBut now I know that I\'m misunderstood\nWith you I\'d say, I\'m better off in every way\nBetter off in every way\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy friends keep calling\nThey say, they say I\'m stallin\'\nThey wanna meet you now Now, now, now\nI tell them, ""Hell no""\nI say, ""We\'re tryna lay low”\nDon\'t wanna lose what I\'ve found\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThings are finally, finally looking up\nOh, my feet are on the ground\nEven though I\'m stuck\n\n[Chorus]\nBut so what?\nI\'m better off everyday\nWhen I\'m standing in the pouring rain, I don\'t mind\nI think of you and everything\'s alright\nI used to think I had it good\nBut now I know that I\'m misunderstood\nWith you I\'d say, I\'m better off in every way\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nThings are finally, finally lookin\' up\nOh, my feet are on the ground\nEven though I\'m stuck, even though I\'m stuck\n\n[Chorus]\nBut so what?\nI\'m better off everyday\nWhen I\'m standing in the pouring rain, I don\'t mind\nI think of you and everything\'s alright\nI used to think I had it good\nBut now I know that I\'m misunderstood\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, yeah\nI\'m better off in every way\nI\'m better off in every way\nI\'m better off today\n\n[Outro]\nThe sky is fallin\' and it\'s early in the morning\nBut it\'s ok1Embed', 'default'",0
3546,Blonde_Redhead___I_Dont_Want_U,sad,"""I Don’t Want U  I don't want you I don't need you\nI wanna know\nI wanna know how it feels\nWithout a single confrontation\n\nI don't want you I don't need you\nI wanna know\nI wanna know how you'd feel\nWithout a single confrontation\n\nI say, you're good\nGuide you, got you by\nMaybe, way out wish you\nWhy could we be to be all?\nI don't want you I don't need you\nI wanna know how you feel in a confrontation",1
4570,Burt_Bacharach___Raindrops_Keep_Fallin_On_My_Head,happy,"""Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head  Raindrops are falling on my head\nAnd just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed\nNothing seems to fit\nThose raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling\n\nSo I just did me some talking to the sun\nAnd I said I didn't like the way he got things done\nHe's sleeping on the job\nThose raindrops are falling on my head, they keep fallin'\n\nBut there's one thing I know\nThe blues they send to meet me\nWon't defeat me\nIt won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me\nRaindrops keep falling on my head\nBut that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red\nCrying's not for me\n'Cause, I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining\n\nBecause I'm free\nNothing's worrying me\n\nIt won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me\n\nRaindrops keep falling on my head\nBut that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red\nCrying's not for me, 'cause\nI'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining\n\nBecause I'm free\nNothing's worrying me",0
6198,DAVE_MATTHEWS_BAND___Satellite,calm,"""Satellite  [Verse 1]\nSatellite in my eyes\nLike a diamond in the sky\nHow I wonder\nSatellite strung from the moon\nAnd the world your balloon\nPeeping Tom for the mother station\n\n[Chorus]\nWinter's cold spring erases\nAnd the calm away by the storm is chasen\nEverything good needs replacing\nLook up, look down, all around, hey satellite\n[Verse 2]\nSatellite headlines read\nSomeone's secrets you've seen\nEyes and ears have been\nSatellite dish in my yard\nTell me more, tell me more\nWho's the king of your satellite castle\n\n[Chorus]\nWinter's cold spring erases\nAnd the calm away by the storm is chasen\nEverything good needs replacing\nLook up, look down, all around, hey satellite\n\n[Refrain]\nRest high above the clouds no restriction\nTelevision we bounce round the world\nAnd while I spend these hours\nFive senses reeling\nI laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes\n\n[Verse 1] + [Chorus] + [Refrain]See Dave Matthews Band LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like3",2
2930,Bettie_Serveert___Smack,calm,"""Smack  Smack in the middle of ridiculous places\nSmack in the middle where I shouldn't have been\nSmack in the middle and I know what the case is\nBaby, if you know how to count, you can count me in\n\nSee-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\nLike a see-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\n\nWhen the soul has forgotten what it means to be loved\nAnd you think you've hit the bottom of enough is enough\nHey, I'll be fine, I'm just losing my mind\nI'll be fine, I'm just wasting my time, as I am\nSmack in the middle of ridiculous places\nSmack in the middle where I shouldn't have been\nSmack in the middle and I know what the case is\nBaby, if you know how to count, you can count me in\n\nSmack in the middle of ridiculous places\nSmack in the middle of a terror unknown\nSmack in the middle and you know what the case is\nSee-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\nBaby, if you're home all alone, you can do it on your own\nLike a see-saw, see-saw\n\nSee-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\nLike a see-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\nLike a see-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle\nLike a see-saw, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle",2
6762,Dead_Or_Alive___Brand_New_Lover,happy,"""Brand New Lover  Your sweet nature, darling\nWas too hard to swallow\nI've got the solution\nI'm leaving tomorrow\nAnd now as I stand\nAnd stare into your eyes\nI see safety there\nI want surprises\n\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find a brand new lover\nWhen you wake up tomorrow\nYou'll be all alone\nOh the love that we had\nI have quickly outgrown\nI wanted to stay, but I just couldn't do it\nCouldn't stand there and put you through it\n\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\n\nNow other loves will tell you that\nI'm nothing but a pleasure-seeker\nFor once I really must agree\nI need to leave you by yourself\nAnd go in search of someone else\nTo satisfy my curiosity\n\nYour sweet nature, darling\nWas too hard to swallow\nI've made my decision\nI'm leaving tomorrow\nYou might also likeWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find a brand new lover\n\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\n\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find myself a brand new lover\nSomebody with eyes for me\nWho doesn't notice all the others\nWhat I really need to do\nIs find a brand new lover",0
2997,Bic_Runga___Gravity,sad,"""Gravity  If gravity let us go\nWe would all go flying\nAnd I'll meet you somewhere in the milky night\nAway past the satellites\n\nThe breeze is dressed so lightly\nAnd it breathes onto this fire escape\nWhere all our secrets melt like ice\nLeaving only water\n\nNight will close us down\nAnd change the view\nAnd I'll promise you what I can\nI forget myself when I'm with you\nPlease remind me who I am\nDancing like a landslide\nSwinging round the living room\nWe fall like sudden rain from sullen skies\nSinging to the radio's tune\n\nSay my name aloud\nAnd make it new\nAnd I'll promise you what I can\nI forget myself when I'm with you\nPlease remind me who I am\n\nDay so soon, hear all the traffic move\nThe sirens all fill this room till we both have to shout\nFrom the road, watching the stars explode\nYou and I breathe so slow\nHow strange the sound\n\nHow strange the sound, how strange the sound\nHow strange the sound, how strange the sound\nHow strange the sound, how strange the sound\nHow strange the sound, how strange the sound\nHow strange the sound, how strange the sound\nHow strange the sound, how strange the soundYou might also like1",1
6019,Crime_And_The_City_Solution___Rose_Blue,sad,"""Rose Blue  Rose Blue\nI saw the sky turn\nRose Blue\nI opened up her locker\nFound out what she was hiding\nSaw that I had left a ditch inside er\nHer head is liker her room\nIt has no order\nAndI felll away\nI watched her jam a fork right up into her arm\nAnd I saw her slip away\nSlip away slip away\nTh hollow that I partied on\nFilled up that space inside her\nRose Blue\nI saw the sky turn\nRose Blue\nThe curtains the walls the lock on the door\nLocked us in together\nBu the things she said\nWhen I fell asleep, went to bed\nWell I was deaf to that tune\nShe started to wear those long blue sleeves\nOh they saw her through me\nWhen I planted that need\nWhen I see that damaged place inside her\nI opened that wound opened that wound\nAnd her heart that inside her\nI want to kill her\nKill that broken heart\nRose BLue\nI saw the sky turn\nRose Blue\n\nI wish I was her prize possession\nShe put it back together\nPut it back together\nIt is her treasure\nIt had a black heart\nIt had a white body\nAnd she cherished it with love\nI believe her mother gave it to her\nWell I threw it at the wall\nBroke into one thousand pieces\nTiried to put it back together\nThink I've sunk down deep\nDown deep into my Rose's Blues",1
9640,Fun_Lovin_Criminals___10th_Street,happy,"""10Th Street  When 8 o'clock rolls around\nAnd the same old shit is gettin' down\nGo to 10th street, yeah 10th street\nIf you don't want d and you don't want that crap\nBut you gotta get the monkey off ya back\nGo to 10th street, 10th street\n\nChorus:\nWe got what ya need\nA pillow bag with much to many seeds\nUp on 10th street\nBaby, baby keep it down\nI believe I see the man\nLook around as much as you like\nSmell the bags and hold on tight on 10th street\nYeah, 10th street\nThey'll gladly snatch your cash, give 'em ... shit and call it hash on 10th street\nThat's right on 10th street\n\nChorus",0
8965,Feist___My_Moon_My_Man,happy,"""My Moon My Man  [Verse 1]\nMy moon, my man, so changeable and\nSuch a loveable lamb to me\nMy care, my coat leave on a high note\nThere's nowhere to go but on\nHeart on my sleeve, not where it should be\nThe song's out of key again\nMy moon's white face, what day and what phase\nIt's the calendar page again\n\n[Hook]\nTake it slow, take it easy on me\nAnd shed some light, shed some light on me please\nTake it slow, take it easy on me\nAnd shed some light, shed some light on me please\n[Verse 2]\nMy moon and me, not as good as we've been\nIt's the dirtiest clean I know\nMy care, my coat leave on a high note\nThere's nowhere to go\nThere's nowhere to go\n\n[Hook]\nTake it slow, take it easy on me\nAnd shed some light, shed some light on me please\nTake it slow, take it easy on me\nAnd shed some light, shed some light on me please\n\n[Outro]\nMy moon, the moon and my man\nMy moon, the moon and my man\nMy moon, the moon and my man\nMy moon, the moon and my manYou might also like2",0
6569,David__The_Citizens___Silverjacketgirl,happy,"""Silverjacketgirl  I know you feel like there's nothing to feel\nBut that's the biggest lie of the day\nSo dig it down into the ground\n- that you don't want anything\n\nAnd it's true it hurts to wake up\nThere was a couple of years for me, too\nWhen my brain was black & blue\nAnd I couldn't feel anything\n\nSilverjacketgirl, you've got\nThe whole world in your head\nSay you weren't waiting for anyone or anything\nYou weren't waiting for anything\nYou weren't waiting to come back\n- you were dead\nA dive into the blues\nI'm warning you\nSome half-hearted truth\nSome way of sliding thru to the other side\nWell\nAll it takes is calming down\nAll it takes is getting down",0
6241,DMX___Ready_To_Meet_Him,sad,"'Prayer II / Ready to Meet Him  [Part 1: Prayer II]\n\nLet us pray...\nI thank you, Lord, for my birth and everything that\'s followed\nI thank you, Lord, for today, and I will pray for tomorrow\nI thank you, Lord, for the love of my life and a friend\nI made a promise and I\'m lovin\' my wife \'til the end\nI thank you, Lord, for your guidance, \'cause it\'s all that counts\nAnd right here, right now... Lord, this is your house\nI thank you, Lord, for a dream that came true to light\nAnd I ask you to bless everybody in this room tonight\nI don\'t always do the right thing and I ask you to forgive me\n\'Cause I need You here wit me, without You in my life it\'s empty\nI think back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy\nAnd because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy\nNot because of what I\'ll do, but because they don\'t know\nThere\'s somethin\' better after here, but everybody won\'t go\nSo I ask You to forgive them and we\'ll hope they see\nAnd I thank You for the love that they\'ve given to me\nI will not abuse it nor will I lead them astray\nYou see I love \'em like children, that I see everyday\nAnd I pray... no, we pray... together\nGet us through the bad weather, and we love You forever\nLet Your thought and my heart go hand in hand\nI first thought but to start, but I stand a man\nAnd for as long as I can, as long as You permit me\nPlease give me the strength I need to live, bear with me\nAmen\n[Part 2: Ready to Meet Him]\n\n[Intro]\nWe each walk the path that we\'ve chosen Yes\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\n\n[Verse 1]\nLord, You left me stranded and I don\'t know why\nTold me to live my life, now I\'m ready to die\nReady to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears\nYou told me You would dead those fears, it\'s been years\nSnakes still comin\' at me, just missin\'\nSometimes I think all You do with me is just listen\nI thought that I was special, that\'s what You told me\nHold me, stop actin\' like You don\'t know me\nWhat I do so bad that it sent You away from me?\nNot only sent You away, but made You stay away from me?\n""My child I\'m here as I\'ve always been\nIt is you who went away and now are back again\nWhat did I say?"" Follow Your word and be true\n""What did you do?"" Well, what I wanted to do\n""What have you seen?"" Darkness and hell at a glance\n""What do you want?"" All I want is another chance\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\n\n[Verse 2]\n""Just because you went away, my doors are not locked\nWanna come back home? All you gotta do is knock""\nYou see, I left home a boy but returned as a man\nFull grown and I\'m still not able to stand\n""I gave you a hand."" Well but I was lookin\' the wrong way\nFigured out the plan, then I started to pray\nAnd that prayer took me from here, over there\nBack to over here, now it got me like where\nDo I belong, do I fit in?\nThings on my mind, where do I begin?\nIt\'s easier to sin, but it hurts my heart\nI\'m really tryna win, so where do we start?\n""Thou shalt not steal."" But what if he stole from me?\n""Thou shalt not kill."" But what if he\'s tryin\' to kill me?\n""Thou shalt not take my name in vain\nNo matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain""\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\n[Verse 3]\nOur Father, who art in Heaven\nI\'m not ashamed to ask for guidance at 27\nNo longer afraid to knock on Your door\nNot scared anymore to lose my life in the war\nAfter what I just saw, I\'m ridin\' with the Lord\n\'Cause I really can\'t afford to lose my head by the sword\nAnd now that I\'ve seen what I need to see\nPlease take me where I need to be\n""What have you learned?"" It\'s better to tell the truth than to lie\n""What have you learned?"" To love my life until I die\n""What have you learned?"" Violence isn\'t always the key\n""What have you learned?"" You can\'t always believe what you see\n""What have you learned?"" It\'s better to forgive and forget\n""What have you learned?"" Give as you expect to get\n""What have you learned?"" That I can\'t go on without You\n""What have you learned?"" I must\'ve been a fool to ever doubt You\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\'Cause where I\'m livin\' ain\'t right, black hate white\nWhite hate black, it\'s right back to the same fight\nThey got us suspectin\' a war\nBut the real war is to follow the law of the Lord\nI\'m ready to meet him\n\n[Outro]\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him\nI\'m ready to meet him61Embed', 'default'",1
8792,Fairport_Convention___Reynardine,happy,"'Reynardine  One evening as I rambled\nAmong the leaves so green\nI overheard a young woman\nConverse with Reynardine\n\nHer hair was black, her eyes\nWere blue, her lips as red as wine\nAnd he smiled to gaze upon her\nDid that sly, bold Reynardine\n\nShe said, ""Kind sir, be civil\nMy company forsake\nFor in my own opinion\nI fear you are some rake.""\n""Oh no,"" he said, ""no rake am I\nBrought up in Venus\' train\nBut I\'m seeking for concealment\nAll along the lonesome plain.""\n\n""Your beauty so enticed me\nI could not pass it by\nSo it\'s with my gun I\'ll guard you\nAll on the mountain side.""\n\n""And if by chance you should look\nFor me, perhaps you\'ll not me find\nFor I\'ll be in my castle\nInquire for Reynardine.""\n\nSun and dark she followed him\nHis teeth did brightly shine\nAnd he led her up a-the mountains\nDid that sly, bold ReynardineYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
3632,Blue_October___Come_In_Closer,happy,"""Come In Closer  [Verse]\nThe first born, my heart will call Truly\nA God-like boy of the sky\nThe fog hissed away like a movie\nAnd serpents go home for the night\nThe thundercloud rain hits the freeway\nAnd the clowns put on makeup for show\nThe nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening\nYeah, how the wind, she blows\nAnd how the wind, she blows\n[Chorus]\nBut I want you to come in closer\nCome in closer, come in closer\nCome in closer, come in closer, come in closer\nCome in closer, in closer\n\n[Verse]\nCome dancing with devils\nNeed not know their names\nBut we'll waltz like an army\nFor the fear of our pain\nAnd our souls become useless\nAs the day they were born\nIn a rusted arm rocking chair\nAway from your storm\nBut still, the truth remains lethal\nA lie made by man\nWhere my shoes become hammers\nAnd my words become sand\nLike a sour patch, a wedding batch\nOf roses you threw across my floor\nIn the rusted arm rocking chair\nAway from your storm\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I want you to come closer\nCome in closer, come in closer\nCome in closer, come in closer, come in closer\nI want you to come in closer, ease in closer\nI really do\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also likeCome in closer, come in closer, come in closer\nCome in closer, come in closer, come in closer\nJust come in closer, in closer\nI want you to, I want you to\nI want you to, just to come in closer, in closer2",0
39,A_Day_To_Remember___You_Had_Me_At_Hello,happy,"""You Had Me At Hello  [Verse 1]\nI'm missing you so much, I'll say you died tonight\nJust so I can get to you before the sun will rise\nI know these times are hard, and I feel this too\nNone of that ever seems to matter when I'm holding you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I'm wasting away, away from you\nAnd I'm wasting away, away from you\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat have I gotten into\nThis time around?\nI know that I had sworn I'd never trust anyone again\nBut I didn't have to, you had me at hello\n[Verse 2]\nI've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours\nIt's simply radiant, I see it more with every day that goes by\nI watch the clock to make my timing just right\nWould it be okay? Would it be okay if I took your breath away?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I'm wasting away, away from you\nAnd I'm wasting away, away from you\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat have I gotten into\nThis time around?\nI know that I had sworn I'd never trust anyone again\nBut I didn't have to, you had me at hello\n\n[Refrain]\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou are so cute, you had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou are so cute, you had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou are so cute, you had me at hello\nYou gave me butterflies at the mailbox\nYou are so cute, you had me at hello\nSee A Day To Remember LiveGet tickets as low as $35You might also like[Chorus]\nWhat have I gotten into\nThis time around?\nI know that I had sworn I'd never trust anyone again\nBut I didn't have to, you had me at hello\n\n[Outro]\nYou had me at hello\nYou had me at hello11",0
5971,Cranes___Adrift,sad,"""Adrift  We're like a boat drifting\nIn a lonely sea\nAnd the stars and moon shine down on me\nDown, down the river we go\nHolding on for dear life\nTo the last stick of the raft\nFor we do love\nAnd he tried to be brave\nThrough each and every tear\nAnd the only warmth is the warmth of their bodies\nWe're like a boat drifting in a lonely sea\nAnd I start to cry\nI need nothing but you\nI wish I could be beautiful for you\nBut I feel as shallow as steel\nNo words are hollow enough for how I feel",1
1114,Amos_Lee___Night_Train,calm,"""Night Train  I've been workin' on a night train\nDrinkin' coffee takin' cocaine\nI'm out here on my night train\nTryin' to get us safely home\n\nWell in a little country station\nSomewhere out in the midwest\nI see the people out there waiting\nHeart beating in my chest\n\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout a woman\nWho I put no one above\nI'm not lookin' to replace her\nJust need someone to love\nWhile I'm out here on my night train\nDrinkin' coffee takin' cocaine\nI'm out here on my night train\nTrying to get her safely home\n\nWell I'm livin' in the city\nWhere the noise it never stops\nHammers pounding on the pavement\nWhitles from traffic cops\n\nNobody looks you in the eye here\nWalkin' 'round with clenched fists\nI been searchin' for a simple place\nDon't know if it exists\n\nSunrise out there callin' my name\nI can see her movin'\nI can see her movin'\n\nWell at a certain time of night now\nI become one with the wind\nWhere there isn't a beginning\nAnd there is no end\n\nOh and everything is flowing\nEverything is on time\nI know that we're all going\nTo the end of the line\nYou might also likeAnd I'm out here on my night train\nDrinkin' coffee takin' cocaine\nI'm out here on my night train\nTrying to get her safely home\n\nYeah I'm out here on my night train\nDrinkin' coffee takin' cocaine\nI'm out here on my night train\nTrying to get safely home\nTrying to get safely home\nTrying to get safely home",2
8480,Eric_Clapton___Wonderful_Tonight,happy,"'Wonderful Tonight  [Verse 1]\nIt\'s late in the evening, she\'s wondering what clothes to wear\nShe puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair\nAnd then she asks me, ""Do I look all right?""\nAnd I say, ""Yes, you look wonderful tonight""\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe go to a party and everyone turns to see\nThis beautiful lady that\'s walking around with me\nAnd then she asks me ""Do you feel all right?""\nAnd I say, ""Yes, I feel wonderful tonight""\n[Bridge]\nI feel wonderful because I see\nThe love light in your eyes\nAnd the wonder of it all\nIs that you just don\'t realize how much I love you\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt\'s time to go home now and I\'ve got an aching head\nSo I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed\nAnd then I tell her, as I turn out the light\nI say, ""My darling, you were wonderful tonight\nOh my darling, you were wonderful tonight""You might also like10Embed', 'default'",0
8171,Elvis_Presley___I_Dont_Care_If_The_Sun_Dont_Shine,happy,"""I Don’t Care If The Sun Don’t Shine  [Verse 1]\nWell, I don't care if the sun don't shine\nI get my loving in the evening time\nWhen I'm with my baby\n\nWell, it ain't no fun with the sun around\nI get going when the sun goes down\nAnd I'm with my baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, that's when we're going to kiss and kiss\nAnd kiss And kiss\nAnd we're going to kiss some more\nWho cares how many times we kiss\n'Cause at a time like this, who keeps score?\n[Chorus]\nWell, I don't care if the sun don't shine\nI get my loving in the evening time\nWhen I meet my baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, that's when we're going to kiss and kiss\nAnd kiss and kiss\nAnd we're going to kiss some more\nWho cares how many times we kiss\n'Cause at a time like this, who keeps score?\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I don't care if the sun don't shine\nI get my loving in the evening time\nWhen I meet my baby\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd it don't matter if it's sleet or snow\nThe drive-in's cozy when the lights are low\nAnd I'm with my baby\n\nMakes no difference if the rain comes down\nI don't notice when she's around\nOh boy, what a baby\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, that's when we're going to kiss and kiss\nAnd kiss and kiss\nAnd we're going to kiss some more\nWell, one kiss from my baby doll\nMakes me hot, more, more more more\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I don't care if the sun don't shine\nI get my loving in the evening time\nWhen I meet my baby\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, that's when we're going to kiss and kiss\nAnd kiss and kiss\nAnd\nWe're going to kiss some more\nWell, one kiss from my baby doll\nMakes me hot, more, more more more\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I don't care if the sun don't shine\nI get my loving in the evening time\nWhen I'm with my baby",0
4806,Cara_Dillon___Blue_Mountain_River,calm,"""Blue Mountain River  Blue mountain river, if only for a while\nTake me to the river, lay down by your side\nThe world is full of madness and I find it hard to smile\nTake me where you're going I 'll be right by your side\n\nBlue mountain river, comfort me a while\nI 'll follow down the river, follow you til night\nI listen to you whispers, you dance in time to mine\nWe'll stay awake together watching silver in the sky\n\nBlue mountain river, I wanna rest a while\nYou're changing my reflection and the seasons in my mind\nLet these days go on forever, I 'll leave in my own time\nTake me where you're going and I 'll be right by your side\nBlue mountain river, I went there for a while\nI listened for an answer and I found it deep inside\nWhen I'm lost behind the shadows and I wanna run and hide\nMy blue mountain river is there right by my side",2
8392,Entombed___Left_Hand_Path,anger,"""Left Hand Path  I am my own God\nMaster slave and I will be beyond the grave\nNo one will take my soul away\nI carry my own will and make my day\n\nI am my own God\nSee the truth beyond\nThrough endless lies thy kingdom come\nGlorified wisdom illumination tool\nSelf deceit it's the golden rule\nLive your life you're gonna die your own death\nThere's no one above that's gonna take your breath\n\nMay the evil drown in its source\n\nI dip my forefinger in the watery blood\nOf your impotent redeemer\nAnd write over his thorn torn brow\nThe true Prince of Evil\nWhat man's created\nMan can destroy\nBring to light\nThat day of joyYou might also like4",3
7142,Dido___Isobel,sad,"""Isobel  [Verse 1]\nI thought it was funny when you missed the train\nWhen I rang you at home they said you'd left yesterday\nI thought it was strange when your car was found\nBy the tree in Ennis where we used to hang around\n\n[Chorus]\nDear Isobel, I hope you're well\nAnd what you've done is right\nOh, it's been such hell, I wish you well\nI hope you're safe tonight\nIt's been a long day coming\nAnd long will it last when it's last day leaving\nI'm helping it pass by loving you more\n[Verse 2]\nAnd who he would become\nAll the things he'd have done?\nWould he have loved you and not let you down?\nAnd would he be stronger than his father?\nDon't punish yourself, leave it well alone\n\n[Chorus]\nDear Isobel, I hope you're well\nAnd what you've done is right\nOh, it's been such hell, I wish you well\nI hope you're safe tonight\nIt's been a long day coming\nAnd long will it last when it's last day leaving\nI'm helping it pass by loving you more\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's been a long day coming\nAnd long will it last when it's last day leaving\nI'm helping it pass by loving, loving you more",1
2704,Belinda_Carlisle___Half_The_World,sad,"""Half the World  Only one shadow on the wall\nJust one candle burning bright\nI hold your picture to my heart\nI'm alone inside the night\nThe sun comes up in China ... the lights go on in Rome\n\nHalf the world is waiting for someone they can hold\nHalf the world is praying they'll never be alone\nEverytime you leave me a part of me goes too\nAnd half your world is waiting here for you\nI reach across an empty bed\nI hear your whisper in my ear\nBut like the sun without the moon\nIt's half a dream without you here\nThe train that takes you from me\nBrings somebody home\n\nHalf the world is waiting for someone they can hold\nHalf the world is praying they'll never be alone\nEverytime you leave me a part of me goes too\nAnd half your world is waiting here for you\n\nBaby the earth stands still\nWhen I'm lying next to you\nNo matter where you go\nOur whole world's inside this room\nThe sun comes up in China\nThe lights go on in Rome ... oh\n\nHalf the world is waiting for someone they can hold\nHalf the world is praying they'll never be alone\nAnd everytime you leave me my heart breaks in two\nAnd half the world is waiting here for you\n\nI'm waiting here for you ...",1
5046,Catherine_Feeny___Im_On_Fire,sad,"""I’m on fire  Hey little girl is your daddy home\nDid he go away and leave you all alone\nI got a bad desire\nIm on fire\nTell me now baby is he good to you\nCan he do to you the things that I do\nI can take you higher\nIm on fire\nSometimes it's like someone took a knife baby\nEdgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley\nThrough the middle of my soul\nAt night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet\nAnd a freight train running through the\nMiddle of my head\nOnly you can cool my desire\nIm on fire",1
9333,Foo_Fighters___My_Hero,happy,"""My Hero  [Verse 1]\nToo alarming now to talk about\nTake your pictures down and shake it out\nTruth or consequence, say it aloud\nUse that evidence, race it around\n\n[Chorus]\nThere goes my hero\nWatch him as he goes\nThere goes my hero\nHe's ordinary\n[Verse 2]\nDon't the best of them bleed it out\nWhile the rest of them peter out?\nTruth or consequence, say it aloud\nUse that evidence, race it around\n\n[Chorus]\nThere goes my hero\nWatch him as he goes\nThere goes my hero\nHe's ordinary\n\n[Bridge]\nKudos, my hero\nLeaving all the mess\nYou know my hero\nThe one that's on\n\n[Chorus]\nThere goes my hero\nWatch him as he goes\nThere goes my hero\nHe's ordinary\nThere goes my hero\nWatch him as he goes\nThere goes my hero\nHe's ordinaryYou might also like38",0
3290,Black_Eyed_Peas___Lets_Get_It_Started,happy,"""Let’s Get It Started  [Intro: Fergie, apl.de.ap, Both]\nLet's get it started in here\nAnd the bass keeps runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nAnd runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nAnd runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nAnd runnin', runnin, and runnin', runnin' and\n\n[Verse 1: will.i.am; will.i.am & Fergie; will.i.am, apl.de.ap & Fergie]\nIn this context, there's no disrespect\nSo when I bust my rhyme, you break yo necks\nWe got five minutes for us to disconnect\nFrom all intellect and let the rhythm effect\nTo lose this inhibition, follow your intuition\nFree your inner soul and break away from tradition\n'Cause when we be out, girlies pull they weave out\nYou wouldn't believe how we wow shit out\nBurn it 'til it's burned out, turn it 'til it's turned out\nActin' up from north, west, east, south\n[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie, All]\nEverybody Yeah, everybody Yeah\nLet's get into it Yeah, get stupid Come on\nGet it started Come on, get it started Yeah\nGet it started\n\n[Chorus: will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Fergie]\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here, yeah\n\n[Verse 2: Taboo, Taboo & Fergie]\nLose control of body and soul\nDon't move too fast, people, just take it slow\nDon't get ahead, just jump into it\nY'all hear about it, the Peas will do it\nGet started, get stupid\nDon't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it\nStep by step like an infant new kid\nInch by inch with the new solution\nTransmit hits with no delusion\nThe feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am, will.i.am & Fergie, All]\nYo Everybody Yeah, everybody Yeah\nLet's get into it Yeah and get stupid Come on\nGet it started Come on, get it started Yeah\nGet it started\n\n[Chorus: will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Fergie]\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here, yeah\n\n[Post-Chorus: apl.de.ap, will.i.am, Fergie]\nAnd the bass keeps runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nC'mon y'all, let's get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get, we coo-koo in here\nWild out, get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get, we coo-koo in here\nWild out, get coo-koo, uh-huh, let's get, we coo-koo in here Oh, oh, oh\nYa, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya\n\n[Verse 3: apl.de.ap, apl.de.ap, Fergie]\nLet's get ill, that's the deal\nAt the gate and we'll bring the bugged out drill\nJust Lose your mind, this is the time\nY'all can't stand still, twist and bang your spine\nJust Bob your head like me, apl.de\nUp inside the club or in your Bentley\nGet messy, loud and sick\nY'all mind pass normal on another head trip\nSo Come them now, do not correct it\nLet's get ign'ant, let's get hectic\n[Pre-Chorus: will.i.am, All]\nEverybody, everybody Yeah\nLet's get into it Yeah, get stupid Come on\nGet it started Come on, get it started\nGet it started\n\n[Chorus: will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Fergie]\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here\nLet's get it started Hah\nLet's get it started in here, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\n\n[Post-Chorus: will.i.am, Fergie, will.i.am & Fergie]\nGet coo-koo, uh-huh, we coo-koo in here\nLet's get coo-koo Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we coo-koo in here\nWild out, get coo-koo Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we coo-koo in here Oh, oh, oh\nCome on and say Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya\n\n[Outro: apl.de.ap]\nAnd runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nAnd runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'\nAnd runnin', runnin' and...13",0
4741,Camera_Obscura___Footloose_And_Fancy_Free,calm,"""Footloose and Fancy Free  Buy me an advent calendar\nIt seems the thought of days without you make me sadder\nDon't visit me now; you make me want to do myself in\nI'll see you sometimes, but I won't see you soon\nI won't see you soon\n\nI know some things about you; I won't spill the beans\n'Cause there's a spool in my own camera that's never been seen\nI could write it all down; I know it won't be enough\nI want you to be happy with someone to love\nSomeone to love\nAnd it won't be me\nSaid it won't be you\nPretty soon we'll agree to be free\nFootloose and fancy free\nFootloose and fancy free\nFootloose and fancy free",2
2304,BT___Every_Other_Way,happy,"""Every Other Way  Is it strained, when I call you\nOr do you think, that I might forget\nOh your love, is radiating\nThe farther away\nI go\nI go\n\nDo you count, on me now\nAnd do you wait, up for me all night\nI wish I could run, to you when you need me\nYou know I can't be far\nFor long\nFor long\nHeart don't fail me now\nCause there is no time to waste\nDon't shut me out, we shouldn't wait another day\nI've searched for you, on my hearts high speed chase\n\nHear me out, may be the only chance to say\nHold me now\nI've said it every other way\n\nThese tears I've cried\nMore moments gone to waste\nI've searched for you\nI've said it every other way\n\nHeart don't fail me now\nCause there is no time to waste\nDon't shut me out, we shouldn't wait another day\nI've searched for you, on my hearts high speed chase\nHear me out, may be the only chance to say\nHold me now\nI've said it every other way",0
5803,Converge___Trophy_Scars,anger,"'Trophy Scars  In pure ghost white\nI see what was mine\nDrowned in jet black\nThat haunts your shadows\nEndless night begins\nThis forked road now bends\nA forked tongue appears\nTo lead us astray\nAll this that I have\nIs all that you are\nCutting for love\nA new trophy scar\nJust not worth the tears and penance\nNot worth the blood that we both pour\nI want to live without the guilt we give\nI want to die without this pain\nI want to live without the guilt we give\nI want to die without your name\nBorn to burn with hell to pay\nBorn to burn we will somedayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
1350,Angus__Julia_Stone___Wasted,calm,"""TranslationsPortuguêsWasted  I don't know just what I'll do\nEverytime you walk into the room\nOh my head is spinning around\nAnd I can't see clearly right now\n\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you\n\nI don't know if I'll survive\nIn this magical land behind your eyes\nAnd there's all these funny little men\nThere all asking me to dance and sing\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you\n\nRed and yellow, pink and green\nPurple and orange and blue\nAre all of the colours I see my love\nEverytime I see you\n\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you\nI'm wasted\nI'm so wasted on you",2
7022,Devo___Turn_Around,happy,"""Turn Around  Take a step outside yourself\nThen you turn around\nTake a look at who you are\nIt's pretty scary\n\nYou're so silly\nWell it's revolting\nYou're not much\nIf you're anything\n\nTake a step outside the city\nAnd you turn around\nTake a look at what you are\nWell it's revolting\nYou're really nowhere\nYou're so wasteful\nSo foolish\nNo big deal\n\nWho said don't look back\nDon't you believe 'em\nYou go for that corner seat in the restaurant\n'cause they're gonna try and get behind ya\nDon't you let 'em do it\nYou know what i'm talkin' about?\nYou hear me talking?\n\nIt's pretty scary\nIt's so revolting\n\nTake a step outside the country\nThen you turn around\nTake a look at where you are\nWell it's amazing\n\nTake a good look\nYou're no big deal\nYou're so petty\nIt's a laugh\nYou might also likeTake a step outside the planet\nYou turn around and round\nNow take a look at where you are\nIt's pretty scary",0
1681,Aqua___Doctor_Jones,happy,"""Doctor Jones  [Intro: Lene]\nSometimes, the feeling is right\nYou fall in love for the first time\nHeartbeat, and kisses so sweet\nSummer time love in the moonlight\n\n[Post-Chorus: Lene]\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh\nAh-yippie-yah-yeah\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh-ah\n[Verse 1: Lene]\nNow the summer is gone\nYou have to go back home\nPlease come and see me again\nI never felt more alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Lene & René]\nBaby, I'm missing you\nI want you by my side\nAnd I hope you miss me too\nCome back and stay\nI think about you every day\nI really want you too\nYou swept my feet\nRight off the ground\nYou're the love I found\n\n[Chorus: Lene & René]\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nGet up now Wake up now\n\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nWake up now Wake up now\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus: Lene]\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh\nAh-yippie-yah-yeah\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh-ah\n\n[Verse 2: Lene]\nAll I think of is you\nAnd all of the things we had\nDoctor, what can I do?\nWhy does it have to be like that?\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Lene & René]\nBaby, I'm missing you\nI want you by my side\nAnd I hope you'll miss me too\nCome back and stay\nI think about you every day\nI really want you to\nYou swept my feet\nRight off the ground\nYou're the love I found\n\n[Chorus: Lene & René]\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nGet up now Wake up now\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nWake up now Wake up now\n\n[Post-Chorus: Lene]\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh\nAh-yippie-yah-yeah\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh-ah\n\n[Bridge: Lene]\nPlease, please, cure me\nPlease, please, cure me\nPlease, please, cure me\nPlease, please, cure me\n\n[Breakdown: Lene & René]\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nWake up now\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nWake up now\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nWake up now\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nWake up now\n\n[Post-Chorus: Lene]\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh\nAh-yippie-yah-yeah\nAh-yippie-ah-yi-ooh-ah\n\n[Chorus: Lene & René]\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nGet up now Wake up now\n\nDoctor Jones, Jones\nCalling Doctor Jones\nDoctor Jones, Doctor Jones\nWake up now Wake up now",0
8419,Enya___On_Your_Shore,sad,"""On Your Shore  [Verse 1]\nStrange how my heart beats\nTo find myself upon your shore\nStrange how I still feel\nMy loss of comfort gone before\n\n[Verse 2]\nCool waves wash over\nAnd drift away with dreams of youth\nSo time is stolen\nI cannot hold you long enough\n[Bridge]\nAnd so this is where I should be now\nDays and nights falling by\nDays and nights falling by me\nI know of a dream I should be holding\nDays and nights falling by\nDays and nights falling by me\n\n[Verse 3]\nSoft blue horizons\nReach far into my childhood days\nAs you are rising\nTo bring me my forgotten ways\n\n[Verse 4]\nStrange how I falter\nTo find I'm standing in deep water\nStrange how my heart beats\nTo find I'm standing on your shore",1
3924,Bonobo___Terrapin,calm,"'Terrapin  [No  ]See Bonobo LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
7315,Dixie_Chicks___Ill_Take_Care_Of_You,sad,"""I’ll Take Care of You  [Verse 1]\nTimes are hard and rents are high\nWhat can a workin' girl do\nBut struggle through another day\nThen I'll take care of you\n\n[Verse 2]\nNights are long and dreams are cold\nIf they're all you wake up to\nBut should you rise with cryin' eyes\nThen I'll take care of you\n[Chorus]\nSo, let them talk about us, let them call us funny things\nPeople sometimes do\nOh, I don't care, as long as you know I love you\nOh, and you know I do\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'll be there, but you might not see me\nIt's never easy to get through\nBut when the laughter dies away\nThen I'll take care of you\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Violin Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, let them talk about us, let them call us funny things\nPeople sometimes do\nOh, I don't care, as long as you know I love you\nOh, and you know I do\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'll be there, but you might not see me\nIt's never easy to get through\nBut when the laughter dies away\nThen I'll take care of you\nYou might also like[Outro]\nDarlin', I'll take care of you1",1
4726,Camel___Never_Let_Go,calm,"""Never Let Go  Crazy preachers of our doom\nTelling us there is no room\nNot enough for all mankind\nAnd the seas of time are all running dry\nDon't they know it's a lie...\nMan is born with the will to survive\nHe'll not take no for an answer\nHe will get by, somehow he'll try\nHe won't take no, never let go, no...\nI hear them talk about Kingdom Come\nI hear them discuss Armageddon...\nThey say the hour is getting late\nBut I can still hear someone say\nThat is not the way...\nMan is born with the will to survive\nHe'll not take no for an answer\nHe will get by, somehow he'll try\nHe won't take no, never let go, no...You might also like2",2
316,Ace_of_Base___Adventures_in_paradise,happy,"""Adventures in Paradise  Ooh yeah!\n\nWe wanna be alone tonight\n'Til early in the morning light\nOut in the open you are here\nAdventures in paradise\n\nWe wanna be alone tonight\n'Til early in the morning light\nExploring what the nature brings\nAdventures in paradise\nAdventures in paradise\nOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nWe wanna be alone tonight\n'Til early in the morning light\nExploring what the nature brings\nAdventures in paradise\nAdventures in paradise\n\nOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nWhen the moon is at its height\nAnd nobody is in sight\nWe're hiding from the world we used to like\nAnd will stories then be told\nOf what we did here tonight\nYou will always be my number one\nYou might also likeOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nOh give me what I need tonight\nOh you know what I want tonight\nOh give me what I need tonight\nAdventures in paradise\n\nOh give me what I need tonight",0
8615,Evanescence___Lithium,sad,"""Lithium  [Chorus]\nLithium\nDon't wanna lock me up inside\nLithium\nDon't wanna forget how it feels without\nLithium\nI wanna stay in love with my sorrow, oh\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBut God, I wanna let it go\n[Verse 1]\nCome to bed, don't make me sleep alone\nCouldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show\nNever wanted it to be so cold\nJust didn't drink enough to say you love me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI can't hold on to me\nWonder what's wrong with me\n\n[Chorus]\nLithium\nDon't wanna lock me up inside\nLithium\nDon't wanna forget how it feels without\nLithium\nI wanna stay in love with my sorrow, ah\n\n[Bridge]\nDon't wanna let it lay me down this time\nDrown my will to fly\nHere in the darkness I know myself\nCan't break free until I let it go, let me go\n\n[Verse 2]\nDarling, I forgive you after all\nAnything is better than to be alone\nAnd in the end I guess I had to fall\nAlways find my place among the ashes\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nI can't hold on to me\nWonder what's wrong with me\n\n[Chorus]\nLithium\nDon't wanna lock me up inside\nLithium\nDon't wanna forget how it feels without\nLithium\nStay in love with you, ah\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI'm gonna let it go29",1
3819,Bobby_Rydell___Kissin_Time,happy,"""Kissin’ Time  They're kissin' in Cleveland, Kansas City, too\nThey're wailin' in Wildwood, back at Waterloo\nThey're smoochin' all over, even in St. Loo\nSo uh-baby get ready, I'm a-kissin' you\n\nOh, baby 'cause summertime is kissin' time USA\nSo treat me right, a-don't-a make-a me fight\nThe Battle of New Orleans tonight\n\nThey're kissin' on beaches, sea to shining sea\nSmoochin' on benches, near the Christmas tree\nLipstick on collars down in Tennessee\nSo a-baby, come on now, start by kissin' me\nOh, oh 'cause summertime is kissin' time USA\nSo press your tasty lips to mine\nSweeter than wine and feels so fine, wa-hoo!!\n\nMmm, 'cause summertime is kissin' time USA\nSo treat me right, a-don't-a make-a me fight\nThe Battle of New Orleans tonight\n\nThey're kissin' in drive-ins, you too, Baltimore\nRockin' at dances, land and sea and shore\nThen it's off to Dee-troit, they all know the score\nSo, a-baby, oh baby, what are we waitin' for?\n\nOh, 'cause summertime is kissin' time USA\n\nSo press your tasty lips to mine\nSweeter than wine",0
8524,Escape_The_Fate___Something,sad,"""Something  [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo now you're runnin'\nIt's hard to see clearly\nWhen I make you angry\nYou're stuck in the past\nAnd now you're screamin'\nSo can you forgive me?\nI've treated you badly\nBut I am still here\nSometimes I wonder\nWhy I'm still waitin'\nSometimes I'm shaking\nThat's how you make me\nSometimes I question why I'm still here\nSometimes I think I'm going crazy\n[Refrain]\nCan you help me understand?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now you wish that you meant something\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nAnd now you wish that you met someone\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nsomething to somebody else\nsomething to somebody else\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou look at me through clouded eyes\nI know you see through my lies\nSee the sky, see the stars;\nAll of this could be ours\nOut of sight, out of mind\nWe've been through this a thousand times\nTurn your back and then you make me feel so crazy\n\n[Refrain]\nCan you help me understand?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now you wish that you meant something\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nAnd now you wish that you met someone\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nYou know I would wait forever\nYes, I would wait I would wait\nYou know I would wait forever\nYes, I would wait\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now you wish that you meant something\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nAnd now you wish that you met someone\nAnd now you wish that you meant something to somebody else\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I'm the one that should mean something\nBut still you wish that you meant something to somebody else\nSomething to somebody else\nSomething to somebody else2",1
8516,Erlend_Øye___Every_Party_Has_A_Winner_And_A_Loser,sad,"""Every Party Has a Winner and a Loser  Every party's got a winner and a loser\nI'm jumping out of the game\nBy being a referee\n\nSometimes all I can do\nFind a spot out of the light\nFeel like a Japanese\n\nEvery party's got a winner and a loser\nSome girls are never alone\nI'm always a little late\nEach our own individual game plan\nWe ploy in order to stay\nOut of the bottom half\n\nWho's there with whom?\nWho failed to show?\nWho'll leave alone?\n\nSince the birth of the very idea\nWay back in Hellenical times\nAt the house of a bearded man\n\nEvery party's got a winner and a loser\nOne host who's gonna regret\nTelling all they could feel like home\n\nOne Jew that no one invited\nThree guys in love with one girl\nWho takes hours to say goodbye",1
6485,Darren_Hayes___Feel,calm,"""Feel  You teach me how to feel\nIt feels all right\nThere's nothing left to fear\nFinding myself\nThe further I go\nTowards you\n\nYou teach me how to love\nParts of myself\nI hated for so long\nLoving myself\nThrough loving you\nI no longer live like a man in the dark\nHiding all the pieces of my broken heart\nWay up high I'm holding on\nWay up high I'm holding on to you\n\nYou teach me to forgive\nIt feels all right\nCompassion for your pain\nCompassion for mine\nThe circle divides\n\nI no longer live like a man in the dark\nHolding all the pieces of my broken heart\nWay up high I'm holding on\nWay up high I'm holding on to you\nWay up high I'm moving on\nWay up high I'm moving on to you",2
2002,At_The_DriveIn___Sleepwalk_Capsules,anger,"""Sleepwalk Capsules  [Verse 1]\nTaser taser kindergarten nap nap time\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nHighchair crumbles unannounced\nLike a draft from outside\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nBeacon shined a light from the faulty tower\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nColossal in tons, unknowing it wants\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\n[Chorus 1]\nAtop this podium\nBuilt of fixation\nThey like to choke\nAll utensils fixed on you\n\n[Verse 2]\nCranes perched in scowls, in the windows they would peek\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nSnuck inside the sound of sleep\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nDon't sweat the hemorrhaging glance\nDon't sweat the hemorrhaging glance\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nFeast upon your illness and let the puppet strings sag\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAtop this podium\nBuilt of fixation\nThey like to choke\nAll utensils fixed on you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThey like it\nAtop this podium\nSplit in confession\nThey like it\nDripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence\nDripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nLazarus threw the party\nLazarus threw the fight\n\nLazarus threw the party\nLazarus threw the fight\n\nLazarus threw the party\nSnuck inside the sound of sleep\nLazarus threw the fight\n\nLazarus threw the party\nSnuck inside the sound of sleep\nLazarus threw the fight\n\nLazarus threw the party\nLazarus threw the fight\n\nLazarus threw the party\nLazarus threw the fight\n\n[Verse 3]\nCloak a dagger plot her sovereign majesty\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nBullet ridden with vermin be it the peasant stark frenzy\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nHeld onto its tusks, naked and disrobed\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\nAnd the emperor still wears no clothes\nPacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies\n[Chorus 1]\nAtop this podium\nBuilt of fixation\nThey like to choke\nAll utensils fixed on you\nThey like it\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAtop this podium\nSplit in confession\nThey like it\nDripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence\nDripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence\n\n[Outro 2x]\nConfess confess...confess confess\nDripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence",3
5427,Christina_Milian__Dre___So_Amazing,happy,"""So Amazing  Hook: Im'a pull you outta the club ma\nWe goin get to sinnin' tonight\nAnd when it's a ll said and done\nYou'll be beggin me to spend the night\nLemme hear you say this is amazin mazin\nThat is amazin mazin\nThis is amazin mazin\nThis is amazin\nThat is amazin mazin\n\nVerse: sometimes i wanna get up and do it\nD-d-d-do it, purse it\nIt's that good fluid, it's soothin\nThat shit it makes me high\nSo high, so high, so high\nI said it makes me high\nBring it over yeahsend it over yeah\nIt ain't over till i say that it's over come on\nYou know you want it as bad as i do\nDont want it you should be needin' this\nFeen'n this good shit\nI said it'll make you high\nhook\n\nVerse 2: to the crib lets take it there\nRace me, shiftit up to 5th gear\nDont crash, oh no woah\n\nDont crash it, get to me safely\nBoy catch me-i'm so high so high so high\nI said it makes me high\nBring it over yeah\nSend it over yeah put it on me yeah\nNow get up on me come on\nYou know you want it as bad as i do\nDont want it\nYou should be needin this\nFeen'n this good shit\nI said it'll make you high\n\nVerse 3: hold up!\nAmazin contagious\nIts makin me impatient\nMy heartbeat is racin'...amazin'\nDo what you do to me\nDo what you want with me\nThis shit keeps callin me like *ring*\nPick it up\nCome over boy turn me over boy, play with me lemme be ya sleepover toy\nWind me up like a soldier boy\nWatch me t-t-take over boy take over boy?\nIt's hot in here\nSo hot i swear wait stop right there\nThis is that hop right there\nYou might also likehook",0
1414,Anna_Nalick___Forever_Love_Digame,sad,"""Forever Love Digame  [Verse 1]\nOn the ground, with my world upside down\nI got a vision of your face\nAnd I must get me out\nFor so many memories we've yet to make\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGod, don't send to me your angels\nI just wanna hear you say again\n\n[Chorus]\nForever love, say your love\nDígame, Dígame\nTell me so, I can hold you in my soul\nIf I go, I'll know\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you smile with those eyes\nBaby, it's like you place a finger on my heart\nAnd your lips next to mine\nMake me think that maybe heaven's where you are\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nGod, don't send to me your angels\nI just wanna hear you say again\n\n[Chorus]\nForever love, say your love\nDígame, Dígame\nTell me so, I can hold you in my soul\nIf I go, I'll know\n\n[Chorus]\nForever love, say your love\nDígame, Dígame\nTell me so, I can hold you in my soul\nIf I go, I'll know\nForever love, say your love\nDígame, Dígame\nTell me so, I can hold you in my soul\nIf I go I'll know",1
1473,Annie_Lennox___A_Whiter_Shade_Of_Pale,sad,"'A Whiter Shade of Pale  [Verse 1]\nWe skipped the light Fandango\nTurned cartwheels \'cross the floor\nI was feeling kind of seasick\nBut the crowd called out for more\nThe room was humming harder\nAs the ceiling flew away\nWhen we called out for another drink\nThe waiter brought a tray\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd so it was that later\nAs the Miller told his tale\nThat a face at first just ghostly\nTurned a whiter shade of pale\n[Verse 2]\nShe said ""There is no reason""\n""And the truth is plain to see""\nBut I wandered through my playing cards\nAnd would not let her be\nOne of sixteen vestal virgins\nWho were leaving for the coast\nAnd although my eyes were open\nThey might just as well\'ve been closed\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd so it was later\nAs the Miller told his tale\nThat a face at first just ghostly\nTurned a whiter shade of pale\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd so it was later\nAs the Miller told his tale\nThat a face at first just ghostly\nTurned a whiter shade of pale\nA whiter shade of pale\nTurned a whiter shade of pale\nA whiter shade of paleYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",1
3543,Blockhead___Hell_Camp,sad,"""Hell Camp  Herbert, take your fingers out of your mouth darling\nEmily, don't forget your curtsy\nChistopher, follow mother dear\nBaby, take my hand\nNow children, will you please remember your manners\nNow say how do you do with a sweet smile\nKeep together and follow me\nHow do you do mrs clarke?\nHow are you?\nIt's so sweet of you to let me come with all my flock\nWe're an army when we get together\nThe children are so excited\nHerbet, come dear\nTake your fingers out of your mouth darling and say how do you do to Mrs. Clarke\nYou know this is your dear, friend, bobby clarkes mother\nUh Herbert, he is your friend\nI know they were great friends last week\nEmily, come darling and say how do you do to Mrs. Clarke and where's our Curtsy?\nAnd this is my little Christopher\nThe other hand dear\nYou know better than that\nThe other hand...\nWell you kids better get to bed\nIt's going to be a big day tomorrow\nGoodnight Oduslee ?\nGoodnight Cybll Seadey?\nGoodnight Ramey\nGoodnight Colonel Cassey\nGoodnight all\nSweet dreams...",1
3247,Björk___HyperBallad,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHyper-ballad  [Verse 1]\nWe live on a mountain\nRight at the top\nThere's a beautiful view\nFrom the top of the mountain\nEvery morning I walk towards the edge\nAnd throw little things off\nLike car parts, bottles and cutlery\nOr whatever I find lying around\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nIt's become a habit\nA way to start the day\n[Chorus]\nI go through all this\nBefore you wake up\nSo I can feel happier\nTo be safe up here with you\nI go through all this\nBefore you wake up\nSo I can feel happier\nTo be safe up here with you\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's early morning\nNo one is awake\nI'm back at my cliff\nStill throwing things off\nI listen to the sounds they make\nOn their way down\nI follow with my eyes till they crash\nI imagine what my body would sound like\nSlamming against those rocks\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd when it lands\nWill my eyes be closed or open?\n\n[Chorus]\nI go through all this\nBefore you wake up\nSo I can feel happier\nTo be safe up here with you\nI go through all this\nBefore you wake up\nSo I can feel happier\nTo be safe up here with you\nI go through all this\nBefore you wake up\nSo I can feel happier\nTo be safe up here with you\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you\nSafe up here with you46",0
998,Amanda_Marshall___Last_Exit_To_Eden,sad,"""Last Exit to Eden  The walls are thin here in this motel room\nSome fool is raging overhead\nHe's preaching the gospel according to\nJohnnie Walker Red\nFour hundred miles talking to myself\nMe and your memory end up here\nI tell myself I'm gonna be alright\nBut it's still not clear\n\nChorus:\nDid I just miss\nThe last exit to Eden\nIs this the only love I'll know\nLike a Judas kiss\nDid my heart betray me\nBack on the road I never chose\nThere are some sins that you can justify\nBut not the one I'm guilty of\nI had a choice one last chance ago\nBut I turned my back on love\n\nChorus\n\nI can hear the man upstairs, he's crying out\n'Fall on you knees, the end is near'\nWe both may need a saviour, tonight I fear that mine\nIs the one that I left waiting far from here\n\nChorus\n\nDid I just miss\nThe last exit to Eden\nDid I just miss\nMy only way out of here\nDid I just miss\nThe last exit to Eden\nDid I just miss\nMy only way out",1
6949,Destinys_Child_featuring_TI_and_Lil_Wayne___Soldier,happy,"'Soldier  [Intro: T.I & Beyoncé]\nHey!\nI want a soldier Well, you got it, I\'m the hottest around\nThey\'ll know it when they see you rollin\' Impalas around\nI got a soldier Wit\' the top down, feelin\' the sounds\nQuakin\' and vibratin\', your thighs ridin\' harder than guys\nWit\' the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside\nWhen them lames be spittin\' at you, tell \'em ""don\'t even try it""\nTo shoot it with \'Chelle, and kick it with Kelly, or holla at B\nYa gotta be Gs, you way outta your league\nPlease!\n[Verse 1: Kelly Rowland]\nWe like them boys that be in them \'lacs leanin\' Leanin\'\nOpen their mouth, their grill gleamin\' Gleamin\'\nCandy paint, keep that whip clean and Clean and\nThey always be talkin\' that country slang we like\nThey keep that beat that be in the back beatin\' Beatin\'\nEyes be so low from their chiefin\' Chiefin\'\nI love how he keep my body screamin\' Screamin\'\nA rude boy that\'s good to me, wit\' street credibility\n\n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child]\nIf his status ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nKnown to carry big things\nIf you know what I mean\nIf his status ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nGotta know to get dough\nAnd he better be street\nYou might also like[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nWe like them boys up top from the B.K. B.K.\nKnow how to flip that money three ways Three ways\nAlways ridin\' big on the freeway Freeway\nWit\' that east coast slang that us country girls, we like\nLow-cut Caesars with the deep waves Deep waves\nSo quick to snatch up your Beyoncé Your Beyoncé\nAlways comin\' down, poppin\' our way Our way\nTellin\' us that country girls the kind of girls they like\n\n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child & Beyoncé]\nIf his status ain\'t hood Ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nKnown to carry big things\nIf you know what I mean\nIf his status ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nGotta know to get dough\nAnd he better be street\n[Refrain: Beyoncé & Destiny\'s Child]\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nThey wanna take care of me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nDon\'t mind takin\' one for me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nThey wanna spend that on me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nWouldn\'t mind puttin\' that on me Where they at?\n\n[Verse 3: T.I.]\nNext to the speakers, keep a toy in the trunk of the \'lac\nA reformed D-boy used to run into traps\nStill a soldier, go to war if you runnin\' your trap\nAbout my girls, ain\'t no thing to put ya under the map\nWalk the streets, five-deep with nothin\' less than a stack\nAnd 80 carats on my chest provides a special attraction\n50 Gs in my jeans, plus the dough from the white\nIt\'s a reason I\'m the king\nGirl, I know what you like, c\'mon\n\n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child & Beyoncé]\nIf his status ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nKnown to carry big things\nIf you know what I mean\nIf his status ain\'t hood Ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nGotta know to get dough\nAnd he better be street\n\n[Verse 4: Michelle Williams with Beyoncé]\nI like them boys over there, they lookin\' strong tonight Strong tonight\nJust might give one the phone tonight Phone tonight\nHomie in the dickies in my zone tonight Zone tonight\nHe don\'t know it might be on tonight On tonight\nOoh, he lookin\' good and he talkin\' right Talkin\' right\nHe the type that might change my life Change my life\nEvery time he look at me, my girls be like Girls be like\nThat one may be the one tonight\n\n[Chorus: Destiny\'s Child & Beyoncé]\nIf his status ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nKnown to carry big things\nIf you know what I mean\nIf his status ain\'t hood Ain\'t hood\nI ain\'t checkin\' for him\nBetter be street if he lookin\' at me\nI need a soldier\nThat ain\'t scared to stand up for me\nGotta know to get dough\nAnd he better be street\n\n[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]\nHey, see, Cash Money is a army\nI\'m walkin\' with purple hearts on me\nYou talkin\' to the sergeant\nBody marked up like the subway in Harlem, call him\nWeezy F., baby, please say that, baby\nIf you don\'t see me on the block, I ain\'t tryin\' to hide\nI blend in wit\' the hood, I\'m camouflaged\nBandanna tied, so mami, join my troop\nNow every time she hear my name, she salute!\n\n[Refrain: Beyoncé & Destiny\'s Child]\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nThey wanna take care of me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nDon\'t mind takin\' one for me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nThey wanna spend that on me Where they at?\nI know some soldiers in here\nWhere they at? Where they at?\nWouldn\'t mind puttin\' that on me Where they at?15Embed', 'default'",0
2878,Benassi_Bros_Feat_Sandy___Illusion,happy,"""Illusion Original  I wanna be your illusion\nBe your illusion\nTo make you happy tonight\nEnjoy this trip with me\nI wanna be your emotion, be your emotion\nWhy don't you turn off the lights?\nImagine how we could be living…\n\nSometimes i wonder why\nWe have no limits\nEverything we do is try\nTo find out who we are\nWe won't stop playing\nThat special game of love\nAnd when we get together\nThe time is running\nI'll be a dream that you'll remember\nOver and over\nIf only you try me, if only you touch me\nI wanna be your illusion\nBe your illusion\nTo make you happy tonight\nEnjoy this trip with me\nI wanna be your emotion, be your emotion\nWhy don't you turn off the lights?\nImagine how we could be living…\n\nThrough the darkness of the town\nLooking for a lover\nI'm praying you to stay\nTo keep the promise you made\nCan't you see it baby?\nIt's a part of the game\nAnd everytime that you say no\nYou got me going crazy\nI'm going out my mind\nI'll do what you want me to\nI'm a victim baby\nJust push me through\n\nI wanna be your illusion\nBe your illusion\nTo make you happy tonight\nEnjoy this trip with me\nI wanna be your emotion\nBe your emotion\nWhy don't you turn off the lights?\nImagine how we could be living…\nYou might also likeI wanna be your illusion i\nWanna do what makes you feel all right\nIt's a matter of time now babe\nIt's a matter of fact now babe\nI'm gonna make you feel good",0
8667,Everclear___Father_Of_Mine,anger,"""Father of Mine  Father of mine\nTell me where have you been?\nYou know I just closed my eyes\nMy whole world disappeared\nFather of mine\nTake me back to the day\nYeah, when I was still your golden boy\nBack before you went away\n\nI remember blue skies walking the block\nI loved it when you held me high\nI loved to hear you talk\nYou would take me to the movie\nYou would take me to the beach\nYou would take me to a place inside\nThat's so hard to reach\nOh!\nFather of mine\nTell me where did you go?\nYeah, you had the world inside your hand\nBut you did not seem to know\nFather of mine\nTell me what do you see?\nWhen you look back at your wasted life\nAnd you don't see me\n\nI was ten years old\nDoin' all that I could\nIt wasn't easy for me to be a scared white boy\nIn a black neighborhood\nSometimes you would send me a birthday card\nWith a five dollar bill\nI never understood you then\nAnd I guess I never will\n\nThen he walked away\nDaddy gave me a name\nMy daddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nDaddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nMy daddy gave me a name\nOh yeah\nYou might also likeYeah\nDaddy gave me a name\nDaddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nDaddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nMy daddy gave me a name\nYeah\nYeah\nOh yeah\n\nFather of mine\nTell me where have you been?\nYeah, I just closed my eyes\nAnd the world disappeared\nFather of mine\nTell me how do you sleep?\nWith the children you abandoned\nAnd the wife I saw you beat\nI will never be safe\nI will never be sane\nI will always be weird inside\nI will always be lame\nNow I'm a grown man\nWith a child of my own\nAnd I swear, I'll never let her know\nAll the pain I have known\nThen he walked away\nDaddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nMy daddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nMy daddy gave me a name\nThen he walked away\nMy daddy gave me a name\n\nThen he walked away\nYeah\nThen he walked away\nYeah\nThen he walked away\nOh yeah2",3
4221,Brett_Dennen___The_One_Who_Loves_You_the_Most,sad,"""The One Who Loves You The Most  When the sky is falling from above you\nAnd the wind is raging from the coast\nAnd you want someone who truly loves you\nI will be the one who loves you the most\n\nWhen the masquerade and burlesqued balls\nBecome too ordinary to boast\nYou complain about the parade and curtain calls\nI will be the one who loves you the most\nYeah, I will be the one who loves you the most\nWhen the women with their stolen graces\nDon't invite you to play host\nTo their daughters with fake faces\nI will be the one who loves you the most\n\nWhen all the debutantes desert you\nAnd all the doorways are all closed\nAnd the harlequins have hurt you\nI will be the one who loves you the most\nI will be the one who loves you the most\n\nWhen your suitors sneering swank beside you\nAnd leave you hollow like a ghost\nAnd you just want somebody to confide to\nI will be the one who loves you the most\nI will be the one who loves you the most\n\nSee, when you forgive your imperfections\nAnd you've auctioned all your clothes\nAnd look to see your true reflection\nYou will be the one who loves you the most\nYou will be the one who loves you the most\nYou will be the one who loves you the most",1
1771,Archies___Sugar_Sugar,happy,"""Sugar, Sugar  [Chorus]\nSugar, ah honey honey\nYou are my candy girl\nAnd you've got me wanting you\nHoney, ah sugar sugar\nYou are my candy girl\nAnd you've got me wanting you\n\n[Verse 1]\nI just can't believe the loveliness of loving you\nI just can't believe it's true\nI just can't believe the wonder of this feeling, too\nI just can't believe it's true\n[Chorus]\nAh sugar, ah honey honey\nYou are my candy girl\nAnd you've got me wanting you\nAh honey, ah sugar sugar\nYou are my candy girl\nAnd you've got me wanting you\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I kissed you, girl, I knew how sweet a kiss could be\nI know how sweet a kiss can be\nLike the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me\nPour your sweetness over me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSugar, pour a little sugar on it honey\nPour a little sugar on it baby\nI'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah\nPour a little sugar on it oh yeah\nPour a little sugar on it honey\nPour a little sugar on it baby\nI'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah\nPour a little sugar on it honey\n\n[Chorus]\nAh sugar, ah honey honey\nYou are my candy girl\nAnd you've got me wanting you\nOh honey, honey, sugar sugar...\nYou are my candy girlYou might also like14",0
21,10_Years___Through_The_Iris,sad,"""Through The Iris  [Verse 1]\nCherish\nTwo circular hues of blue with a gray shade\nSo captivating\nMore than you know\nFalse perceptions\nThat brought forth these questions of\nTruth, love and hope\nNow that you're injuring\nI'll carry you with me just\nPlease hold on\n[Hook]\nDisappear and dissolve\nA weakening wall\nWill one day fall\nIt's wise to sever our loss\nI redefine pulse\nThrough your iris\n\n[Verse 2]\nLove's not all lost\nBut it's nailed to my cross\nAnd crucified all that I've held on\nTo be awaiting\nAnticipating a touch such as yours\nFalse affection\nA spawn of neglecting\nOf love, lust, hoax\nPlease understand me\nThat now where you're standing\nIs closer then I'd hoped\n\n[Hook x3]You might also like2",1
7812,Eels___Your_Lucky_Day_In_Hell,sad,"""Your Lucky Day in Hell  Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand\nAnd then she finally gave birth\nYears go by, still I don't know\nWho shall inherit this earth\nAnd no one will know my name until it's on a stone\nWoah\n\nThis could be your lucky day in hell\nNever know who it might be at your doorbell\nThis could be your lucky day in hell, in hell\nWaking up with an ugly face\nWinston Churchill in drag\nLooking for new maternal embrace\nAnother tired old gag\nAm I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?\nWoah\n\nThis could be your lucky day in hell\nNever know who it might be at your doorbell\nThis could be your lucky day in hell, in hell\n\nFather Theresa, you can't make me into you\nI never wanna be like you\nWhy can't you see, it's me\nYou know it's time to let me go\n\nThis could be your lucky day in hell\nNever know who it might be at your doorbell\nThis could be your lucky day in hell, in hell, in hell\n\nThis could be your lucky day in hell\nNever know who it might be at your doorbell in hell\nThis could be your lucky day in hell, in hell\nIn hell, in hell",1
1084,Amorphis___My_Kantele,sad,"""My Kantele  [Verse]\nTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense\nWho say that music, reckon that the kantele\nWas fashioned by a god\nOut of great pike's shoulders\nFrom a water-dog's hooked bones:\nIt was made from the grief\n\n[Chorus]\nIts belly out of hard days\nIts soundboard from endless woes\nStrings gathered from torments\nAnd its pegs from other ills\nTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense\n[Chorus]\nIts belly out of hard days\nIts soundboard from endless woes\nStrings gathered from torments\nAnd its pegs from other ills\nTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense\n\n[Outro]\nSo it not play, will not rejoice at all\nMusic will not play to please\nGive off the right sort of joy\nFor it was fashioned from cares\nMolded from sorrow",1
7672,Echo__The_Bunnymen___My_Kingdom,sad,"""My Kingdom  [Verse]\nI chop and I change and the mystery thickens\nThere's blood on my hands and you want me to listen\nTo brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle\nBorn of the grain like all good riddles\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom kingdom kingdom\n[Verse]\nYou kill when you talk and the enemy weakens\nYour words start to walk when you're not even speaking\nIf my heart is a war its soldiers are bleeding\nIf my heart is a war its soldiers are dead\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom kingdom kingdom\n\n[Bridge]\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\n\n[Verse]\nI've lost and I've gained and while I was thinking\nYou cut off my hands when I wanted to twist\nIf you know how to dance to Boney Maroney\nHe's doing the ballet on both of his wrists\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour k-k- k- k- k- kingdom, king-k- k- k- k-\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also likeB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nAnd thy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom, kingdom, kingdom\n\n[Outro]\nYou're a bitter malign person\nAnd the di-di-did death is well overdue\nKing of Pain\nKing of Pain\nYou suck the blood that kills you\nKing of Pain\nYou kiss the hand that hates you\nKing of Pain\nYou're a bitter malign person\nKing of Pain\nAnd your death is well overdue\nKing of Pain\nYou're a sucking, bitter pain\nKing of Pain1",1
7200,Dinah_Washington___Aint_Misbehavin,happy,"""Ain’t Misbehavin’  No one to talk with, all by myself\nNo one to walk with but I'm happy on the shelf\nAin't misbehavin', I'm savin' my love for you\n\nI know for certain the one I love\nI'm through with flirtin', it's just you I'm thinkin' of\nAin't misbehavin', just savin' my love for you\n\nLike Jack Horner in that corner\nDon't go nowhere, what do I care?\nYour kisses are worth my waitin' for, believe me\nI don't stay out late, don't care to go\nI'm home about eight, just me and my radio\nAin't misbehavin', just savin' my love for you\n\nLike Jack Horner in the corner\nDon't go nowhere, what do I care?\nYour kisses are worth my waitin' for, believe me\n\nI don't stay out late, don't care to go\nI'm home about eight, just me and my radio\nAin't misbehavin', just savin' my love for you",0
1768,Archie_Bronson_Outfit___Armour_For_A_Broken_Heart,happy,"'Armour for a Broken Heart  This is how I live\nThis is how I live\nThis is how I live\nWith the sparks you give\n\nThis is how I sing\nThis is how I sing\nThis is how I sing\nTo the heart of another\n\nArmour for a broken heart\nArmour for a broken heart\nThis is how we live\nThis is how we live\nThis is how we live\nWe run animals down\n\nTime can eat you up\nTime can eat you up\nLiving is an art\nWhen your heart is dark\n\nArmour for a broken heart\nArmour for a broken heart\n\nOur love song, our love song\nOur love song, our love song\nOur love song, our love song\nOur love song, our love songYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6767,Dead_Prez___Be_Healthy,sad,"""Be Healthy  [Intro: stic.man]\nIt's all love\n\n[Verse 1: stic.man]\nI don't eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets\nOnly ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat\nI'm from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro\nCurry falafel, barbecued tofu\nNo fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes\nOnly ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges\nExercising daily to stay healthy\nAnd I rarely drink water out the tap 'cause it's filthy\n[Verse 2: M1]\nLentil soup is mental fruit\nAnd ginger root is good for the yout'\nFresh vegetable with dem ital stew\nSweet yam fries with the green calalloo\nCareful how you season and prepare your foods\n'Cause you don't wanna lose vitamins and minerals\nAnd that's the jewel, life brings life, it's valuable\nSo I eat what comes from the ground, it's natural\nLet your food be your medicine uh huh, no Excederin uh uh\nStrictly herb, generate in the sun 'cause I got melanin\nAnd drink water, eight glasses a day\n'Cause that's what they say\n\n[Chorus: stic.man]\nThey say you are what you eat, so I strive to eat healthy\nMy goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy\n'Cause true wealth comes from good health and wise ways\nWe got to start taking better care of ourselves\nThey say you are what you eat, so I strive to eat healthy\nMy goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy\n'Cause true wealth comes from good health and wise ways\nWe got to start taking better care of ourselves\nBe healthy y'all\n\n[Outro: Prodigy]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, hold the fuck up, yo\nWe'll take this little intermission, listen what the\nFuck we gotta say, y'know?\nWord is bond son, niggas been livin foul for too long, knowamsayin?\nSmokin bogeys, fuckin drinkin all types of shit\nWailin out, not givin a fuck what they puttin in they\nBodies, son, knowamsayin?\n'Bout time niggas start thinkin about that shit, son, knowamsayin?\nThat shit is fuckin, makin us deteriorate, son\nWord up, we gotta care bout our little babies an shit, son\nNiggas got kids to raise, straight up\nYa gotta start learnin yo self, learning bout ya health, son\nLearnin this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin?\nIt's time to start changin' all that shit god, word up\nSo I'm gonna leave y'all niggas on some shit like that, ya knowamean?\nWord up, y'all niggas better start usin y'all minds an\nShit, kid\nPeaceYou might also like4",1
9187,FixmerMcCarthy___Destroy,anger,"""Destroy  Destroy\nDon't want to tell you\nYou know who you are\nDon't want to meet you\nYou know who you are\nI want to destroy you\nYou know who you are\nTo me you're nothing\nDestroy nothing\nDestroy",3
6536,Daughtry___September,sad,"""September  [Verse 1]\nHow the time passed away, all the trouble that we gave\nAnd all those days we spent out by the lake\nHas it all gone to waste? All the promises we made\nOne by one, they vanish just the same\n\n[Chorus]\nOf all the things I still remember\nSummer's never looked the same\nThe years go by and time just seems to fly\nBut the memories remain\nIn the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain\nNothing to lose but everything to gain\nReflecting now on how things could've been\nIt was worth it in the end\n[Verse 2]\nNow it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear\nSo we made our way by finding what was real\nNow the days are so long that summer's moving on\nWe reach for something that's already gone, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nOf all the things I still remember\nSummer's never looked the same\nThe years go by and time just seems to fly\nBut the memories remain\nIn the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain\nNothing to lose, but everything to gain\nReflecting now on how things could've been\nIt was worth it in the end\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, we knew we had to leave this town\nBut we never knew when\nAnd we never knew how\nWe would end up here the way we are\nYeah, we knew we had to leave this town\nBut we never knew when\nAnd we never knew how\nWe would end up here the way we are\nSee Daughtry LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus]\nOf all the things I still remember\nSummer's never looked the same\nThe years go by and time just seems to fly\nBut the memories remain\nIn the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain\nNothing to lose but everything to gain\nReflecting now on how things could've been\nIt was worth it in the end\n\n[Outro]\nHey, yeah, yeah, yeah10",1
538,Air___Left_Bank,calm,"""Left Bank  [Verse 1]\nLeft bank, I'm waiting for someone\nSomeone to be my friend\nOutside, traffic's running slowly\nI hear it from my window\n\n[Chorus]\nWithout you, I'm getting lost\nWithout you, there's no release\nI can't hold the sun\nI can't hold the sun\n[Verse 2]\nIt's raining, love is not around me\nHow can it get so cold?\nHomesick, this is how I feel now\nThis is how you left me\n\n[Chorus]\nWithout you, I'm getting lost\nWithout you, there's no release\nI can't hold the sun\nI can't hold the sun\n\nWithout you, I'm getting lost\nWithout you, there's no release\nI can't hold the sun\nI can't hold the sun",2
6368,Daniel_Merriweather___Impossible,happy,"""Impossible  Oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, for your love\n\nI would do anything\nI would say anything\nI would try anything\nFor your love\nI would climb anywhere\nI would go anywhere\nI would walk anywhere\nFor your love, oh\n\nOh\n\nGirl I’ve probably said some corny lines\nThat I know you’ve heard a thousand times\nI would do anything and everything to express my love for you\nI don’t care what I’ve gotta do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh\n\nA thousand armies couldn’t stop me, no\n'Cause there ain’t nothing impossible\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing impossible for your love, your love\n\nNo matter what people say\nNo matter how far you stray, yea\nI would go all the way\nFor your love, your love\n\nNo matter how great or small\nNo matter how tall the wall\nWinter, spring, summer, fall\nI’ll do it all for your love, your love\nYou might also likeAnd I know I’ve said some corny lines\nThat you’ve probably heard a thousand times\nI would do anything and everything to express my love for you\nI don’t care what I’ve gotta do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh\n\nA thousand armies couldn’t stop me, no\n'Cause there ain’t nothing impossible\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing impossible for your love, your love\n\nStormy weather couldn’t stop me, no\n'Cause there ain’t nothing impossible\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing impossible for your love, your love, your love\n\nThere is nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing impossible\nNothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing impossible\nOh no, nothing, nothing, for your love, your love\n\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing impossible\nNothing, nothing, nothing, nothing’s impossible\nOh no, nothing, nothing, for your love, your love, your love, your love\n\nA thousand armies couldn’t stop me, no\n'Cause there ain’t nothing impossible\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing impossible for your love, your love\n\nStormy weather couldn’t stop me, no\nCause there ain’t nothing impossible\nThere ain’t nothing, nothing, nothing impossible for your love, your love, your love",0
6215,DESTRUCTION___Bullets_From_Hell,anger,"""Bullets from Hell  Hate is all I feel\nDisgust is a disease no one can heal\nFrustration - no big deal\nThis suckin' life can't be fuckin' real\nSalvation of our sanity\nIs what they preach to the silly humanity\nBut greed and ignorance\nKnocks down the level of my tolerance\n\n[Bridge:] I don't give a fuck if they endorse political crime\nThe crap they preach is just like a bad rhyme\nDon't trust the one with the smile on the face\nOr you'll disappear without a trace\n[Pre:] I Suffer from this curse - a verdict of my hate\nYou won't forget this verse - you can't change our fate\nII You won't forget this words - no one can tell\nDeep from my heart I shoot - bullets from hell\nBullets - bullets from hell\nBullets - bullets from hell\nBullets from hell\nAn ambush - I'm born to scream it out\nI ain't no preacher - there's no fuckin' doubt\nListen - to this desperate words\nUnderstand - I hit where it hurts\n[Repeat bridge]\n[Repeat pre I & II]\nSee - the nightmares I bring\nFeel - the unholy sting\nSmell - the fragrance of decay\nHear - my screams they will stay\n[Repeat]\nBullets - bullets from hell [x4]",3
8917,Fats_Domino___Blue_Monday,happy,"""Blue Monday  Blue Monday, how I hate Blue Monday\nGot to work like a slave all day\nHere come Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday\nI'm so tired, got no time to play\n\nHere come Wednesday, I'm beat to my socks\nMy gal calls, got to tell her that I'm out\n'Cause Thursday is a hard workin' day\nAnd Friday I get my pay\n\nSaturday mornin', oh Saturday mornin'\nAll my tiredness has gone away\nGot my money and my honey\nAnd I'm out on the stand to play\nSunday mornin', my head is bad\nBut it's worth it for the time that I've had\nBut I've got to get my rest\n'Cause Monday is a mess\n\nSaturday mornin', oh Saturday mornin'\nAll my tiredness has gone away\nGot my money and my honey\nAnd I'm out on the stand to play\n\nSunday mornin', my head is bad\nBut it's worth it for the time that I've had\nBut I've got to get my rest\n'Cause Monday is a mess",0
2871,Ben_Lee___Apple_Candy,calm,"'Apple Candy  I want to know what he knows\nI want to feel what he felt\nI want to go where he\'s been\n\nI want to know what he knows\nI want to hear your secrets\nI want you and I want him\n\n\'Cause you smell like apple candy\nAnd we\'re singing hallelujah\nAnd the edge in your affection broke my skin\nBut I want to know what he knows\nI want to touch what he touched\nCall me by his name\n\n\'Cause I know you made a promise\nYou told him he\'s your lover\nMake me feel the same\n\n\'Cause you smell like apple candy\nAnd we\'re singing hallelujah\nAnd I\'m feeling so much younger than my years\n\nWell I want to know what he knows\nI want to go where he\'s been\nI want you and I want him\n\nSo you said, ""Go find some trouble.""\nAnd you would do the same\nAnd we opened up our hearts and we could change\n\nAnd you smell like apple candy\nAnd we\'re singing hallelujah\nAnd you smell like apple candy\nAnd we\'re singing hallelujah\n\nI want to know what he knows\nI want to feel what he felt\nI want to touch what he touched\nI want to go where he\'s been\nI want you and I want himYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
8939,Feeder___Come_Back_Around,happy,"""Come Back Around  [Verse 1]\nTurning into something\nDrifting off to old ways\nGot to pull myself back in\n\nHolding back the questions\nWe're bruised with all rejection\nGotta pull myself back in\n\n[Chorus]\nSuffer the breaks\nYou know I still remember it\nIt keeps burning away\nI know that you may take a while\nTo come back around\n[Post-Chorus]\nCome back around\nI miss you around\n\n[Verse 2]\nReaching out for someone\nBurning out for so long\nGot to pull myself back in\n\nThere's no new religion\nAnd there's no real solution\nGotta pull myself back in\n\n[Chorus]\nSuffer the breaks\nYou know I still remember it\nIt keeps burning away\nI know that you may take a while\nTo come back\nWe suffer the breaks\nYou know I still remember it\nIt keeps burning away\nI know that you may take a while\nTo come back around\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nCome back around\nCome back around\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nFeel you're going under\nSo keep on treading water\nGot to pull myself back in\n\nFeel no obligation\nBut no more indecision\nGotta pull myself back in\n\n[Chorus]\nSuffer the breaks\nYou know I still remember it\nIt keeps burning away\nI know that you may take a while\nTo come back\nWe suffer the breaks\nYou know I still remember it\nIt keeps burning away\nI know that it may take a while\nI know you may take a while\nTo come back around",0
3384,Black_Sabbath___Sabbath_Bloody_Sabbath,sad,"""Sabbath Bloody Sabbath  [Verse 1]\nYou've seen right through distorted eyes, you know you had to learn\nThe execution of your mind, you really had to turn\nThe race is run, the book is read, the end begins to show\nThe truth is out, the lies are old, but you don't want to know\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody will ever let you know\nWhen you ask the reasons why\nThey just tell you that you're on your own\nFill your head all full of lies\n[Verse 2]\nThe people who have crippled you, you wanna see them burn\nThe gates of life have closed on you, and there's just no return\nYou're wishing that the hands of doom could take your mind away\nAnd you don't care if you don't see again the light of day\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody will ever let you know\nWhen you ask the reasons why\nThey just tell you that you're on your own\nFill your head all full of lies, you bastards!\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nWhere can you run to? What more can you do?\nNo more tomorrow, life is killing you\nDreams turn to nightmares, heaven turns to Hell\nBurnt out confusion, nothing more to tell, yeah\nEverything around you, what's it coming to?\nGod knows as your dog nose, bog, blast all of you\nSabbath bloody sabbath, nothing more to do\nLiving just for dying, dying just for you, yeahYou might also like10",1
9435,Frank_Sinatra___Night_And_Day,happy,"""Night and Day  Night and day, you are the one\nOnly you 'neath the moon or under the sun\nWhether near to me or far\nIt's no matter, darling, where you are\nI think of you day and night\n\nNight and day, why is it so\nThat this longin' for you follows wherever I go?\nIn the roarin' traffic's boom\nIn the silence of my lonely room\nI think of you day and night\nNight and day, under the hide of me\nThere's an, oh, such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me\nAnd its torment won't be through\n'Til you let me spend my life makin' love to you\nDay and night, night and day\n\nNight and day, you are the one\nOnly you 'neath the moon or under the sun\nWhether near to me or far\nIt's no matter, baby, where you are\nI think of you day and night\n\nNight and day, why is it so\nThat this longin' for you follows wherever I go?\nIn the roarin' traffic's boom\nSilence of my lonely room\nI think of you day and night\n\nNight and day, under the hide of me\nThere's an, oh, such a hungry burning inside of me\nAnd its torment won't be through\n'Til you let me spend life makin' love to you\nDay and night, night and dayYou might also like3",0
8678,Everly_Brothers___Let_It_Be_Me,happy,"""Let It Be Me  [Verse 1]\nI bless the day I found you\nI want to stay around you\nAnd so I beg you, let it be me\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't take this heaven from one\nIf you must cling to someone\nNow and forever, let it be me\n\n[Bridge]\nEach time we meet love\nI find complete love\nWithout your sweet love\nWhat would life be?\n[Verse 3]\nSo never leave me lonely\nTell me you love me only\nAnd that you'll always let it be me\n\n[Bridge]\nEach time we meet love\nI find complete love\nWithout your sweet love\nWhat would life be?\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo never leave me lonely\nTell me you love me only\nAnd that you'll always let it be meYou might also like2",0
2685,Beirut___Brandenburg,happy,"""Brandenburg  Send me now, the winter's over\nA light turns out, the winds are colder\nThe love we've had will turn all over\nGoing south and we are older\n\nOn the one time I told you also\nOn a night like this you all turn around\nNo but I, I won't have you anymore\nNo and I, I can't have you anymore\n\nAnd some days we're all alone on the banks of the Rhine\nAnd some days all we have was worth while\nAnd some sing dreams of spears chosen once in life\nAnd some days we're all alone on the banks of the Rhine",0
9545,Freemasons___Heartbreak_Make_Me_A_Dancer,happy,"""Heartbreak Make Me a Dancer  [Intro]\nHeartbreak, heartbreak\n\n[Verse 1]\nI've tried to hold myself together\nTried to forget you've gone away\nThe tears I've cried\nThey won't subside\nUnless the music starts to play\n\n[Chorus]\nHeartbreak, make me a dancer, dancer\nDJ, give me the answer, answer\nLove, stop getting me down, down, down\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\nHeartbreak, make me a dancer, dancer\nKeep my heart beating faster, faster\nLove, stop bringing me down, down, down\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\n[Verse 2]\nI need to feel I'm getting stronger\nLong as I'm moving it feels true\nAnd with each step with each step\nI will forget I will forget\nForget all of those memories of you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nKeep it coming\nKeep it coming on and on and on\n\n[Chorus]\nHeartbreak, make me a dancer, dancer\nDJ, give me the answer, answer\nLove, stop getting me down, down, down\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\nHeartbreak, make me a dancer, dancer\nKeep my heart beating faster, faster\nLove, stop bringing me down, down, down\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\n\n[Bridge]\nHeartbreak, heartbreak\nHeartbreak, heartbreak\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\nDancer, dancer, dancer\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nHeartbreak, make me a dancer, dancer\nDJ, give me the answer, answer\nLove, stop bringing me down, down, down\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone\n\n[Outro]\nDo it alone, I couldn't do it alone2",0
6619,David_Gray___The_Other_Side,sad,"""The Other Side  Meet me on the other side\nMeet me on the other side\nI'll see you on the other side\nSee you on the other side\n\nHoney now if I'm honest\nI still don't know what love is\nAnother mirage folds\nInto the haze of time recalled\nAnd now the floodgates cannot hold\nAll my sorrow, all my rage\nA tear drop falls on every page\nMeet me on the other side\nMeet me on the other side\n\nMaybe I oughta mention\nWas never my intention\nTo harm you or your kin\nAre you so scared to look within?\nThe ghosts are crawling on our skin\nWe may race and we may run\nWe'll not undo what has been done\nOr change the moment when it's gone\n\nMeet me on the other side\nMeet me on the other side\nI'll see you on the other side\nI'll see you on the other side\n\nI know it would be outrageous\nTo come on all courageous\nAnd offer you my hand\nTo pull you up on to dry land\nWhen all I got is sinking sand\nThat trick ain't worth the time it buys\nI'm sick of hearing my own lies\nAnd love's a raven when it flies\nSee David Gray LiveGet tickets as low as $134You might also likeMeet me on the other side\nMeet me on the other side\nI'll see you on the other side\nI'll see you on the other side\n\nAnd honey now if I'm honest\nI still don't know what love is",1
6444,Dark_Sanctuary___De_Lumiere_Et_DObscurite,sad,"""De Lumière Et D’Obscurité  Je suis si seul et il fait si froid ici\nLes lacs des cieux me gardent prisonnier\nUne cellule d'où la lumière est bannie\nJe ne suis plus un homme ici, je suis un ange ici\n\nDepuis 1000 ans je regarde son visage\nCes larmes de glace sont maintenant les siennes\nL'amour interdit que je porte pour cette femme\nMe fait désormais prisonnier des ténèbres\n\nJe ne suis plus aujourd'hui qu'un ange triste\nSeul, amoureux de la mère de l'humanité\nComment le comprendre dans la pureté de mon âme\nMais comment regretter un amour si profond pour cette femme\nPar delà les brumes j'ai perçu des murailles \nEt le visage de la mort sur son épaule\nPar delà les terres j'ai vu mes funérailles\nEt mon corps se reposer en de tristes sols\n\nTranslation\n\nOf Light and Darkness\n\nI am so lonely, it is so cold down here\nHeaven's lakes keep me captive\nA cell from where light has been banished\nHere am I no human being anymore, here am I an angel\n\nFor a thousand years have I been admiring her face\nThese frozen tears are now hers\nBy the forbidden love I bear this woman\nI am now a prisoner of darkness\n\nToday am I nothing more than a sad angel\nAlone, in love with the Mother of Humanity\nHow could I understand it, inspite of the purity of my soul\nThough how could I regret such a deep love for this woman\n\nBeyond the mist I have seen walls\nAnd Death's face over her shoulder\nBeyond the lands I have seen my funeral\nAnd my body lying in dismal soils\nYou might also likeTranslated from french by Pandora",1
7520,Dream_Evil___Children_Of_The_Night,calm,"""Children Of The Night  I've been waiting for a sign to lead the way\nAnd to take me there someday\nEven maybe I will not return again\nDeep inside I'm feeling blue\n\nLet us all go to this land that's far away\nDon't be frightened, you're not alone\n\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\nI'm still waiting for a call to lead me there\nI've been living in despair\nNight is falling, feel the darkness closing in\nThere is no way out of here\n\nLet us all go to this land that's far away\nDon't be frightened, you're not alone\n\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\n\nIn a night, in a dream, you have always seemed to be\nTake my hand, don't be scared, one can never be prepared\n\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\nChildren of the night\nSearching for the light - far away\n\nIn a night, in a dream, you have always seemed to be\nTake my hand, don't be scared, one can never be prepared\nIn a night, in a dream, you have always seemed to be\nTake my hand, don't be scared, one can never be prepared\nIn a night\nIn a dream\nIn a night, in a dream, you have always seemed to be\nTake my hand, don't be scared, one can never be prepared\nIn a night, in a dream, you have always seemed to be\nTake my hand, don't be scared, one can never be prepared",2
8757,Eyes_Set_to_Kill___Darling,anger,"""Darling  [Verse 1]\nDon't lie, don't lie to me now\nNow I'm erasing you\nThrowing those memories out\nOut to start something new\nI'm throwing those memories\nDarling, don't lie to me\nDarling, don't lie to me\nDarling, don't lie to me\nDarling don't\n[Verse 2]\nBreathe in slowly now\nDarling don't lie to me\nBreathe in slowly now\nDarling don't lie to me\nInhale truth I plead\nFor you're my only, hope\nDon't lie, don't leave\n\n[Breakdown]\nMind set on failure\nThe road you chose\nTold me you loved me\nTold me, no\n\n[Verse 3]\nTake your time I'm only dying\nPatiently I kneel here dying\nCurse the blood, you curse the blood\nDeep inside is where it lies\n\n[Bridge]\nDon't mind me, I'm only dying\nDon't mind me, I'm only dying\nWhat got me into this mess that devoured me\nDon't mind me, I'm only dying\nDon't mind me, I'm only dying\nLies and deceitful actions keep promising\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWhat got me into this mess that devoured me darling, don't lie\nLies and deceitful actions keep promising darling, don't lie\nWhat got me into this mess that devoured me darling, don't lie\nLies and deceitful actions keep promising darling don't lie1",3
4063,Brad_Paisley___Ive_Been_Better,sad,"""I’ve Been Better  [Verse 1]\nDarling' after you left I got that promotion\nThey transferred me out to La Jolla right on the ocean\nAnd now I'm making' more money than I can spend\nI've got a house on the beach and a bunch of new friends\nOh, you oughta hear what they say\nTelling' me that I've got it made\nBut\n\n[Chorus]\nI've been better\nYeah, I miss those times when we were still together\nRight now looking' back\nI don't think the past has ever been this clear\nAnd I realize sitting' here, as I write this letter\nOh, I've been better\n[Verse 2]\nI've been seeing' a girl that I met out in Spring Valley\nShe's having' the time of her life, least that's what she tells me\nShe says it's love and to tell you the truth\nI've tried my best to feel that way too\nOh, but I always realize\nWhen I look into her eyes\nThat\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nOh, I've been betterSee Brad Paisley LiveGet tickets as low as $299",1
1427,Anna_Ternheim___Somebodys_Outside,sad,"""Somebody Outside  Haven't you noticed\nThere is someone outside\nLooking through our window\nWhen we sleep at night\nYou must not leave me alone anymore\nAwake all night, worrying for\nYou to be with somebody else\nIt's time to be with somebody else\nDidn't I tell you\nAbout the dream I had last night\nWe were both in it\nAnd everything seemed so right\nWhen I opened up my eyes\nHe was standing behind our\nDon't remember the look on his face\nBut I remember, I remember what he said\nTo be with somebody else\nIt's time to be with somebody else\n??\nIt's time for you to be with somebody like me\nSomebdy touched me\nAnd whispered in my ear\nCome a little bit closer\nThere's nothing for you to fear here\nSo I left your sight\nFollowed my own voice now\nThe window was open\nBut he was gone\nAnd I went back to you\nTo be with somebody else\nIt's time to be with somebody else\n??\nIt's time for you to be with somebody outside",1
3199,Bis___Detour,sad,"""Detour  The future is clear\nLet's get into gear\nI'm willing to ask\nDo you wanna go my way?\nYou're out on your own\nYou're never alone\nThere's people around\nBut do you wanna go my way?\n\nThey threw me out of town, said I'm a hooligan\nThey never want to see my ugly face again\nI'm looking for a ride, I need to get someplace\nI'm feeling disillusioned with the human race\nHeat on the skyline, have you got the time?\nI'll sit here by the road for yet another day\nBut whatever road you're taking, I will go that way\nThere's trouble in town\nThey wanna see you go down\nLet's make our escape\nDo you wanna go my way?\nI'll give you what's mine\nI'll throw you a line\nJust make up your mind\nDo you wanna go my way?\n\nWhat do you want me to say?\nJust give me a little trust\nAnd answer me\nDo you wanna go my way?\n\nI don't know where I am, but it's a long way from home\nI haven't got a penny for the telephone\nI don't know who my friend are, who my friends will be\nBut I'm feeling like it's happening for you and me\nYou're my driver, I'm your passenger\nThe night is looking friendlier than any day\nWe're racing into it, and I will go that way\n\nThe future is bright\nWe'll drive by night\nIf anyone asks\nWe're busy making our own way\nWe'll sleep in the shade\nAnd watch what we've made\nThey'll never catch on\nSo do you wanna go my way?\nYou might also likeWhat do you want me say?\nJust give me a little trust",1
9185,FixmerMcCarthy___By_Any_Other_Name,sad,"""By Any Other Name  By Any Other Name\nNow we meet again\nI know your name\nYears and years go by\nBut you're the same\nYou crawl out of the darkest\nThroughts i have in mind\nYou drag me with you through\nYour deeds of every kind\nI am defensless\nI am cruel and i am dumb\nYou are the hand\nThat gives and takes for every one\nNow we meet again\nI know your name",1
3238,Björk___Hidden_Place,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsHidden Place  [Verse 1]\nThrough the warmthest cord of care\nYour love was sent to me\nI'm not sure what to do with it\nOr where to put it\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nI'm so close to tears\nAnd so close to\nSimply calling you up\nAnd simply suggesting\n[Chorus 1]\nWe go to that hidden place\nThat we go to that hidden place\nWe go to that hidden place\nWe go to the hidden place\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow I have been slightly shy\nAnd I can smell a pinch of hope\nTo almost have allowed one's fingers, to stroke\nThe fingers I was given to touch with\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nBut careful, careful\nThere lies my passion, hidden\nThere lies my love\nI'll hide it under a blanket\nLull it to sleep\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'll keep it in a hidden place\nI'll keep it in a hidden place\nKeep it in a hidden place\nKeep it in a hidden place\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe's the beautifullest, fragilest\nStill strong, dark and divine\nAnd the littleness of his movements\nHides himself\nHe invents a charm that makes him invisible\nHides in the hair\nSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like[Pre-Chorus 3]\nCan I hide there too?\nHide in the hair of him\nSeek solace\nSanctuary\n\n[Chorus 3]\nIn that hidden place\nIn a hidden place\nIn a hidden place\nWe'll stay in a hidden place\nOh, in a hidden place\nWe'll live in a hidden place\nWe'll be in a hidden place\nIn a hidden place24",1
6929,Desmond_Dekker___It_Mek,happy,"""It Mek  {Intro}\n\nAaaahhhh....\n\nYou think I never see you when you jump over de wall\nYou think I never see you when you accidentally fall\nMe said a it mek - mek you pop yu bitta gall\nA it mek - while you accidentally fall\nA it mek - hear she crying out for ice water\n{Bridge}\nAaaahh...Aaaaahh\n\nI check you out and you're cool,  girl\nI dig you out and you're cool,  girl\nRock it to me, children\n\nI told you once and I told you twice\nWhat sweet nanny goat a go run him belly good\nMe said a it mek - mek you pop yu bitta gall\nA it mek - while you accidentally fall\nA it mek - hear she crying out for ice water\n\n{Bridge}\n\nI check you out and you're cool,  girl\nI dig you out and you're cool,  girl\nRock it to me, children\n\nI told you once and I told you twice\nWhat sweet nanny goat a go run him belly good\nMe said a it mek - mek you pop yu bitta gall\nA it mek - while you accidentally fall\nA it mek - hear she crying out for ice water\n\nAaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh.......\nI check you out and you're cool,  girl\nAaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh...Aaaaahh.......\nI dig you out and you're cool,  girl\nAaaaaahh...You might also like3",0
2012,At_The_Gates___Slaughter_Of_The_Soul,anger,"""Slaughter of the Soul  [Verse 1]\nNever again\nOn your force-fed illusions to choke\nYou feed off my pain\nFeed off my life\n\n[Bridge]\nThere won't be another dawn\nWe will reap as we have sown\n\n[Verse 2]\nAlways the same\nMy tired eyes have seen enough\nOf all your lies\nMy hate is blind\n[Bridge]\nThere won't be another dawn\nWe will reap as we have sown\n\nReap as we have sown\n\nDo it!\n\n[Chorus]\nSlaughter of the soul\nSuicidal final art\nChildren, born of sin\nTear your soul apart\n\n[Verse 3]\nNever again\nMy tired eyes have seen enough\nOf all your lies\nMy hate is blind\n\n[Bridge]\nThere won't be another dawn\nWe will reap as we have sown\n\nReap as we have sown\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSlaughter of the soul\nSuicidal final art\nChildren, born of sin\nTear your soul apart\n\n[Unsung Outro]\nMen must attempt to develop in themselves and their children\nLiberation from the sense of self\nMen must be free from boundaries, patterns and consistencies\nIn order to be free to think, feel and create in new ways1",3
2021,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Revolution_Action,happy,"""Revolution Action  ACTION!!!!!!!!!\nIt's time to live and it's time to die!\nIt's time to live and it's time to die!\nIt's time to live and it's time to die!\nIt's time to live: REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!\nWhat we gonna go for?\nWhat we gonna go for?\nWhat we gonna go for? REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!\nWhat we gonna go for? What we gonna go for?\nWhat we gonna go for? REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!\nWelcome to step one - I can't wait no longer -\nLet's make it happen!!!!!!!!!!!!\nAnother investigation of our generation!\nSublime information!\nThe collapse of a century!!!!!\nI'm targeted at the Whitehouse\nLike a bullet from a gun! Waste my life from scratch...\nBut at least we will leave a bad taste in your mouth!!!!\nDope - Fly - Fly - don't take it\nTake it out too far and I won't fake it!\nA blank promise - your words -\nNothing else than another hell ride\nWe got to!!!!!\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!! What we gonna go for????\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!! What we gonna go for????\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nWhat we gonna go for???? What we gonna go for????\nRevolution!!!!!! Action!!!!!\nRevolution - Action - Revolution - Action!!!!!!\nWe got to....\nAre you ready???????\nA shoot - a pain - with the knife between my teeth\nAnd then I leave you in cold blood!!!! I'm comin' at ya!!!\nI'm comin' at ya!!!!!!!! Carl Crack like a flamin' arrow -\nBurning the regime of terror!!!!\nWith a gun pointing at my head\nI realise what I could get instead!!!\nWhat you gonna go for????? What you gonna go for?????\nWhat you gonna go for?????????? REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!!\nWhat you gonna go for?\nWhat you gonna go for? REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!\nWhat you gonna go for? What you gonna go for?\nWhat you gonna go for? REVOLUTION ACTION!!!!\nMany people are in power but none of them is one of us -\nPress and media any hour - NOW TELL ME:\nWHAT'S WRONG WITH US????????????????\nIn the lion's throat I stand and wanna know!!!!!!!!\nSurrounded by me and my gang... your life just blows!!!\nBREAK INTO THE CENTER WHERE YOUR HEART GOES!!!!!!!!!\nYou hold the cigarette like you're trying to understand\nBut what if the next person near you\nIS TAKING THE TRUTH OUT OF YOUR HANDS????????\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nWhat we gonna go for????? ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nIT AIN'T SELF-DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nIT AIN'T SELF-DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\nREVOLUTION ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You might also like1",0
251,Abba___Thank_You_For_The_Music,happy,"""Thank You for the Music  [Verse 1]\nI'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore\nIf I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before\nBut I have a talent, a wonderful thing\n'Cause everyone listens when I start to sing\nI'm so grateful and proud\nAll I want is to sing it out loud\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I say thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing\nThanks for all the joy they're bringing\nWho can live without it? I ask in all honesty\nWhat would life be?\nWithout a song or a dance, what are we?\nSo I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me\n[Verse 2]\nMother says I was a dancer before I could walk\nMhm, she says I began to sing long before I could talk\nAnd I've often wondered, how did it all start?\nWho found out that nothing can capture a heart\nLike a melody can?\nWell, whoever it was, I'm a fan\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I say thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing\nThanks for all the joy they're bringing\nWho can live without it? I ask in all honesty\nWhat would life be?\nWithout a song or a dance, what are we?\nSo I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me\n\n[Bridge]\nI've been so lucky\nI am the girl with golden hair\nI wanna sing it out to everybody\nWhat a joy, what a life, what a chance\n\n[Chorus]\nThank you for the music, the songs I'm singing\nThanks for all the joy they're bringing\nWho can live without it? I ask in all honesty\nWhat would life be?\nWithout a song or a dance, what are we?\nSo I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me\nYou might also like[Outro]\nSo I say thank you for the music, for giving it to me7",0
6973,Devendra_Banhart___We_All_Know,happy,"""We All Know  We all know\nThat the wind blows\nAnd the moon glows\nAnd our lungs grow\n\nWe belong to the floating hand\nThat's made by some animals\n\nAnd we all dance so\nWe can let go\nAnd remove clothes\nAnd trade loans\nLike the type of tongue that roots from your breast\nAnd it shakes your pretty little clavicle\n\nA good friend\nIs walking\nTo a homeland\nAnd inside land\n\nAnd to him I said\nYou can leave your eyes at the horizon's dead door\n'Cause you won't need them anymore\n\nThe children\nSpend the dawning\nAnd the morning\nDisappearing\n\nThey reappeared as a seed of love\nYou know, the hard parts are vegetables\n\nWe all know",0
1672,Apples_In_Stereo___Can_You_Feel_It,happy,"'Can You Feel It?  Uh-oh, uh-oh, turn up your stereo\nUh-oh, uh-oh, I feel electric when the meter starts to glow\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh, turn up your stereo\nUh-oh, uh-oh, I feel the magic when the speaker starts to blow\n\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nIt makes you feel good\nIt makes you feel good\nUh-oh, uh-oh, turn up your stereo\nUh-oh, uh-oh, drown out the static on the FM radio\n\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nIt makes you feel good\nIt makes you feel good\n\nUh-oh, uh-oh, turn up your stereo\nUh-oh, uh-oh, drown out the bullshit on the FM radio\n\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nCan you feel it?\nIt makes you feel good\nIt makes you feel goodYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2928,Better_Luck_Next_Time___Without_You,happy,"""Without You  [Verse 1]\nHere we go again, down the same road again\nAnd it feels like everything’s changing\nYou can blame me for the way things used to be\nI know all the games that you’re playing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI’m tired of your second chances\nAnd dealing with your selfish ways\nAnd I’m thru' making up with you\nI don’t care what you have to say\n[Chorus]\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo need to admit, just as soon as I was whipped\nYou started taking full advantage\nHappened to my friend, said she’d be there ‘till the end\nI guess things are worth fighting for Are worth fighting for\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI’m tired of your second chances\nAnd dealing with your selfish ways Your selfish ways\nAnd I’m thru' making up with you\nI don’t care what you have to say\n\n[Bridge]\nOne, two, three, go!\n\n[Chorus]\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\nI’m on my own\nI hope you know that I’m better off here without you\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWithout you Without you",0
6618,David_Gilmour___Where_We_Start,calm,"""Where We Start  Where we start is where we end\nWe step out sweetly with nothing planned\nAlong by the river we feed bread to the swans\nAnd then over the footbridge to the woods beyond\n\nWe walk ourselves weary, you and I\nThere's just this moment\n\nI light a campfire away from the path\nWe lie in the bluebells, a woodpecker laughs\nTime passes slowly our hearts entwined\nAll of the dark times left behind\n\nThe day is done\nThe sun sinks low\nWe fold up the blanket, it's time to go\n\nWe walk ourselves weary, arm in arm\nBack through the twilight\nHome again\nWe're home again\n\nWe waltz in the moonlight and the embers glow\nSo much behind us\nStill far to go\nStill far to goYou might also like1",2
4534,Buju_Banton___Cry_No_More,happy,"""Cry No More  Don't cry!\nDon't cry!\nOh no, oh no\n\nChorus:\nI never wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, no no no no\nYou gotta be strong\n\nNever wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, oh no no no no\nYou gotta be strong\nOh my love\n\nVerse1:\nI know, I've hurt you more than once once, twice, three times\nTreating your love like i don't response\nTime in deed caught up on me\nTrapped in your tears, please set me free\nI plea\nMaybe I took this life for granted\nMaking you feel like your not wanted\nEgo got the best of me\nChasing every beautyfull woman I see\nIn the end what's my reward?\nI brought unhappyness in a mi yard\nOh lord\n\nChorus:\nI never wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, no no no no\nNo no no...\n\nNever wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, no no no no\nDry your weaping eyes\nYou might also likeOh my love\n\nVerse2:\nAnd this may sound just like a drama\nInside me there's a constant fire\nBurning my soul, saying oh what a liar\nYou've hurt her so much times, hurt her no longer\nBut I'm a really true believer, in love\nTrying my best to make it work\nShow my a man who doesn't cheat nor flirt\nIn this world\nBoys will be attracted to girls\n\nChorus:\nI never wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, no no no no\nYou gotta be strong\n\nI never wanna see you crying over me\nYou know thats not the way that it's supposed to be\nOh no, no no no no\nNo no no...\n\nOh my love\nRepeat verse1\n\nRepeat chorus",0
8831,Faithless___Emergency,happy,"""Emergency  [Maxi Jazz]\nOpen up all channels and frequency\nWe're screaming [?] this is an emergency",0
7223,Dinosaur_Jr___I_Want_You_To_Know,happy,"""I Want You To Know  [Verse 1]\nStart extremes, so it seems\nI left it clean, found a place to hide\nI love the place, I took your face\nForgot to face it by myself, I cried\n\nI want you to know\n\n[Verse 2]\nI left you there, I hid upstairs\nI had to kid because you're the one I see\nI looked around, I felt the ground\nIt's soul not found, it's hard enough for me\nI want you to know\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, did I let it go?\nStay with me, tell me if it shows\n\n\nI want you to know\n\n[Verse 3]\nI brought you there, I thought you cared\nNot to step but you just couldn't see\nIt's always you, it's always me\nIt's always talking you can set it free\n\nI want you to know\n\n[Verse 4]\nHey, you're the one who knows\nStay with me, I can't let it go\nHey, you put it in my head\nStay asleep, think on what you said\n\nI want you to knowYou might also like1",0
7010,Devin_Townsend___Seventh_wave,sad,"""Seventh Wave  [Spoken Intro]\nO Earth, what changes hast thou seen?\nThere where the long street roars, hath been\nThe stillness of the central sea\nThe hills are shadows, and they flow\nFrom form to form, and nothing stands\nLike clouds they shape themselves and go\nRunning away, running away\nRunning away forever\nIt was her only chance of finding home\nRunning away, running away\nRunning away together...\nWith only thoughts of finding home\nI'll wait for the ocean to rise up\nAnd meet me as it rose up before\nI'll know the time\nI'll wait for the ocean to rise up\nAnd greet me as it rose up before\nI'll know the year\nBecause you're never alone\n...Even when you're alone\nYou're never alone...\nWatch the seventh wave\nRunning away, running away\nRunning into the weather\nWith only thoughts of finding home\nRunning away, running away\nRunning away forever\nI realize I'm on my own\n\nOn my way pass it on\nOn my way pass it on\n\nI'll wait for the ocean to rise up\nAnd meet me as it rose up before\nI'll know the time\nI'll wait for the ocean to rise up\nAnd greet me as it rose up before\nI'll know the year\nYou might also likeWe're never alone\nEven when you're alone\nWe're never alone... watch the ocean",1
4819,Carbon_Leaf___Grey_Sky_Eyes,happy,"'Grey Sky Eyes  Grey sky\nAlways in your eyes\nWhere is the girl behind the cloud?\nGrey sky\nAlways floating by\nBut I only peek when I\'m allowed\nYou welcome me in\nAnd your veil is so thin\nBut the mystery continues to grow\nYou say, ""You must realize\nThat my grey sky eyes\nNeither rain nor they glow\nNow ya\' know""\nThey neither rain nor they glow\nNow ya\' know\nSo I\nI\'ll try to not act so surprised\nI\'ll feel my way, I\'ll underplay\nAll my curosity\nAnd hide all the questions in my skin\n\nGrey sky\nI think I changed my mind\nI find no need to pretend\nGrey sky\nWould you allow me to be\nSo into you, my friend?\n\nCould you welcome me in\nWith your veil that\'s so thin\nAs the mystery continues to grow?\nYou say, ""You must realize\nThat my grey sky eyes\nNeither rain nor they glow\nNow ya\' know""\nThey neither rain nor they glow\nNow ya\' know...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5516,Clan_Of_Xymox___Going_Round_97,sad,"""Going Round ’97  [Verse 1]\nEverything is turning round and around and around and around\nMythical problems in time and the living Sun influencing life\nBut she doesn't decide, but she doesn't decide, she's careless\nEverything is just going on, going on, just as planned\n'Til the end of the century\n\n[Verse 2]\nMerely a few wonder about the vanishing of this world\nThey will turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around\nEverything is just going on, going on, going on, just as planned\nWhat's left behind, what's left behind has nothing to do with what will come, with what will come\nSo turn around, turn around\nSo turn around, so turn, turn around\nSome are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night\nMind and matter have no bounds, the poison creeps where you cannot reach\n[Verse 3]\nEverything is turning round and around and around\nMythical problems in time and the living sun, influencing life\nBut she doesn't decide, but she doesn't decide\nShe's careless, everything is just going on, going on just as planned\nWhat's left behind, the spinning round of the essence of the source\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's going round, it's going round, it's going round\nIt's going round, it's going round, it's going round\nMerely a few wonder about the vanishing of this world\nThey will turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around\nEverything is just going fine under the living Sun\nIt's just going fine under the living Sun\n\n[Outro]\nEverything is just going on, going on, going on, just as planned\nWhat's left behind, what's left behind's got nothing to do with what will come\nWith what will come, with what will come\nWith what will come, with what will come\nWith what will come",1
3926,Bonobo___Nightlite,calm,"""Nightlite  [Chorus]\nWeather is in a style\nTo keep the hope\nWe tread these waters, make our waves, yes, we do\nPeaceful shall proceed\nIn every single way\nCome, let's bring light to the night of day\n\n[Chorus]\nWeather is in a style\nTo keep the hope\nWe tread these waters, make our waves, yes, we do\nPeaceful shall proceed\nIn every single way\nCome, let's bring light to the night of day\n[Verse]\nThere comes a time when some will know\nA time when trueborns really show\nCan you depend on friends to help when you're in need?\nHave they got problems of they own?\nYour paws of silvers even show\nSome things are better left aloneSee Bonobo LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like1",2
8721,Exilia___Fly_High_Butterfly,happy,"""Fly High Butterfly  Hello colours\nHello bright wings\nYou need cover, maybe\nYou are fragile and the wind is cold here\nThe wind is cold here\n\nThat's why we feel lonely, we feel lonely\nDon't look down\nDon't look down\nEverything's so fake around me\nSo grey around me\nFor every time you think you're lost, lost\nFor every raindrop that will hurt\nFly high, fly high\nFor every butterfly that falls\nFly high butterfly\nFly my butterfly\n\nHello collours\nHello light wings\nYou need refuge, maybe\nYou're so small, the wind is blowing\nThe storm is coming\n\nThat's why we feel nothing\nWe feel suffering\nSo stay in flight\nDon't look down\nEverythings so fake around me\nSo grey around me\n\nFor every time you think you're lost, lost\nFor every raindrop that will hurt\nFly high, fly high\nFor every butterfly that falls\nFly high butterfly\nFly my butterfly\nYou might also likeFor every time you think you're lost, lost\nFor every raindrop that will hurt\nFly high, fly high\nFor every butterfly that falls\nFly high butterfly\nFly my butterfly\nFly high\nFly high\nFly high",0
3943,Born_Ruffians___Little_Garçon,happy,"""Little Garçon  I don't care where you go\nAs long as it's with me\n\n& I don't mind just what you do\nAs long as it's with me too\n\nWe'll I get told to never get old\nBut the way it unfolds\nI'm a little garçon in my head\nWith a little fille that's stuck in bed",0
9504,Franz_Ferdinand___Jacqueline,happy,"'Jacqueline  [Verse 1]\nJacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk\nWhen Ivor peered above a spectacle, forgot that he had wrecked a girl\nSometimes these eyes forget the face they\'re peering from\nWhen the face they peer upon\nWell, you know that face as I do, and how in the return of the gaze\nShe can return you the face that you are staring from\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the money\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the money\n[Verse 2]\nGregor was down again, said, ""Come on, kick me again""\nSaid, ""I\'m so drunk, I don\'t mind if you kill me\nCome on, you gutless\nYeah, I\'m alive, oh, I\'m alive\nOh, I\'m alive and how I know it\nOh, but for chips and for freedom, I could die""\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the money\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the money\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the money\nIt\'s always better on holiday, so much better on holiday\nThat\'s why we only work when we need the moneyYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",0
3513,Blink182___Dumpweed,calm,"'Dumpweed  [Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nIt\'s understood, I said it many ways\nToo scared to run, I\'m too scared to stay\nI said I\'d leave, I could never leave her\nIf I did, you know I\'d never cheat her\nBut this, I ask, it\'s what I want to know\nHow would you feel if I should choose to go?\nAnother guy, you think he\'d be unlike me?\nAnother guy, you think he\'d wanna fight me?\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe\'s a dove, she\'s a fuckin\' nightmare\nUnpredictable, it\'s my mistake to stay here\nOn the go, and it\'s way too late to play\nI need a girl that I can train\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nI heard it once, I\'m sure I\'ve heard it twice\nMy dad used to give me all of his advice\nHe would say, ""You\'ve got to turn your back and run, now""\n""Come on, son, you haven\'t got a chance now""\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe\'s a dove, she\'s a fuckin\' nightmare\nUnpredictable, it\'s my mistake to stay here\nOn the go, and it\'s way too late to play\nI need a girl that I can train\nShe\'s a dove, she\'s a fuckin\' nightmare\nUnpredictable, it\'s my mistake to stay here\nOn the go, and it\'s way too late to play\nI need a girl that I can train\n\n[Outro: Tom DeLonge]\nNeed a girl that I can train\nNeed a girl that I can train\nTurn your back and run, now\nYou haven\'t got a chance, now\nNeed a girl that I can train\nNeed a girl that I can train\nTurn your back and run, now\nYou haven\'t got a chance, nowYou might also like5Embed', 'default'",2
6593,David_Cook___The_Time_Of_My_Life,happy,"""The Time of My Life  [Verse 1]\nI've been waitin' for my dreams\nTo turn into something I could believe in\nAnd lookin' for that magic rainbow\nOn the horizon, I couldn't see it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nUntil I let go, gave into love\nAnd watched all the bitterness burn\nNow I'm comin' alive, body and soul\nFeelin' my world start to turn\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'll taste every moment and live it out loud\nI know this is the time, this is the time to be\nMore than a name or a face in the crowd\nI know this is the time, this is the time of my life\nTime of my life\n\n[Verse 2]\nHoldin' onto things that vanished into the air\nLeft me in pieces\nBut now I'm risin' from the ashes\nFinding my wings\nAnd all that I needed\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWas there all along within' my reach\nAs close as the beat of my heart\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I'll taste every moment and live it out loud\nI know this is the time, this is the time to be\nMore than a name or a face in the crowd\nI know this is the time, this is the time of my life\nThe time of my life\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I'm out on the edge of forever\nReady to run\nKeeping my feet on the ground\nArms open wide, face to the sun\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I'll taste every moment and live it out loud\nI know this is the time, this is the time to be\nMore than a name or a face in the crowd\nI know this is the time, this is the time of my life\nMy life\nMore than a name or a face in the crowd\nI know this is the time, this is the time of my life\nThis is the time of my life\nThe time of my life\nThe time of my life2",0
8436,Epica___Chasing_the_Dragon,sad,"""Chasing the Dragon  Free my mind, heal my scars;\nErase the past\nDark days to forget, and memories to last;\nIn my heart\n\nFree me now\n\nMake me forget and forgive\nThere's no use to go on and live\nShow me a way\nTo the sun\nHeal my scars\n\nNothing will be forever gone\nMemories will stay and find their way\nWhat goes around will come around\nDon't deny your fears\nSo let them go and fade into light;\nGive up the fight here\n\nLet my eyes take in the beauty that's here;\nThat's left on this earth\nMy ears long to hear a melody\n\nGive me sight\n\nNothing will be forever gone\nMemories will stay and find their way\nWhat goes around will come around\nDon't deny your fears\nSo let them go and fade into light;\nGive up the fight here\n\nPoison is slowly seeping through my veins\nStealing the only dignity in me\n\nI pick them up and let them fall\nTo cause your pain and hit them all\nYou might also likeOne more life to live is what I want\n\nI'll take the joy away from them\nSee to it, they will all be damned\n\nOne more chance to heal what I have harmed\n\nThe dragon is wreaking havoc in my brain\nPlays my emotion; a never-ending game\n\nNothing will be forever gone\nMemories will stay and find their way\nWhat goes around will come around\nDon't deny your fears\nSo let them go and fade into light;\nGive up the fight here\n\nOne more life to live for me\n\nI want the night just to colour the day\nThe morning to chase all my nightmares away\nDon't you deny that we're all human beings\nWe all have our flaws that can make us obscene\n\nObscene!\nGive me what I want\nGive me what I need right now\nThat's what I want\nThat's what I need, get it!\n\nDolendo novit mortalis vitam\n\nTell me what I want\nTell me what I need right now\nThat's what I want\nThat's all I need, cure me\n\nDolendo discit mori mortalis\n\nLosers!\n\nNothing will be forever gone\nMemories will stay and find their way\nWhat goes around will come around\nDon't deny your fears\nSo let them go and fade into light;\nGive up the fight1",1
9580,Frightened_Rabbit___My_Backwards_Walk,sad,"""My Backwards Walk  I'm working on my backwards walk\nWalking with no shoes or socks\nAnd the time rewinds to the end of May\nI wish we'd never met, then met today\nI'm working on my faults and cracks\nFilling in the blanks and gaps\nAnd when I write them out they don't make sense\nI need you to pencil in the rest\nI'm working on drawing a straight line\nAnd I'll draw until I get one right\nIt's bold and dark girl, can't you see\nI done drawn a line between you and me\nI'm working on erasing you\nJust don't have the proper tools\nI get hammered, forget that you exist\nThere's no way I'm forgetting this\nI'm working hard on walking out\nShoes keep sticking to the ground\nMy clothes won't let me close the door\nThese trousers seem to love your floor\nI been working on my backwards walk\nThere's nowhere else for me to go\nExcept back to you just one last time\nSay yes before I change my mind\nSay yes before I...\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\n\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it\nYou're the shit and I'm knee-deep in itYou might also like4",1
5670,Cold_Cave___Life_Magazine,sad,"""Life Magazine  I dig myself to the center of the Earth\nThen there was a hole\nI crawl back and put a knock upon your door\nBut there was no one home\n\nI'm not going back\n\nI climb clouds to the bluest of the sky\nBut all I saw was air\nI rain my love to the heads that breathe below\nBut none of them cared\nI'm not going back",1
8015,Ella_Fitzgerald__Louis_Armstrong___Moonlight_In_Vermont,happy,"'Moonlight in Vermont  [Ella]\nPennies in a stream\nFalling leaves of a sycamore\nMoonlight in Vermont\n\nIcey finger waves\nSki trails on a mountain side\nSnowlight in Vermont\n\nTelegraph cables, they sing down the highway\nAnd travel each bend in the road\nPeople who meet, in this romantic setting\nAre so hypnotized by the lovely...\nEvening summer breeze\nWarbling of a meadowlark\nMoonlight in Vermont\n\n[Louis Armstrong solo]\n\n[Ella]\nTelegraph cables, they sing down the highway\nAnd travel each bend in the road\n\n[Louis]\nPeople who meet, in this romantic setting\nAre so hypnotized by the lovely...\n\n[Ella]\nEvening summer breeze\nWarbling of a meadowlark\nMoonlight in Vermont\n\nYou and I and moonlight in Vermont\n\n[Louis]\nMoonlight in VermontYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4737,Camera_Obscura___You_Told_A_Lie,sad,"""You Told a Lie  If you were a season, you would be in bloom\nI wish I had good reason to see you soon\nNo need to convince me that you were a catch\nI bought my ticket I'm sold at last\n\nWho was it that said that love conquers all?\nOh he was a fool cause it doesn't at all\nShould I believe you told a lie?\nOn the way to my heart and on the way back\n\nAre my eyes the coldest blue?\nYou said once this was true\nIf it is I don't know what I'll do\nCause I'm stuck with them\nAnd they're stuck on you\nWas I a quiet little nothing that never challenged anyone?\nOr was I a lazy, lazy snake?\nDo you want me to be a gentle diplomat?\nOh you can beg and you can plead\n\nAre my eyes the coldest blue?\nYou said once this was true\nIf it is I don't know what I'll do\nCause I'm stuck with them\nAnd they're stuck on you\n\nAre my eyes the coldest blue?\nYou said once this was true\nIf it is I don't know what I'll do\n\nCause I'm stuck with them\nAnd you're stuck on you\nCause I'm stuck with them\nAnd they're stuck on you\n\nI'm stuck with him\nAnd they're stuck on you\nI'm stuck with them\nAnd they're stuck on you",1
9485,Franz_Ferdinand___Cheating_On_You,happy,"""Cheating on You  [Verse 1]\nGoodbye, girl, because I'm lonely\nGoodbye, girl, it isn't over\nGoodbye, girl, because it's only love\nGoodbye, girl, you know you own me\nGoodbye, girl, yes, I'm a loser\nGoodbye, girl, you know it's only love\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nYou're cheating on me\n[Verse 2]\nGoodbye, girl, you are are the only one\nGoodbye, girl, although you own me\nGoodbye, girl, you only owe me love\nGoodbye, girl, well, if you're lonely\nGoodbye, girl, why don't you join me?\nGoodbye, girl, you know it's only love\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nI'm cheating on you, yeah\nYou're cheating on me\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, watch out, watch out\nI'm cheating on you\n\n[Outro]\nGoodbye, girl\nGoodbye, girl\nGoodbye, girl\nGoodbye, girl",0
38,12_Stones___World_So_Cold,happy,"""World So Cold  [Verse 1]\nIt starts with pain\nFollowed by hate\nFueled by the endless questions no one can answer\nA stain covers your heart\nAnd tears you apart\nJust like a sleeping cancer\n\n[Pre-hook]\nNow i don't believe men are born to be killers\nI don't believe the world can't be saved\nHow did you get here, and when did it start?\nAn innocent child with a thorn in his heart\n[Hook]\nWhat kind of world do we live in\nWhere love is divided by hate?\nLosing control of our feeling\nWe all must be dreaming this life away\nIn a world so cold\n\n[Verse 2]\nAre you sane?\nWhere's the shame?\nA moment of time passes by\nYou cannot rewind\nWho's to blame, and where did it start?\nIs there a cure for your sickness?\nHave you no heart?\n\n[Pre-hook]\nI don't believe men are born to be killers\nI don't believe the world can't be saved\nHow did you get here, and when did it start?\nAn innocent child with a thorn in his heart\n\n[Hook]\nWhat kind of world do we live in\nWhere love is divided by hate?\nLosing control of our feeling\nWe're dreaming this life away\nWhat kind of world do we live in\nWhere love is divided by hate\nSelling our souls for no reason\nWe all must be dreaming this life away\nIn a world so cold\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nThere's a sickness inside you that wants to escape\nIt's a feeling you get when you can't find your way\nSo how many times must you fall to your knees\nNever, never, never, never,  never do this again!\n\n[Refrain]\nIt starts with pain it starts with pain\nFollowed by hate followed by hate\n\n[Pre-hook]\nNow i don't believe men are born to be killers\nI don't believe the world can't be saved\n\n[Hook]\nWhat kind of world do we live in\nWhere love is divided by hate?\nLosing control of our feeling\nWe're dreaming this life away\nWhat kind of world do we live in\nWhere love is divided by hate\nSelling our souls for no reason\nWe all must be dreaming this life away\nIn a world so cold\nIn a world so cold5",0
3010,Big_Brovaz___Baby_Boy,happy,"""Baby Boy  From the day that I saw you\nI knew that we would pursue\nCause the chemistry\nWe felt that day\nFelt so real, and so true\nLooking back on a year\nWe spent together\nHow it's been, what\nWe went through\nAlthough we've had our\nLittle ups and downs\nWe've still pulled through\nBaby girl you're my\nWorld my everything\nI wanna lace you with\nDiamonds and every ring\nGive you everything you\nDream and fantasize\nCause you can tell me\nThat you love me\nLooking in my eyes\nYou keep it real with me\nI keep it real with you\nYou keep on loving me\nI'll keep on loving you\nKeep doing what you do\nI feel your whole aura\nAnd I can't wait to hook up\nAgain tomorrow baby - what\n\nChorus\nMy love for you will never end\nYou'll always be a part of me\nAs long as time keeps\nOn passing by\nYou'll always be my baby boy\nEverytime I look at you\nI can't believe\nI've found a love so true and\nI took my time to put\nMy trust in you\nI must admit it was so hard to do\nAnd every minute that I\nSpend with you\nYou make me believe I\nHave nothing to loose and\nDeep down I always knew\nThat you would be mine\nYou might also likeDo you believe in destiny\nBecause I got a funny feeling\nThis was meant to be\nWithout you I'd be lost\nI need you next to me\nPreferably in the house full\nOf luxuries and little kids\nFrom day one I was sprung\nKnew you was gonna be one\nCause my heart spoke for the\nVery first time in a long while\nAnd every time you smile, I can see us walking up the aisle with you\nCarrying my child C'mon\n\nChorus\nMy love for you will never end\nYou'll always be a part of me\nAs long as time keeps\nOn passing by\nYou'll always be my baby boy\n\nIf you were to go, I don't know\nYou're the only one who\nSweeps me off my feet\nMakes my soul go weak\nThe only one who makes\nMy heart wanna beat and I\nI could never live without you\nYou know that what I feel\nHas to be true\nCause you're my, my sweet love\nEver since the first time\nThat I looked into your eyes\nI knew that you were\nGonna be mine\nFeeling you from the inside\nWhen you're not by my side\nYou're the only girl\nThat's on my mind\nI never knew a love like\nThis, a love so strong\nA vision so picture perfect\nIt could never be wrong\nAlong the way, you're gonna\nSee you belong with Jay\nI might have to marry you\nOne day baby eh..\n\nChorus / Outro",0
7684,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___Dont_Let_It_Get_You_Down,calm,"""Don’t Let It Get You Down  You're really something else\nMade me forget myself\nMy lights came on\nWhen I got to you\nYou were almost through\nYou're almost gone\n\nDon't let it get you down\nDon't let it get you down\nThe moon and the stars goes crashing round\nDon't let it get you down\nAn angel walked amongst us\nTried but couldn't love us\nSomethings wrong\nSince you've gone you know\nThere's nothing and no one\nTo hang love on\n\nSo tell me how it feels\nTell me how it feels\nTo touch the flame\nTell me who I am\nTell me who I really am\nWhat's my name\n\nDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nThe moon and the stars goes crashing round\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\n\nDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nThe moon and the stars goes crashing round\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also likeDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\nWhen you're alone\nThe moon and the stars goes crashing round\nWhen you're alone\nDon't let it get you down\n\nGod's above us and Jesus loves us\nIf God's above us and Jesus loves us\nIf God's above us\nIf you want it, you can get it\nAnd Jesus loves us\nIf you want it, you can get it\nIf God's above us\nIf you want it, come on get it\nAnd Jesus loves us\nRight now\nIf God's above us\nIf you want it, you can get it\nAnd Jesus loves us\nIf you want it, you can get it\nIf God's above us\nIf you want it, come on get it\nAnd Jesus loves us",2
3962,Bouncing_Souls__The___Pervert,calm,"""Pervert  [Descendents cover song]\nDon't you think it's time i let you know don't you think i should before you go i'm not gonna let you get away cuz i want to fuck\nYou night and day i'm a pervert i like to go out on dates see a movie, communicate we'll go home and have some fun i'll tell\nYou, sure you're the only one then when i leave your house i smell of sex then i know i'm a pervert, because i like it then i\nKnow i'm a pervert, becase i want it want it all of the time don't you wonder sometimes what i want don't you sometimes\nThink i just want your - cunt i'd hate to think that romance is just a pose but all i want to do is rip off your clothes i'm a\nPervert i like to hold you in my arms you know i wouldn't do you harm i never take advantage, in my book that's a sin but\nSomehow i find myself caressing your skin then there's one word on my mind and that word is - fuck",2
3183,Bing_Crosby___Swinging_On_A_Star,happy,"""Swinging On a Star  [Chorus: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nWould you like to swing on a star\nCarry moonbeams home in a jar\nAnd be better off than you are Ooo\nOr would you rather be a mule?\n\n[Verse 1: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nA mule is an animal with long funny ears\nHe kicks up at anything he hears\nHis back is brawny but his brain is weak\nHe's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak\nAnd by the way, if you hate to go to school\nYou may grow up to be a mule\n[Chorus 2: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nOr would you like to swing on a star\nCarry moonbeams home in a jar\nAnd be better off than you are, doo doo\nOr would you rather be a pig?\n\n[Verse 2: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nA pig is an animal with dirt on his face\nHis shoes are a terrible disgrace\nHe has no manners when he eats his food\nHe's fat and lazy and extremely rude\nBut if you don't care a feather or a fig\nYou may grow up to be a pig\n\n[Chorus 3: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nOr would you like to swing on a star\nCarry moonbeams home in a jar\nAnd be better off than you are\nOr would you rather be a fish?\n\n[Verse 3: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nA fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook\nHe can't write his name or read a book\nTo fool the people is his only thought\nAnd though he's slippery, he still gets caught\nBut then if that sort of life is what you wish\nYou may grow up to be a fish\nYou might also likeA new kind of jumped up slippery fish\n\n[Outro: Bing Crosby & Chorus]\nAnd all the monkeys aren't in the zoo\nEveryday you'll meet quite a few\nSo you see it's all up to you Ooo\nYou can be better than you are Ooo\nYou could be swingin' on a star\n\nDoo doo doo doo doo\nDoo doo doo doo doo, doo doo",0
5631,Coheed_and_Cambria___The_Willing_Well_IV_The_Final_Cut,anger,"""The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut  [Verse]\nIn the final curtain call, you left me here with\nThe coldest of feelings, weight, kind, depression\nBlessing the floor with the places you stepped in\nBut will they ever measure up to the way you left me?\nHere, by the roadside, the bloodiest cadaver\nMarked in your words, I'm the joke, I'm the bastard\nHere, wait, so I guess that you knew, that you're\nA selfish little whore, I'm the selfish little whore\nIf I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door\n[Chorus]\nThis is no beginning, yeah, yeah\nThis is the final cut, open up\nThis is no beginning, yeah, yeah\nThis is the final cut, I'm in love\n\n[Outro: Bron-Y-Aur Stomp]",3
7448,Doro___So_Alone_Together,happy,"""So Alone Together  I've been looking 'round and this is what I found\nThere's not one of us\nWho wants to be somebody else\nWe would trade places, even trade faces\nBut when it comes to the heart\nWe wanna stay true to ourselves\n\nThere's not one of us like the rest of us\nThere's no two of us alike\nAnd that will never change\nAll of us know it and all of us show it\nBut when it's down to the heart\nI guess all of us are the same\nAll of us cry, all of us try to find someone\nWhose love will last forever\nAll of us know, all of us are on our own\nIt's up to us, to make ourselves feel better\nAll of us so alone together\n\nIf it were not for you\nI don't know what I'd do\nAnd I just hope we go to heaven when we're gone\nI've heard it's nice up there\nYou just sort of walk on air\nAnd the best part's knowing\nNobody ever has to walk alone\n\nREPEAT CHORUS :",0
8571,Euge_Groove___Dont_Let_Me_Be_Lonely_Tonight,calm,"""Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight  Do me wrong, do me right\nTell me lies but hold me tight\nSave your goodbyes for the morning light\nBut don't let me be lonely tonight\nSay goodbye and say hello\nSure enough good to see you, but it's time to go\nDon't say yes but please don't say no\nI don't want to be lonely tonight\nGo away then, damn you\nGo on and do as you please\nYou ain't gonna see me gettin' down on my knees\nI'm undecided, and your heart's been divided\nYou've been turning my world upside down\nDo me wrong, do me right right now baby\nGo on and tell me lies but hold me tight\nSave your goodbyes for the morning light morning light\nBut don't let me be lonely tonight\nI don't want to be lonely tonight\nNo, no, I don't want to be lonely tonight",2
6725,Dead_Confederate___The_Rat,sad,"'The Rat  Shoot from the back\nAnd take good aim\nMake sure I\'m dead\nBang Bang\n\n\'Cause I\'m a rat\nThere\'s no mistake\nUnder the bed\nWhere you sleep\n\nCrush the skull\nAnd make me tame\nSweep it up\nHide it away\nNo morals shown\nIn no way explained\nStupid human\nShit for brains\nAnd draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves\nBag and burn, bang, bang\nThrow your judgments across the breeze\nBag and burn, bang, bang\nYou live inside your Jesus dream\nBag and burn, bang, bang\n\nBang Bang\n\nGet some sleep\nOr lie and wait\nUntil the day\nI burn away\n\nForget the corpse\nPresent the case\nTo bring me down\nAnd lose your word\n\nI\'ll follow you\nInto the grave\nAnd at the gates\nI see the passing say\nYou might also like""The judge be judged\nAnd all the wretched be saved.""\nI throw my curse\nAll across your days\n\nAnd draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves\nBag and burn, bang, bang\nThrow your judgments across the breeze\nBag and burn, bang, bang\nYou live inside your Jesus dream\nBag and burn, bang, bang\n\nBang Bang\n\nAnd draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves\nThrow your judgments across the breeze\nWatch them float off to never be seen\nAnd live inside your Jesus dreamEmbed', 'default'",1
9116,Fiona_Apple___Never_Is_A_Promise,sad,"'TranslationsFrançaisNever Is a Promise  [Verse 1]\nYou\'ll never see the courage I know\nIts colors\' richness won\'t appear within your view\nI\'ll never glow the way that you glow\nYour presence dominates the judgements made on you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut as the scenery grows, I see in different lights\nThe shades and shadows undulate in my perception\nMy feelings swell and stretch I see from greater heights\nI understand what I am still too proud to mention to you\n[Chorus]\nYou\'ll say you understand, but you don\'t understand\nYou\'ll say you\'d never give up seeing eye to eye\nBut ""never"" is a promise and you can\'t afford to lie\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou\'ll never touch these things that I hold\nThe skin of my emotions lies beneath my own\nYou\'ll never feel the heat of this soul\nMy fever burns me deeper than I\'ve ever shown to you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou\'ll say ""Don\'t fear your dreams, it\'s easier than it seems""\nYou\'ll say you\'d never let me fall from hopes so high\nBut ""never"" is a promise and you can\'t afford to lie\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou\'ll never live this life that I live\nI\'ll never live the life that wakes me in the night\nYou\'ll never hear the message I give\nYou\'ll say it looks as though I might give up this fight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut as the scenery grows, I see in different lights\nThe shades and shadows undulate in my perception\nMy feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights\nI realize what I am now too smart to mention to you\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nYou\'ll say you understand, you\'ll never understand\nI\'ll say I\'ll never wake up knowing how or why\nI don\'t know what to believe in, you don\'t know who I am\nYou\'ll say I need appeasing when I start to cry\nBut ""never"" is a promise and I\'ll never need a lie7Embed', 'default'",1
5281,China_Crisis___Wishful_Thinking,happy,"""Wishful Thinking  It's time we should talk about it\nThere's no secrets kept in here\nForgive me for asking\nNow wipe away your tears\n\nAnd if I wish to stop it all\nAnd if I wish to comfort the fall\nIt's just wishful thinking\n\nI sat on the roof\nAnd watched the day go by\nI see the likeness in his smile and the way he stands\nMakes it all worthwhile\nAnd if I wish to stop it all\nAnd if I wish to comfort the fall\nIt's just wishful thinking\n\nIt's time we should talk about it\nThere's no secrets kept in here\nI see the likeness in his smile and the way he stands\nMakes it all worthwhile\n\nAnd if I wish to stop it all\nAnd if I wish to comfort the fall\nAnd if I wish to stop it all\nAnd if I wish to comfort the fall\nIt's just wishful thinking",0
4414,Bruce_Dickinson___Tears_Of_The_Dragon,sad,"""Tears of the Dragon  [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor too long now\nThere were secrets in my mind\nFor too long now\nThere were things I should've said\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn the darkness\nI was stumbling for the door\nTo find a reason\nTo find the time, the place, the hour\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWaiting for the winter sun\nAnd the cold light of day\nThe misty ghosts of childhood fears\nThe pressure is building\nAnd I can't stay away\n\n[Chorus]\nI throw myself into the sea\nRelease the wave, let it wash over me\nTo face the fear I once believed\nThe tears of the dragon\nFor you and for me\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhere I was\nI had wings that couldn't fly\nWhere I was\nI had tears I couldn't cry\n\n[Verse 4]\nMy emotions\nFrozen in an icy lake\nI couldn't feel them\nUntil the ice began to break\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus 2]\nI have no power over this\nYou know I'm afraid\nThe walls I built are crumbling\nThe water is moving, I'm slipping away\n\n[Chorus]\nI throw myself into the sea\nRelease the wave, let it wash over me\nTo face the fear I once believed\nThe tears of the dragon\nFor you and for me\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nSlowly I awake\nSlowly I rise\nThe walls I built are crumbling\nThe water is moving, I'm slipping away\n\n[Chorus]\nI throw I throw myself myself into the sea\nRelease the wave, let it wash over me\nTo face to face the fear the fear I once believed\nThe tears of the dragon\nFor you and for me\n[Outro]\nI throw I throw myself myself into the sea\nRelease the wave, let it wash over me\nTo face to face the fear the fear I once believed\nThe tears of the dragon\nFor you and for me2",1
5115,Chandeen___From_The_Inside,sad,"""From The Inside  In the time of broken dreams, sorrow and the pain\nIt's the hardest road to take, leading to nowhere\n\nAnd I always know it's the silent tear that's running from your eye\nAnd I always feel it's the emptiness that's growing from inside\n\nCall the winds and call the seas to the saddest day\nWhen the deepest shadows fall from the darkened sky\nAnd forever love is leeding, haunting lonely bitterness\nAt the shore of doubtful thoughts, drowned into the fear\nAnd I always know it's the silent tear that's running from your eye\nAnd I always feel it's the emptiness that's growing from inside\n\nAnd I always know it's the silent tear that's running from your eye\nAnd I always feel it's the emptiness that's growing from inside",1
3977,Bowerbirds___Northern_Lights,calm,"""Northern Lights  I don't need from you a waterfall of careless praise\nAnd I don't need a trophy for all the games I played\nBut all I want is your eyes\nIn the morning as we wake for a short while\n\nAnd I don't need you to catch my wandering mind\nAnd I don't expect a southern girl to know the northern lights\nAnd all I want is your eyes\nIn the morning as we wake for a short while\n\nAnd I do need the wind across my pale face\nAnd I do need the fern to unfurl in the spring\nAnd I do need the grass to sway\nYes, I do need to know my place\nAnd all I want is your eyes\nIn the morning as we wake for a short while",2
9653,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Moments_Forever_Faded,happy,"""Moments Forever Faded  [Verse 1]\nIn the black and white, your wounds all bound\nSitting at the table, biting nails all short\nTo the consequence of adultery\nAs he rips you from your skin\nWe're all paying for this and in your prayers\nYou believe, you believe\n\n[Chorus]\nYou believe, you believe just for the first time\nYou believe, you believe just like the last time\nYou believe, you believe a seam away from breaking\nYou believe, you believe always forever\n[Verse 2]\nTasting you for the first time, just to breathe you in\nBreaking you for the first time, bathed in sin\nBathed in sin\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nThe embers will burn you\nThe embers will burn you\nWill burn you\nWill burn you, will burn you tonight\nWill burn you\nWill burn you, will burn you tonight\n\nMoments forever faded, will burn you tonight x4",0
3036,Biirdie___Youve_Got_Darkness,sad,"""You’ve Got Darkness  When you left me for dead for the last time\nI didn't know which way to go\nSo I drove all the way home\nI said goodbye to the coast\nThe last time\n\nDid you go out and kiss your friend?\nYou couldn't wait for the band to play one more song about the rain\nYou didn't think that it would happen again\nWhat a mistake\nYou've got darkness on the inside\nWhen you left me for dead the last time\nYou put me to bed\nIn a hospital inside my head\nAt least that's what they say and...\n\nDid you go out and kiss your friend?\nYou couldn't wait for the night to settle in, now could you?\nYou didn't think that it would happen again\nWhat a mistake\nYou've got darkness on the inside\n\nLet all this careless wind\nCome knock knock knock us down\nLet all this careless wind\nCome knock knock knock us down\nDid you go out and kiss your friend?\nYou couldn't wait for the night to settle in, now could you?\nYou didn't think that it would happen again\nWhat a mistake\nYou've got darkness on the inside\n\nIf I see you walking my way\nI will look for something to say\nI would call you mine\n\nWhen you left me for dead for the last time\nWhose arms did you run to?",1
8270,Eminem__D12___Under_The_Influence,anger,"'Under The Influence  [Chorus: Eminem]\nChem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le\nChem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne Translation:\nSo you can suck my dick if you don\'t like my shit\n‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!\n[Verse 1: Eminem]\nTwo pills I pop, \'til my pupils swell up like two pennies\nI\'m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties\nA young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back\nOf his ass so the rats can\'t chew through his last pants\nI\'m like a mummy at night, fightin\' with bright lightnin\'\nAnd frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin\' him\nI\'m like a fuckin\' wasp in the hospital, lost\nStingin\' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls\nI light a candle and place it up on the mantel\nGrab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin\' handle\nSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin\'\nBitch, it\'s too late\n‘Cause once you\'re hung from the drapes, it\'s curtains\n[Verse 2: Swifty]\nI\'m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator\nDegradin\', creatin\' murders to kill haters\nAccused for every crime known through the equator\nThey knew I did it for havin\' blood on my \'gators\nMy weed\'ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and\nI\'m a black grenade that\'ll blow up in yo\' face\nWith a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose\nYou never hear me say, ""Forgive me""\nI\'m snatchin\' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it\nThat weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it\nYou hidin\', I make the President get a facelift\nNiggas just afraid, handin\' me they bracelets\nChillin\' in the lab wasted, I\'m the type\nThat\'ll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic\nYour life is ruined, you get socked right on sight\nAnd even at the Million Man March, we gon\' fight\n\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nSo you can suck my dick if you don\'t like my shit\n‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!\n‘Cause I don\'t give a fuck if you don\'t like my shit\n‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!\n\n[Verse 3: Bizarre]\nI\'m a compulsive liar, settin\' my preacher on fire\nSlashin\' your tires, flyin\' down Fenkell and Meyers\nPlates expired, soon as I\'m hired I\'m fired\nJackin\' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire\nHey, is Bizarre performin\'? Bitch, didn\'t you read the flyer?\nThe special invited guest will be Richard Pryor\nAren\'t you a male dancer? No, bitch, I\'m retired\nFuckin\' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron\nI\'m ripped, I\'m on an acid trip\nMy DJ\'s in a coma for lettin\' the record skip\nLettin\' the record skip, lettin\' the record skip Damn!\nI\'m fuckin\' anything when I\'m snortin\'\nIt\'s gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion\nSome bitch asked for my autograph\nI called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed\nI drop bombs like I was in Vietnam\nAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin\'-ass mom\nYou might also like[Verse 4: Proof]\nAyo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack\nWeed laced with somethin\'– nigga, pass that!\nIn Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats\nAt a ""Stop the Violence"" rally, I blast gats\nBMI on publishin\'; get yo\' ass capped\nThe Kuniva, divide up yo\' cash stack\nRun yo\' motherfuckin\' pockets, ASAP\nI don\'t need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq\'s\nBorn loser, half thief and half black\nBring your boys and your guns and get laughed at\nBitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked\nAnd found chopped up in a trash bag\n\n[Verse 5: Kuniva]\nWe stranglin\' rappers until the point they can\'t yell\n‘Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales\nReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace\nGruesome, and causin\' more violence than nine hoodlums\nI grapple your Adam\'s apple until it crackle\nRun right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you\nGet executed, ‘cause I\'m a Luni, I got a Yukmouth\nAnd it\'s polluted; I cock it back, then shoot it\nI love snatchin\' up players, thugs and young ballers\nShoot up the household, even the young toddlers\nBrigade barricade to bring the noise\nWhile the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys\nIf I go solo, I\'m doin\' a song with Bolo\nA big Chinese nigga screamin\', ""Kuniva, yo, yo!""\nI leave ya face leakin\', run up in church\nAnd smack the preacher while he\'s preachin\'\nTake a swing at the deacon\n[Verse 6: Kon Artis]\nI used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight\nI was straight \'til I got caught sellin\' them shake\nI\'m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent\nI got kicked out of summer camp for havin\' sex in my tent\nWith the superintendent\'s daughter, my brain\'s out of order\nI\'ve been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin\' in water\nIn cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von\nWho got fired from UPS for tryin\' to send you a bomb\nSpecial delivery I sign to a local label for fun\nSay I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run\nDrive-by you in the rain while you carry your son\nCall your house and hang up on you for not givin\' me none\nBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun\nGot a reputation for havin\' niggas runnin\' they funds\nUsed to be the type of nigga that was foldin\' some ones\n\'Til I met your fat mama, now I\'m rollin\' in dough\n\n[Chorus: Eminem]\nSo you can suck my dick if you don\'t like my shit\n‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!\n‘Cause I don\'t give a fuck if you don\'t like my shit\n‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!\n\n[Outro: Eminem]\nHa-ha! Suck my motherfuckin\' dick!\nD12, Dirty-motherfuckin\'-Dozen\nNasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin\' husbands\nBizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis\nThe Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady53Embed', 'default'",3
9259,Flotation_Toy_Warning___Donald_pleasance,happy,"'Donald Pleasance  Came to say how you feel today, how you feel inside\nYou can\'t tell me that you know how it feels\nWhen you don\'t seem to feel at all\nYou came here today to tell me this, you think I\'m stupid?\nThis is the funeral of our love\nI came here only to say goodbye\nLeonard stop the trains by any certain means\nI couldn\'t bear to board another\nShe not me was the dealer\nWith a tiny useless fucking shelter\nDavid pass me the wine, like you I\'m ""really not fine""\nDid I really mean her harm?\nI never set foot in the country\nDonald tell me why pleasance never gets me anywhere, anymore\nWas the lovely man from Mars?\nI never liked Venus at all\nThis brittle house our love has stained\nI\'ve left before and I\'ll leave again\nBut your little blue moods drag me in\nBut I know you won\'t be bringing me down this time\nGrowing pains and empty days\nRecords played and certain shades of blue remind me still of you\nBut I know you won\'t be bringing me down this time\n\nYou can\'t tell me that you know how it feels\nWhen you don\'t seem to feel at all\nThis is the funeral of our love\nI came here only to say goodbye\nThis is the funeral of our love\nI came here only to say goodbye\nThis is the funeral of our love\nI came here only to say goodbyeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7656,Eastmountainsouth___Marks_Song,sad,"""Mark’s Song  May your soul be blessed\nMay your body rest\nOn the mountain where you were born\nMay your spirit soar\nWhere there's joy ever more\nMay you find your way in peace\n\nAnd there's no more harm\nIn your savior's arms\nSee you fly away in the sky\nDid you hear the call of angels one and all\nMay you find your way peace\nMay you know you're loved\nMay you shine above on the mountain where you were born\nMay your spirit soar\nThere's no pain anymore\nMay you find your way in peace\n\nAnd there's no more harm\nIn your savior's arms\nSee you fly away in the sky\nDid you hear the call of angels one and all\n\nMay you find your way in peace\nMay you find your way in peace\nMay you find your way in peace",1
2383,Bad_English___Time_Stood_Still,happy,"""Time Stood Still  The first time that I saw you\nYou were dancin' on the beach\nPoetry in motion\nBut you seemed so out of reach\nAnd the waves\nWere breakin' 'round you\nIn the California sunset\n\nI made a wish to know you\nAnd touch your golden hair\nYou turned around and looked at me\nAnd paradise was there\nBaby I remember the way you took my hand\nYesterday\nTime stood still\nAs we walked into the night together\nThe memory is locked in our hearts forever\nIt seems just like yesterday\nTime stood still\n\nWe found a little seaside bar\nHigh above the rocks\nYou were drinking white wine\nAnd I was doing shots\nI wondered if you'd stay the night\nYou just took my hand and led the way\n\nTime stood still\nAs we made love through the night together\nThe memory is locked in our hearts forever\nTime stood still\nTime stood still\nThe memory is locked in our hearts forever\nOh yeah\n\nI thought that I'd seen love before\nBut what you showed me\nWell that's something more\nLove found two strangers walking on the shore\nWe threw our watches in the sea\nI looked at you you looked at me\nAnd time stood still\nYou might also likeWe made a fire on the beach that night\nAnd watched the seagulls circle in the morning light\nMaybe there are some things\nWe're not meant to understand Anyway\n\nTime stood still\nBut love goes on forever\nThe memory is burned in our hearts forever\nOh yes\n\nTime stood still\nThe moment's gone forever\nBut I will love you till\nTime stands still in our hearts forever\nOh yeah\n\nTime stood still\nTime stood still\nTime stands still in our hearts forever\nSeems just like yesterday\nTime stood still\nTime stands still\nTime stood still\nOh yeah\nTime stood still\nForever...",0
5309,Chris_Cornell___Wave_Goodbye,sad,"'Wave Goodbye  [Verse]\nWords get tangled on your tongue\nAnd you stumble on your feet\nWhen you miss somebody\n\nAnd everywhere you think you see them\nWalking down the street\nWhen you miss somebody\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you miss somebody\nYou tell yourself a hundred thousand times\n""Nobody ever lives forever""\nSo you give it one more try\nTo wave goodbye\nWave goodbye\n[Verse]\nEvery hurtful thing you ever said\nIs ringing in your ears\nWhen you miss somebody\n\nAnd every thing of beauty that you see\nIt only brings a tear\nWhen you miss somebody\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, when you miss somebody\nYou tell yourself that everything will be alright\nYou try to stand up strong and brave\nBut all you want to do is lay down and die\n\n[Bridge]\nHow long I\'ve waited for an answer or a sign\nLonely and weary from this troubled task of trying\nTo wave goodbye\n\n[Verse]\nSo now you start to recognize that every single path you see\nLeads to a tear in your eye\nSo wave goodbye\nWave goodbye\nWave goodbye\nWave goodbyeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5830,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Till_It_Happens_To_You,calm,"""’Till It Happens To You  [Verse 1]\nI know what I said was heat\nOf the moment\nBut, there's a little truth in\nBetween the words we've spoken\nIt's a little late now to fix a heart\nThat's broken\nPlease don't ask me where I'm going\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I don't know, no I don't know\nAnymore\nIt used feel like heaven, it used feel like\nMay, I used to hear those violins playing\nHarp strings like a symphony\nNow they've gone away\nNobody wants to face the truth\nBut, you won't believe what love can do\nTill it happens to you\nTill it happens to you\n[Verse 2]\nWent to the old flat\nGuess I was trying to turn the clock back\nBut, how come that nothing feels the same now\nWhen I'm with you?\nWe used to stay up all night in the kitchen when\nOur love was new\nOoh love am I a fool to believe in you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCause I don't know, no I don't know anymore\nIt used feel like heaven, it used feel like may\nI used hear those violins playing harp strings\nLike a symphony now there gone away\nNobody wants to know the truth until their\nHearts broken\nDon't you dare tell them what you think to do\nUntil they get over, you can only learn these things\nFrom experience when you get older\nI just wish that someone would've told me\nTill it happens to you\nTill it happens to you\nTill it happens to youYou might also like1",2
3006,Big_Bad_Voodoo_Daddy___Ol_MacDonald,happy,"""Ol’ MacDonald  Ol' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nAnd on this farm there was a chick\nPurtiest chick I know\nWith a little curve here\nAnd a little curve there\nThis chick, she had curves - Everywhere!\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\n\nAnd oh this chick, she had a walk\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nAnd how this walk would drive 'em wild\nSwingin' to and fro\nWith a little wiggle here\nAnd a little wiggle there\nMan, this chick had moves to spare\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nWhen she went walkin' into town\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nThe local gentry popped their eyes\nTarnation! What a show!\nWith a gol-dang here\nAnd a gosh darn there\nHeavens to Betsy, I do declare!\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\n\nThere was a barn dance Saturday night\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nAnd fellas came from miles around\nJust to see her do-si-do\n\nWith a promenade here\nAnd a promenade there\nAt a square-dance, man\nThis chick's no square\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\n\nI used to be a travelin' man\nEe-eye--oh\nUntil I hit Macdonald's place\nThings were mighty slow\nWith a little chick here\nAnd a little chick there\nI didn't have a real chick anywhere\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh\nYou might also likeThis farmer's daughter knocked me out\nEe-eye-ee-eye-oh Uh huh!\nI asked MacDonald for her hand\nAnd Pappy hollered go\nWith a little curve here\nAnd a little wiggle there\nA gol-dang here\nAnd a gosh darn\nA do-si-do here\nAnd a promenade there\nI got my own private county fair\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-oh\nOh Hey!\n\nOl' MacDonald had a farm\nEe-eye-oh hi-ay\n\nThat's right, MacDonald!\nIt's all or nuthin', baby!",0
5161,Charlotte_Martin___Limits_of_Our_Love,anger,"""Limits of Our Love  I can't cry, I can't understand\nCan't give in or give up my plan\nAnd we were swimming in the water with no hands\n\nAnd I will never quit the fight\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd every passing day and night\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd everything will be all right\nI'll push the limits of our love\nTo see how far it goes, goes where nobody knows\nYou're the light on the darkest me\nDon't back out 'cause you cannot see\nAnd though our instincts say that we should turn and run\n\nAnd I will never quit the fight\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd every passing day and night\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd everything will be all right\nI'll push the limits of our love\nTo see how far it goes, goes where nobody knows\n\nAnd when the world is crashing down\nI'll throw it on my back for you\nWhen you're paralyzed and bound\nI'll be waging war, my love\nMy love, my love\n\nAnd I will never quit the fight\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd every passing day and night\nI'll push the limits of our love\nAnd everything will be all right\nI'll push the limits of our love\nTo see how far it goes, goes where nobody knows",3
3945,Bosson___I_Believe,sad,"""I Believe  [intro]\nI Believe...in love\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou say of love; there's no such thing\nYou've only known the pain it brings\nYou question why I give your heart\nYou stay alone; you stay apart\n\n[Pre - Chorus]\nI've seen\nI know\nI trust;\nI feel\nLove is alive and for real\n[Chorus]\nAnd I believe, I believe in love\nI believe two hearts can learn to beat as one\nAnd I believe, I believe that time can learn your soul to mine\nI see the doubt there in your eyes, but I believe in love\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know you're scared; I understand\nPlease take my word and take my hand\nIf there's no faith inside of you\nI can believe enough for two\n\n[Pre - Chorus]\nI've seen\nI know\nI feel\nI trust\nLove has a future for us\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I believe, I believe in love\nI believe two hearts can learn to beat as one\nAnd I believe, I believe that time can learn your soul to mine\nI see the doubt there in your eyes, but I believe\n\n[Bridge]\nI believe, I believe in love, two hearts can beat as one\nI believe, I believe that time, can learn your soul to mine\nI believe, I believe in love, two hearts can beat as one\nI believe, I believe that time, can learn your soul to mine\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I believe, I believe in love\nI believe two hearts can learn to beat as one\nAnd I believe, I believe that time can learn your soul to mine\nI see the doubt there in your eyes, but I believe",1
5347,Chris_Isaak___King_Without_A_Castle_Album_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1
7561,Drowning_Pool___All_Over_Me,anger,"""All Over Me  [Verse 1]\nSomething I just might regret\nSomething you will not forget\nMaybe I should throw away\nEverything I've learned today\n\n[Chorus]\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\n[Verse 2]\nPushing forward from the truth\nMaybe it's me and maybe it's you\nSometimes I don't know myself\n28 years straight to Hell\n\n[Chorus]\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nThere's something changing in me\nThere's something growing in me\nThere's something changing in me\nThere's something growing inside of me\n\n[Bridge]\nGoing, changing, going, changing\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this\nGo away, don't want this... Don't want this!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nThere's something changing in me\nThere's something growing in me\nThere's something changing in me\nThere's something growing, now!\n\n[Chorus]\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me\nAll over me, all over me",3
1055,Amerie___I_Just_Died,calm,"""I Just Died  [Verse 1]\nStaring in the mirror as I\nStart to carefully contemplate\nJust really how deep is this thing I have for you\nIt's wearing on my heart\nAnd from the start you know I tried, steadily denied\nFriendship turned to love\nI know you probably think that I'm so strange -\nStuttering on every word when you look my way, oh why?\nAnd maybe it's all in my mind\nBut when we hugged goodbye - butterflies\nI just died, yeah yeah yeah\n[Chorus]\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour fingers hush my lips\nAs I try to explain maybe why you and I\nShould hide from such a love affair\nMy friends think that I'm so insane\nTo fight this feeling\nBut my life's at stake\nYour embrace, thoughts won't erase\nEvery hour, minute of the day I'm wit' it, hope and pray\nThat you might stay\nAnd now you're moving, oh, so closely\nKilling me so softly, so softly\nI just died\n\n[Chorus]\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight\nYou might also like[Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight\nI just died in your arms tonight\nDon't want nobody to bring me back to life\nI just died in your arms tonight, hey\nI just died in your arms\nI just died in your arms tonight, tonight1",2
8661,Everclear___Unemployed_Boyfriend,happy,"'Unemployed Boyfriend  [Spoken]\nHi this is Peggy, leave me a nice message or I\'ll kill ya!\n\n[Spoken]\nHey Peggy, it\'s me\nYou are never going to believe what happened to me today\nI\'m sitting at the unemployment office\nWaiting on my loser of a case worker\nIn one of those nasty chairs\nWhen from out of nowhere\nThis total stranger walks right up to me, sits down\nThen leans over and says something like\n""This is going to sound a little obsessive....""\n[Sung]\nThis is going to sound a little obsessive\nThis is going to sound a little bit strange\nI have one thing to say\nBefore I turn and I walk away\nThis is going to sound a little impulsive\nThis is going to sound a little insane\nI know you don\'t know me yet\nBut you and I\nWe will be together\nSomeday\nSomeday\nI know ... I know ... I sound like I\'m on drugs\nBut listen to me when I say...\n\nThat ever since I first saw you\nSitting on your car outside you asked for a cigarette\nI couldn\'t stop staring at your eyes\nEver since when I first saw you\nLooking bored in that plastic chair\nWith the lights of the office around you\nThose blonde streaks\nThey look so pretty in your black hair\nYou look cool and alternative with that disaffected stare\nYeah, You want people to think that you just don\'t care\nHey, you can be with me \'cause I just might be the one\nWho will treat you like you\'re perfect\nWho will always make you cum\nHey, you can be with me\nI will always let you win\nI will never be like those other guys\nI will never be your unemployed boyfriend\nYou might also like[Spoken]\nCan you believe he said that to me?!?\nTo me, of all people!\nI can\'t even remember the last time when a guy took me out on a date and actually paid for it\n\n[Sung]\nThis is going to sound a little bit out there\nYeah this is going to sound a little insane\nBut I keep having the same dream\nYou will be the mother of my children someday\nSomeday...\n\nI\'ve heard you sleep with that obnoxoius guy\nI know he is in that famous band\nYou look so sad when you are with him\nYes, I never see him reach to hold your hand\nYou can be with me, yes I will treat you like a queen\nI will go to all those chick flick movies\nThat I really don\'t want to see\nYou can be with me\nNo I will never let you down\nI will never make out with your girlfriends\nWhen I know you\'re not around\nYou can be with me\nYeah I just might be the one who will treat you like you\'re special\nI will always make you cum\nYou can be with me\nI will always let you win\nI will never be like those other guys\nI will never be like those other guys\nI will never be your unemployed boyfriend\n[Spoken]\nCan you believe this?\nI mean, can this be for real?!?\nThen he takes my hand, writes down his number, and just walks away\nI mean, WOW\nBut you know, the weird thing is, he\'s actually kinda cute\nIn a really intense way, kinda like Perry Farrell\nIntense but sensitive, anyway I told my bitchy sister about it\nAnd she just laughed at me, I told her I was really exited about this guy\nI said this could be the guyEmbed', 'default'",0
4090,Brand_New___Seventy_Times_7,anger,"'Seventy Times 7  [Verse 1]\nBack in school they never taught us what we needed to know\nLike how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart\nFor twelve years I\'ve held it all together\nBut a night like this is begging to pull me apart\nI played it quiet, left you deep in conversation\nI felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen\nI remember I kept thinking that I know you never would\nAnd now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could\n\n[Chorus]\nEveryone\'s caught on to\nEverything you do\nEveryone\'s caught on to\n[Verse 2]\nAs if this happening wasn\'t enough\nI got to go and write a song just to\nRemind myself how bad it sucked\nIgnore the sun, the cover\'s over my head\nI wrote a message on my pillow that says\n""Jesse, stay asleep in bed""\nSo don\'t apologize I hope you choke and die!\nSearch your cell for something with which to hang yourself\nThey say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven\nBut they don\'t tell you what to say\nWhen your whole life has gone to hell\n\n[Chorus]\nEveryone\'s caught on to\nEverything you do\nEveryone\'s caught on toAnd everyone\'s caught on to\nEverything you do\nEveryone\'s caught on toAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down again\nAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down again[Bridge]\nSo, is that what you call a getaway?\nTell me what you got away with\n\'Cause I\'ve seen more spine in jellyfish\nI\'ve seen more guts in 11-year-old kids\nHave another drink and drive yourself home\nI hope there\'s ice on all the roads\nAnd you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt\nAnd again when your head goes through the windshield\nIs that what you call tact?\nYou\'re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back\nSo let\'s end this call, and end this conversation\n\nAnd is that what you call a getaway?\nWell tell me what you got away with\nCause you left the frays from the ties you severed\nWhen you say best friends means friends forever\n\nIs that what you call a getaway?\nTell me what you got away with\n\'Cause I\'ve seen more spine in jellyfish\nI\'ve seen more guts in 11-year-old kids\nHave another drink and drive yourself home\nI hope there\'s ice on all the roads\nAnd you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt\nAnd again when your head goes through the windshield\n\n[Chorus]And everyone\'s caught on to\nEverything you do\nEveryone\'s caught on to\n\n\nAnd everyone\'s caught on to\nEverything you do\nEveryone\'s caught on toAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down again\nAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down again\n\nAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down again\nAnd I can\'t let you\nLet me down againYou might also like10Embed', 'default'",3
7533,Dredg___Whoa_Is_Me,sad,"""Whoa Is Me  The only things surrounding you now\nAre the circular memories\nInfect your conscience\nThey are the make up of your worries\nRegrets and doubts\n\nElective betrayal of your person\nRadiates confidence\nShine with silence\nAnd shadow the ones below\nThis drought is leaving me\nWith cracked soil and brown leaves\nFloating on a dry lake bed\nWith a dry mouth and a foggy head\nWaiting for the snow\nWhen the water comes\nI will overflow\nI will overflow\nAnd when the water comes\nI will overflow\n\nThere's one more thing\nI forgot to tell you\nWorries and doubts\nWill only help you\nIn the long run\nYou'll shadow the ones below\n\nThis drought is leaving me\nWith cracked soil and brown leaves\nFloating on a dry lake bed\nWith a dry mouth and a foggy head\nWaiting for the snow\nWhen the water comes\nI will overflow\nI will overflow\nAnd when the water comes\nI will overflow",1
5889,Covenant___The_Men,happy,"'The Men  We are the men\nSilent and cold\nBeautiful eyes\nSheep among wolves\nWe are the men\nSilent and strong\nBeautiful eyes\nSheep among wolvesYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5015,Cat_Power___Sea_Of_Love,sad,"""Sea of Love  [Verse 1]\nCome with me, my love\nTo the sea\nThe sea of love\nI want to tell you\nHow much I love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo you remember when we met?\nThat's the day I knew you were my pet\nI want to tell you\nHow much I love you\n[Verse 3]\nCome with me, my love\nTo the sea\nThe sea of love\nI want to tell you\nHow much I love youYou might also like7",1
727,Alice_In_Chains___What_The_Hell_Have_I,anger,"""What the Hell Have I?  [Verse 1]\nThe face before me flies\nLaughs at me inside\nMasks are made to hide the glow\nShining eyes\nDistance between us grows\nFeeding lies\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's hard to start things over\nYou can feel the fire around us\nAll the time, yeah\n[Verse 2]\nSomething I should say\nIt takes you every day\nWhat you give is not alive\nToday\nYour soul served on a plate\nThrow it away\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's hard to start things over\nYou can feel the fire around us all the time, yeah\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's hard to start things over, ah yeah\nYou can feel the fire around us all the time, yeah\nIt's hard to start things over, ah yeah\nYou can feel the fire around us all the time, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nAll the time\nWhat the hell have I?\nLittle prideYou might also like1",3
5434,Christy_Moore___John_ODreams,sad,"""John O’Dreams  GWhen midnight comes and peopleC homeward Gtread\nSeek out your blanket and yourC featheredG bed\nHome comes theD rover,his journey'sG over\nYield up the night time to oldC John OG'Dreams\n\n2\nAcross the hill the sun has gone astray\nTomorrows cares are many dreams away\nThe stars are flying,your candle's dying\nYield up the night time to oldJohn O'Dreams\n3\nBoth man and master in the night are one\nAll things are equal when the day is done\nThe prince and the ploughman,the slave the free man\nAll find their comfort in old John O'Dreams\nAll find their comfort in old John O'Dreams\n4\nWhen sleep it comes the dreams come running clear\nThe hawks of morning cannot reach you here\nSleep is a river,flow on for ever\nAnd for your boatman choose old John O'Dreams\nYes for your boatman choose old John O'Dreams",1
6439,Dario_G___Dream_To_Me,sad,"""Dream To Me  All my life\nIs changing every day\nIn every possible way\n\nAnd all my dreams\nIs Never quite as it seems\nIs Never quite as it seems\n\nI know I've felt like this before\nBut now I'm feeling it even more\nBecause it came from you\nI know I've felt like this before\nBut now I'm feeling it even more\n'Cause you're a dream to me\nDream to me\nDream to me\nDream to me\nAll my life\nIt's changing every day\nIn every possible way\n\nAnd all my dreams\nIs Never quite as it seems\nIs Never quite as it seems\n\nI know I've felt like this before\nBut now I'm feeling it even more\nBecause it came from you\nI know I've felt like this before\nBut now I'm feeling it even more\n'Cause you're a dream to me\n\nDream to me\nDream to me\nDream to me",1
6553,Dave_Gahan___Black_And_Blue_Again,sad,"""Black And Blue Again  [Verse 1]\nI'm back in the room with the two-way door\nI don't know where it is, I sure have been there before\nThe thoughts in my head, I just can't describe\nThey're just too insane and they're all outside\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAll my apologies have been used up\nAll my words they're not enough\nI'm asking you on my knees to look inside me\nI'm black and blue again\nI'm black and blue again\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo you remember we were such good friends\nAnd now we're back in the ring and fighting again\nThe taste that's in my mouth you see it's not very nice\nScreaming at you its tears in your eyes\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAll my apologies have been used up\nAll my words they're not enough\nI'm asking you on my knees to look inside me\nI'm black and blue again\n\nI'm black and blue again\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Post-Chorus 1]\nI'm not very nice\nYou said I'm not very nice\nI'm not very nice\nYou said I'm not very nice\nI'm not very nice\nYou see I'm not very nice\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nAll my apologies have been used up\nAll my words they're not enough\nI'm asking you on my knees to look inside me\nI'm black and blue again\n\nI'm black and blue again\nBlack and blue again\nBlack and blue again\n\n[Post-Chorus 2]\nI'm not very nice\nYou know I'm not very nice\nYou said I'm not very nice3",1
3359,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Complicated_Situation,sad,"""Complicated Situation  Well, everything's so different now\nA scream which fills the air\nAnd haunts the smallest children's sleep upon the floor\nWhere have they gone?\nYou hear them say with smiles meant to cry\nAs they wind a watch wrapped on a wrist\nAnd quickly look away\nAnd four and six have come and gone\nFive times before they're seen\nAnd upon the lips of everyone a curse they've never dreamed yeah\nUpon the lips of everyone a curse they've never dreamed\nIt's a complicated situation\nIt's a complicated situation mama\nI'm a complicated situation\n\nThe young must be our sacrifice\nThey say with crippled grins\nThe eyes of youth must lose their way\nAnd stumble here within\nSo the sleeping children were awoke\nIn time to haze their eyes\nSo was never known on which they choked\nThrough books of older time\nSo was never known on which they choked\nThrough books of older time\n\nIt's a complicated situation\nIt's a complicated situation mama\nI'm a complicated situation",1
9604,Front_242___Headhunter,happy,"""Headhunter  Today he has no means\nHe's alone and anonymous\nBut written in his cells\nHe's got the marks of a genius\nI'm looking for this man\nTo make us rich and famous\nI'm looking for this man\nTo sell him to other men\n\nOne you lock the target,\nTwo you bait the line,\nThree you slowly spread the net\nAnd four you catch the man\nyou catch the man\nyou catch the man\nI'm looking for this man\nTo sell him to other men\nTo sell him to other men\nAt ten times his price at least\nI'm looking for a man\nWho knows the rules of the game\nWho's able to forget them\nTo realize my aim\n\n\nOne you lock the target\nLock the target, bait the line\nSpread the net, then catch the man\nTwo you bait the line\nLock the target, bait the line\nSpread the net, then catch the man\n\nFreeze, shoot to kill, or die\nFreeze, shoot to kill, or die\n\nLock the target, bait the line\nSpread the net catch the man\n\nOne you lock the target\nTwo you bait the line\nThree you slowly spread the net\nAnd four you catch the man\nI'm looking for this man\nI'm looking for this man\nTo sell him to other men\nTo sell him to other men\nAt ten times his price at least",0
8863,Fall_Out_Boy___Snitches_And_Talkers_Get_Stitches_And_Walkers,anger,"'Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers  [Verse 1]\nShow me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid\nI, I, I will break his jaw\nI won\'t, I won\'t, I won\'t let him get his hopes up\nNo-oh, oh, oh\nAnd I will save him from himself\nHere\'s a picture with a note, ""No, don\'t turn out like me""\nIt\'s only for your own good\nNo-oh, oh, oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd haven\'t you heard, the word on the street is\n""I lost it, called it quits,"" get out into the sun\nOut from behind the gossip\nOh, oh, oh\n[Chorus]\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nKeep, k-keep talking, keep this alive\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nNow-ow-ow\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nHey! Hey!\nHey! Hey!\nHey! Hey!\n\n[Verse 2]\nEven when there\'s n-n-n-n-nothing worth living for\nYou\'re still, you\'re still, still worth lying for\nNo-no one has to\nKnow-ow-ow\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd haven\'t you heard, the word on the street is\n""I lost it, called it quits,"" get out into the sun\nOut from behind the gossip\nOh, oh, oh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nKeep, k-keep talking, keep this alive\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nNow-ow-ow\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nKeep, k-keep talking, keep this alive\nThis story\'s getting old\nThe home wrecker with the heart of gold\nKeep you locked up in the trunk of my mind\nNow-ow-ow, n-now-ow-ow, n-now-ow-ow, n-now-ow-ow, stop!10Embed', 'default'",3
7227,Dio___Firehead,anger,"""Firehead  Who's that angry man I see\nIs he coming closer\nWell I'll just make believe\nThat I've never been afraid\n\n[Chorus]\nCrackle, Crackle\nYou're all dead\nFeel the heat from firehead\n\nFrom spooky stories that he's read\nThey put pictures on his body\nLiving out a fantasy\nTo be the last one left alive, hah!\n[Chorus]\nCrackle, Crackle\nYou're all dead\nFeel the heat from firehead\n\nHe's lost the instruction\nNo control\nSuicide fever, he won't be much older\nI know, won't go, away\n\nWhat's that smoke that I can see\nRising from the ashes\nWell, it seems that there will always be\nSomeone just like you\n\n[Chorus]\nCrackle, Crackle\nYou're all dead\nFeel the heat from fireheadYou might also like1",3
2219,Avril_Lavigne___How_Does_It_Feel,sad,"""How Does It Feel  [Verse 1]\nI'm not afraid of anything\nI just need to know that I can breathe\nI don't need much of anything\nBut suddenly, suddenly\nI am small and the world is big\nAll around me is fast moving\nSurrounded by so many things\nSuddenly, suddenly\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel to be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel to be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel?\n[Verse 2]\nI am young and I am free\nBut I get tired and I get weak\nI get lost and I can't sleep I can't sleep\nBut suddenly, suddenly\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel?\n\n[Bridge]\nWould you comfort me?\nWould you cry with me?\nAh-ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah, ah-ah\nI am small and the world is big\nBut I'm not afraid of anything\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Chorus]\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\nHow does it feel to be To be\nDifferent from me?\nAre we the same?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAh-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah\n\n[Outro]\nHow does it feel? How does it feel?\nYou're different from me, different\nHow does it feel? How does it feel?\nYou're different from me, different\nHow does it feel? How does it feel?\nYou're different from me, different\nHow does it feel? How does it feel?\nYou're different from me3",1
8657,Everclear___Annabellas_Song,happy,"""Annabella’s Song  I see you rub your eyes\nYou know it makes me smile\nYou are like the sun to me\nBright as liquid fire\nI feel so powerless\nTo hold you up above the world\nYou are quite alot of trouble\nSuch a pretty little girl\nYou know I'm never home\nI'm always miles and miles away\nI feel I'm running out of time\nSay the things I need to say\nI call you on the telephone\nYou will not talk to me\nYou just dont understand\nYou are my everything\nAnna Anna\nTell me what you want\nTell me what you need\nAnna Anna you are never alone\nYou are never alone\n*chorus*\nI like to watch you play\nWhen you dont know i'm there\nSee you when you sleep at night\nReach out and touch your hair\nI want to make this world be just all you want it to be\nYeah you just dont understand\nYou are my everything\n*chorus*\nAnna you are never alone",0
2227,Axel_Rudi_Pell___The_Temple_Of_The_Holy,calm,"""The Temple of the Holy  [Verse 1]\nGone with the wind and home is far away from me\nThere's not one way to see\nHaunted by ghosts, the evil force of mystery\nNo way out for you and me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe end of the time, they're the end of the line\nThey're searching for the stars they couldn't find\nThe end of the time, they're the end of the line\nThey're searching for the stars they couldn't find\nOh, how much longer will they pay for the sins of yesterday\n[Chorus]\nWith their flesh and their bone, from dusk until dawn\nThey are searching for the temple of the holy\nFading and gone on the wings of the storm\nFinding shelter in the temple of the holy\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't touch the magic wall, the sign of the crystal ball\nSee their faces in the mirror\nThey're the legions of the damned from an unholy land\nBringing fear and reign of terror\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe end of the time, they're the end of the line\nSearching for the stars they couldn't find\nThe end of the time, the end of the line\nSearching for the stars they couldn't find\nOh, how much longer will they pay for the sins of yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nWith their flesh and their bones, from dusk until dawn\nThey are searching for the temple of the holy\nFading and gone on the wings of the storm\nFinding shelter in the temple of the holy\n\n[Guitar Solo]\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh, how much longer will they pay for the sins of yesterday?\n\n[Chorus]\nWith their flesh and their bone, from dusk until dawn\nThey are searching for the temple of the holy\nFading and gone on the wings of the storm\nFinding shelter in the temple of the holy\nWith their flesh and their bone, from dusk until dawn\nThey are searching for the temple of the holy\nFading and gone on the wings of the storm\nFinding shelter in the temple of the holy\n\n[Instrumental Outro]",2
169,AFI___Death_of_Seasons,anger,"""Death of Seasons  [Verse 1]\nOf late, it's harder just to go outside\nTo leave this dead space with hatred, so alive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWrithing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay\nKilled by the weakness, but forced to return, turn it off\n\n[Chorus]\nI watch the stars as they fall from the sky\nI held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying\nI feel the fallen stars encircle me, now as they cry\n[Verse 2]\nOut there, so quickly, grows malignant tribes\nPost-human extinction excels, unrecognized\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nFeeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay\nAll of this hatred is fucking real, turn it on, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI watch the stars as they fall from the sky\nI held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying\nI feel the fallen stars encircle me, now as they cry\n\n[Outro]\nIt won't be all right, despite what they say\nJust watch the stars tonight as they, as they disappear, disintegrate\n\nAnd I disintegrate 'cause this hate is fucking real\nAnd I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrateSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also like1",3
5483,Cirrus___You_Are_Panacea,happy,"'You Are Panacea  Oh these tattered\nImaginary wings\nWant to make them real\nReal\n\nOh these many\nUseless coverings\nWant to make throw away\nAway\n\nYou are the shelter in the winter rain\nYou are the child underneath the pain\nYou are\nFeeling heavy\nYou won?t let it down\nIt?s not their not\nTheir\nSparrow falling\nUntil she?s on the ground\nYour not alone\nAlone\n\nYou are the caged one who is finally free\nYou are the oasis in the desert heat\n\nYou are the shelter in the winter rain\nYou are the child underneath the pain\nYou hold the answer though you can?t explain\nWhat you are to meYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
1689,Aqualung___Halfway_To_The_Bottom,calm,"""Halfway to the Bottom  You're either dipping your toe\nOr you're drowning\nYou're either dipping your toe\nOr you're drowning\nIs it better never to start\nThan to bear the pain\nOf having to stop\nOf having to stop\n\nHalfway to the bottom\nInstantly forgotten\nI never thought it would come\nSo easy\nI never thought it would go\nSo quickly\nIs it safer never to love\nThan to risk your heart\nHaving to lose\nHaving to lose\n\nHalfway to the bottom\nInstantly forgotten\nI don't know\nWhich way to go\n\nIs it wiser never to speak\nThan to raise your voice\nAnd never be heard\nNever be heard\nNever be heard",2
5149,Charlotte_Gainsbourg___AF607105,sad,"""AF607105  Melancholy\nAviation\nChocolate\nPerfume\nCigarettes\nFrequent flyer\nStow away\nDislocation\nSleeping\nJets\nWave goodbye\nFeel homesick\nTranquilizers\nBill of fare\nCry easy\nDVT\nDisappear into thin air\nWe wish you all a very happy pleasant flight\nThis is a journey to the center of the night\nAnd the inflight entertainment's out of sight\nHere on AF607105\n\nTime difference\nYou're waking\nChase the sun into your eyes\nSleeping cities\nDust hotel rooms\nPassengers look to the skies\nFly over\nYour lifetime\nAnd never touching down\nMy heart\nIs breaking\nSomewhere over Saskatchewan\n\nWe wish you all a very happy pleasant flight\nThis is a journey to the center of the night\nAnd the inflight entertainment's out of sight\nHere on AF607105\n\nYour life in\nThe wrong hands\nSavannah and frozen wastes\nThe flight path\nThe wingspan\nBelow the earth rotates\nI love you\nI miss you\nI cannot see your face\nInvent a\nNew persona\nDrunk here on the edge of space\nYou might also likeAll the things I carry with me\nAnd all the things I left behind\nAnd all the things that wait to meet me\nHover in the air tonight\n\nIf I can only keep on moving\nAnd never stop and think of me\nAnd free fall through the years and decades\nTerminal velocity\n\nWe hope you had a very happy pleasant flight\nThis is our final destination so goodnight\nLike a stone we are now falling from the sky\nFarewell from AF607105\n\nThe cabin\nIs burning\nI smile and feel complete\nHere amongst\nTotal strangers\nTwenty-seven thousand feet\nSuspended\nIsolation\nKids throw toy planes in the street\nOne final\nBlaze of glory\nViewed from a window seat1",1
2829,Ben_Folds_Five___Your_Redneck_Past,happy,"""Your Redneck Past  Choose from any number of magazines\nWho do you want to be?\nBilly Idol or Kool Moe Dee?\n\nIf you're afraid they might discover\nYou redneck past\nThere are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past\nThey'll never send you home\n\nRoots!\nThe funny limbs that grow underground\nThat keep you from falling down\nDon't you think that you'll need them now?\nJust find a place where no one knows of\nYour redneck past\nYeah, you can easily dispose of your redneck past\nYou'll show them all back home\n\nDésolé\nJe suis americain\nPlease cook my steak again\nJe suis americain\nDésolé\nJe ne parle pas français\n\nLaws vary from state to state\nGetcha some books on tape\nLearn about holes in space\n\nIf you're afraid they might uncover\nYour redneck ass\nThere are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past\nIt's good to be back home",0
1682,Aqua___Freaky_Friday,happy,"""Freaky Friday  [Intro]\nHowdy people?\nHere's a little story 'bout an oooole friend of mine\nAnd to all you great folks out there, this is hardcore 10-4....\n\n[Chorus]\nFreaky Friday\nThings ain't going my way\nEverything is gone, my life is a country song\nOh-Oh\n[Verse 1]\nI jumped out of my bed this morning\nThen I heard this crunchy sound\nFrom my left leg that was broken\nAnd a note was laying on the ground\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBaby I am leaving you this minute\nTook the car and the cats and dogs\nGot the boots and the rhinestone stetson\nNothing's left but the note you got, aah you suck\n\n[Chorus]\nFreaky Friday\nThings ain't going my way\nEverything is gone, my life is a country song\nFreaky Friday, go play on the highway\nEverything is wrong, what the heck is going on\nOn my way through cross town traffic\nI was hit by a giant truck\nI came late to work and got fired\nThen suddenly the thunder struck\nOh-Oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBaby I am leaving you this minute\nTook the car and the cats and dogs\nGot the boots and the rhinestone stetson\nNothing's left but the note you got aah you suck\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nFreaky Friday\nThings ain't going my way\nEverything is gone, my life is a country song\nFreaky Friday, go play on the highway\nEverything is wrong, what the heck is going on\n\n[Bridge]\nLife's a country song\nHardcore 10-4\nWhat the heck is wrong- yiiii-ha\nLife's a country song\nHardcore 10-4\nWhat the heck is going on\nLife's a country song\nHardcore 10-4\nWhat the heck is wrong- yiiii-ha\nLife's a country song\nHardcore 10-4\nWhat the heck is going on\n\n[Outro]\nEverything is gone, my life is a country song\nHardcore 10-4\nFreaky Friday, things ain't going my way\nEverything is wrong, my life is a country song\nFreaky, hardcore, Friday, 10-4, go play on the highway\nEverything is wrong, what the heck is going on\nWell folks, that's all for now\nLife is just a long long country song\nAnd that's a big 10-4...10-4...10-4",0
6741,Dead_Kennedys___Moral_Majority,anger,"'Moral Majority  [Spoken: Jello Biafra]\nWe are gathered here tonight... to pay tribute to our Lord, and money unto me! Oh Lord in Heaven, let us pray! You, T.V. viewers, give me your pay, and sing M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!\n\nOne, two, three...\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou call yourselves the Moral Majority\nWe call ourselves the people in the real world\nTrying to rub us out, but we\'re going to survive\nGod must be dead, if you\'re alive\n[Verse 2]\nYou say, ""God loves you, come and buy the good news""\nThen you buy the President and swimming pools\nIf Jesus don\'t save \'til we\'re lining your pockets\nGod must be dead if you\'re alive\n\n[Verse 3]\nCircus-tent conmen and Southern belle bunnies\nMilk your emotions and steal your money\nIt\'s the new dark ages with the fascists toting Bibles\nCheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch trials\n\n[Verse 4]\nStodgy ayatollahs in their double-knit ties\nBurn lots of books so they can feed your their lies\nMasturbating with a flag and a Bible\nGod must be dead if you\'re alive\n\n[Chorus 1]\nBlow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell\nBlow it out your ass, Jesse Helms\nBlow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan\nWhat\'s wrong with a mind of my own?\n\n[Verse 5]\nYou don\'t want abortions, you want battered children\nYou want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem\nNow you wanna force us to pray in school\nGod must be dead if you\'re such a fool\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nYou\'re planning for a war with or without Iran\nBuilding a police state with your Ku Klux Klan\nPissed at your neighbor? Don\'t bother to nag\nPick up the phone and turn in a fag\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBlow it out your ass, Terry Dolan\nBlow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly\nRam it up your cunt, Anita\n\'Cause God must be dead if you\'re alive\nGod must be dead if you\'re alive!1Embed', 'default'",3
9530,Fredrika_Stahl___Monumental_Mismatch,calm,"""Monumental Mismatch  We met in the spring, we fell in the fall\nThen endured our winter of discontent\nSeems need defies all reason\nAnd self-inflicted suffering knows no season\n\nYou vex me, perplex me\nI wonder after who'll be the next me\nI see through it, but can't undo it\nThis monumental mismatch\n\nYou sway me, you play me\nYou come to spend an hour and over stay me\nYou unspool me, completely rule me\nThis monumental mismatch\nBefore your kisses dry you're gone\nAnd you leave me with your taste to carry on\nI know what I know better and I know I'm smart\nBut with my predilection for contradiction\nI'm a set up for a broken heart\n\nYou tease me, you please me\nThrough nights of loneliness your kisses ease me\nYou ignite me and I can't fight me\nAnd this monumental mismatch\nYou're a merciless intrusion, a constant cruel confusion\nThe inevitable conclusion is that I love you",2
3370,Black_Sabbath___Solitude,sad,"""Solitude  [Verse 1]\nMy name it means nothing, my fortune is less\nMy future is shrouded in dark wilderness\nSunshine is far away, clouds linger on\nEverything I possessed, now, they are gone\nThey are gone, they are gone...\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, where can I go to and what can I do?\nNothing can please me, only thoughts are of you\nYou just laughed when I begged you to stay\nI've not stopped crying since you went away\nYou went away, you went away...\n[Verse 3]\nThe world is a lonely place, you're on your own\nGuess I will go home, sit down and moan\nCrying and thinking is all that I do\nMemories I have remind me of you\nOf you, of you...You might also like24",1
1543,AntiFlag___Wake_Up,happy,"""Wake Up!  If I had a lighter in hands\nWith some oily rags\nIs that what it'd take\nTo wake you from your sleep?\nWake up from your American dreams\nTo be surrounded\nSurrounded in flames!\n\nYou got to scream\nTo make our voice heard!\nTill mine is heard!\nI won't stop screaming\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nYeah!\nAnd if we blocked the streets\nFacedown on the pavement\nEveryday\nAs we lay\nYou're angered\nCos you're five minutes late\nWhat happens next time\nWhen we will stop you all day?\nYeah, next time\nWhen we will stop you all day?\n\nYou got to scream\nTo make our voice heard!\nI won't stop screaming\nTill mine is heard!\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nWake Up!\nWake Up!\nTo the world around you\nYou might also likeAnd it's the same song, sung\nSung at the top of our lungs\nScreaming for freedom\nPleading for liberty\nScreaming for freedom\nPleading for liberty\nScreaming for freedom\nPleading for liberty\nFreedom!",0
5368,Chris_Spheeris___Walk_With_Me,anger,"""Walk With Me  Wandering through a misty night\nSearching for some signs of light\nI find you\nThrough a tunnel in the deep\nPast the corridors of sleep\nI find you\n\nOpen armed you're standing there\nGolden light surrounds your hair\nMy eyes can't look away\nVoice in a familiar tone\nTells me that I'm not alone\nI hear it say:\nWalk with me\nThrough the mysteries of night\nThrough the shadows and the light\nYou will find me there\nHold me now\nThrough the weak and the strong\nKnow our hearts will belong\nTo the one love we share\n\nYears I asked the silent skies\nTo shine some light into these eyes\nI found you\nTears of joy now trace my cheek\nA salty kiss, I tremble weak\nI've found you\n\nEntering your body's flame\nOur souls unite to share one name\nIt takes my breath away\nVoice arises deep within\nTelling me I'm free again\nI hear it say:\n\nWalk with me\nThrough the mysteries of night\nThrough the shadows and the light\nYou will find me there\nI'll hold you now\nThrough the weak and the strong\nKnow our hearts will belong\nTo the one love we share",3
8111,Elton_John___Goodbye_Yellow_Brick_Road,sad,"""Goodbye Yellow Brick Road  [Verse 1]\nWhen are you gonna come down?\nWhen are you going to land?\nI should have stayed on the farm\nI should have listened to my old man\nYou know you can't hold me forever\nI didn't sign up with you\nI'm not a present for your friends to open\nThis boy's too young to be singin' the blues\n\n[Refrain]\nAh, ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah\n[Chorus]\nSo goodbye yellow brick road\nWhere the dogs of society howl\nYou can't plant me in your penthouse\nI'm goin' back to my plough\nBack to the howlin' old owl in the woods\nHuntin' the horny-back toad\nOh, I've finally decided my future lies\nBeyond the yellow brick road\n\n[Refrain]\nAh, ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat do you think you'll do, then?\nI bet they'll shoot down the plane\nIt'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics\nTo set you on your feet again\nMaybe you'll get a replacement\nThere's plenty like me to be found\nMongrels who ain't got a penny\nSniffin' for tidbits like you on the ground\n\n[Refrain]\nAh, ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149You might also like[Chorus]\nSo goodbye yellow brick road\nWhere the dogs of society howl\nYou can't plant me in your penthouse\nI'm goin' back to my plough\nBack to the howlin' old owl in the woods\nHuntin' the horny-back toad\nOh, I've finally decided my future lies\nBeyond the yellow brick road\n\n[Refrain]\nAh, ah-ah, ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah, ah22",1
6235,DJ_Shadow___Mashin_On_The_Motorway,happy,"'Mashin’ on the Motorway  [Intro]\nHe just wanted us to call him ""Captain Da""\nHe said, ""You can call me Da-da""\nWhatever that meant\n\n[Interlude]\nOut of gas, still burning\nHey there... who, me?\nJust your friendly neighborhood speed demon\n\n[Verse 1]\nI\'m out to NASCAR to fast car to the last car\n\'Til there ain\'t no cars left\nEnough cars go by with enough dust flyin\' around\nTo make you cry, back down, and choke half-near to death\nI\'m up here on your left\n[Interlude]\nSorry about that\n\n[Verse 2]\nSee, like you, I push the bucket\nI like to burn big\nLike you, I\'ve gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live\nSo I tell them, ""Move over, this road ain\'t big enough for you!""\nI\'m flying like Knight Rider, they\'re tryin\' to keep up\nWith their grandma outside on the sidewalk, size\nMaybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they\'re tired\nMaybe their odometer needs to be rewired, or something\n\n[Interlude]\nFucking asshole!\nMy bad...\nCan you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?\n\n[Bridge]\nSee, when the whole thing slows down\nYou\'re gonna find that clown who\'s gonna give you your scene\nWith the chance to take it... now!\n\nDamn, what the fuck\'re you doing, motherfuckin\' asshole?!\nSorry!\nGet off my lane, you fucking fuck!\nHey, I got yours right here, buddy!\nBite me!\nDude, what the fuck is your problem?!\nMaldito hijo de puta! Well, get out the way, then!\nMove!\nI\'ll catch ya on the rebound!\nGoddamn, motherfucker, what the hell are you doin\'?\nYou might also like[Outro]\nSo much hostility...\nY\'all just keep checking your rear windows\nMaybe you\'ll catch me passing... mashin\'Embed', 'default'",0
1996,At_The_DriveIn___NonZero_Possibility,sad,"""Non-Zero Possibility  [Verse 1: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]\nI'm just tired of counting bodies\nIs this mausoleum tardy\nLet's just paint you a pretty face\nFlies dip tongues into tear ducts\nIn toothpicks fought unborn\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]\nContusion is hungry\nThey still eat their young\nProto-culture null and void\n[Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Jim Ward]\nAll veins in highway laps\nThis breath collapsed again\nThis hex was delivered spent\nOrchestra influenza\nDrawn and quartered pets\nIt dwells and grows in veins\n\n[Verse 2: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]\nThis is the pocket-sized edition\nRapid sleep through benediction\nLet's just paint you a pretty face\nMuseums mark their bodies down\nAll the tenants found\nAll the distance in their prefix\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]\nContusion is hungry\nThey still eat their young\nProto-culture null and void\n\n[Chorus: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Jim Ward]\nAll veins in highway laps\nThis breath collapsed again\nThis hex was delivered spent\nOrchestra influenza\nDrawn and quartered pets\nIt dwells and grows in veins\nYou might also like[Outro: Cedric Bixler-Zavala]\nFever bliss into central nervousness\nBitten on the entrance\nI was bitten on the entrance\nFever bliss into central nervousness\nBitten on the entrance\nI was bitten on the entrance\nBitten on the entrance\nI was bitten on the entrance\nBitten on the entrance\nBitten...",1
2007,At_The_Gates___Under_A_Serpent_Sun,anger,"'Under a Serpent Sun  [Verse 1]\nWeb of corruption\nThick with deceit\nThe language of destruction\nThe slaughter of the meek\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder a serpent sun\nWe shall all live as one\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo rest for the wicked\nThe children of god\nThe final retribution\nThe final curtain torn\nWithin us, the flames of the end\nSurvival of the fittest\nThe hunt for the sacred game\n[Chorus]\nUnder a serpent sun\nWe shall all live as one\n\n[Verse 3]\nChildren of chaos\nBorn of holocaust seed\nInherit the addiction\nAngels of genocide breed\nWithin us, the flames of the end\nSurvival of the fittest\nThe hunt for the sacred game\n\n[Chorus]\nUnder a serpent sun\nWe shall all live as one\n\n[Bridge]\nSweetfleshed, hellbent creature\nArtist of the fevered soul\nHeavenly, venomous rapture\nStricken numb by fear I fall\nSweetfleshed, hellbent creature\nArtist of the fevered soul\nHeavenly, venomous rapture\nStricken numb by fear I fallYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
6816,Death_In_Vegas___Aisha,sad,"""Aisha  Aisha\nWe've only just met\nAnd I think you ought to know\nI'm a murderer\nBabies need blood\n\nI have a portrait on my wall\nHe's a serial killer\nI thought he wouldn't escape\nAisha\nHe got out\nWe live in a cemetary\nA cold and barren place\nAnd science runs through us\nMaking us Gods\n\nThe rules are all wrong\nEvery perversion is justified\nThe iron people eat dead bodies\nAnything goes around here\n\nI still want to to be human again\nWhat am I?\nWhat am I?\nI'm a murderer\n\nAisha\nI'm confused\nAisha\nI'm vibrating\n\nI'm a murderer\nThe Gods all suck",1
2698,Belinda_Carlisle___I_Plead_Insanity,happy,"""I Plead Insanity  Na na na na\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\n\nI can't be responsible\nFor anything I do now or say now\nI get too excitable\nTo control the way I behave now\nI'm afraid of what I do\nIf I find myself in love with you\nIt's just a crime of passion baby\nDon't hold it against me\nI'm innocent\nI'm just out of my mind\nI plead insanity\nOoooooh I'm so mad about you\nI can't think straight, I can't see straight\nI plead insanity\nAll I do is obsess about you\nI can't work days, I can't sleep nights\nI plead insanity\n\nNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\n\nI know that there are rules to this\nAnd I plan to break every one of them\nAnd if I go too far tonight\nBaby you can be my allaby\nAnd if I act irrational\nI'm not responsible\nFor anything that happens here\nDon't hold it against me\nI'm innocent\nI'm just out of my mind\n\nI plead insanity\nOoooooh I'm so mad about you\nI can't think straight, I can't see straight\nI plead insanity\nAll I do is obsess about you\nI can't work days, I can't sleep nights\nI plead insanity\nYou might also likeNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\n\nI plead insanity\nOoooooh I'm so mad about you\nI can't think straight, I can't see straight\nI plead insanity\nAll I do is obsess about you\nI can't work days, I can't sleep nights\nI know my fantasy\nAll I need is to see it come true with you\nI plead insanity\n\nNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah\nNah nah nah nah nah nah nah",0
1133,Amy_Diamond___Champion,happy,"""Champion  [Verse 1]\nPut a pep in your step when you're moving too slow\nYou gotta hit that high when the odds are low\nNow here's how to get to the next plateau\nBe the first one in and the last to go, ooh-wee\n\n[Refrain]\nAin't no other way about this, way about this\nYou know it, put your money where your mouth is\nWhere your mouth is, is, is\n[Chorus]\nHey now, work it out\nChampion, champion\nDon't stop, keep it up\nChampion, champion\nYou've got to go for number one\nAin't that what makes a champion?\nMakes a champion\n\n[Verse 2]\nKeep your eyes on the price and forget the cost\nCause you can't get far when you're slacking off\nIf you slip, then you best get up again\nCatch that second wind when the first one end, ooh\n\n[Refrain]\nAin't no other way about this, way about this\nYou know it, put your money where your mouth is\nWhere your mouth is, is, is\n\n[Chorus]\nHey now, work it out\nChampion, champion\nDon't stop, keep it up\nChampion, champion\nYou've got to go for number one\nAin't that what makes a champion?\nYou might also like[Intelude]\nC-H-A, AMP-I-ON\nOh aye! CHAMP-I-ON\n\n[Breakdown]\nPut a pep in your step when you're moving too slow\nYou gotta hit that high when the odds are low\nNow here's how to get to the next plateau\nBe the first one in and the last to go\n\n[Refrain]\nAin't no other way about this, way about this\nYou know it, put your money where your mouth is\nWhere your mouth is, is, is\n\n[Chorus]\nHey now, work it out\nDon't stop, keep it up\nHey now, work it out\nChampion, champion\nDon't stop, keep it up\nChampion, champion\nYou've got to go for number one\nAin't that what makes a champion?\nAin't that what makes a champion?",0
8732,Exodus___Blacklist,anger,"""Blacklist  It is no mystery\nWhat you get is what you see\nYou betrayed my loyalty\nYou gone and done me wrong\nNow I have to do you harm\nMy revenge is guaranteed\nYou stabbed me in the back\nSpit right in my eye\nDragging me into the fray\nTake you out, write you off, there's never enough\nWays to throw you away\nYou'd better start runnin'\n'Cause you know that I'm comin'\nCocked and loaded and I never miss\nI'm onto your game\nAnd I'm layin' the blame\nAnd I'm addin' your name to my blacklist\nYou shoulda thought twice\n'Cause you're playin' with your life\nYou must have some sort of deathwish\nI haven't any doubt\nThat your time's running out\n'Cause I've added your name\nTo my blacklist\n\nYou tried to beat me\nThought you could defeat me\nBut ha, were you ever wrong!\nI rise to the occasion\nCharacter assassination\nTo put you down where you belong\nYou've got a lot to say\nWhen I'm so far away\nNow you've got a problem with me\nTake you out, write you off, when I've had enough\nOf your verbal debris\nYou might also likeYou'd better start runnin'\n'Cause you know that I'm comin'\nCocked and loaded and I never miss\nI'm onto your game\nAnd I'm layin' the blame\nAnd I'm addin' your name to my blacklist\nYou shoulda thought twice\n'Cause you're playin' with your life\nYou must have some sort of deathwish\nI haven't any doubt\nThat your time's running out\n'Cause I've added your name\nTo my blacklist\n\nFor all the shit you talk\nYou've never walked the walk\nAll you do is run and hide\nSlander me, slag me\nYou better body bag me\nI'm not a man you should deride\nI've heard everything\nAll your mudslinging\nYou better run, as fast as you can\nTake you out, write you off, are you brave enough\nTo stand up and fight like a man\nYou'd better start runnin'\n'Cause you know that I'm comin'\nCocked and loaded and I never miss\nI'm onto your game\nAnd I'm layin' the blame\nAnd I'm addin' your name to my blacklist\nYou shoulda thought twice\n'Cause you're playin' with your life\nYou must have some sort of deathwish\nI haven't any doubt\nThat your time's running out\n'Cause I've added your name\nTo my blacklist3",3
7992,Ella_Fitzgerald___Basin_Street_Blues,happy,"'Chapter 5: Harlemite  ""Get\'cha goood haaaaam an\' cheeeeese . . . sandwiches! Coffee! Candy! Cake! Ice Cream!"" Rocking along the tracks every other day for four hours between Boston and New York in the coach aisles of the New York, New Haven & Hartford\'s ""Yankee Clipper.""\n\nOld Man Rountree, an elderly Pullman porter and a friend of Elk\'s, had recommended the railroad job for me. He had told her the war was snatching away railroad men so fast that if I could pass for twenty-one, he could get me on.\n\nElla wanted to get me out of Boston and away from Sophia. She would have loved nothing better than to have seen me like one of those Negroes who were already thronging Roxbury in the Army\'s khaki and thick shoes-home on leave from boot camp. But my age of sixteen stopped that.\n\nI went along with the railroad job for my own reasons. For a long time I\'dw anted to visit New York City. Since I had been in Roxbury, I had heard a lot about ""the Big Apple,"" as it was called by the well-traveled musicians, merchant mariners, salesmen, chauffeurs for white families, and various kinds of hustlers I ran into. Even as far back as Lansing, I had been hearing about how fabulous New York was, and especially Harlem. In fact, my father had described Harlem with pride, and\nshowed us pictures of the huge parades by the Harlem followers of Marcus Garvey. And every time Joe Louis won a fight against a white opponent, big front-page pictures in the Negro newspapers such as the _Chicago Defender_, the _Pittsburgh Courier_, and the _Afro-American_ showed a sea of Harlem Negroes cheering and waving and the Brown Bomber waving back at them from the balcony of Harlem\'s Theresa Hotel. Everything I\'d ever heard about New York City was exciting - things like Broadway\'s bright lights and the Savoy Ballroom and Apollo Theater in Harlem, where great bands played and famous songs and dance steps and Negro stars originated.\n\nBut you couldn\'t just pick up and goto visit New York from Lansing, or Boston, or anywhere else - not without money. So I\'d never really given too much thought to getting to New York until the free way to travel there came in the form of Ella\'s talk with old man Rountree, who was a member of Ella\'s church.\nWhat Ella didn\'t know, of course, was that I would continue to see Sophia. Sophia could get away only a few nights a week. She said, when I told her about the train job, that she\'d get away every night I got back into Boston, and this would mean every other night, if I got the run I wanted. Sophia didn\'t want me to leave at all, but she believed I was draft age already, and thought the train job would keep me out of the Army. Shorty thought it would be a great chance for me. He was worried sick himself about the draft call that he knew was soon to come. Like hundreds of the black ghetto\'s young men, he was taking some stuff that, it was said, would make your heart sound defective to the draft board\'s doctors.\n\nShorty felt about the war the same way I and most ghetto Negroes did: ""Whitey owns everything. He wants us to go and bleed for him? Let him fight.""\n\nAnyway, at the railroad personnel hiring office down on Dover Street, a tired-acting old white clerk got down to the crucial point, when I came to sign up. ""Age, Little?"" When I told him ""Twenty-one,"" he never lifted his eyes from his pencil. I knew I had the job.\n\nI was promised the first available Boston-to-New York fourth-cook job. But for a while, I worked there in the Dover Street Yard, helping to load food requisitions onto the trains. Fourth cook, I knew, was just a glorified name for dishwasher, but it wouldn\'t be my first time, and just as long as I traveled where I wanted, it didn\'t make any difference to me. Temporarily though, they put me on ""The Colonial"" that ran to Washington, D.C.\n\nThe kitchen crew, headed by a West Indian chef named Duke Vaughn, worked with almost unbelievable efficiency in the cramped quarters. Against the sound of the train clacking along, the waiters were jabbering the customers\' orders, the cooks operated like machines, and five hundred miles of dirty pots and dishes and silverware rattled back to me. Then, on the overnight layover, I naturally went sightseeing in downtown Washington. I was astounded to find in the nation\'s capital, just a few blocks from Capitol Hill, thousands of Negroes living worse than any I\'d ever seen in the poorest sections of Roxbury; in dirt-floor shacks along unspeakably filthy lanes\nwith names like Pig Alley and Goat Alley. I had seen a lot, but never such a dense concentration of stumble bums, pushers, hookers, public crap-shooters, even little kids running around at midnight begging for pennies, half-naked and barefooted. Some of the railroad cooks and waiters had told me to be very careful, because muggings, knifings and robberies went on every night among these Negroes . . . just a few blocks from the White House.\n\nBut I saw other Negroes better off; they lived in blocks of rundown red brick houses. The old ""Colonial"" railroaders had told me about Washington having a lot of ""middle-class"" Negroes with Howard University degrees, who were working as laborers, janitors, porters, guards, taxi-drivers, and the like. For the Negro in Washington, mail-carrying was a prestige job.\n\nAfter a few of the Washington runs, I snatched the chance when one day personnel said I could temporarily replace a sandwich man on the ""Yankee Clipper"" to New York. I was into my zoot suit before the first passenger got off.\n\nThe cooks took me up to Harlem in a cab. White New York passed by like a movie set, then abruptly, when we left Central Park at the upper end, at 110th Street, the people\'s complexion began to change.\n\nBusy Seventh Avenue ran along in front of a place called Small\'s Paradise. The crew had told me before we left Boston that it was their favorite night spot in Harlem, and not to miss it. No Negro place of business had ever impressed me so much. Around the big, luxurious-looking, circular bar were thirty or forty Negroes, mostly men, drinking and talking.\n\nI was hit first, I think, by their conservative clothes and manners. Wherever I\'d seen as many as ten Boston Negroes-let alone Lansing Negroes-drinking, there had been a big noise. But with all of these Harlemites drinking and talking, there was just a low murmur of sound. Customers came and went. The bartenders knew what most of them drank and automatically fixed it. A bottle was set on the bar before some.\n\nEvery Negro I\'d ever known had made a point of flashing whatever money he had. But these Harlem Negroes quietly laid a bill on the bar. They drank. They nonchalantly nodded to the bartender to pour a drink for some friend, while the bartenders, smooth as any of the customers, kept making change from the money on the bar.\n\nTheir manners seemed natural; they were not putting on any airs. I was awed. Within the first five minutes in Small\'s, I had left Boston and Roxbury forever.\n\nI didn\'t yet know that these weren\'t what you might call everyday or average Harlem Negroes. Later on, even later that night, I would find out that Harlem contained hundreds of thousands of my people who were just as loud and gaudy as Negroes anywhere else. But these were the cream of the older, more mature operators in Harlem. The day\'s ""numbers"" business was done. The night\'s gambling and other forms of hustling hadn\'t yet begun. The usual night-life crowd, who worked on regular jobs all day, were at home eating their dinners. The hustlers at this time were in the daily six o\'clock congregation, having their favorite bars all over Harlem largely to\nthemselves.\nFrom Small\'s, I taxied over to the Apollo Theater. I remember so well that Jay McShann\'s band was playing, because his vocalist was later my close friend, Walter Brown, the one who used to sing ""Hooty Hooty Blues."" From there, on the other side of 125th Street, at Seventh Avenue, I saw the big, tall, gray Theresa Hotel. It was the finest in New York City where Negroes could then stay, years before the downtown hotels would accept the black man. The Theresa is now best\nknown as the place where Fidel Castro went during his U.N. visit, and achieved a psychological coup over the U.S: State Department when it confined him to Manhattan, never dreaming that he\'d stay uptown in Harlem and make such an impression among the Negroes.\n\nThe Braddock Hotel was just up 126th Street, near the Apollo\'s backstage entrance. I knew its bar was famous as a Negro celebrity hang-out. I walked in and saw, along that jam-packed bar, such famous stars as Dizzy Gillespie, Billy Eckstine, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, and Dinah Washington.\n\nAs Dinah Washington was leaving with some friends, I overheard someone say she was on her way to. the Savoy Ballroom where Lionel Hampton was appearing that night-she was then Hamp\'s vocalist. The ballroom made the Roseland in Boston look small and shabby by comparison. And the lindy-hopping there matched the size and elegance of the place. Hampton\'s hard-driving outfit kept a red-hot pace with his greats such as Arnett Cobb, Illinois Jacquet, Dexter Gordon, Alvin Hayse, Joe Newman, and George Jenkins. I went a couple of rounds on the floor with girls from the sidelines.\n\nProbably a third of the sideline booths were filled with white people, mostly just watching the Negroes dance; but some of them danced together, and, as in Boston, a few white women were with Negroes. The people kept shouting for Hamp\'s ""Flyin\' Home,"" and finally he did it. I could believe the story I\'d heard in Boston about this number-that once in the Apollo, Hamp\'s ""Flyin\' Home"" had made some reefer-smoking Negro in the second balcony believe he could fly, so he tried-and jumped-and broke his leg, an event later immortalized in song when Earl Hines wrote a hit tune called ""Second Balcony Jump."" I had never seen such fever-heat dancing. After a couple of slow numbers cooled the place off, they brought on Dinah Washington. When she did her ""Salty Papa Blues,"" those people just about tore the Savoy roof off. Poor Dinah\'s funeral was held not long ago in Chicago. I read that over twenty thousand people viewed her body, and I should have been there myself. Poor Dinah! We became great friends, back in those days.\n\nBut this night of my first visit was Kitchen Mechanics\' Night at the Savoy, the traditional Thursday night off for domestics. I\'d say there were twice as manywomen as men in there, not only kitchen workers and maids, but also war wives and defense-worker women, lonely and looking. Out in the street, when I left the ballroom, I heard a prostitute cursing bitterly that the professionals couldn\'t do any business because of the amateurs.\n\nUp and down, along and between Lenox and Seventh and Eighth avenues, Harlem was like some technicolor bazaar. Hundreds of Negro soldiers and sailors, gawking and young like me, passed by. Harlem by now was officially off limits to white servicemen. There had already been some muggings and robberies, and several white servicemen had been found murdered. The police were also trying to discourage white civilians from coming uptown, but those who wanted to still did. Every man without a woman on his arm was being ""worked"" by the prostitutes. ""Baby, wanna have some fun?"" The pimps would sidle up close, stage-whispering, ""All kinds of women,\nJack-want a white woman?"" And the hustlers were merchandising: ""Hundred-dollar ring, man, diamond; ninety-dollar watch, too-look at \'em. Take \'em both for twenty-five.""\n\nIn another two years, I could have given them all lessons. But that night, I was mesmerized. This world was where I belonged. On that night I had started on my way to becoming a Harlemite. I was going to become one of the most depraved parasitical hustlers among New York\'s eight million people-four million of whom work, and the other four million of whom live off them.\n\nI couldn\'t quite believe all that I\'d heard and seen that night as I lugged my shoulder-strap sandwich box and that heavy five-gallon aluminum coffee pot up and down the aisles of the ""Yankee Clipper"" back to Boston. I wished that Ella and I had been on better terms so that I could try to describe to her how I felt. But I did talk to Shorty, urging him to at least go to see the Big Apple music world. Sophia listened to me, too. She told me that I\'d never be satisfied anywhere but New York. She was so right. In one night, New York-Harlem-had just about narcotized me.\n\nThat sandwich man I\'d replaced had little chance of getting his job back. I went bellowing up and down those train aisles. I sold sandwiches, coffee, candy, cake, and ice cream as fast as the railroad\'s commissary department could supply them. It didn\'t take me a week to learn that all you had to do was give white people a show and they\'d buy anything you offered them. It was like popping your shoeshine rag. The dining car waiters and Pullman porters knew it too, and they faked their Uncle Tomming to get bigger tips. We were in that world of Negroes who are both servants and psychologists, aware that white people are so obsessed with their own importance that they will pay liberally, even dearly, for the impression of being catered to and entertained.\n\nEvery layover night in Harlem, I ran and explored new places. I first got a room at the Harlem YMCA, because it was less than a block from Small\'s Paradise. Then, I got a cheaper room at Mrs. Fisher\'s rooming house which was close to the YMCA. Most of the railroad men stayed at Mrs. Fisher\'s. I combed not only the bright-light areas, but Harlem\'s residential areas from best to worst, from Sugar Hill up near the Polo Grounds, where many famous celebrities lived, down to the slum blocks of old rat-trap apartment houses, just crawling with everything you could mention that was illegal and immoral. Dirt, garbage cans overflowing or kicked over; drunks, dope addicts,\nbeggars. Sleazy bars, store-front churches with gospels being shouted inside, ""bargain"" stores, hockshops, undertaking parlors. Greasy ""home-cooking"" restaurants, beauty shops smoky inside from Negro women\'s hair getting fried, barbershops advertising conk experts. Cadillacs, secondhand and new, conspicuous among the cars on the streets.\n\nAll of it was Lansing\'s West Side or Roxbury\'s South End magnified a thousand times. Little basement dance halls with ""For Rent"" signs on them. People offering you little cards advertising ""rent-raising parties."" I went to one of these-thirty or forty Negroes sweating, eating, drinking, dancing, and gamblingin a jammed, beat-up apartment, the record player going full blast, the fried chicken or chitlins with potato salad and collard greens for a dollar a plate, and cans of beer or shots of liquor for fifty cents. Negro and white canvassers sidled up alongside you, talking fast as they tried to get you to buy a copy of the _Daily Worker_: ""This paper\'s trying to keep your rent controlled . . . Make that greedy landlord kill them rats in your apartment . . . This paper represents the only political party that ever ran a black man for the Vice Presidency of the United States . . . Just want you to read, won\'t take but a little of your time . . . Who do you think fought the hardest to help free those Scottsboro boys?"" Things I overheard among Negroes when the salesmen were around let me know that the paper somehow was tied in with the Russians, but to my sterile mind in those early days, it didn\'t mean much; the radio broadcasts and the newspapers were then full of our-ally-Russia, a strong, muscular people, peasants, with their\nbacks to the wall helping America to fight Hitler and Mussolini.\nBut New York was heaven to me. And Harlem was Seventh Heaven! I hung around in Small\'s and the Braddock bar so much that the bartenders began to pour a shot of bourbon, my favorite brand of it, when they saw me walk in the door. And the steady customers in both places, the hustlers in Small\'s and the entertainers in the Braddock, began to call me ""Red,"" a natural enough nickname in view of my bright red conk. I now had my conk done in Boston at the shop of Abbott and\nFogey; it was the best conk shop on the East Coast, according to the musical greats who had recommended it to me.\n\nMy friends now included musicians like Duke Ellington\'s great drummer, Sonny Greer, and that great personality with the violin, Ray Nance. He\'s the one who used to stag in that wild ""scat"" style: ""Blip-blip-de-blop-de-blam-blam-"" And people like Cootie Williams, and Eddie ""Cleanhead"" Vinson, who\'d kid me about his conk-he had nothing up there but skin. He was hitting the heights then with his song, ""Hey, Pretty Mama, Chunk Me In Your Big Brass Bed."" I also knew Sy Oliver;\nhe was married to a red-complexioned girl, and they lived up on Sugar Hill; Sy did a lot of arranging for Tommy Dorsey in those days. His most famous tune, I believe, was ""Yes, Indeed!""\n\nThe regular ""Yankee Clipper"" sandwich man, when he came back, was put on another train. He complained about seniority, but my sales record made them placate him some other way. The waiters and cooks had begun to call me ""Sandwich Red.""\n\nBy that time, they had a laughing bet going that I wasn\'t going to last, sales or not, because I had so rapidly become such an uncouth, wild young Negro. Profanity had become my language. I\'d even curse customers, especially servicemen; I couldn\'t stand them. I remember that once, when some passenger complaints had gotten me a warning, and I wanted to be careful, I was working down the aisle and a big, beefy, red-faced cracker soldier got up in front of me, so drunk he was\nweaving, and announced loud enough that everybody in the car heard him, ""I\'m going to fight you, nigger."" I remember the tension. I laughed and told him, ""Sure, I\'ll fight, but you\'ve got too many clothes on."" He had on a big Army overcoat. He took that off, and I kept laughing and said he still had on too many. I was able to keep that cracker stripping off clothes until he stood there drunk with nothing on from his pants up, and the whole car was laughing at him, and some other\nsoldiers got him out of the way. I went on. I never would forget that-that I couldn\'t have whipped that white man as badly with a club as I had with my mind.\n\nMany of the New Haven Line\'s cooks and waiters still in railroad service today will remember old Pappy Cousins. He was the ""Yankee Clipper"" steward, a white man, of course, from Maine. Negroes had been in dining car service as much as thirty and forty years, but in those days there were no Negro stewards on the New Haven Line. Anyway, Pappy Cousins loved whiskey, and he liked everybody, even me. A lot of passenger complaints about me, Pappy had let slide. He\'d ask\nsome of the old Negroes working with me to try and calm me down.\n\n""Man, you can\'t tell him nothing!"" they\'d exclaim. And they couldn\'t. At home in Roxbury, they would see me parading with Sophia, dressed in my wild zoot suits. Then I\'d come to work, loud and wild and half-high on liquor or reefers, and I\'d stay that way, jamming sandwiches at people until we got to New York. Off the train, I\'d go through that Grand Central Station afternoon rush hour crowd, and many white people simply stopped in their tracks to watch me pass. The drape\nand the cut of a zoot suit showed to the best advantage if you were tall-and I was over six feet. My conk was fire-red. I was really a clown, but my ignorance made me think I was ""sharp."" My knob-toed, orange-colored ""kick-up"" shoes were nothing but Florsheims, the ghetto\'s Cadillac of shoes in those days. Some shoe companies made these ridiculous styles for sale only in the black ghettoes where ignorant Negroes like me would pay the big-name price for something that we associated with being rich. And then, between Small\'s Paradise, the Braddock Hotel, and other places-as much as my twenty-or twenty-five-dollar pay would allow, I drank liquor, smoked marijuana, painted the Big Apple red with increasing numbers of friends, and finally in Mrs. Fisher\'s rooming house I got a few hours of sleep before the ""Yankee Clipper"" rolled again.\n\nIt was inevitable that I was going to be fired sooner or later. What finally finished me was an angry letter from a passenger. The conductors added their-bit, telling how many verbal complaints they\'d had, and how many warnings I\'d been given.\n\nBut I didn\'t care, because in those wartime days such jobs as I could aspire to were going begging. When the New Haven Line paid me off, I decided it would be nice to make a trip to visit my brothers and sisters in Lansing. I had accumulated some railroad free-travel privileges.\n\nNone of them back in Michigan could believe it was me. Only my oldest brother, Wilfred, wasn\'t there; he was away at Wilberforce University in Ohio studying a trade. But Philbert and Hilda were working in Lansing. Reginald, the one who had always looked up to me, had gotten big enough to fake his age, and he was planning soon to enter the merchant marine. Yvonne, Wesley and Robert were in school.\n\nMy conk and whole costume were so wild that I might have been taken as a man from Mars. I caused a minor automobile collision; one driver stopped to gape at me, and the driver behind bumped into him. My appearance staggered the older boys I had once envied; I\'d stick out my hand, saying ""Skin me, daddy-o!"" My stories about the Big Apple, my reefers keeping me sky-high -- wherever I went, I was the life of the party. ""My man! . . . Gimme some skin!""\n\nThe only thing that brought me down to earth was the visit to the state hospital in Kalamazoo. My mother sort of half-sensed who I was.\n\nAnd I looked up Shorty\'s mother. I knew he\'d be touched by my doing that. She was an old lady, and she was glad to hear from Shorty through me. I told her that Shorty was doing fine and one day was going to be a great leader of his own band. She asked me to tell Shorty that she wished he\'d write her, and send her something.\n\nAnd I dropped over to Mason to see Mrs. Swerlin, the woman at the detention home who had kept me those couple of years. Her mouth flew open when shecame to the door. My sharkskin gray ""Cab Calloway"" zoot suit, the long, narrow, knob-toed shoes, and the four-inch-brimmed pearl-gray hat over my conked fire-red hair; it was just about too much for Mrs. Swerlin. She just managed to pull herself together enough to invite me in. Between the way I looked and my style of talk, I made her so nervous and uncomfortable that we were both glad when I left.\n\nThe night before I left, a dance was given in the Lincoln School gymnasium. I\'ve since learned that in a strange city, to find the Negroes without asking where, you just check in the phone book for a ""Lincoln School."" It\'s always located in the segregated black ghetto-at least it was, in those days. I\'d left Lansing unable to dance, but now I went around the gymnasium floor flinging little girls over my shoulders and hips, showing my most startling steps. Several times, the little band\nnearly stopped, and nearly everybody left the floor, watching with their eyes like saucers. That night, I even signed autographs-""Harlem Red""-and I left Lansing shocked and rocked.\n\nBack in New York, stone broke and without any means of support, I realized that the railroad was all that I actually knew anything about. So I went over to the Seaboard Line\'s hiring office. The railroads needed men so badly that all I had to do was tell them I had worked on the New Haven, and two days later I was on the ""Silver Meteor"" to St. Petersburg and Miami. Renting pillows and keeping the coaches clean and the white passengers happy, I made about as much as I had with\nsandwiches.\n\nI soon ran afoul of the Florida cracker who was assistant conductor. Back in New York, they told me to find another job. But that afternoon, when I walked into Small\'s Paradise, one of the bartenders, knowing how much I loved New York, called me aside and said that if I were wilting to quit the railroad, I might be able to replace a day waiter who was about to go into the Army.\n\nThe owner of the bar was Ed Small. He and his brother Charlie were inseparable, and I guess Harlem didn\'t have two more popular and respected people. They knew I was a railroad man, which, for a waiter, was the best kind of recommendation. Charlie Small was the one I actually talked with in their office. I was afraid he\'d want to wait to ask some of his old-timer railroad friends for their opinion. Charlie wouldn\'t have gone for anybody he heard was wild. But he decided on the basis of his own impression, having seen me in his place so many times, sitting quietly, almost in awe, observing the hustling set. I told him, when he asked, that I\'d never been in\ntrouble with the police-and up to then, that was the truth. Charlie told me their rules for employees: no lateness, no laziness, no stealing, no kind of hustling off any customers, especially men in uniform. And I was hired.\n\nThis was in 1942.I had just turned seventeen.\n\nWith Small\'s practically in the center of everything, waiting tables there was Seventh Heaven seven times over. Charlie Small had no need to caution me against being late; I was so anxious to be there, I\'d arrive an hour early. I relieved the morning waiter. As far as he was concerned, mine was the slowest, most no-tips time of day, and sometimes he\'d stick around most of that hour teaching me things, for he didn\'t want to see me fired.\n\nThanks to him, I learned very quickly dozens of little things that could really ingratiate a new waiter with the cooks and bartenders. Both of these, depending on how they liked the waiter, could make his job miserable or pleasant-and I meant to become indispensable. Inside of a week, I had succeeded with both. And the customers who had seen me among them around the bar, recognizing me now in the waiter\'s jacket, were pleased and surprised; and they couldn\'t have been more friendly. And I couldn\'t have been more solicitous.\n\n""Another drink? . . . Right away, sir . . . Would you like dinner? . . . It\'s very good . . . Could I get you a menu, sir? . . . Well, maybe a sandwich?""\n\nNot only the bartenders and cooks, who knew everything about everything, it seemed to me, but even the customers, also began to school me, in little conversations by the bar when I wasn\'t busy. Sometimes a customer would talk to me as he ate. Sometimes I\'d have long talks - absorbing everything - with the real old-timers, who had been around Harlem since Negroes first came there.\n\nThat, in fact, was one of my biggest surprises: that Harlem hadn\'t always been a community of Negroes.\n\nIt first had been a Dutch settlement, I learned. Then began the massive waves of poor and half-starved and ragged immigrants from Europe, arriving with everything they owned in the world in bags and sacks on their backs. The Germans came first; the Dutch edged away from them, and Harlem became all German.\nThen came the Irish, running from the potato famine. The Germans ran, looking down their noses at the Irish, who took over Harlem. Next, the Italians; same thing-the Irish ran from them. The Italians had Harlem when the Jews came down the gangplanks-and then the Italians left.\n\nToday, all these same immigrants\' descendants are running as hard as they can to escape the descendants of the Negroes who helped to unload the immigrant ships.\n\nI was staggered when old-timer Harlemites told me that while this immigrant musical chairs game had been going on, Negroes had been in New York City since 1683, before any of them came, and had been ghettoed all over the city.They had first been in the Wall Street area; then they were pushed into Greenwich Village. The next shove was up to the Pennsylvania Station area. And men, the last stop before Harlem, the black ghetto was concentrated around 52nd Street, which is how 52nd Street got the Swing Street name and reputation that lasted long after the Negroes were gone.\n\nThen, in 1910, a Negro real estate man somehow got two or three Negro families into one Jewish Harlem apartment house. The Jews flew from that house, then from that block, and more Negroes came in to fill their apartments. Then whole blocks of Jews ran, and still more Negroes came uptown, until in a short time, Harlem was like it still is today-virtually all black.\n\nThen, early in the 1920\'s music and entertainment sprang up as an industry in Harlem, supported by downtown whites who poured uptown every night. It all started about the time a tough young New Orleans cornet man named Louis ""Satchmo"" Armstrong climbed off a train in New York wearing clodhopper policemen\'s shoes, and started playing with Fletcher Henderson. In 1925, Small\'s Paradise had opened with crowds all across Seventh Avenue; in 1926, the great Cotton Club, where Duke Ellington\'s band would play for five years; also in 1926 the Savoy Ballroom opened, a whole block front on Lenox Avenue, with a two-hundred-foot dance floor under\nspotlights before two bandstands and a disappearing rear stage.\n\nHarlem\'s famous image spread until it swarmed nightly with white people from all over the world. The tourist buses came there. The Cotton Club catered to whites only, and hundreds of other clubs ranging on down to cellar speakeasies catered to white people\'s money. Some of the best-known were Connie\'s Inn, the Lenox Club, Barron\'s, The Nest Club, Jimmy\'s Chicken Shack, and Minton\'s. The Savoy, the Golden Gate, and the Renaissance ballrooms battled for the crowds-the Savoy introduced such attractions as Thursday Kitchen Mechanics\' Nights, bathing beauty contests, and a new car given away each Saturday night. They had bands from all across the country in the ballrooms and the Apollo and Lafayette theaters. They had colorful bandleaders like \'Fess Williams in his diamond-studded suit and top\nhat, and Cab Calloway in his white zoot suit to end all zoots, and his wide-brimmed white hat and string tie, setting Harlem afire with ""Tiger Rag"" and ""St. James Infirmary"" and ""Minnie the Moocher.""\n\nBlacktown crawled with white people, with pimps, prostitutes, bootleggers, with hustlers of all kinds, with colorful characters, and with police and prohibition agents. Negroes danced like they never have anywhere before or since. I guess I must have heard twenty-five of the old-timers in Small\'s swear to me that they had been the first to dance in the Savoy the ""Lindy Hop"" which was born there in 1927, named for Lindbergh, who had just made his flight to Paris.\n\nEven the little cellar places with only piano space had fabulous keyboard artists such as James P.Johnson and Jelly Roll Morton, and singers such as Ethel Waters. And at four A.M., when all the legitimate clubs had to close, from all over town the white and Negro musicians would come to some prearranged Harlem after-hours spot and have thirty-and forty-piece jam sessions that would last into the next day.\n\nWhen it all ended with the stock market crash in 1929, Harlem had a world reputation as America\'s Casbah. Small\'s had been a part of all that. There, I heard the old-timers reminisce about all those great times.\n\nEvery day I listened raptly to customers who felt like talking, and it all added to my education. My ears soaked it up like sponges when one of them, in a rare burst of confidence, or a little beyond his usual number of drinks, would tell me inside things about the particular form of hustling that he pursued as a way of life. I was thus schooled well, by experts in such hustles as the numbers, pimping, con games of many kinds, peddling dope, and thievery of all sorts, including armed\nrobbery.Embed', 'default'",0
439,Aes_Dana___Iris_Rotation,anger,"'Iris Rotation  Oh but you can explain itYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
213,Aaliyah___Age_Aint_Nothing_But_A_Number,happy,"""Age Ain’t Nothing But a Number  [Intro]\nMay fifth, 1993\nAaliyah's diary\nGot it\n\n[Chorus]\nAge ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change\nAge ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change\n[Verse 1]\nHere I am and there you are\nYour eyes are callin' me to your heart\nAll you gotta do is knock and I'll let you in\nThen we will feel the passion that flows within\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI don't mean to be bold\nBut I gotta let you know\nI got a thing for you\nAnd I can't let go\nOoh, my\n\n[Chorus]\nAge ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change My age ain't\nAge ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing But a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change\n\n[Verse 2]\nTake my hand and come with me\nAnd let me show you true ecstasy\nBoy, be brave, don't be afraid\n'Cause tonight we're gonna go all the way\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't mean to be bold\nGotta let you know\nI got a thing for you\nAnd I can't let go\nOoh, my\n\n[Chorus]\nAge ain't nothin' but a number No\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change My age\nAge ain't nothin' but a number Ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing And this thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change\nOh, no\n\n[Bridge]\nSo, what's up?\nHere I am, reach\nBaby, come here\nAge ain't nothin' but a number\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOoh, I don't mean to be bold\nBut I gotta let you know\nAaliyah's got a thing for you\nAnd I can't let go, my\n[Chorus]\nAge ain't nothin' but a number Nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing Nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change It'll never change\nAge ain't nothin' but a number It ain't nothin' but a number\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing It ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you No, it'll never change It'll never change\nAge ain't nothin' but a number My age\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing Ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you Oh, it'll never change Will never change\nAge ain't nothin' but a number Age ain't nothin'\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing Throwin' down ain't nothin'\nThis lovin' I have for you Lovin' I have for\nIt'll never change It will never\n\n[Outro]\nAge ain't nothin' but a number See boy, I know just what you need\nThrowin' down ain't nothin' but a thing\nThis lovin' I have for you, it'll never change This love we have was meant to be\nAge ain't nothin' but a number That's why I got to let you know16",0
592,Al_Green___Im_Glad_Youre_Mine,happy,"""I’m Glad You’re Mine  [Verse 1]\nBaby, I'm so glad you're here\nBaby, I've got something to say, my dear\nBaby, yeah, yeah, I'm just so glad you're mine\n\nWhoa-ho, baby, why did it take so long?\nOh baby, only made my love grow strong\nBaby, yeah, yeah, I'm so glad you're mine\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nWhen darkness gather 'round me\nAnd friends forsake me\nI know you'll never let me down\nI know you'll never let me down\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\n[Verse 2]\nBaby, I'm not gonna leave you alone\nBaby, on top of that, I'll give you what you want\nBaby, yeah, I'm so glad you're mine\n\n[Bridge]\nHey, hey, hey\nWhen darkness gather 'round me\nAnd friends forsake me\nI know you'll never let me down\nI know you'll never let me down\nWoo-hoo, boy, hey, hey\n\n[Outro]\nI know you'll never say, baby Baby\nBaby, I'm gonna turn my back and walk away now\nBaby, baby, I'll see you another day\nHey baby, hey baby, I'm so, I'm so\nThankful for your love, angel\nThankful for your love, angel baby\nGlad you're mine\nAh Thankful for your love, hey, hey, hey, baby\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, thankful for your love",0
3595,Bloodhound_Gang___Shut_Up,happy,"""Shut Up  I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil\nI'm like a zit, a wart, a corn, a cyst, a festering boil\nI get under your skin and I sebaceously form\nI'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn\nKeep ya hungry for more like Bangladesh\nThen I'll bork a bork a bork ya like the Swedish Chef\nCause I'm one of a kind and kind of hard to find\nKind of like an Injun without his fire water wine\nI'm like Schneider one day at a time\nI'm feeling like Bob Vila nailing up your behind\nTo my wall like Daniel-son does\nI'm waxing on I'm waxing off I'm waxing just because\nI get wired like a Western Union and I got to be me\nAnd I got more balls than the daily lottery\nLike hemorrhoidal itch yo you can't ignore me\nCause I'm more tongue and cheek than a lesbo orgy\n[Chorus: 2x:]\nAnd I don't give a damn if you don't like me\nCause' I don't like you cause you're not like me\nSecond verse is different than the first\nI'm Jimmy Pop I am\nJimmity Jimmity Pop I am I am\nSee my name's not Hoover and I don't give a damn\nAnd I got a different angle like a parallelogram\nAnd you'll be all ears like a field of corn\nI'll make you Dizzy like Gillespie as I toot my own horn\nLike a No. 2 pencil I always got a point\nYou'll want to share it with friends like a poorly rolled joint\nI'm Jimmy Pop y'all I'm Jimmy Pop y'all I'm an Alka Seltzer that's\nRight you're a seagull\nAs I continue to expand your head is gonna burst\nLeave a bad taste in your mouth like moldy Liverwurst\nLike the Texas Chainsaw Massacre I'll get in your face\nBut then I'll brush you off like Aqua-Fresh toothpaste\nCause I'm letting off steam like a Chinese Laundromat\nBut I'm not a roll of Charmin so don't give me no crap\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't give a damn if you don't like me\nCause' I don't like you cause you're not like me\nYou might also likeI hate a lot of whites and I hate a lot of blacks\nI hate poopin' in public places but we all hate that\nI hate lesbian feminists because they're all so damn ugly\nI hate Spin Magazine cause they never ever plug me\nI hate Regis and I hate Kathie Lee\nI hate every single movie by that midget Spike Lee\nI hate people that think that I care what they think\nI hate people that think their ass don't stink\nI hate Jon Bon Jovi but I hate his music more\nI hate killing people because I hate to keep score\nI hate you but you hate yourself too\nI hate to be honest but I'd hate to be you\n\n[Chorus: To end]\nAnd I don't give a damn if you don't like me\nCause' I don't like you cause you're not like me2",0
296,Ace_of_Base___Perfect_World,sad,"""Perfect World  [Verse 1]\nThey say the time has come for us to start again\nI believe that's true\nThey say the time has come for us to make amends\nAnd I believe that too\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy, tell me why?\nIs it all so hard to find?\nI pray each day\n[Chorus]\nFor a perfect world\nWhere children are laughing\nLovers romancing\nTime stands still\nA perfect world\nThere's nothing to cry for\nNo one to die for\nWonderful\nIn a perfect world\n\n[Verse 2]\nOur father's father says that things were better then\nHow easy they forget\nOn every page in every book of history\nA thousand tears were shed\nThere's hope in our hearts and love in our eyes\nDay after day, I keep searching\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy, tell me why?\nIs it all so hard to find?\nI pray each day\n\n[Chorus]\nFor a perfect world\nWhere children are laughing\nLovers romancing\nTime stands still\nA perfect world\nThere's nothing to cry for\nNo one to die for\nWonderful\nIn a perfect world\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nShow me the way I'm to understand\nThat you prove to myself that I'm a man\nAnd you love\nBut you can't look from above\nTravel cross the seven seas to be with you\nPassion and desire will see me through\nThe road that I must travel will wind and curl\nYou're all I ever needed in a perfect world\n\n[Chorus]\nFor a perfect world\n[?]\nThere's nothing to cry for\nNo one to die for\nIn a perfect world",1
8474,Eric_Carmen___Hungry_Eyes,happy,"""Hungry Eyes  [Verse 1]\nI've been meaning to tell you\nI've got this feeling\nThat won't subside\n\nI look at you and I fantasize\nYou're mine tonight\nNow I've got you in my sights\n\n[Chorus]\nWith these hungry eyes\nOne look at you\nAnd I can't disguise\nI've got hungry eyes\nI feel the magic between you and I\n[Verse 2]\nI want to hold you\nSo hear me out\nI want to show you what love's all about\n\nDarling\nTonight\nNow I've got you in my sights\n\n[Chorus]\nWith these hungry eyes\nOne look at you\nAnd I can't disguise\nI've got hungry eyes\nI feel the magic between you and I\n\nI've got hungry eyes\nNow I've got you in my sights\nWith the hungry eyes\nNow did I take you by surprise?\n\nI need you to see\nThis love was meant to be\n\n[Chorus]\nI've got hungry eyes\nOne look at you\nAnd I can't disguise\nI've got hungry eyes\nI feel the magic between you and I\nYou might also likeI've got hungry eyes\nNow I've got you in my sights\nWith the hungry eyes\nNow did I take you by surprise?\nWith my hungry eyes\n\nI've got hungry eyes\nNow I've got you in my sights\nWith my hungry eyes4",0
8999,Fever_Ray___Im_Not_Done,sad,"'I’m Not Done  [Verse 1]\nSo, I lost my heat a while ago\nBut you seem to have done no better\nWe set fire in the snow\nIt ain\'t over, I\'m not done\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome do magic\nAnd some do harm\nI\'m holding on, holding on\nI\'m holding on to a straw\n[Verse 3]\nWho is the Alpha?\nAnd what is made of cloth?\nHow do you say you\'re sorry\nAnd there\'s nothing to be afraid of?\n\n[Verse 4]\nIs it dark already?\nHow light is a light?\nDo you laugh while screaming\n""Is it cold outside?""\n\n[Verse 5]\nOne thing I know for certain\nOh, I\'m pretty sure\nIt ain\'t over\nI\'m not done\n\n[Outro]\nWho is the Alpha?\nHow do you say you\'re sorry\nAnd there\'s nothing to be afraid of?\nOh, I\'m pretty sure\nIt ain\'t over\nI\'m not doneYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3407,Blackfield___Hello,sad,"""Hello  [Verse 1]\nThrough a different kind of silence\nI'm waiting, I'm wasting\nInto the road of sadness\nI'm walking without you\n\n[Chorus]\nHello, hello, hello, hello\nIs it gonna last?\nWhy don't you come and take me with you?\nAnd so I know you had to go\nI'm dreaming of the past\nAn echo of the years we passed through\n[Verse 2]\nAsleep in your arms, I'm drifting\nI'm falling in sorrow\nDead to the world you left me\nIn footsteps I follow\n\n[Chorus]\nHello, hello, hello, hello\nIs it gonna last?\nWhy don't you come and take me with you?\nAnd so I know you had to go\nI'm dreaming of the past\nAn echo of the years we passed through\n\nHello, hello, hello, hello\nIs it gonna last?\nWhy don't you come and take me with you?\nAnd so I know you had to go\nI'm dreaming of the past\nAn echo of the years we passed through\n\n[Instrumental Outro]You might also like1",1
4240,Brian_McKnight___Stay,happy,"'', 'default'",0
659,Alela_Diane___Clickity_Clak,calm,"""Clickity Clak  How do you\nHow do you do\nHow do you\nHow do you do it\n\nMusic make her stop pressing those strings firmly to my down\nGround water is drying up to fill my jars again\n\nBut then click clack clickity click click click\nClickity clack\nClickity clack\nI'm through having your harsh march stare down my size\nAnd punish what young is left in these eyes\nAnd how do I\nOh how do I\nHow do I\nHow did I\nHow can I\nHow will I\nHow did I\nHow can I pick up and go\n\n'Cause I lack the wind and trees and the sunlight in the afternoon\nAnd my button collections need to find a home\n\nAnd that click clack clickity click click click\nClickity clack\nClickity clack\nI'm through having your harsh march stare down my size\nAnd punish what young is left in these eyes\n\nOh click clack clickity click click click\nClickity clack\nClickity clack\n\nAnd when I turn my back\nAnd when I turn my back\nI'll twirl my little skirt\nAnd it'll be my shoes instead of yours\nMy shoes instead of yours\nMy shoes screaming back\nClick clack clickity click click click\nClickity clack\nClickity clack",2
5184,Cheap_Trick___Cant_Stop_Fallin_Into_Love,happy,"""Can’t Stop Fallin’ Into Love  Hey, little ladies\nThere's some cool young dude\nJust standin' in line\nAnd waitin' for you\n\nThere's a girl in the corner\nWith a jacked-up dress\nShe's got legs for miles\nBut her face looks a mess\n\nThere's always somethin' for everyone\nBut a love can be suicide, oh yeah\nIt's just what you've been waiting for\nAnd I know it can't be denied, yeah\nCan't stop fallin' into love\nWhat's my heart been dreamin' up\nWho's that falling' into love\nIs it you I'm thinkin' of\n\nHey rock 'n rollers\nWhat's happenin' with you\nYou've got the itch\nAnd I've got it too\n\nIt's hard to be a winner every time\nBut I know you take it\nYou can make it all right\n\nIt's time that you just can't hide\nBut I can't control myself, oh, no, no\nI know what you've been waitin' for\n'Cause love can't be denied, yeah oo\n\nCan't stop fallin' into love\nWhat's my heart been dreamin' up\nWho's that falling' into love\nIs it you I'm thinkin' of\n\nThere's always somethin' for everyone\nAnd I know what you mean in my eyes\nI just can't control myself\nAnd I fall for it every time, oh yeah\nYou might also likeCan't stop falling into love, yeah\nWhat's my heart been dreamin' up\nNo matter what I think or do or say, hey\nI keep falling into love\n\nI can't stop falling into love, yeah\nWhat's my heart been dreamin' up\nWho's that falling into love\nIt's you, girl, I'm thinking of\n\nI can't stop falling into love, ooo ooo\nWhat's my heart been dreamin' up\nNo matter what I think or do or say, hey\nI keep falling into love",0
7226,Dinosaur_Jr___Theres_No_Here,happy,"""There’s No Here  [Intro]\nThere's no here\nIt's not clear, disappear\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause of you, 'cause of me too\nWhen you do, I believed you\n'Cause of you, 'cause of me too\nWhen you do, I believed you\n\n[Bridge]\nI gave up, it's not much\nIt's not enough\n[Verse 1]\nI know we can't exist, I know we can't exist\n'Cause I'm on and on, 'cause I'm on and on\nI know you can't resist, I know you can't resist\n'Cause I did it wrong, 'cause I did it wrong\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know I can't move on\nI know I should be gone\nI know they say they're right about me now\nBut I really don't know how\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nIn a state, came too late\nShouldn't wait\n\n[Verse 3]\nI know we can't exist, I know we can't exist\n'Cause I'm on and on, 'cause I'm on and on\nI know you can't resist, I know you can't resist\n'Cause I did it wrong, 'cause I did it wrong\nAnd now that time has gone",0
4724,CamRon___Harlem_Streets,happy,"'Harlem Streets  [Produced by Ty-Tracks]\n\n[Intro]\nKilla! Killa!, Dipset, man\nAyo you know I\'ve been all over the motherfucking world, man\nBut ain\'t no place like Harlem, man\nLet me break it down, man\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe tie dynamite to the rhino type, wino might find yo\' sight\nSell the information for a dime of white, that China-China\nI\'m behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor-miner\nElder fella; looking for that shine? I\'ll shine ya\nMy mind designer. You a dime? I\'ll dine ya\nMadonna momma, body bottled, you\'re fine. I\'m finer\nTime to climb her, climb behind vagina\nThen I hymen-grind her \'til her mom remind her\nDiamonds blind her; vision\'s gone, kiss her palm\nTurn her arm, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is raw\n""Gotta get it right ma, we gon\' get along""\nSaid ""how?"" ""don\'t trip,"" but, yo, the trick is wrong\nFirst visi-on, day job tick-a-tron\nNighttime, Mr. Mom, bootleg Cris\' and Dom\nBrother Chris and Don, and their sister Carm\nThey sell yay\', you\'ll say ""yay, this shit\'s the bomb""\nI\'ma hit my man, tell \'em you my pick upon\nThe rest, so yes, you\'ll be blessed to hit the intercom\nYou know, kiss his mom, she gave him wisdom charm\nAnd their father come from a long list of dons\nAnd I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers\nAnd if the cops come, I just hit amnesia\nBut I give you an earful, it\'s tearful\nTold my mother I hustle and she said ""be careful""\n[Chorus]\nWhy I feel like I\'m losing weight?\nWhy I ain\'t got no money if I\'m moving weight?\nMy life\'s based upon what I\'ma do this year\nCop a boat, cop a Lear\nNow the army suit\'s cute with my chocolate Airs\nYou ain\'t gotta stare, go cop a pair\nStill the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me\nI made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls\nWhen a nigga under the world Killa!\n\n[Verse 2]\nEverybody like, ""Cam got the recipe now!""\nNot them 3 girls, I got to be Destiny\'s Child gotta be me\nSpecially equities, reckon we smile\nInterfere, tech to tech and use the TEC that we wile\nDetective deceptive, receptive of fouls\nHectic, Heckler & Koch\nHelicopters on the set of my sales\nNah, I ain\'t gonna be embedded in jail\nTalking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog\nI broke bread with the whale, fled from some seals what else?\nAnd the house, I was the head of the hills, shit\nYou get a dumb ho, and get dumb-happy\nGo to the gun show, get gun-happy who are we?\nStuck, killed, mugged, milled\nTone, flint, sticks, bo, Chub\'s milk what up, y\'all\nPucci baba, but I got the hardest shells\nWe the Midwest gun cartel, nigga nigga\nYa, we\'ll just clap up your brains, snatch up your chains\nSee dog? Rap is my aim\nBut I\'m a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game\nAttached to my frame, tapped to my brain, the fact still remains:\nIt wasn\'t rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range\nLook dog, don\'t be asking for Dame, see\nPlayboy, I don\'t own that man\nAnd anyway, homeboy, you a grown-ass man, shit\nAnd when I rap it ain\'t no punchline not at all\nI be on the highway dirty, crunch time\nNo timeouts homeboy, just one time\nIf they find that stash box just one time\nShit, they\'ll put the dogs in the truck\nSide of the road, holding you up, you cold as a fuck\nThey want that button, lunge it and push it\nSoon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes\nThat\'s how I play mine, jump over the grapevine\nTake my chances one-on-one with the K9\nSteel and a clip for anyone squealing they lips\nFuck y\'all if y\'all ain\'t feeling the Dips Killa, Killa!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWhy I feel like I\'m losing weight?\nWhy I ain\'t got no money if I\'m moving weight?\nMy life\'s based upon what I\'ma do this year\nCop a boat, cop a Lear\nNow the army suit\'s cute with my chocolate Airs\nYou ain\'t gotta stare, go cop a pair\nStill the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me\nI made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls\nWhen a nigga under the world Killa!3Embed', 'default'",0
9503,Franz_Ferdinand___Forty_Feet,happy,"'Forty Feet  [Verse 1]\nAs I glanced once upon the foam\nForty feet beneath my feet\nThe coldest calm falls through the molten veins\nCooling all the blood to slush, congeals around again\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la\nOh, and forty feet remain\n[Verse 2]\nSalt scales upon my drying arms\nBurn my back beneath the sun\nBut I am cold beneath the burning rays\nLooking down, down, down, down again\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la\nOh, and forty feet remain\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la\nOh, and forty feet remainYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2035,Athlete___Street_Map,calm,"""Street Map  I would like to think our paths are straight\nDisconnected from choices we make\nThat there is no reason why it can't be like you said\n\nOne day it's gonna happen\nI don't know when\nI'll be on your street\nBut I know one day it's gonna happen\nYou're gonna be swept off your feet\n\nI would like someone to make a map\nMark my home and draw some lines that match\nAll of the reasons why\nIt can be like you said\nOne day it's gonna happen\nI don't know when\nI'll be on your street\nBut I know one day it's gonna happen\nYou're gonna be swept off your feet\n\nI don't know when\nI don't know why\nI don't know when\nI don't know why\n\nOne day it's gonna happen\nI don't know when\nI'll be on your street\nBut I know one day it's gonna happen\nYou're gonna be swept off your feet\n\nBut all that I know is it's gonna happen\nI don't know when\nI'll be on your street\nBut I know one day it's gonna happen\nYou're gonna be swept off your feet",2
3760,Bob_Dylan___Temporary_Like_Achilles,sad,"""Temporary Like Achilles  [Verse 1]\nStanding on your window, honey\nYes, I’ve been here before\nFeeling so harmless\nI’m looking at your second door\nHow come you don’t send me no regards?\n\n[Refrain]\nYou know I want your lovin'\nHoney, why are you so hard?\n[Verse 2]\nKneeling ’neath your ceiling\nYes, I guess I’ll be here for a while\nI’m trying to read your poetry, but\nI’m helpless, like a rich man’s child\nHow come you send someone out to have me barred?\n\n[Refrain]\nYou know I want your lovin’\nHoney, why you so hard?\n\n[Bridge]\nLike a poor fool in his prime\nYes, I know you can hear me walk\nBut is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime?\nOr is it just solid rock?\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, I lean into your hallway\nLean against your velvet door\nI watch upon your scorpion\nWho crawls across your circus floor\nJust what do you think you have to guard?\n\n[Refrain]\nYou know I want your lovin’\nHoney, but you’re so hard\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nAchilles is in your alleyway\nHe don’t want me here, he does brag\nHe’s pointing to the sky\nAnd he’s hungry, like a man in drag\nHow come you get someone like him to be your guard?\n\n[Refrain]\nYou know I want your lovin'\nHoney, but you’re so hard3",1
7765,Edwin_Hawkins___Oh_Happy_Day,happy,"""Oh Happy Day  Oh, happy day Oh, happy day\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nOh, when He washed When Jesus washed\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nHe washed my sins away Oh, happy day\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\n\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nOh, when He washed When Jesus washed\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nHe washed my sins away Oh, happy day\nOh, it's a happy day Oh, happy day\nHe taught me how He taught me how\nTo watch and fight and pray\nWatch and pray\n\nAnd live rejoicing every day\nEvery day\n\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nOh, when He washed When Jesus washed\nWhen Jesus washed When Jesus washed\nHe washed my sins away Oh, happy day\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\n\nHe taught me how He taught me how\nTo watch and fight and pray\nWatch and pray\n\nAnd live rejoicing every day Good god\nEvery day\n\nOh, happy day Oh, happy day\nOh, it's a happy day Oh, happy day\nOh, lord Oh, happy day\nMmm, good God Oh, happy day\nOh yeah Oh, happy day\nMmm, oh Oh, happy dayYou might also like1",0
4003,Boy_Kill_Boy___Suzie,happy,"'Suzie  This is not a movie\nAnd things just ain\'t the same as your favorite video\nTry standing back and move me\nAnd next to you\'s a very nice place to go\n\nTalk talk to Suzie!\nI went through a million choices\nTalk, set it up for Suzie!\nI listened to a million voices\n\nAnd they said, ""Don\'t let me down""\nThey said, ""Don\'t let me down again""\nNo, no\nCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\nCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\nOh, no no no\n\nRead not what the stars say\nThere\'s an evil lurking round every door\nIt\'s not enough to make you leave me\nI never wanted you to go\n\nTalk talk to Suzie!\nI went through a million choices\nTalk, set it up for Suzie!\nI listened to a million voices\n\nAnd they said, ""Don\'t let me down""\nThey said, ""Don\'t let me down""\nThey said, ""Don\'t let me down again""\nNo, no\n\nCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\nYou might also likeCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\n\nOh, time has nearly gone\nSo take another breath\nAnd taste this one more time again\nOne more time again\n\nCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\n\nCountdown, countdown\nCountdown to the disappointment\nI\'m yours tonight\nOh no no no ohEmbed', 'default'",0
3836,Bobby_Womack___Across_110th_Street,sad,"""Across 110th Street  [Intro]\nOoo-ooo-oo...\nOoo-ooo-oo...\n\n[Verse 1]\nI was the third brother of five\nDoing whatever I had to do to survive\nI'm not saying what I did was alright\nTrying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day fight\nBeen down so long, getting up didn't cross my mind\nBut I knew there was a better way of life that I was just trying to find\nYou don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure\n'Cross 110th Street is a hell of a tester\n[Chorus]\nAcross 110th Street\nPimps trying to catch a woman that's weak\nAcross 110th Street\nPushers won't let the junkie go free\nAcross 110th Street\nWoman trying to catch a trick on the street\nAcross 110th Street\nYou can find it all in the street\n\n[Bridge]\nOoo-ooo-oo, oh\nI got one more thing I'd like to talk to y'all about right now\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey brother, there's a better way out\nSnorting that coke, shooting that dope, man you're copping out\nTake my advice, it's either live or die\nYou've got to be strong if you want to survive\nThe family on the other side of town\nWould catch hell without a ghetto around\nIn every city you find the same thing going down\nHarlem is the capital of every ghetto town\n\n[Chorus]\nAcross 110th Street\nPimps trying to catch a woman that's weak\nAcross 110th Street\nPushers won't let the junkie go free\nAcross 110th Street\nA woman trying to catch a trick on the street, ooo baby\nAcross 110th Street\nYou can find it all in the street\nYes you can, oh\nYou might also like[Outro]\nLook around you, just look around you\nLook around you, look around you, uh, yeah\nOoo-oo-oo...11",1
8481,Eric_Clapton___Lay_Down_Sally,happy,"""Lay Down Sally  [Verse 1]\nThere is nothing that is wrong\nIn wanting you to stay here with me\nI know you've got somewhere to go\nBut won't you make yourself at home and stay with me?\nAnd don't you ever leave\n\n[Chorus]\nLay down, Sally, and rest here in my arms\nDon't you think you want someone to talk to?\nLay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon\nI've been trying all night long just to talk to you\n[Verse 2]\nSun ain't nearly on the rise\nWe still got the moon and stars above\nUnderneath the velvet skies, love is all that matters\nWon't you stay with me?\nDon't you ever leave\n\n[Chorus]\nLay down, Sally, and rest here in my arms\nDon't you think you want someone to talk to?\nLay down, Sally, no need to leave so soon\nI've been trying all night long just to talk to you\n\n[Verse 3]\nI long to see the morning light\nColoring your face so dreamily\nSo don't you go and say goodbye\nYou can lay your worries down and stay with me\nDon't you ever leave\n\n[Chorus]\nLay down, Sally, and rest here in my arms\nDon't you think you want someone to talk to?\nLay down, Sally, there's no need to leave so soon\nI've been trying all night long just to talk to you\nLay down, Sally, and rest here in my arms\nDon't you think you want someone to talk to?\nLay down, Sally, there's no need to leave so soon\nI've been trying all night long just to talk to youYou might also like8",0
3932,Boomkat___Daydreamin,happy,"""Daydreamin’  Crazy how time flies by so fast\nWe must all remember to enjoy the ride\nFor it's too late once you crash\nLife's gone in a flash\n\nLooking back through the years\nPhotographs and scrap books held dear\nRoller skates, sleeping bags\nFirst bike, 12 stitches to match\nI pick myself back up again\nDaydreamin's the way to visit the past\nThose spaces and times\nThat we'd all hope would forever last\nDon't loose who you are\n'Cause that's who you are\n\nLazy days, summer nights, I crave\nJust to be alone again\nIn my head, where it's safe to play\nNo bills to be paid\n\nI remember braces, ice-cream night\nAmazing how much we used to fight\nRoad trips, ...??... place, being a kid\nYeah those were the days\nBut life goes on and i'm on my way\n\nDaydreamin's the way to visit the past\nThose spaces and times\nThat we'd all hope would forever last\nDon't loose who you are\n'Cause that's who you are\n\nDon't loose who you are\nDon't loose who you are\nDon't loose who you are\nYou might also like'Cause that's who you are, my friend\nAnd that's how it is\nJust remember who you are, my friend\nAnd that's how it is",0
8746,Eyedea__Abilities___Paradise,sad,"""Paradise  What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile\nPain filled the void, when boy met girl\nHe's a puppet to nature, one year later now\nSo deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her\nThe average romanticized american relationship sinks\nCapsized when either side becomes a slave to it\nConditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone\nHe needs that feeling that he can't create all on his own\nHe despises the fact she has a life outside of them\nIt drives him crazy to think she's not insanely consumed with him\nGive her the guilt trip\nAnd maybe she'll quit living to stay behind his prison walls\nAnd lose all individualism\nWell this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection\nThe needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream\nIt drowned out -- hollow\nThe pothole of a junkie\nIf he could only hear her sing he wouldn't wanna break her wings\nBut emptiness has such a warm subtle sting\nShe makes up for what he lacks - trapped\nHe can't imagine life without someone like that\n[Hook]\nWe’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying\nOnly the lonely resent angels for flying\nTwisted, living off eachother's sickness, like parasites\nThis is paradise\nWe’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying\nOnly the lonely resent angels for flying\nAddicted, afraid to take control of my own life\nThis is paradise\n\nWhat a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed\nHer became plural when girl met boy\nBetween several breakups and plenty relapses\nRoutine read comfort led to serious attachment\nNow every once in a while she forgets to breathe\nTerrified of losing'em, paradise is misery\nToo much faith in the lifesaving knight in shining armour\nNow what knight's noticing - the scar she can't hide any longer\nBut they were her story way before he was\nIt's gross hope to think that he would heal such deep cuts\nAt first it felt so right but after one too many fights\nHe turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite\nSo they sleep in the same bed with guns to eachother's heads\nDead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red\nSuffering from post-honeymoon's disease, leeched to his whole existence\nShe'll die if he decides to leave\nAddicted to the way she feels when they spend time together\nDetouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever\nDespite the fact they hold eachother heart-to-heart\nYou can't be that close to somebody without being so far apart\nYou might also like[Hook]\n\nSilence is is the most obscure sound I've ever heard\nThose lonely giant spaces in between your every word\nAnd maybe I'm totally crazy for holdin on\nBut just cause I'm insane don't mean that I'm wrong\nNow that she's gone I can't sleep at night, I barely even function right\nMy memory's on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry\nMiss the companionship I once took for granted\nThe way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished\nBut I don't expect you to stay chained by the ankle\nThere's so much world to see, so, fly free my angel\nI'm dying without you but it's teaching me to live\nHeaven ain't something someone else can give - it's all inside of me\n\n[Hook]\n\n*There's so much world to see, what's stopping me from flying free?\n*There's so much world to see, that's stopping you from flying free?\n\n*repeat until end\n\n[Sampled dialogue]\nJust be quiet and go to sleep\nI can’t sleep\nWhy not?\nI’m in pain\nWhat?\nI got a broken heart, man\nBullshit\nI do\nWhat happened?\nI was set up\nDouble-crossed\nBetrayed by the woman I love\nWho, mom?\nNo!\nVera\nWho’s Vera?\nI don’t want to talk about it\nSuit yourself\nYou wanna see a picture of her?\nWow, she’s pretty\nI would’ve done anything for her\nSorry\nI just can’t understand it\nYou’ll get over it\nNo, Dennis, I will not get over it\nYes, you will\nDennis, I love this woman\nYou’ve loved other women\nNot like Vera\nVera was special\nBelieve me, you’ll get over it\nYeah, you’re right\nTomorrow…\nI’ll get over it tomorrow\nNow go to sleep\nBut I’m not gonna fall in love anymore\nFine\nWomen don’t want you to love them\nTomorrow…\nI’m not gonna fall in love with her\nThat will show her3",1
845,Alison_Krauss___Baby_Mine,sad,"""Baby Mine  [Verse 1]\nBaby mine, don't you cry\nBaby mine, dry your eyes\nRest your head close to my heart\nNever to part, baby of mine\n\n[Verse 2]\nLittle one, when you play\nDon't you mind what they say\nLet those eyes sparkle and shine\nNever a tear, baby of mine\n[Bridge]\nIf they knew sweet little you\nThey'd end up loving you, too\nAll those same people who scold you\nWhat they'd give just for the right to hold you\n\n[Verse 3]\nFrom your head down to your toes\nYou're not much, goodness knows\nBut you're so precious to me\nSweet as can be, baby of mine\n\n[Bridge]\nAll of those people who scold you\nWhat they'd give just for the right to hold you\n\n[Verse 4]\nFrom your head down to your toes\nYou're not much, goodness knows\nBut you're so precious to me\nSweet as can be, baby of mine\n\n[Outro]\nBaby of mineYou might also like1",1
8955,Feist___Past_In_Present,happy,"""Past in Present  The scarlet letter isn't black\nGotta know who's got your back\nBecause they're right in front of you\nBecause they're telling you the truth\n\nSo much present inside my present\nInside my present and\nSo, so much past inside my present\nInside my present inside my present\nSo, so...\nFeeling it from dark to bright\nWhen a wrong becomes a right\nWhen a mountain fills with light\nIt's a volcano, it's a volcano\nIt's a volcano, it's a volcano\n\nSo much present inside my present\nInside my present and so\nSo much past inside my present\nInside my present inside my present\nAnd so\nSo much past inside my present\nInside my present\nInside my present\nAnd so\nSo much past inside my present\nInside my present\nInside my present",0
2159,Augustana___Bullets,sad,"""Bullets  Come fly down, like a singing bird\nSings your name, I am still the same\nBlack and white, no you're not to blame\nHolly sweet...put me down to shame\n\nLights in the car in the park\nI'm falling on my face I know who we are\nAnd I ain't looking down for the rest of the night\nA bullet in my head ended late last night\n\nJack and coke, please take off your coats\nCome and smile, please stay here a while\nCome and dance, shuffle with a glance\nWhen you're gone, bring in for the dawn\nShaking in the car with the gun in her hands\nFalling over love and a sweet romance\nAnd I ain't never thought it could come down to this\nA bullet in the head, with the sweetest kiss...it's in my head\n\nIt's in my head\nMy head, I'm now\n\nShaking in the car with the gun in her hands\nFalling over love and a sweet romance\nAnd I ain't never thought it could come down to this\nA bullet in my head, my head, my head\n\nIt's in my head\nIt's in my head\nNow, it's in my head\nIt's in my head\nNow, it's in my head",1
4575,Burzum___Channelling_The_Power_Of_Souls_Into_A_New_God,sad,"'Channelling the Power of Souls into a New God  Worship me...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
166,AFI___The_Great_Disappointment,happy,"""The Great Disappointment  [Verse 1]\nI can remember a place I used to go\nChrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful\nI can remember, I searched for the amaranth\nI'd shut my eyes to see\n[Verse 2]\nOh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones\nI knew they would appear, saw not a single one\nOh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently\nI'd make a wish and bleed\n[Chorus]\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can remember, dreamt them so vividly\nSoft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me\nI can remember when I first realized\nDreams were the only place to see them\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nHope was wasting away\nFaith was wasting away\nI was wasting away\n\n[Bridge]\nI never, never wanted this\nI always wanted to believe\nI never, never wanted this\nHow could I have become?\nI never, never wanted this\nBut from the start, I'd been deceived\nI never, never wanted this\nHow could I have become?\nI never, never wanted this\nI always wanted to believe\nI never, never wanted this\nI never, never wanted this\nBut from the start, I'd been deceived\nI never, never wanted this\n\n[Bridge 2]\nInside a crumbling effigy\nBut you promised\nSo dies all innocence\nBut you promised me\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nWhile I waited, I was wasting away\nHope was wasting away\nFaith was wasting away\nI was wasting awaySee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125",0
6960,Destroyer___My_Favorite_Year,happy,"'My Favorite Year  You in white, and me in grey go well tonight\nSo let\'s linger here\nThis used to be my favorite palm tree––\nI was starving in that shithouse, the world\nBut now it\'s gone\nAnd the whole point of everything\'s the ""moving on.""\nWell, let\'s see, a calm and a storm and––okay!––a star\'s born\nNow let me just sit here and eat these almonds, on 3 and 4 and...!\n\nBeware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!\nBeware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!\nBeware the company you reside in! Beware the company you reside in!\nBeware the company you reside in!\nBeware!\nNicole, she, blasted on ecstasy\nIn some East Pender hovel circa 1993\nIt was a good year, it was a very good year\nAnd now it\'s gone\nThey\'re saying the whole point of everything\'s the ""moving on.""\nWell, I can\'t help but feel somewhat opposed to this\nMy shit having been torched by fascists\nThough, in some small way, we\'re all traitors to our own kind...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
8029,Ellie_Goulding___This_Love_Will_Be_Your_Downfall,happy,"""This Love Will Be Your Downfall  [Verse 1]\nWho are we to be emotional?\nWho are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?\nOh, who are we to turn each other's heads?\nWho are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nOh, I don't like the way I never listen to myself\nI feel like I'm on fire, I'm too shy to cry for help\nOh, I don't think you know me much at all\n[Chorus]\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall\n\n[Interlude]\nI'm feeling down about this love\n\n[Verse 2]\nWho are you to make me feel so good?\nWho are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood?\nOh, who am I to say I'm always yours?\nWho am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nOh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart\nWe're falling on each other like we're always in the dark\nOh, I don't think you know me much at all, at all\n\n[Chorus 2x]\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThis love is not what you want\nThis heart will never be yours\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall\nThis love is be and end all\nThis love will be your downfall5",0
5891,Covenant___Tour_De_Force,happy,"'Tour De Force  You burn the ground to hold your position\nYou ran away if I came too close\nYou kept track of balance and pressure\nAll the dreams and desires\nI want some more\n\nRed\nBlack\nGreen for the jackpot\n\nTake you down\nI want to take you\nI want to take you down\nI want to take you down with me\nWe had the motion we had the grace\nWe had a sense of time and place\nWe wrote the rules, we played the game\nAnd it would never be the same\nIt was the beauty while we played\nWe played to win but no one did\nWe grew old we moved ahead\nFrom dance hall days for higher stakes\n\nYou spun the wheel to keep my attention\nYou danced away if I missed a beat\nYou were queen of present and future\nI was king and cavalier\nOn our tour de forceYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7827,Eels___My_Beloved_Monster,happy,"""My Beloved Monster  [Verse 1]\nMy beloved monster and me\nWe go everywhere together\nWearing a raincoat that has four sleeves\nGets us through all kinds of weather\n\n[Chorus]\nShe will always be the only thing\nThat comes between me and the awful sting\nThat comes from living in a world that's so damn mean\n[Verse 2]\nMy beloved monster is tough\nIf she wants she will destroy you\nBut if you lay her down for a kiss\nHer little heart it could explode\n\n[Chorus]\nShe will always be the only thing\nThat comes between me and the awful sting\nThat comes from living in a world that's so damn mean\n\n[Outro]\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la la la laYou might also like2",0
7760,Editors___The_Racing_Rats,sad,"""The Racing Rats  [Verse 1]\nWhen the time comes\nYou're no longer here\nFall down to my knees\nBegin my nightmare\nWords spill from my drunken mouth\nI just can't keep them all in\nI keep up with the racing rats\nAnd do my best to win\n\n[Verse 2]\nSlow down little one\nYou can't keep running away\nYou mustn't go outside yet\nIt's not your time to play\nStanding at the edge of your town\nWith the skyline in your eyes\nReaching up to God\nThe sun says its goodbyes\n[Chorus 1]\nIf a plane were to fall from the sky\nHow big a hole would it leave\nIn the surface of the earth?\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet's pretend we never met\nLet's pretend we're on our own\nWe live different lives\nUntil our cover's blown\nI push my hand up to the sky\nShade my eyes from the sun\nAs the dust settles around me\nSuddenly nighttime has begun\n\n[Chorus 2]\nIf a plane were to fall from the sky\nHow big a hole would it leave\nIn the surface of the earth?\nThe surface of the earth?\n\n[Bridge]\nCome on now, you knew you were lost\nBut you carried on anyway\nOh come on now, you knew you had no time\nBut you let the day drift away\nYou might also like[Chorus 3]\nIf a plane were to fall from the sky\nHow big a hole would it leave?\nIf a plane were to fall from the sky\nHow big a hole would it make\nIn the surface of the earth?\nThe surface of the earth?\nThe surface of the earth?3",1
8177,Elysian_Fields___Were_in_love,sad,"""We’re In Love  Turn the voices way down\nFinally admitting what you hear\nShadows are trembling\nLike branches that never disappear\n\nI used to watch them dancing\nWhen I was lying in my bed\nI'd count the headlights\nFrom the highway\nAnd wonder where it led\nWhere it led\nAll alone\nI'd dream\nOf castles\nAll alone\nForgetting myself\n\nIf I walk on water\nWhen it feels like dying\nWe're in love\nSo why am I crying\nLove\n\nWe can caress the flowers\nBelow the sea, above the ground\nSet fire the ocean like kisses\nIgniting hearts that pound\n\nOne day you'll take me dancing\nCarelessly we'll soar\nTo old Spanish songs\nUnder moonlight\nWe're spinning round and round\nRound and round\n\nAll alone\nI dream\nOf castles\nAll alone\nForgetting myself\nYou might also likeWhat if it never finds you\nAnd it feels like dying\nWe're in love\nSo why am I crying\n\nOpened\nOpened up\nAnd it's all or nothing\nWe're in love\nSo why am I crying\nWe're in love",1
3436,Blackmores_Night___Beyond_The_Sunset,sad,"""Beyond the Sunset  Wish you were here\nWish you were here\nMe, oh my country man\nWish you were here\nI wish you were here\n\nDon't you know the snow is getting colder?\nAnd I miss you like hell\nAnd I'm feeling blue\nAnd I'm feeling blue\nI've got feelings for you\nDo you still feel the same?\nFrom the first time\nI laid my eyes on you\nI felt joy of living\nI saw heaven in your eyes\nIn your eyes\n\nWish you were here\nMe oh my country man\nWish you were here\nI wish you were here\n\nDon't you know the snow is getting colder?\nAnd I miss you like hell\nAnd I'm feeling blue\nAnd I'm feeling blue\n\nI miss your laugh\nI miss your smile\nI miss\nEverything about you\nEvery second's like a minute\nEvery minute's like a day\nWhen you're far away\nYou might also likeThe snow is getting colder, baby\nAnd I wish you were here\nA battlefield of love and fear\nAnd I wish you were here\n\nI've got feelings for you\nFrom the first time I laid my eyes on you\n\nWish you were here\nMe, oh my country man\nWish you were here\nI wish you were here\n\nDon't you know the snow is getting colder?\nAnd I miss you like hell\nAnd I'm feeling blue\n\nI wish you were here",1
3344,Black_Moth_Super_Rainbow___Sun_Lips,happy,"""Sun Lips  I'd love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\nI love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\nI'd love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\n\nWe wait in summertime\nWe miss you in summertime\nWe wait in summertime\nWe miss you in summertime\nI'd love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\nI love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\nI'd love to be with you\nAnd the sun will rise, the sun will rise\n\nWe wait in summertime\nWe miss you in summertime\nWe wait in summertime\nWe miss you in summertimeYou might also like1",0
1536,AntiFlag___Mumias_Song,happy,"""Mumia’s Song  Arm in arm - fists held high\nSet them free - our battle cry\nTake back the streets\nAnd our right to free speech\nLocked up and put away\nFor fear of what they'll say\n\n[Chorus]\nCrooked cops plus crooked judges, don't equal justice\nFree all political prisoners\nRacist cops plus racist judges, don't equal justice\nFree all political prisoners\nBrick by brick - wall by wall\nWon't sit back - let our brothers and sisiters fall\nThe unjust justice system\nOur voice will overthrow\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[bridge]\nLeonard peltier\nFather roy bourgeois\nThe angola 3\nThe move 9\nKen sara wiwa\nLori brenson\nLike nelson mandela\nKeep hope alive... keep hope alive!!!\n\nBrick by brick, wall by wall...\nWere gonna free mumia abu-jamal\nBrick by brick, wall by wall...\nWere gonna free mumia abu-jamal\nBrick by brick, wall by wall...\nFree mumia abu-jamal!!!\n\nNo justice, no peace, no racist police [x4]\nFree all political prisoners [x3]\nBastards!",0
6874,Denison_Witmer___Songbird,sad,"""Songbird  Fleetwood Mac\n\nFor you, there'll be no more crying\nFor you, the sun will be shining\nAnd I feel that when I'm with you\nIt's alright, I know it's right\n\nTo you, I'll give the world\nTo you, I'll never be cold\n'Cause I feel that when I'm with you\nIt's alright, I know it's right\nAnd the songbirds are singing\nLike they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before\n\nAnd I wish you all the love in the world\nBut most of all, I wish it from myself\n\nAnd the songbirds are singing\nLike they know the score\nAnd I love you, I love you, I love you\nLike never before, like never before",1
1108,Amos_Lee___Long_Line_Of_Pain,happy,"'Long Line of Pain  I\'m coming from a long line of pain\nMy family suffered greatly for my gain\nAnd I think a lot about\nHow my daddy died\nSo I would not live with it\n\nAnd his heart lives in my song\nAnd the melody comes\nAnd just as quickly the melody is gone\nI\'m back alone, far from home\nNow my mamma\'s all alone\nI try to call her and see her when I\'m home\nAnd after all that she\'s been through\nOh the doctor say: ""There ain\'t nothing we can do""\n\nAnd her heart lives in my song\nAnd the melody comes\nAnd just as quickly the melody is gone\nI\'m back alone, far from home\n\nThere\'s a bird outside my window\nWho takes the song where he goes\nAnd leaves it there\nLike a dead man\'s rocking chair\n\nAnd tonight I\'m feeling lost and\nHeadin\' down the highway out to Boston\nI get the sense I might lose it\nI thank God tonight for the luck I got in music\n\n\'Cause my heart lives in this song\nBut the melody comes\nAnd just as quickly, the melody is gone\nI\'m back alone, far from homeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
600,Alabama___Give_Me_One_More_Shot,sad,"""Give Me One More Shot  Life ain't all that easy I can testify to that\nIt's been up and down and round and round to get to where I'm at\nIf you could see how I'm living in this old car I drive\nWell you'd probably wonder and even ponder why I even wanna stay alive\n\nChorus:\nSo give me one more shot I'll give it all I've got\nLet me open my eyes to a new sunrise I pray\nGive me one more chance I'll learn to dance the dance\nWell I'm satisfied just being alive give me one more day\nWell I could complain about taxes or the weather we're having today\nGo on and on about things that are wrong from New York to L.A\nWell that's just not my nature to sit around feeling sad\nWe're only here for awhile so why not smile hey living ain't all that\nBad\n\nCHORUS\n\nWhen I look around there's lots of folks worse off than me\nSo I just thank the good Lord and ask him please\n\nCHORUS\n\nWell I'm satisfied just being alive give me one more day\nGive me one more shot I'll give it all I've got give me one more day\nShow me the way, and give me one more day\nGive me one more shotSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",1
2325,Backstreet_Boys___Shattered,sad,"""Shattered  [Intro: Nick]\nAh-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah\nAh-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh\n\n[Verse 1: AJ]\nSo empty, can't feel no more\nAs I'm left with my tears on the floor\nI wait for my heart to mend\nBut you keep tearing a hole, oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Brian]\nOh! Inside, I am so lost\nIn the middle of my heart\nIt's a battlefield of love\nI've been fighting far too long\n[Chorus: Brian, Nick & All]\nAnd now I'm shattered\nFrom you chipping my heart\nKept taking it till it broke\nOh how it hurts\nFelt it slip from your hands\nHit the ground and now it's shattered\nI'm so shattered\nCan't believe it was me, I'm so shattered\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you hurt me, ah-ah-ah-ah\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you left me, I'm so shattered\nShattered, cut from with-inside\n\n[Verse 2: Nick]\nOh! What am I still here for?\nCould it be that I'm just waiting?\nHoping you'd rescue me\nAnd put the pieces together again\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Howie]\nInside, I am so lost\nIn the middle of my heart\nIt's a battlefield of love\nI've been fighting far too long\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Chorus: Brian, Nick with Howie, AJ & All]\nAnd now I'm shattered oh!\nFrom you chipping my heart\nKept taking it till it broke\nOh how it hurts\nFelt it slip from your hands your hands\nHit the ground and now it's shattered\nI'm so shattered\nCan't believe it was me, I'm so shattered\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you hurt me, ah-ah-ah-ah\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you left me, I'm so shattered\nShattered, cut from with-inside\n\n[Bridge: Nick & Howie]\nTell me what you're really here for\nIf you never really loved me\nI gave my all but it still wasn't enough\n'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't\nLooking for commitment\nInstead of telling me what I wanted to hear, oh-oh!\nYou took my emotions\nAnd scattered them on the ground\nSo hard to just pick up\nAnd move on with life again\n[Chorus: Brian, Nick, AJ & All]\nAnd now I'm shattered oh-oh-oh!\nFrom you chipping my heart\nKept taking it till it broke\nOh how it hurts\nFelt it slip from your hands\nHit the ground and now it's shattered\nI'm so shattered\nCan't believe it was me, I'm so shattered\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you hurt me, ah-ah-ah-ah\nSo shattered\nCan't believe you left me, I'm so shattered\nShattered, cut from with-inside\n\n[Outro: AJ & Brian]\nSo shattered oh yes\nI can't believe you left me so shattered",1
1984,Astrud_Gilberto___The_Shadow_Of_Your_Smile,calm,"'The Shadow of Your Smile  The shadow of your smile\nWhen you are gone\nWill color all my dreams\nAnd light the dawn\nLook into my eyes\nMy love, and see\nAll the lovely things\nYou are to me\n\nOur wistful little star\nWas far too high\nA teardrop kissed your lips\nAnd so did I\nNow, when I remember spring\nAll the joy that love can bring\nI will be remembering\nThe shadow of your smileYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",2
8775,Face_To_Face___I_Wont_Lie_Down,sad,"""I Won’t Lie Down  Does anybody see him?\nAnother set up for the fall\nDoes anybody hear him?\nHe's screaming at the same blank wall\n\nEveryone can't be right\nBut everyone will decide\n\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm sure you must have seen him\nI know you must have heard it all\nI know you used to be him\nDid anybody care at all?\n\nEveryone can't be right\nBut everyone will decide\n\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nEveryone can't be right\nBut everyone will decide\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away\nI'm not afraid of the price I pay\nI won't lie down as you walk away",1
7657,Eastmountainsouth___Hard_Times,sad,"""Hard Times  Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears\nWhile we all sup sorrow with the poor\nThere's a song that will linger forever in our ears\nOh, hard times come again no more\n\n'tis a song' a sigh of the weary\nHard times' hard times come again no more\nMany days you have lingered around my cabin door\nOh' hard times come again no more\n\nWhile we seek mirth and beauty\nAnd music light and gay\nThere are frail ones fainting at the door\nThough their voices are silent\nTheir pleading looks will say\nOh, hard times come again no more\n'tis a song' a sigh of the weary\nHard times... hard times come again no more\nMany days you have lingered around my cabin door\nOh, hard times come again no more\n\n'tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave\n'tis a wail that is heard upon the shore\n'tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave\nOh, hard times come again no more\n\n'tis a song'a sigh of the weary\nHard times' hard times come again no more\nMany days you have lingered around my cabin door\nOh, hard times come again no more\nOh, hard times come again no more",1
9058,Finch___Grey_Matter,happy,"""Grey Matter  Bite the tongue to live with what you've done\nIt's so good, it's so good\nLie to myself while i lie with myself\nIt's monday and it's raining\nIt's sunday in the sun\nIt's so good, but\n\nWould it be so bad\nIf you were to pretend that you were so happy?\nKeep it to yourself\nDon't let the secret go\nIf you were so willing, but\nLet's pray for this suicide\nAnd all these pictures falling down around me\nI've surrounded myself with all I have inside\n\nWould I bite my tongue\nAnd live with what you've done?\nJust continue sleeping?\nSelfishly consumed with everything you've wrought\nThere's nothing I can do, but\n\nLet's pray for this suicide\nAnd all these pictures falling down\nOne wish full, step to the side\nAnd please just let me know\n\nAre you happy?\nI'll decide\nThese stories are so old\nHow they match your eyes\nAre you happy?\nI'll decide\nThese stories are so old\nHow they match your eyes\nAre you happy?\nI'll decide\nThese stories are so old\nHow they match your eyes But\nYou might also likeLet's pray for this suicide\nAnd all these pictures falling down\nOne wish full, step to the side\nAnd pick these pictures from the ground that surround me",0
7126,Diary_of_Dreams___Reality_of_mine,sad,"""Reality Of Mine  Questions don't spare with thoughts\nGive birth to a new world\nCuriosity dies in echoes\nTill your thirst is quenched\n\nMortal remains\nMotionless silence\nI bear this war\nReality takes shape\nChild, thy will be done\nThis is me\nIt's me and my\nReality of mine\n\nMy veil in growing fear\nTo burst apart\nDeclare the war\nBut harmony preserved\nEyes are closed\nBut still see many things\nSo sentimental\nLike a child\n\nScared to death\nWithout a single word\nReduced to the essential\nReality takes shape\nChild, thy will be done\n\nReality takes shape\nChild, thy will be done\n\nThis is me\nIt's me and my\nReality of mine",1
2300,BBMak___Out_Of_My_Heart,happy,"""Out Of My Heart  I feel fine\nNow the rain has gone and the sun has come to shine\nNothing can get me down today\nHead over heels\nGot my mind made up as I'm driving through the fields\nNothing can get me down again\n\nCatch me if you can\nI've gotta make a get away\n\nAs the sun goes down, waking up my dreams\nAnd in my mind you're with me once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\nAnd inside my heart there's a place for you\nAnd in my mind I'm with you once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\nChasing the sun\nTrying to get away\nFrom the rain that's gonna come\nHope I make it all the way\n\nI'm lost in a crowd\nTrying to find my way\nBut the rain keeps falling down\nDoesn't matter anyway\n\nCatch me if you can\nI've gotta make a getaway\n\nAs the sun goes down, waking up my dreams\nAnd in my mind you're with me once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\nAnd inside my heart there's a place for you\nAnd in my mind I'm with you once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\n\nTake a look at the sky\nFeel the sunshine\nIn your heart\nIn your head\nIn your own time\nYou might also likeAs the sun goes down, waking up my dreams\nAnd in my mind you're with me once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\nAnd inside my heart there's a place for you\nAnd in my mind I'm with you once again\nOut of my heart, into your head\n\nOut of my heart, into your head\nOut of my heart, into your head",0
6737,Dead_Kennedys___Your_Emotions,anger,"""Your Emotions  [Verse 1]\nYour mommy told you this and your daddy told you that\nAlways think like this and never do that\nYou learned so many feelings, but what is there to that?\nWhich are really yours, or are you just a copycat?\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour school told you this and your church told you that\nMemorize this and don't you dare look at that\nThey're all so concerned to make their thoughts into yours\nJust a tape recorder, mimicking of the bores\n[Chorus]\nYou're so boring, boring, boring\nAlways tape machine recording\nYou're so boring, boring, boring\nI've heard all this before\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlanless and mindless, scraps from anywhere\nBunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere\nFrankenstein became a monster just like you\nYour scars only show when someone talks to you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou're so boring, boring, boring\nAlways tape machine recording\nYou're so boring, boring, boring\nI've heard all this before\nI've heard all this before\nI've heard all this before\n\n[Outro]\nYour emotions make you a monster\nYour emotions make you a monster\nYour emotions make you a monster\nYour emotions make you a monsterYou might also like1",3
8738,Exposé___Let_Me_Be_The_One,happy,"""Let Me Be the One  [Verse 1:]\nSometimes people play with love\nFalling in love is just a game\nDon't think\nI don't know love\nYou'll never be alone again\n\nLet me\nShow you how I feel\nBe the one\nThat I need so much\nLet me\nGive you what is real\nBe the one\nThat I long to touch\nOnly you can make me feel this way\nI give you all\nCome on\nLet's get away\n\nThis love I feel\nWill never, ever fade\nI give you more and more\nSo\n\n[Chorus:]\nLet me be the one\nTo hold on to the dream\nLet me be the one\nYou can trust me at any time\n\nLet me be the one\nGive you all my love\nLet me be the one\nTo feel your tender touch\n\n[Verse 2:]\nThe first time\nThat I saw you there\nThought I knew you from before\nPromise me you will never leave\nCause I will never let you go\nYou might also likeLet me\nHold you close to me\nBe the one\nBecause our love is strong\n\nLet me\nFill the need in me\nBe the one\nTogether, we belong\n\nOnly you can make me feel brand new\nI can feel it in my heart\nYour love is true\n\nTogether\nWe are one instead of two\nI want you more and more\nSo\n\n[Chorus:]\nLet me be the one\nTo hold on to the dream\nLet me be the one\nYou can trust me at any time\n\nLet me be the one\nI want to give you all my love\nLet me be the one\nLet me be the one\n[Bridge:]\nOnly you can make me feel this way\nI give you all\nCome on\nLet's get away\n\nThis love I feel\nWill never, ever fade\nI give you more and more\nSo\n\n[Chorus:]\nLet me be the one\nTo hold on to the dream\nLet me be the one\nYou can trust me at any time\n\nLet me be the one\nTo give you all my love\nLet me be the one\nAnd feel your tender touch\n\nLet me be the one\nTo hold on to the dream\nLet me be the one\nYou can trust me at any time",0
881,Alkaline_Trio___Youre_Dead,sad,"""You’re Dead  [Verse 1]\nWhat the hell is your name?\nAnd can you explain this mess?\nIt seems you're playing a game\nWhere you only know how to take out the best\n'Cause if assholes could fly\nThis place would be busier than O'Hare\nThere's proof in the sky\nIt's as thick as our skulls, yet it's thinner than air\n\n[Verse 2]\nI have something to say\nIf the chip off your shoulder should fall to your chest\nGet it off right away\n'Cause if you don't, then, it won't be in peace that you rest\nIt's just a matter of time\nThat we all go away to a better place, I'm told\nIt all sounds well and fine\nBut without you around, I feel nothing but cold\n[Chorus]\nAnd I now have nothing\nBut your heartbeat in my head\nAnd a photograph of my traveling friend\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo what the hell is your name?\nAnd can you explain this mess?\nIt seems you're playing a game\nWhere you only know how to take out the best\n'Cause if assholes could fly\nThis place would be busier than O'Hare\nThere's proof in the sky\nIt's as thin as our skulls, yet it's thicker than air\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I now have nothing\nBut your heartbeat in my head\nAnd a photograph of my traveling friend\nAnd I became nothing\nWhen I found out you were dead\nWhen I found out I'd never see you again\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd all the time they took talking in circles\nTo get them off the hook would take miracle workers\nWe're nowhere near prepared\nThere's no way of knowing\nWhy don't they just admit they're scared, 'cause it's already showing\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I now have nothing\nBut your heartbeat in my head\nAnd a photograph of my traveling friend\nAnd I became nothing\nWhen I found out you were dead\nWhen I found out I'd never see you again",1
6942,Destinys_Child___Cater_2_U,happy,"""Cater 2 U  [Intro: Beyoncé]\nOoh-ooh Ooh-ooh\nOoh, ooh Ooh, ooh\nOoh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh\n\n[Verse 1: Beyoncé]\nBaby, I see you workin' hard\nI wanna let you know I'm proud\nLet you know that I admire what you do\nDon't know if I need to reassure you\nMy life would be purposeless without you Yeah\nIf I want it Have it\nWhen I ask you You provide it\nYou inspire me to be better\nYou challenge me for the better\nBaby, sit back and let me pour out my love letter\n[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]\nLet me help you take off your shoes\nUntie your shoestrings, take off your cuff links Yeah\nWhat you wanna eat, boo? Yeah\nLet me feed you, let me run your bathwater\nWhatever your desire, I'll supply ya\nSing you a song, turn the game on\nI'll brush your hair, help you put your durag on\nWant a foot-rub? Yeah, yeah\nYou want a manicure?\nBaby, I'm yours, I wanna cater to you, boy\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nLet me cater to you, 'cause, baby, this is your day\nDo anything for my man, baby, you blow me away\nI got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more\nAnything you want, just let me cater to you\nInspire me from the heart, can't nothin' tear us apart\nYou're all I want in a man, I put my life in your hands\nI got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more\nAnything you want, I wanna cater to you\n\n[Verse 2: Kelly Rowland]\nBaby, I'm happy you're home let me hold you in my arms\nI just wanna take the stress away from you\nMaking sure that I'm doin' my part Oh\nBoy, is there something you need me to do? Oh-oh\nIf you want it Have it\nSay the word And I'll try it\nI know whatever, I'm not fulfillin', another woman is willin'\nI'm gonna fulfill your mind, body and spirit\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kelly Rowland]\nI promise ya Promise ya\nI'll keep myself up Up\nRemain the same chick Yeah\nYou fell in love with Yeah\nI'll keep it tight, I'll keep my figure right\nI'll keep my hair fixed, keep rockin' the hottest outfits\nWhen you come home late, tap me on my shoulder, I'll roll over\nBaby, I heard you\nI'm here to serve you And I'm lovin' it, and I'm lovin' it, yeah\nIf it's love you need to give it is my joy\nAll I wanna do, is cater to you, boy\n\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nLet me cater to you, 'cause, baby, this is your day\nDo anything for my man, baby, you blow me away\nI got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more\nAnything you want, just let me cater to you\nInspire me from the heart, can't nothing tear us apart\nYou're all I want in a man, I put my life in your hands\nI got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more\nAnything you want, I wanna cater to you\n\n[Bridge: Michelle Williams]\nI wanna give you my breath Yeah\nMy strength Yeah\nMy will to you Yeah, yeah, yeah\nThat's the least I can do, let me cater to you To you\nThrough the good, the bad Through the good, the bad\nThe ups and the downs Ups and downs\nI'll still be here for you, let me cater to you\nCause you're beautiful You're beautiful\nI love the way you are You are\nFulfill your every desire Desire\nYour wish is my command Your wish, command\nI wanna cater to my man Cater to my man\nYour heart Your heart\nSo pure, your love shines through Shines through\nThe darkness, we'll get through We'll get through\nS-S-So much So much of me is you Is you\nI wanna cater to my man Cater to my man\n[Chorus: Beyoncé]\nLet me cater to you, 'cause, baby, this is your day Yeah, ah\nAnything for you, man Anything for you, man\nBaby, you blow me away Ooh, you blow me away\nI got your slippers I just wanna serve you, baby\nYour dinner, your dessert and so much more\nAnything you want Anything you ever want\nJust let me cater to you Ever need, yeah\nInspire me from the heart\nCan't nothing tear us apart I don't care what my mama say\nYou're all I want in a man Daddy say\nI put my life in your hands Oh, no, no, no\nI got your slippers Woo\nYour dinner, your dessert and so much more Such a good man, yeah\nAnything you want, I wanna cater to you26",0
8028,Ellie_Goulding___Under_The_Sheets,happy,"""Under the Sheets  [Hook 2x]\nLike all the boys before\nLike all the boys, boys, boys, boys\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou left a blood stain on the floor\nYou set your sights on him\nYou left a hand print on the door\nLike all the boys before, like all the boys before\nThis is our luck baby, running out\nOur clothes were never off\nWe still have our roads to run about\nTo scale the map, scale the map\nTo get us back on track\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've seen you in a fight you lost\nI've seen you in a fight\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nIn our house made of paper, your words all over me\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\n\n[Hook 2x]\nLike all the boys before\nLike all the boys, boys, boys, boys\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn here the world won't bring us down\nOur plan is gold dust\nOut there a lonely girl could drown\nIn here we're frozen\nWhere did the people go?\nMy hands are empty\nYou're not the answer, I should know\nLike all the boys before, like all the boys before\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nIn our house made of paper, your words all over me\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nWe're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe\nYour more is less babe, oh\nWe're in a mess baby, we're in a mess babe\nYour more is less babe, oh oh\n\n[Breakdown]\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nIn our house made of paper, your words all over me\nI've seen you in a fight you lost\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nLike all the boys before, like all the boys before\n\n[Chorus 2x]\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\nIn our house made of paper, your words all over me\nWe're under the sheets and you're killing me\n\n[Outro]\nKilling me, killing me, killing me9",0
2538,Bauhaus___Lagartija_Nick,sad,"""Lagartija Nick  [Verse 1]\nMove his way, nice and slow\nPaint it all black, let the humorous glow\nHe feels like Sacher-Masoch\nAnd the fire below is licking at his lips\n\n[Refrain]\nCrack the whip\nMmm, come on, crack\nOh oh oh, crack the whip\nOh whip\nOoh whip\nOoh\n\n[Verse 2]\nSwallowing flames sinking in the snow\nHe enjoys feeling pain, he enjoys peeling slow\nLagartija Nick, it's no dumb show\nYour name's on his whip\n\n[Refrain]\nCrack the whip\nOoh, come on, crack\n\n[Verse 3]\nA code of play, the nocturne rites\nIn the cruel garden of dark delights\nSixteen cages crawl in line\nDesire is a heady wine\n\n[Refrain]\nCome and crack\nCome and crack\nCrack the\nOh!\nOoh, ooh!\nWhoa!\n\n[Outro]\nAll in pain, it's no dumb show\nFire below is licking at his lips\nSwallowing flame",1
7231,Dionne_Warwick___Wishin_And_Hopin,happy,"""Wishin’ and Hopin’  Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'\nPlannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms\nThat won't get you into his arms\n\nSo if you're lookin' to find love you can share\nAll you gotta do is\nHold him and kiss him and love him\nAnd show him that you care\n\nShow him that you care just for him\nDo the things he likes to do\nWear your hair just for him, 'cause\nYou won't get him\nThinkin' and a-prayin'\nWishin' and hopin'\nJust wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'\nPlannin' and dreamin' his kiss is the start\nThat won't get you into his heart\n\nSo if you're thinkin' how great true love is\nAll you gotta do is\nHold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him\nYeah, just do it and after you do, you will be his\n\nYou gotta\nShow him that you care just for him\nDo the things he likes to do\nWear your hair just for him, 'cause\nYou won't get him\nThinkin' and a-prayin'\nWishin' and hopin'\n\nJust wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'\nPlannin' and dreamin' his kiss is the start\nThat won't get you into his heart\n\nSo if you're thinkin' how great true love is\nAll you gotta do is\nHold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him\nYeah, just do it and after you do, you will be his\nYou will be his, you will be hisSee Dionne Warwick LiveGet tickets as low as $78",0
3749,Bob_Dylan___Simple_Twist_Of_Fate,sad,"""Simple Twist of Fate  [Verse 1]\nThey sat together in the park\nAs the evening sky grew dark\nShe looked at him and he felt a spark\nTingle to his bones\n'Twas then he felt alone\nAnd wished that he'd gone straight\nAnd watched out for a simple twist of fate\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey walked alone by the old canal\nA little confused, I remember well\nAnd stopped into a strange hotel\nWith a neon burning bright\nHe felt the heat of the night\nHit him like a freight train\nMoving with a simple twist of fate\n[Verse 3]\nA saxophone someplace far-off played\nAs she was walking on by the arcade\nAs the light bust through a beat-up shade\nWhere he was wakin' up\nShe dropped a coin into the cup\nOf a blind man at the gate\nAnd forgot about a simple twist of fate\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Verse 4]\nHe woke up, the room was bare\nHe didn't see her anywhere\nHe told himself he didn't care\nPushed the window open wide\nFelt an emptiness inside\nTo which he just could not relate\nBrought on by a simple twist of fate\n[Verse 5]\nHe hears the ticking of the clocks\nAnd walks along with a parrot that talks\nHunts her down by the waterfront docks\nWhere the sailors all come in\nMaybe she'll pick him out again\nHow long must he wait?\nOne more time, for a simple twist of fate\nYou might also like[Verse 6]\nPeople tell me it's a sin\nTo know and feel too much within\nI still believe she was my twin\nBut I lost the ring\nShe was born in spring\nBut I was born too late\nBlame it on a simple twist of fate16",1
9334,Foo_Fighters___Ill_Stick_Around,happy,"""I’ll Stick Around  [Verse 1]\nI thought I knew all it took to bother you\nEvery word I said was true and that you'll see\nHow could it be I'm the only one who sees\nYour rehearsed insanity? Yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nI still refused all the methods you abused\nIt's alright if you're confused, let me be\nI've been around all the pawns you've gagged and bound\nThey'll come back and knock you down and I'll be free\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've taken all and I've endured\nOne day it all will fade, I'm sure\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\n\n[Verse 3]\nI had no hand in your ever desperate plan\nIt returns and when it lands, words are due\nI should've known we were better off alone\nI looked in and I was shown, you were too\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've taken all and I've endured\nOne day it all will fade, I'm sure\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nI don't owe you anything\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI'll stick around\nI'll stick around and learn from all that came from it\nI'll stick around\nI'll stick around and learn from all that came from it\nI'll stick around\nI'll stick around and learn from all that came from it\nI'll stick around\nI'll stick around and learn from all that came from it4",0
9219,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___Hurt_Feelings,calm,"""Hurt Feelings  [Bret]\nSome people say that rappers don't have feelings\nWe have feelings we have feelings\nSome people say that we are not rappers\nWe're rappers\nThat hurts our feelings\nHurts our feelings when you say we're not rappers\nSome people say that rappers are invincible\nWe're vincible we're vincible\n\nWhat you are about to hear are true stories\nReal experiences autobiographical raps\nThings that happened to us all true\nBring the rhyme\n[Jemaine]\nI make a meal for my friends, try to make it delicious\nTry to keep it nutritious, create wonderful dishes\nNot one of them thinks about the way I feel\nNobody compliments the meal\n\n[Hook 1]\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nI feel like a prized asshole, no one even mentions my casserole\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nYou could've said something nice about my profiteroles\n\n[Bret]\nHere's a little story to bring a tear to your eye\nI was shopping for a wetsuit to scuba dive\nBut every suit I tried is too big around the thighs\nAnd the assistant suggested I try a ladies' size\n\n[Hook 2]\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nI'm not gonna wear a ladies' wetsuit, I'm a man!\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nGet me a small man's wetsuit please\n\n[Jemaine]\nIt's my birthday 2003, waitin' for a call from my family\nThey forgot about me\nYou might also like[Hook 3]\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nThe day after my birthday is not my birthday, mum\n\n[Bret]\nI call my friends and say let's go into town\nBut they're all too busy to go into town\nSo I go by myself, I go into town\nThen I see all my friends they're all in town\n\n[Hook 4]\nI got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings\nThey're all lined up to watch that movie, Maid in Manhattan\n\n[Bret and Jemaine]\nHave you even been told that your ass is too big?\nHave you ever been asked if your hair is a wig?\nHave you ever been told you're mediocre in bed?\nHave you ever been told you've got a weird shaped head?\n\nHas your family ever forgotten you and driven away?\nOnce again, they forgot about J\nWere you ever called homo cause at school you took drama?\nHave you ever been told that you look like a llama?\n\n[Bridge]\nTears of a rapper, tears of a rapper\nI'm crying tears of a rapper, tears of a rapper\n[Murray]\nYes, well all good examples7",2
1292,Ane_Brun___Headphone_Silence,sad,"'Headphone Silence  I´m travelling the wonderful loneliness\nOf the headphone silence\nFeels like noone can see me\nThey see right through me\nCuts me off from the rest of the world\nThe useless strangers sharing my time and space\nThey might hear my humming, my tapping of fingers anyway\nAt least I have my thoughts all to myself\nMy content and the view outside\nI see a rainbow complete\nResting its feet on the hill and the ground\nWorks as an illustration to the sound\nThis is a whole in time\nA couple of hours when the day is\nMore abstract than usually\nI star in this movie\nI play the part and unify\nWith the soundtrack in my head\nIt could be morning it could be night\nI could be anywhere\nThe headphone silence Which fills my head\nI´m travelling the wonderful loneliness\nOf the headphone silenceYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2519,Bauhaus___Shes_In_Parties_Remastered_Version,sad,"""She’s In Parties - Remastered Version  Learning lines in the rain\nSpecial effects by Loonatik and Drinks\nThe graveyard scene\nThe golden years\n\nShe's in parties\nIt's in the can twice\n\nFreeze frame screen kiss\nHot heads under silent wigs\nFall guys tumble on the cutting room floor\nLook-a-likes fall on the cutting room door\nShe's in parties\nIt's in the can twice\n\nLearning lines in the rain\nSpecial effects by Loonatik and Drinks\nFreeze frame, screen kiss, hot heads, lights headlights? and power powder?\nIt's patently obvious\n\nShe's in parties\nIt's in the can twice\n\nHot lines under a rain of drums\nCigarette props in action\nDialogue dub, now here's the rub\nShe's acting her reaction\n\nShe's in parties\nIt's in the can",1
6614,David_Gilmour___Wish_You_Were_Here_Live_In_Gdansk,sad,"'', 'default'",1
8514,Erlend_Øye___Ghost_Trains,sad,"'Ghost Trains  Crash on the highway\nStranded between\nMy friends had waited\nBut left without me\nA glimpse on the platform\nWe met on the train\nShe came from further\nHeading my way\nThree days in April\nThree years ago\nOne black eyed stranger\nI learned to know\nMade all my plans stop\nShook me off track\nTen days of longing\nI followed her back\nA plane made of paper\nStruck by the light\nCircled forever\nOver the city at night\nLike a movie\nLike a song\nHow it should be\nBeing youngYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1442,Annie___Me_Plus_One,happy,"""Me Plus One  [Verse 1]\nIt's time to tell my story\nOf a girl I used to know\nAlways cried into her pillow\nUnder pin-ups on the wall\nShe didn't make Italia Conte\nDidn't get that TV show\nThen a nice man said he'd help her\nWith a new portfolio\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMissus B Missus E Missus A-U-T\nMissus I Missus F-U-L\nI'm gonna reach the top\nI ain't ever gonna stop\nAnd I'm sure gonna ring your bell\nMissus D Missus I Missus F-F-I\nMissus C Missus U-L-T\nIf ever there's a girl\nThat could rock your world\nThen that girl sure is me\nRight!\n[Chorus]\nSo the fun won't start 'til she's living it up\nFeeling good, on top of the pops\nWhen you make it me plus one\nDress falls down at the aftershow\nShe breaks down on the video\nThink you'll find it's me plus one\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow this wannabe señorita\nMet a group of likely girls\nTraded posters and the voxpops\nFor jetting round the world\nBut it didn't make her happy\nAnd now she flies alone\nThe wrong pictures in the paper\nAnd no one back at home\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMissus B Missus E Missus A-U-T\nMissus I Missus F-U-L\nI'm gonna reach the top\nI ain't ever gonna stop\nAnd I'm sure gonna ring your bell\nMissus D Missus I Missus F-F-I\nMissus C Missus U-L-T\nIf ever there's a girl\nThat could rock your world\nThen that girl sure is me\nRight!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo the fun won't start 'til she's living it up\nFeeling good, on top of the pops\nWhen you make it me plus one\nDress falls down at the aftershow\nShe breaks down on the video\nThink you'll find it's me plus one\n\n[Bridge]\nPeople around you\nWon't tell you how it is\nDon't you think it's gone on long enough?\nTake a look at yourself\nGet out of the car\nYou know it's time\nYou've got to let it go\nIt's gone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMissus B Missus E Missus A-U-T\nMissus I Missus F-U-L\nI'm gonna reach the top\nI ain't ever gonna stop\nAnd I'm sure gonna ring your bell\nMissus D Missus I Missus F-F-I\nMissus C Missus U-L-T\nIf ever there's a girl\nThat could rock your world\nThen that girl sure is me\nRight!\n[Chorus]\nSo the fun won't start 'til she's living it up\nFeeling good, on top of the pops\nWhen you make it me plus one\nDress falls down at the aftershow\nShe breaks down on the video\nThink you'll find it's me plus one\n\n[Chorus]\nSo the fun won't start 'til she's living it up\nFeeling good, on top of the pops\nWhen you make it me plus one\nDress falls down at the aftershow\nShe breaks down on the video\nThink you'll find it's me plus one",0
660,Alela_Diane___The_Rifle,calm,"""The Rifle  I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep\nFighting the fireplace glow\nKnockin' on that door in my sleep\nFighting the fireplace glow\nTo keep me away\nTo keep me away from home\n\nPapa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!\nThey're comin' from the woods!\nOh! They're comin' from the woods!\nAnd mama you're running too\nOh! My mama, you're running too\nBrother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn\nI've been holding onto the gold\nWhen letting go would free my hand\nAnd I've been tying your tongue in a knot\nOh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot\nTo wrap this death\nTo wrap this death in a sheet\n\nPapa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!\nThey're comin' from the woods!\nOh! They're comin' from the woods!\nAnd mama you're running too\nOh! My mama, you're running too\nBrother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn\n\nI can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore\nThere were too many heavy boots\nThere were too many heavy boots\nThere were too many big black boots\nAnd there were too many little brown shoes\nMarching through\nSo I'm counting it to the sky\nOh! I'm counting it to the sky\nAnd moving back to face the lack of home",2
8198,Emery___The_Terrible_Secret,anger,"""The Terrible Secret  [Verse 1]\nPave these streets with open arms\nIt's always you we have waited on\nThe skin, the taste, the drug, the need\nI am asking, telling you, don't leave\nErase the lines that we have drawn\nIt's always you we have waited on and waited on and on and on\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are our words that fill these mouths\nBut all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out\nThese palms and frames that we tear through\nTo cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you\n[Post-Chorus]\nWait, wait, wait\nI don't want to see\nWait, wait, wait\nI am not the person anyone would want to be\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe perfect shoes with the matching clothes\nIt is the lie we are always told\nBut nothing masks the shallow touch\nLike saying words that cost so much\nWhile you are an addict to the need\nTo find yourself a way to breathe\nThe sex, the purge, the vein, the look\nTo replace the feelings that we have took\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are our words that fill these mouths\nBut all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out\nThese palms and frames that we tear through\nTo cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you\n\n[Bridge]\nPerfection\nIt's perfection\nBut never quite enough and never could disguise\nThe drugs to make it stay\nThe wanting in your eyes\nThe money that you spent\nBut you are still an accident\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nWe are more than words that fill our mouths\nDrink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need\n\n[Chorus]\nThese are our words that fill these mouths\nBut all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out\nThese palms and frames that we tear through\nTo cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you\n\n[Outro]\nWait, wait, wait\nI don't want to see\nWait, wait, wait\nI am not the person anyone would want to be\nWaiting here 'til you leave",3
1537,AntiFlag___The_Project_For_A_New_American_Century,happy,"""The Project for a New American Century  It's a gut check of what you believe\n\nA Global Pax Americana\nNeo-con, neo-fascist blue print - USA hegemony\nCharlatan war hawks, untried, untrue\nCelebrate and exploit tragedy\nTo steal away control\n\nAnd it's a gut check of what you believe\nWill you stand up for democracy?\nOr a New American Century?\nEndless...\nEndless violence, endless hatred\nEndless empire tyranny\nWill you make a stand for human dignity?\nOr never ending hate?\nIt's a think tank, psycho and crazed\nWar profiteering membership - a world catastrophe\nThey've got a war plan that counts on you\nTo kill for their corporate empire\nWhile they sit at home\n\nAnd it's a gut check of what you believe\nWill you stand up for democracy?\nOr a New American Century?\nEndless...\nEndless violence, endless hatred\nEndless empire tyranny\nWill you make a stand for human dignity?\n\nAre you going to fight back?\nTime to prove what you really believe\nWe gotta fight back\nUntil we win or fall\nWe gotta fight back\nWill you heed the call?\nThe Neo-Fascist race to war\nThe PNAC plan to rule the world\n\nIt's a gut check of what you believe\nWill you stand up for democracy?\nOr a New American Century?\nYou might also likeAre you going to...\n\nAnd it's a gut check of what you believe\nWill you stand up for democracy?\nOr a New American Century?\nEndless...\nEndless violence, endless hatred\nEndless empire tyranny\nWill you make a stand for human dignity?\n\nWill you? Or never ending hate?",0
3435,Blackmores_Night___Spirit_Of_The_Sea,happy,"'Spirit of the Sea  I took a walk along the shore\nTo clear my mind about the day\nI saw a man I\'d seen before\nAs I approached, he slipped away\n\nI knew his face from years ago\nHis smile stays with me ever more\nHis eyes, they guide me through the haze\nAnd bring me shelter from the storm\n\nAs I walk I can feel him\nAlways watching over me\nHis voice surrounds me\nMy spirit of the sea\nHe went away so long ago\nOn a maiden voyage far away\nA young man then I did not know\nHis life was taken that same day\n\nAnd it was almost like he knew\nHe wouldn\'t see me anymore\nHe looked so deeply in my eyes and said:\n""Wait for me along the shore""\n\nAs I walk I can feel him\nAlways watching over me\nHis voice surrounds me\nMy spirit of the sea\n\nAnd so I come most every day\nTo watch the waves rise and fall\nAnd as I sit here on the sand\nThis ocean makes me feel so small\n\nBut I feel my lover by my side\nAnd he makes me follow my own heart\nWe\'ll be together some sweet day\nWhen that day comes we\'ll never part\nWhen that day comes we\'ll never part\nWait for me along the shoreYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
312,Ace_of_Base___Whispers_In_Blindness,happy,"'Whispers in Blindness  [Verse 1]\nDarling, you were looking good\nWhen you came to me\nAnd asked for a dance\nAnd I said, ""We can dance""\nI felt like a queen\nSwedish summer nights are hot\nAnd the trees can talk\nWe lay on the grass\nSo easily, so blessed\nWhispers in blindness\nAnd I didn\'t hold you back\nI\'m talking about it, babe\n\'Cause you\'ve been teasing me\nI\'m talking about it\n\'Cause you are bad right through\nStay with me and I shall want no other love\nStay with me, another love, another lie\nStay with me, and I shall want no other love\nYou were talking so sweet\nBut you were touching and teasing\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can hear the soft bells ring\nThrough a thousand years\nThey call out to me\nThey say it\'s only once\nIn a life we love\nI can hear the soft bells ring Only once, my dear\nThrough a thousand years\nThey call out to me\nThey say it\'s only once Only once my dear\nIn a life we love\nNow I\'ve had that honor too\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m talking about it, babe\n\'Cause you\'ve been teasing me\nI\'m talking about it\n\'Cause you are bad right through\nStay with me and I shall want no other love\nStay with me, another love, another lie\nStay with me, and I shall want no other love\nBut you were touching and teasing\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nYou were holding my hand\nOoh, you were kissing my skin\nOh, you were holding my hand\nOoh, you were kissing my skin\n\n[Chorus]\nStay with me and I shall want no other love\nStay with me, another love, another lie\nStay with me, and I shall want no other love\nYou were talking so sweet\nBut you were touching and teasing\n\n[Outro]\nStay with me\nTrees are whispering\nStay with me\nOnly once, my dear\nStay with me\nTrees are whispering\nBut you were touching and teasing\nStay with me\nTrees are whispering\nStay with me\nOnly once, my dear\nStay with me\nTrees were whispering\nStay with me\nOnly once, my dearEmbed', 'default'",0
5533,Clannad___Newgrange,calm,"""Newgrange  There is a place on the east\nMysterious ring, a Magical Ring of Stones\nThe druids lived here once they said\nForgotten is the race that no-one knows\n\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\n\nThe circled tomb of a different age\nSecret lines carved on ancient stones\nHeroic Kings laid down to rest\nForgotten is the race that no-one knows\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\n\nWait for the sun on a winter's day\nAnd a beam of light shines across the floor\nMysterious ring, a Magical Ring\nBut forgotten is the race that no-one knows\n\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo\nRum de rum 'rud a derimo",2
541,Air___Suicide_Underground,calm,"""Suicide Underground  Everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood\nFrom the suicides of the Lisbon girls\nPeople saw their clairvoyance in the wiped out elms\nAnd the harsh sunlight\nSome thought the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls\nPointed to a simple refusal to accept the world\nAs it was handed down to them\nSo full of flaws\nBut the only thing we are certain of\nAfter all these years\nIs the insufficiency of explanation\nObviously, doctor, you've never been a 13 year old girl\nThe Lisbon girls were\nThirteen, Cecilia\nFourteen, Lux\nFifteen, Bonnie\nSixteen, Mary\nAnd seventeen, Therese\nNo one could understand how\nMrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon\nOur math teacher\nHad produced such beautiful creatures\n\nFrom that time on\nThe Lisbon house began to change\nAlmost everyday\nAnd even when she wasn't keeping an eye on Cecilia\nLux would suntan on a towel\nWearing a swimsuit that caused the knife sharpener\nTo give her a 15 minute demonstration for free\n\nThe only reliable boy who got to know Lux\nWas Trip Fontaine\nWho only 18 months before the suicides\nHad emerged from baby fat\nTo the delight of girls and mothers alike\nBut few anticipated it would be so drastic\nThe girls were pulled out of school\nAnd Mrs Lisbon shut the house in maximum security isolation\nThe girls' only contact with the outside world\nWas through the catalogs they ordered\nThat started to fill the Lisbon's mailbox\nWith pictures of high-end fashions and brochures for exotic vacations\nYou might also likeUnable to go anywhere\nThe girls traveled in their imaginations\nTo gold tipped Siamese temples, or past an old man with a leaf broom\nTiding a moss-carpeted speck of Japan\nAnd Cecilia hadn't died\nShe was a bride in Calcutta\nCollecting everything we could of theirs\nWe couldn't get the Lisbon girls out of our minds\nBut they were slipping away\nThe colours of their eyes were fading\nAlong with exact locations of moles and dimples\n\nFrom five they had become four\nAnd they were all living in the dead\nBecoming shadows\nWe would have lost them completely\nIf the girls hadn't contacted us\nLux was the last to go\nFleeing from the house we had forgot to stop at the garage\n\nAfter the suicide free-for-all\nMr and Mrs. Lisbon gave up any attempt to lead a normal life\nThey had Mr Hedly pack up the house\nSelling what furniture he could in a garage sale\nEveryone went just to look\nOur parents did not buy used furniture\nAnd they certainly didn't buy furniture tainted by death\nWe, of course, took the family photos that were put out with the trash\nMr. Lisbon put the house on the market\nAnd it was sold to a young couple from Boston\nIt didn't matter in the end how old they had been\nOr that they were girls\nBut only that we had loved them\nAnd they hadn't heard us calling..still do not hear us\nCalling them out of those rooms\nWhere they went to be alone for all time\nAlone in suicide\nWhich is deeper then death\nAnd where we will never find the pieces\nTo put them back together",2
7346,Dodgy___If_Youre_Thinking_Of_Me,happy,"""If You’re Thinking of Me  I'm waiting for a friend to come, to help me off the ground\nBetter come sooner than later, can't stop feeling down\nScattered memories drifting back from my stereo\nOf how we dream this could be and how we let it go\n\nIf you're thinking of me, you've got to let me know\n'Cause loneliness seems such a waste, I can't stop feeling low\n\nI'm searching for the rights, that I've got in my mind\nSympathy and understanding then there is no better time\nNo one ever shows you how to learn\nThey'd all stand around and watch you burn\nIf you're thinking of me, you've got to let me know Got to let me know\n'Cause loneliness seems such a waste, I can't stop feeling low Can't stop feeling low\n\nOoooh, Aaaah, You've got to let me know\nOoooh, Ooooh\nOoooh, Aaaah\nOoooh, Aaaah\n\nI'm searching for the right reasons that I've got in my mind\n\nSympathy and understanding then there is no better time\nNo one ever taught me how to learn\nThey'd all stand around and watch you burn\n\nIf you're thinking of me, you've got to let me know\n'Cause loneliness seems such a waste, I can't stop feeling low Can't stop feeling low\n\nIf you're thinking of me, you've got to let me know Got to let me know\n'Cause loneliness seems such a waste, I can't stop feeling low Can't stop feeling low\n\nOoooh Aaaah I can't stop feeling low\nOoooh Aaaah\n\nI'm waiting for a friend to come to help me off the ground\nI'm waiting for a friend to come to help me off the ground Got to let me know\nI'm waiting for a friend to come to help me off the ground\nI'm waiting for a friend to come to help me off the ground Can't stop feeling low\nYou might also likeGot to let me know\nI'm searching for the right reasons that I've got in my mind\nSympathy and understanding then there is no better time",0
8601,Eva_Cassidy___What_A_Wonderful_World,happy,"'What a Wonderful World  I see trees that are green, red roses too\nI watch them bloom for me and you\nAnd I think to myself, what a wonderful world\n\nI hear babies cry, I watch them grow\nThey\'ll learn much more, than I\'ll ever know\nAnd I think to myself, ohh what a wonderful world\n\nThe colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky\nAre also on the faces of the people passing by\nI see friends shaking hands, saying, ""how do you do?""\nBut they\'re really saying, ""I love you""\nThe colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky\nAre also on the faces of the people passing by\nI see friends shaking hands, saying, ""how do you do?""\nBut they\'re really saying, ""I love you\n\nI see trees of green and red roses too\nI watch them bloom for me and you\nAnd I think to myself, oh what a wonderful world\n\nI think to myself, ooh what a wonderful worldYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6412,Dar_Williams___The_Beauty_of_the_Rain,sad,"""The Beauty of the Rain  [Verse 1]\nAnd you know the light is fading all too soon\nYou're just two umbrellas one late afternoon\nYou don't know the next thing you will say\nThis is your favorite kind of day\nIt has no walls\n\n[Refrain]\nThe beauty of the rain\nIs how it falls, how it falls, how it falls\n[Verse 2]\nAnd there's nothing wrong but there is something more\nAnd sometimes you wonder what you love her for\nShe says you've known her deepest fears\n'Cause she's shown you a box of stained-glass tears\nIt can't be all\n\n[Refrain]\nThe truth about the rain\nIs how it falls, how it falls, how it falls\n\n[Bridge]\nBut when she gave you more to find\nYou let her think she'd lost her mind\nAnd that's all on you\nFeeling helpless if she asked for help\nOr scared you'd have to change yourself\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd you can't deny this room will keep you warm\nYou can look out of your window at the storm\nBut you watch the phone and hope it rings\nYou'll take her any way she sings\nOr how she calls\n\n[Refrain]\nThe beauty of the rain\nIs how it falls, how it falls, how it falls\nHow it falls, how it falls, how it falls",1
8832,Faithless___Hour_Of_Need,sad,"""Hour of Need  You know that I'm foolish\nPlaying king for a day\nI hang with my people\nWhenever I can\nYou say that I'm scruffy\nMisguided and blue\nLike a fly on a string\nThere's a web that surrounds you\nBut I will find a way in\n\nYeah, in your hour of need\nI'll be there\nYes, I will\nYes, I will\nYou lay a place at your table\nLet me sleep in your bed\nYeah, you hurt and confused me\nYeah, you're my queen for a day\n\nI know I'm foolish\nHarsh and unfair, yeah\n'Cause in my hour of need\nI know you've always been there\n\nAnd in your hour of need\nI'll be there\nYes, I will\nMm\nIn your hour of need\nI'll be there\nYes, I will Yes, I will\n\nHello, hello, hello",1
6393,Danzig___Cantspeak,sad,"""Cantspeak  Can't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything they want\n\nCan't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside\n\nCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't stop for the reeling cause\nOr love, I told 'em all about it\nCan't talk, 'cause I'm already lost\nCan't think\nCan't cry\nKeep thinking of a suicide\nIt's hard, I just can't forget it\nGonna fade 'cause I'm already dead\n\nCan't think\nCan't dream\nDon't care if I live or die\nDon't talk, I just can't believe it\nGonna fade 'cause I'm already dead\n\nI can't think\nI can't dream\nDon't believe anything I see\nOh no, I don't want to get it\nGotta leave or I'll live to regret it\n\nCan't speak\nCan't lie\nCan't go anywhere to hide\n'Cause I can't think\nI can't cry\nI keep thinking of a suicide\n\nCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything I want\n'Cause I can't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside\nYou might also likeCan't speak\nCan't talk\nCan't do anything I want to\n'Cause I can't hide\nOr change your mind\nGonna live with all my soul inside, 'cause",1
7720,Eddie_Floyd___Knock_on_Wood,happy,"""Knock on Wood  [Verse 1]\nI don't wanna lose this good thing\nThat I've got, if I do\nI would surely, surely lose a lot\n'Cause her love is better than any love I know\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\n[Verse 2]\nI'm not superstitious about you\nBut I can't take no chance\nGot me spinnin', baby, baby, I'm in a trance\n'Cause your love is better than any love I know\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNo secret, that woman fills my lovin' cup\n'Cause she sees to it that I get enough\nJust one touch from her\nYou know it means so much\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's like thunder, lightnin'\nThe way you love me is frightenin'\nI better knock on wood, baby\nI better knock, knock, knock\n\n[Outro]\nOh yeah, think I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knock on wood\nThink I better knock, knock, knockYou might also like1",0
9592,From_Autumn_To_Ashes___Sensory_Deprivation_Adventure,anger,"""Sensory Deprivation Adventure  On your honor let me explain my behavior\nOn your honor I swear I was trying to savor\nWho's the liar, Who's the killer?\nYou know I was doing a favor\nWhen I fell upon her by way of a merciful murder\n\nWith every warning you wonder\nDon't have to tell the truth\nJust keep remaining mute\nAnd I'll still think for my owner\nYes I know what I've done, and what I'm going to do\nNo weakness, no weak miss\nDon't buckle under the pressure\nA servant, a serf saint\nFor all those who suffer\nWere caught in a current\nOf confusion\nBut what's been suggested\nAnd what has been proven\n\nWith every warning you wonder\nDon't have to tell the truth\nJust keep remaining mute\nAnd I'll still think for my owner\nYes I know what I've done, and what I'm going to do\n\nI am only what you made me\nNow I am a reflection of your wealth\nAnd if you think, you think you hate me now\nYou only hate yourself\n\nWith every warning you wonder\nDon't have to tell the truth\nJust keep remaining mute\nAnd I'll still think for my owner\nYes I know what I've done, and what I'm going to do",3
6142,Cyndi_Lauper___Iko_Iko,happy,"'Iko Iko  [Verse 1]\nMy grandma and your grandma were sittin\' by the fire\nMy grandma told your grandma, ""I\'m gonna set your flag on fire""\n\n[Refrain]\nTalk-in\' \'bout\nHey now, hey now\nIko-iko, un-day\nJock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-ne\n[Verse 2]\nLook at my king all dressed in red\nIko, iko, un-day\nBet-cha five dollars he\'ll kill you dead\nJock-a-mo fee na-ne\n\n[Refrain]\nTalk-in\' \'bout\nHey now, hey now\nIko-iko, un day\nJock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-ne\nYeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nSee that man all dressed in green\nIko-iko, un-day\nHe ain\'t a man, he\'s a lovin\' machine\nJock-a-mo fee na-ne\n\n[Refrain]\nTalk-in\' \'bout\nHey now, hey now\nIko-iko, un day\nJock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-ne\nYeah\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nMy flag boy and your flag boy were sittin\' by the fire\nWith your flag boy told and my flag boy\nI\'m gonna set their flags on fire\n\n[Refrain]\nTalkin\' \'bout\nHey now, hey now\nIko-iko, un day\nJock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-ne\n\n[Outro]\nTalkin\' \'bout\nHey now\nTalkin\' \'bout\nHey now, hey now\nIko-iko, un day\nJock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-ne\nJock-a-mo fee-na-neEmbed', 'default'",0
4916,Cary_Brothers___Blue_Eyes,sad,"""Blue Eyes  [Verse 1]\nWish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie\nWindow broke, torn up screens\nWho'd have thought that you'd dream\nOf a single tragic scene\n\n[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n[Verse 2]\nFess it up, dot on the palm of your hand\nI can help you to stand\nSaved it up for this dance\nTell me all the things you can\n\n[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n\n[Bridge]\nAll the lights on and you are alive\nBut you can't point the way to your heart\nSo sublime, when the stars are aligned\nBut you don't know\nYou don't know the greatness you are\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\nYou might also like[Pre Hook]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to take it off of you\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou are all that I need\n'Cause Blue Eyes\nYou're the sweet to my mean\n\n[Outro]\nI just want to sing a song with you\nI just want to sing a song with you",1
6333,Dance_Gavin_Dance___Hot_Water_On_Wool,sad,"""Hot Water on Wool  [Verse 1: Kurt Travis]\nIf we could only be in different places\nAmong the same faces we can't forget\nIn debt to the very distinction of love and hate\nThey're both in our hearts, we choose an imbalance\nOh, the thought, we are the flaws that make us\n\n[Verse 2: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]\nThat must be why I'm suffering\nWhat's the right word for this?\nAshamed? No, horrified\nIt's an action, delayed reaction\nI've got taxes and bills to pay\nSomething's flapping its wings at me\nSomeone's clapping, I guess we're on TV\n[Verse 3: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]\nStop now you've ruined it all\nStop now you've obtained it all\nStop now you've ruined it all\nStop now you've obtained it all\nStop now you've ruined it all\nStop now you've obtained it all\nStop now, stop now\nStop now, stop now\nStop now, stop now\nStop now, stop now\nStop now, stop now\nIndefinitely\n\n[Verse 4: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]\nMoving in the right direction\nI'm waiting to see if it comes to me\nOr if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor\nMaybe I'll sleep, maybe I'll sleep through a century\nI'm waiting to see if it comes to me\nOr if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor\nWhat was going through my head?\nHead\n\n[Verse 5: Jon Mess]\nPress the pressure point on my neck\nMy head will snap off and roll into the secret passage\nWe built for escorting the rapist to the victim\nDid you manage your time? Do you know how I do?\nDownpour, downpour, downpour, downpour\nOh, the boredom involved in patience\nSee Dance Gavin Dance LiveGet tickets as low as $53You might also like[Chorus: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]\nAnd so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn\nSince it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home\nSo my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn\nAnd so I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn\nSince it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home\nSo my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn\nAnd I won't forget what it means",1
220,Aaron_Carter___One_Better,happy,"""One Better  [Verse 1]\nGive me a half a chance\nI'll make you understand\nThat what I've got to give\nIs so much more than this\nThan you'll ever know\nI don't say what's on my mind\nBut you'll find this out in time\nDon't always open up\nI'm not quick to trust\nAnd let someone inside\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've got a lot to learn\nNever felt this way before\nBut I've got to say what's right for me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou should know that I can\nBe more than you will ever need\nI'll show you something new to see\nYeah\nI'll be the one you can believe\nI'll be one better\nYeah\nI'll be one better\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou've seen some falling stars\nYou've felt a broken heart\nTime is all it takes\nLearn from my mistakes\nKnow exactly what you are\nBut I can't hang on the side\nHad enough of all these fights\nGot to get to you\nGot to get this through\n'Till you realize\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nI've got a lot to learn\nNever felt this way before\nBut I got to say what's right for me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou should know that I can\nBe more than you will ever need\nI'll show you something new to see\nYeah\nI'll be the one you can believe\nI'll be one better\nYeah\n\n[Bridge]\nI won't back down\nNo never, no never\nYou don't have to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nYou should know that I can\nBe more than you will ever need\nI'll show you something new to see\nI'll be the one you can believe\nI'll be one better\nOh....\n[Outro]\nI'll be one better\nOh...\nI'll be one better\nOh",0
9274,Flunk___All_Day_And_All_Of_The_Night_Tronso__Nils_Noa_Remix,calm,"""All Day and All of the Night Tronso & Nils Noa remix  Hello?\nGo ahead man\nYeah, I'd just like to say, let's have some music now, huh?\nOkay\n\nOoh\nOoh\n\nThe only time I feel alright\nOnly time I feel alright\nThe only time I feel alright\nIs by your side\nThe only time I feel alright\nOnly time I feel alright\nThe only time I feel alright\nIs by your side\n\nI'm not content to be with you\nIn the daytime\nGirl I want to be with you\nAll of the time\n\nI believe that you and me\nLast forever\nOh yeah, all day and night\nI'm yours, leave me never\n\nI'm not content to be with you\nIn the daytime\nAll the day, and all of the night\nGirl I want to be with you\nAll of the time\nAll of the day, and all of the night\n\nI believe that you and me\nLast forever\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nOh yeah, all day and night\nI'm yours, leave me never\nYou might also likeThe only time I\nThe only time I feel alright\nOnly time I feel alright\nThe only time I feel alright\nIs by your side\n\nThe only time I feel alright\nOnly time I feel alright\nThe only time I feel alright\nIs by your side\n\nGirl I want to be with you\nAll of the time\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nGirl I want to be with you\nAll of the time\nAll of the day, and all of the night\n\nI want to be with you\nAll of the time\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nI want to be with you\nAll of the time\n\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\nAll of the day, and all of the night\n\nThank you\nWhy right",2
6586,David_Bowie___Love_You_Till_Tuesday,happy,"""Love You Till Tuesday  [Verse 1]\nJust look through your window, look who sits outside\nLittle me is waiting, standing through the night\nWhen you'll walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout\n\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, beautiful baby\nMy burning desire started on Sunday\nGive me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday\n\n[Verse 2]\nWho's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch\nDon't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance\nIf you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool\n[Chorus 2]\nOh, beatiful baby\nI was very lonely till I met you on Sunday\nMy passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday\n\n[Verse 3]\nLet the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea\nDon't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me\nI shall always watch you until my love runs dry\n\n[Chorus 3]\nOh, beautiful baby\nMy heart's a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday\nMy head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday\nLove, love, love, love you till Tuesday\nLove, love, love, love you till Tuesday\n\n[Outro]\nWell, I might stretch it till WednesdayYou might also like1",0
4045,Boz_Scaggs___Lido_Shuffle,happy,"""Lido Shuffle  {Intro}\nLido missed the boat that day he left the shack\nBut that was all he missed and he ain't comin' back\nA tombstone bar in a jukejoint car, he made a stop\nJust long enough to grab a handle off the top\nNext stop Chi town, Lido put the money down and let it roll\n\nHe said one more job ought to get it\nOne last shot 'fore we quit it\nOne more for the road\nLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh\nHe's for the money, he's for the show\nLido's waitin' for the go\nLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh\nHe said one more job ought to get it\nOne last shot 'fore we quit it\nOne more for the road\n\nLido be runnin', havin' great big fun, until he got the note\nSayin' toe the line or blow, and that was all she wrote\nHe be makin' like a beeline, headin' for the borderline\nGoin' for broke\n\nSayin' one more hit ought to do it\nThis joint ain't nothin to it\nOne more for the road\nLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh\nHe's for the money, he's for the show\nLido's waitin' for the go\nLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh\nOne more job ought to get it\nOne last shot and we quit it\nOne more for the road\n\n{Bridge}\nYou might also likeLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh\nHe's for the money, he's for the show\nLido's waitin' for the go\nLido, whoa-oh-oh-oh...4",0
2068,Atmosphere___Godlovesugly,sad,"'GodLovesUgly  [Intro]\n""Hey, hey what are you doing over there?""\n""I... I\'m just standing, I...""\n""Come here, come here. What are you doing?""\n""I\'m just waiting for... You know he\'s... He might come out.""\n""Left you standing in the rain all wet.""\n""Wait, I just wanna say...""\n""No, no, who are you waiting for?""\n""A guy I met at the show.""\n""Who, Slug? You\'re waiting for fucking Slug?""\n""No! I mean no, uhh, yeah.""\n""Oh no, you\'re... You\'re fucking kidding me.""\n""He\'s so hot.""\nunintelligable\n""Fucking Slug? Oh my God, he is so fucking ugly.""\n[Verse 1]\nI wear my scars like the rings on a pimp\nI live life like the captain of a sinking ship\nThe one thing that I can guarantee\nI\'m like a stepping razor, I suggest you stay fair with me\nBeen paying dues for a decade plus\nBefore that I was just another face on the bus\nTappin\' my foot, to the beat on the radio\nDreaming \'bout the mic and the money and the ladies\nOh mom, I promise I\'m gonna be large\nSome day I\'ma stop trying to borrow your car\nGonna go far, with charisma and skill\nUntil they put my face on a million dollar bill\nAtmosphere, it\'s just a ten letter word\nDiscretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird\nAnd if you didn\'t hear, then fuck what others heard\nI think you got the sickness, I suggest you get it cured\nCaught up in the mix of a bottle full of fix\nI\'mma hobble down the street till I reach Knob Creek\nIt\'s not that I don\'t like you, I just don\'t want to speak\nYou fucking freak, now keep your days out my week\nThe world keeps a balance, through mathematics\nDefined by whatever you\'ve added and subtracted\nI\'m pushin\' on the hammer to trigger the brain\nEmbrace how I live, \'cause God loves ugly\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\n\n[Verse 2]\nOnce upon a time in Minneapolis, yo\nI damn near had to steal the show\nI stepped on the stage - ""Who is it?""\nMy name\'s Slug, I\'ve come to kill a couple minutes\nAnd what\'s up with the way that everybody gathers around\nEach other, so they can steal each others\' sound\nIf it\'s all about getting down, with the get down\nHow long I gotta wait for these fools to sit down?\nAppears more clear in its simplest form\nNobody sees tears when you\'re standin\' in the storm\nAbandonin\' the norm, and handlin\' the harvest\nMeasurin\' the worth by the depth of the hardship\nI welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name\nI held onto the sacred ways of how to play the game\nWhen the soldiers started runnin\' short on rations\nI began tappin\' the egg to spark the hatchin\'\nMake it happen, and take this captain to the gallows\nI keep steering us into an area that\'s shallow\nTalking to my shadow, he advised me not to worry\nSaid, I should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury\nSo give me some light, a little love and some liquid\nI\'ma creep through the night and put a plug in the spigot\nAnd when the water grows, and the dam starts to overflow\nI\'ll float atop the flood holdin\' on to my ugly\n[Chorus]\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhy scream, when you can lose yourself inside the widescreen\nLet life be a bowl of melted ice cream\nOr be the deer that\'s caught in my high beams\nI\'m rolling with the brights on\nScared stiff, reality is just too much to bear with\nParanoid, walking around, careless\nNo wonder you\'re in love with your therapist\nGo to sleep my little time bomb\n\n[Chorus]\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly\nGod loves ugly, God loves-God loves ugly33Embed', 'default'",1
3087,Billie_Holiday___The_Man_I_Love,happy,"""The Man I Love  Someday he'll come along\nThe man I love\nAnd he'll be big and strong\nThe man I love\nAnd when he comes my way\nI'll do my best to make him stay\nHe'll look at me and smile\nI'll understand\nThen in a little while\nHe'll take my hand\nAnd though it seems absurd\nI know we both won't say a word\nMaybe I shall meet him Sunday\nMaybe Monday, maybe not\nStill I'm sure to meet him one day\nMaybe Tuesday will be my good news day\nHe'll build a little home\n\nThat's meant for two\nFrom which I'll never roam\nWho would, would you\nAnd so all else above\nI'm dreaming of the man I love\n\nMaybe I shall meet him Sunday\nMaybe Monday, maybe not\nStill I'm sure to meet him one day\nMaybe Tuesday will be my good news day\n\nHe'll build a little home\nJust meant for two\nFrom which I'll never roam\nWho would, would you\nAnd so all else above\nI'm dreaming of the man I love",0
4188,Brendan_Benson___What_Im_Looking_For,happy,"""What I’m Looking For  Well I don't know what I'm looking for\nBut I know that I just wanna look some more\nAnd I won't be satisfied\nTill there's nothing left that I haven't tried\n\nFor some people it's an easy choice\nBut for me there's a devil and an angel's voice\nWell, I don't know what I am looking for\nBut I know that I just wanna look some more\n\nWell I don't know what I'm living for\nBut I know that I just wanna live some more\nAnd you hear it from strangers and you hear it from friends\nThat love never dies and love never ends\nAnd I don't wanna argue, no I don't wanna fight\n'Cause you're always wrong and I'm always right\nWell, I don't know what I am living for\nBut I know that I just wanna live some more\n\nI used to be involved, and I felt like a king\nNow I've lost it all and I don't feel a thing\nI may never grow up, I may never give in\nAnd I'll blame this world that I live in\nI visit hell on a daily basis\nAnd I see the sadness in all your faces\nI've got friends who have married\nAnd their lives seem complete\nAnd here I am still stumbling down a darkened street\nA darkened street\n\nAnd I act like a child and I'm insecure\nAnd I'm filled with doubt and I'm immature\nSometimes it creeps up on me\nAnd before I know it I'm lost at sea\n\nBut no matter how far I row\nI always find my way back home\nBut I don't know what I've been waiting for\nBut I know that I don't wanna wait anymore\nYou might also like Looking for What I'm looking for\n Looking for What I'm looking for\n Looking for What I'm looking for\n Looking for What I'm looking for\n Looking for What I'm looking for",0
5095,Cephalic_Carnage___Extreme_of_Paranoia,anger,"""Extreme of Paranoia  Cannot get a grip. Living in a distant unconcerned cycle of shit. The rats are closing in, while the flesh crumbles just beneath the skin, without trust, fear consumes the mind, without trust, fear consumes the mind, how can I trust you, when you can't even trust yourself, you get all high and think everybody is talking shit, you grab a gun or a knife and all you want to do is kill, a genius of manipulation and extremely paranoid, writhing in all its sickness. Weak and feeble minded, a substance turns into a way of life, you choose to run from your demons and hide, you will not go without and nothing will suffice, you're lying to yourself I can see it in your eyes, secluded out of touch by avoiding mankind, you've done this to yourself, you've sacrificed your mind. Bleeding for another day. Scratch the flesh away, hanging by a thread that's unraveling at both ends, search for metal bliss that's leading to the emptiness. God of sorted nothing, release my pain slowly, I ask no more questions you give worthless answers, pale and bleeding dying lifeless, will for give me for my weakness. Found dead lying on the floor immersed in vomit, eyes glaze over a powder white enigma liquefied in a feeding utensil, hatred surged to the extreme of paranoia and I can't kill no more, feel no more you will learn to trust fear, genus of manipulation extremely paranoid, writhe in all your sickness. All the lives you've destroyed!",3
5123,Chantal_Kreviazuk___Before_You,happy,"""Before You  [Verse 1]\nBaby before you\nWell, I was bad news\nIn letting me love you\nI think I can get through\n\nOh baby, before you\nWell, I was so scared\nI was a train wreck waiting to happen\nOn the way to nowhere\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAnd now I think it's kind of funny that you say you love me\nYou tell me that I'm crazy then you smile\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now I think I'll get through the end of the world\nNow I think I'll get through being a girl\nNow I think I'll get through anything\nNow I think I'll get through\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow honey around you\nI'm feeling so good\n'Cause you picked me up out of the rough\nAnd you polished me up and made me brand new\n\nAnd baby before you, oh, oh\nThere was just a black hole\nYeah, I was beat down, blacked out\nMy darling, you couldn't even know\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nBut ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday\nI can't believe how much I love the rain\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now I think I'll get through the end of the world\nNow I think I'll get through life as a girl\nNow I think I'll get through anything\nNow I think I'll get through\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus 2]\nEver since I met you on a cloudy Monday\nI can't believe how much I love the rain\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd now I think I'll get through the end of the world\nNow I think I'll get through life as a girl\nNow I think I'll get through anything\nNow I think I'll get through\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh And now I think I'll get through\nOh, oh And now I think I'll get through\nOh, oh And now I think I'll get through\n\nAnd now I think I'll get through\nAnd now I think I'll get through\nOh And now I think I'll get through\nAnd now I think I'll get through",0
1721,Arcade_Fire___Keep_The_Car_Running,happy,"'Keep the Car Running  [Verse 1]\nEvery night my dream’s the same\nSame old city with a different name\nMen are coming to take me away\nI don’t know why but I know I can’t stay\nThere’s a weight that’s pressing down\nLate at night you can hear the sound\nEven the noise you make when you sleep\nCan’t swim across a river so deep\n\n[Chorus]\nThey know my name cause I told it to them\nBut they don’t know where\nThey don’t know when it’s coming, when it’s coming\n[Verse 2]\nThere’s this fear I keep so deep\nKnew its name since before I could speak, yeah, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nThey know my name cause I told it to them\nBut they don’t know where\nThey don’t know when, it’s coming\nOh when, but it’s coming, keep the car running\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf some night I don’t come home\nPlease don’t think I’ve left you alone\nThe same place animals go when they die\nYou can’t climb across a mountain so high\nThe same city where I go when I sleep\nYou can’t swim across a river so deep\n\n[Chorus]\nThey know my name cause I told it to them\nBut they don’t know where\nThey don’t know when, it’s coming\nOh when, is it coming, keep the car running\n\nKeep the car running\nKeep the car runningSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205You might also like6Embed', 'default'",0
2503,Bat_For_Lashes___The_Wizard,sad,"""The Wizard  Doing the mess around\nPush me down into the ground\nTaste the hands that drink my body\nFight me in the dark\nWrestle your bones over mine\nInto our moonless march come the wizard\nCome, the wizard comes\nThe wizard comes\nThe wizard comes\nThe wizard comes\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leader\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leader\n\nTrembling midnight lands\nI travel with the wizard\nDrink his blood and he's our leader\nBreath songs in my head\nSlow arrow flies, are burning\nAnd the trouble we possess\nWhile the sunshine goes on sleeping\nThe sunshine\n\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leader\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leader\n\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leader\nWants to feel you shake and shooting\nHe will be our leaderYou might also like2",1
8306,Emperor___I_Am_the_Black_Wizards,sad,"'I am the Black Wizards  Mightiest am I\nBut I am not alone in this cosmos of mine\nFor the black hills consist of black souls\nSouls that already died one thousand deaths\nBehind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art\nBoiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold\n\nFar up in the mountains\nWhere the rain fall not far\nYet the Sun cannot reach\nThe wizards, my servants\nSummon the souls of macrocosm\nNo age will escape my wrath\nI travel through time and I return to the future\nI gather wisdom now lost\nI visit again the eternally ancient caves\nBefore a mighty Emperor thereupon came\nWatching the mortals ""discovering"" my chronicles\nGuarded by the old demons\nEven unknown to me\n\nOnce destroyed their souls are being summoned\nTo my timeless prison of hate\nIt is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls\nThat were destroyed in my future\n\nHow many wizards that serve me with evil, I know not\nMy empire has no limits\n\nFrom the never ending mountains black\nTo the bottomless lakes\nI am the ruler and has been for eternities long\nI am them\n\nI am them.\nI am them.\nYou might also likeFrom the never ending mountains black, to the bottomless lakes\nI am the ruler and has been for eternities long\nMy wizards are many, but their essence is mine\nForever they are in the hills in their stone homes of grief\nBecause I am the spirit of their existence\nI am them\n\nI am them\nI am them2Embed', 'default'",1
4717,Calvin_Harris___Yeah_Yeah_Yeah_La_La_La,happy,"""Yeah Yeah Yeah La La La  [Verse 1]\nStop being a bad joke, it's not the same\nFeeling that sunshine and forgetting the rain\nIt feels so peaceful without the rain\nYour life's got happy, you got on the TV\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\n\n[Verse 2]\nBeing with each other, we're having fun\nI've got something special, I might find the one\nWe dig each other and break the rules\nWe love one another and that's no fool\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la My girl\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nI take a piece of paper and write your name\nYou put it in your pocket and I did the same\nWe love each other and that's for sure\nI live here without you, I can't take it no more\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la My girl\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, la, la, la, la-la, la-laSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263",0
1203,Anathema___Everwake,sad,"'Everwake  [Verse]\nSomniferous whisperings of scarlet fields\nSleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous\nMy reality is abandoned I traverse afar\nNot a care if I never wakeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7014,Devin_Townsend___Deep_peace,calm,"""Deep Peace  It's alright to cry\nIt's alright to lean on everyone\nIt's alright to lie in the bed you've made for everyone\nIf you ever need someone\nIf you ever heed someone\nIf you ever need me, babe, I will be there\n\nIt's alright to die\nIt's alright to bleed on everyone\nIt's alright this time\nIt's all life, you learn from everyone\nWith every single time you go\nAnd every single line you blow\nAnytime you need me man, I won't be there\n[Instrumental]\n\nIt's all going away now\nAll going away now\nGoing, going, gone\nGoing, going, gone\n\nIt's alright to cry\nIt's alright to feed on everyone\nIt's alright to hide\nIn your cozy bed from everyone\nSo if you ever need it man\nGet inside and be it man\nAnytime you call\nCall\nSuffer",2
9647,Funeral_For_A_Friend___Novella,sad,"""Novella  [Verse 1]\nWasting time, it's over and ended\nWasting time, we deserve\nHold that line, they ask us in safety\nHold that line, when we talk\n\n[Chorus]\nI can see the headlights and pavements\nMy legs can't carry me that far\nIf this distance isn't enough they'll cry another river to see you drown see you drown\n[Verse 2]\nFaceless lies, it's easy to speak when\nEvery word is your own\nSelfish eyes look onward in protest\nAs we tear down their disguise\nTheir disguise\nI can see the headlights\n\n[Chorus x2]\n\nYour days were golden\nYour days were golden while we bled...\nYour days were golden\nYour days were golden while we bled...\nWhile we bled...\nWhile we bled...",1
1512,Anouk___Sacrifice,sad,"""Sacrifice  [Verse 1]\nWho is the one that makes you happy?\nWho is the one that always makes you laugh?\nWho is the reason you were smiling\nAnd dragged you through these times so rough?\nI was the one that made you happy\nI was the one that eased the pain\nBut I'm the reason that you're crying now\nMy own tears scattered by the rain\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can sacrifice me\nYou can sacrifice me\nYou can set me free\nYou can be who you wanna be\n[Verse 1]\nDeeper than deep you took me on a trip baby\nYou shared your wildest dreams and more\nYou dare me to express my feelings to you\nI never felt that need before\nBut suddenly you needed freedom\nYou felt the need to break free\nYou started drowning in your sorrow\nYou didn't wanna know I had the key\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can sacrifice me\nYou can sacrifice me\nYou can set me free\nYou can be who you wanna\nYou can be who you wanna be\nYou, you, you, you, you\nYou can sacrifice me, sacrifice me\nYou can be who you wanna\nYou can be who you wanna be",1
658,Alejandro_Escovedo___Sex_Beat,sad,"""Sex Beat  [Verse 1]\nJohnny's got a light on his eyes\nShirley's got a light on her lips\nJake's got a monkeyshine on his head and\nDebbie Ann's got a tiger in her hips\nThey can twist and turn they can move and burn\nThey can throw themselves against the wall\nBut they creep for what they need\nAnd they explode to the call and then they move\nMove\nSex beat Sex beat, go\n[Verse 2]\nStupid like I told ya\nStupid like ya saw\nStupid as the simple thought\nOf ever thinking at all\nAnd all the mind, all the soul\nAll the body\nAll we know all the things that\nShould have made us whole\nAll the colorless security\nWas only somewhere we could go\nAnd move, move\nSex beat Sex beat, drop\n\n[Verse 3]\nYes you do look cool inside\nFloodlights so blue\nYou make my tropical apartment bed\nYour sacrificial pool\nAnd my body in the water\nAnd my heart is in your hand\nSo this is the way you choose to send\nMe to the judgment land\nSo you can move, move\nSex beat Sex beat, go\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nEvery day at three\nThrow me down by the Christmas tree\nI watched your lights blink on and off\nWhile you start your fun with me\nI, I know your reasons\nI know your goals\nWe can move and burn forever\nBut you will never get my soul\nSo you can move\nMove\nSex beat Sex beat, go",1
7284,Dismantled___Get_It_Through,anger,"""Get It Through  Here's a beat, it is a solid beat\nAnd no one's paying attention so I'm free to speak\nSomething passionate will work real well\nBut I am bored so bored, yea, it's easy to tell\nBut I don't mind that it's the same old shit\n'Cause innovation's really hard to sell\nSo come on!\n\nWell, it's the second verse now and I really like how this sounds\nIt's got all the right elements that I like\nIt's that four/four on the floor\nThat keeps me moving all night long\nAnd that chord progression, I've heard it before\nIt's the same one in every song\nBut this message really throws me off\nI can't sing along to this at all\nGet it through\nI'll never get through to you\nI'm too wide\n\nGet it through\nI'll never fit like you do\nBut you're too blind\nSo shut up and swallow!\n\nDon't mind me\nI'm just another face\nJust turn your head and I will be replaced\nAnd don't you worry, I am all alone\nBut you'll never understand\nYou'll never understand...\n\nSo just shut the fuck up and swallow",3
127,AHa___Minor_Earth_Major_Sky,happy,"""Minor Earth, Major Sky  I can't see me in this empty place\nJust another lonely face\nI can't see me here in outer space\nIt's so hard to leave a trace\n\nAnd I try and I try and I try\nBut it never comes out right\nYes, I try and I try and I try\nBut I never get it right\n\nIt's a\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nI can't see me in this lonely town\nNot a friendly face around\nCan you hear me when I speak out loud\nHear my voice above the crowd\n\nAnd I try and I try and I try\nBut it never comes out right\nYes, I try and I try and I try\nBut I never get it right\n\nIt's a\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\n\nAnd I try and I try and I try\nBut it never comes out right\nYes, I try and I try and I try\nBut I never get it right\n\nIt's a\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky\nMinor earth, major sky",0
3672,Blue_Six___Music_and_Wine_Speakeasy_3000,calm,"""Music & Wine Speakeasy 3000  Music and wine\nMusic\nMusic and wine\nYou and I\n\nValentine\nHard to find\nLove is blind\nAcquaintances can be unkind\n\nState of mind\nShow a sign\nHope divine\nJust making love to pass the time\nUsed to get high just to pass the time\nMusic and wine were the only friends of mine\nUsed to make love just to have a laugh\nMusic and wine were the only friends I had\n\nLovin'\nHere's that lovin'\n\nBitter break\nHard to take\nHearts'll ache\nThis loneliness is hard to face\n\nHollow soul\nFreezing cold\nFeelin' older\nAnd poverty will take it's toll\n\nUsed to get high just to pass the time\nMusic and wine were the only friends of mine\nLovin', here's that lovin'\nUsed to make love just to have a laugh here's that lovin'\nMusic and wine were the only friends I had here's that lovin'\n\nLovin'\nHere's that lovin'\nYou might also likeMusic and wine\nMusic\nMusic and wine\n\nYou and I\nYou and I you and I\nYou and I\nYou and I\n\nGin and lime\nSummertime\nStarry nights\nAnd memories of better times\n\nOcean breeze\nWind in leaves\nWaking dream\nAlive with possibility\n\nUsed to get high just to pass the time\nMusic and wine were the only friends of mine\nLovin', here's that lovin'\nUsed to make love just to have a laugh here's that lovin'\nMusic and wine were the only friends I had here's that lovin'\n\nHere's that lovin'\nHere's that lovin'",2
4265,Bright_Eyes___Scale,happy,"""Scale  Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily\nMore than sufficient doubt that these colors you see\nWere picked in advance by some careful hand\nWith an absolute concept of beauty\nThey are smeared and these blurs come in random order\nAnd they color the eyes of your former lovers\nHers were green like July\nExcept when she cried they were red\nNow I know a disease that these doctors can't treat\nYou contract on the day you accept all you see\nIs a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be\nA reflection of something we're missing\nAnd language just happened, it was never planned\nAnd it's inadequate to describe where I am\nIn the room of my house where the light's never been\nWaiting for this day to end\nAnd these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore\nEverything that we hate or adore\nOnce the page of a calendar is turned it's no more\nSo tell me then, what was it for?\nOh tell me, what was it for?",0
9109,Fiona_Apple___Waltz_Better_Than_Fine,calm,"""Waltz Better Than Fine  [Verse 1]\nIf you don't have a song to sing\nYou're okay\nYou know how to get along humming\nHmm, hmm\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you don't have a date\nCelebrate\nGo out and sit on the lawn\nAnd do nothing\n'Cause it's just what you must do and\nNobody does it anymore\n[Chorus]\nNo I don't believe in the wasting of time\nBut I don't believe that I'm wasting mine\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf you don't have a point to make\nDon't sweat it\nYou'll make a sharp one being so kind\nAnd I'd sure appreciate it\nEveryone else's goal's to get big-headed\nWhy should I follow that beat being that I'm\nBetter than fine\n\n[Non-Lyrical Outro]You might also like4",2
7866,El_Perro_Del_Mar___I_Cant_Talk_About_It,sad,"""I Can’t Talk About It  Ah aaah\nAh aaah\nBaby, there's been a lot going on\nBaby, there's been a lot going on\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it, baby\n\nOh baby, baby\nOh baby, lately, I've made a life on my own\nLately, I've made a life on my own\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nAah aah aaaah\nOooh ooh ooooh\nAah aah aaaah\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it\nI can't really talk about it",1
2938,Betty_Everett___Its_in_His_Kiss,happy,"""It’s in His Kiss  Does he love me i want to know\nHow can i tell if he loves me so\nIs it in his eyes\nOh no you'll be deceived\nIs it in his sighs\nOh no he'll make believe\nIf you want to know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nIs it in his face\nOh no that's just his charms\nIn his warm embrace\nOh no that's just his arms\nIf you want to know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nKiss him and squeeze him tight\nFind out what you want to know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow about the way he acts\nOh no that's not the way\nAnd you're not list'nin' to all i say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nKiss him and squeeze him tight\nFind out what you want to know\nIf it's love, if it really is\nIt's there in his kiss\nHow about the way he acts\nOh no that's not the way\nAnd you're not list'nin' to all i say\nIf you wanna know if he loves you so\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is\nIt's in his kiss\nThat's where it is",0
2513,Bauhaus___All_We_Ever_Wanted_Was_Everything,sad,"'All We Ever Wanted Was Everything  [Verse 1]\nAll we ever wanted was everything\nAll we ever got was coal\nGet up, eat jelly\nSandwich bars, and barbed wire\nSquash every week into a day\n\n[Interlude]\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\n[Verse 2]\nThe sound of the drum is calling\nThe sound of the drum has called\nFlash of youth shoot out of darkness\nFactorytown\n\n[Interlude]\nOh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Outro]\nOh, to be the cream\nOh, to be the cream\nOh, to be the cream\nOh, to be the creamYou might also like12Embed', 'default'",1
47,A_Fine_Frenzy___Fever,happy,"'Fever  Never know how much I love you\nNever know how much I care\nBut when you put your arms around me\nI get a feeling that\'s hard to bear\n\nYou give me fever, when you kisse me\nFever when you hold me tight\nFever in the morning\nFever all through the night\n\nSun lights up the day time\nMoon lights up the night\nI light up when you call my name\nAnd you know I\'m gonna treat you right\nYou give me fever, when you kiss me\nFever when you hold me tight\nFever in the morning\nFever all through the night\n\nEverybody\'s got the fever\nThat is something you all know\nFever isn\'t such a new thing\nFever Started long ago\n\nRomeo loved Juliet\nJuliet she felt the same\nWhen he put his arms around her\nHe said ""Julie, baby, you\'re my flame.""\n\nThou giveth fever, when we kisseth\nFever with thy flaming youth\nFever I\'m a fire\nFever, yea, I burn forsooth\n\nCaptain Smith and Pocahontas\nHad a very mad affair\nWhen her daddy tried to kill him\nShe said, ""Daddy, oh no, don\'t you dare.""\n\nHe gives me fever, with his kisses\nFever when he holds me tight\nFever I\'m his missus\nDaddy won\'t you treat him right\nYou might also likeNow you\'ve listened to my story\nHere\'s the point that I have made\nChicks were born to give you fever\nBe it farenheit or centigrade\n\nThey give you fever, when you kiss them\nFever if you live and learn\nFever \'til you sizzle\nWhat a lovely way to burn\nWhat a lovely way to burn\nWhat a lovely way to burn\nWhat a lovely way to burnEmbed', 'default'",0
633,Alanis_Morissette___Wunderkind,happy,"""Wunderkind  [Verse 1]\nOh, perilous place walk backwards toward you\nBlink disbelieving eyes chilled to the bone\nMost visibly brave, no apprehended bloom\nFirst to take this foot to virgin snow\n\n[Chorus 1]\nI am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment\nI am a wunderkind, oh\nI live the envelope pushed far enough to believe this\nI am a princess on the way to my throne\nDestined to serve, destined to roam\n[Verse 2]\nOh, ominous place, spellbound and un-childproofed\nMy least favorite chill to bear alone\nCompatriots in place they'd cringe if I told you\nOur best back pocket secret, our bond full blown\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment\nI am a wunderkind, oh\nI live the envelope pushed far enough to believe this\nI am a princess on the way to my throne\nDestined to seek, destined to know\n\n[Bridge]\nMost beautiful place\nReborn and blown off roof\nMy view about face weather\nGreat will be done\n\n[Chorus 3]\nAnd I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment\nI am a wunderkind, oh\nI am a ground-breaker naive enough to believe this\nI am a princess on the way to my throne\n\n[Chorus 4]\nAnd I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment\nI am a wunderkind, oh\nI am a Joan of Arc and smart enough to believe this\nI am a princess on the way to my throne\nDestined to reign, destined to roam\nDestined to reign, destined to roam\nYou might also like[Outro]\nDestined to reign, destined to roam\nDestined to reign, destined to roam3",0
1028,Ambulance_Ltd___Anecdote,happy,"""Anecdote  You pin the medals to your chest\nAnd settle down for a seven minutes rest\nYou dim the lights, administer the cure\nYou tried it several times, you're still not sure\n\nYou take the first one for free\nAnd pass it on to me, I don't refuse\nBaby, if you only knew\nBut I don't think you do\n\nYou take the lines from ordinary books\nYou're disappointed in the way she looks\nYou cut the circulation to your hand\nAnd calculate the motion of the land\nThen you fall back asleep\nAnd wander down the street that losers use\nDon't say you feel the same way too\nHoney, I don't think you do\n\nYou cut the worms and bait them on the hooks\nYou cast a line towards the closest brooks\nYou meet the girl who says she knows the plan\nYou act impressed and say you understand\n\n'Cause you like to believe\nThat all that love is free for someone like you\nYou'll never be lonely or get the blues\nBut darlin', it's not true",0
7697,Echoing_Green__The___Redemption,sad,"""Redemption  You scratch the surface\nI take the plunge\nYou say it's started\nI say it's done\nIs this another mountain?\nIs this another wall?\nIs this another precipice\nFor me to take a fall?\n\nShould I call surrender?\nShould I call to arms?\nIt's just another question\nI can't resolve\nI really need a savior\nI need a shining star\nI need someone bigger than this\nTo take hold of my heart\nRedeem me\nRedeem me\nRedeem me\nRedeem me",1
5451,Chuck_Berry___Brown_Eyed_Handsome_Man,happy,"'Brown Eyed Handsome Man  [Verse 1]\nArrested on charges of unemployment\nHe was sittin\' in the witness stand\nThe judge\'s wife called up the district attorney\nShe said ""Free that brown-eyed man\nIf you want your job you\'d better free that brown eyed man""\n\n[Verse 2]\nFlyin\' across the desert in a TWA\nI saw a woman walkin\' \'cross the sand\nShe been walkin\' 30 miles en route to Bombay\nTo meet a brown-eyed handsome man\nHer destination was a brown-eyed handsome man\n[Verse 3]\nWay back in history, 3000 years\nIn fact, ever since the world began\nThere\'s been a whole lotta good women sheddin\' tears\nOver a brown-eyed handsome man\nIt\'s a lot of trouble for the brown-eyed handsome man\n\n[Guitar and Piano Solos]\n\n[Verse 4]\nBeautiful daughter couldn\'t make up her mind\nBetween a doctor and a lawyer man\nHer mother told her, ""Darling, go out and find\nYourself a brown-eyed handsome man\nJust like your daddy, he\'s a brown-eyed handsome man""\n\n[Verse 5]\nMarlo Venus was a beautiful lass\nShe had the world in the palm of her hand\nShe lost both her arms in a wrestling match\nTo meet a brown-eyed handsome man\nShe fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man\n\n[Verse 6]\nTwo-three the count with nobody on\nHe hit a high fly into the stand\nRoundin\' third, he was headed for home\nIt was a brown-eyed handsome man\nThat won the game, it was a brown-eyed handsome manYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
3973,Bowerbirds___Olive_Hearts,calm,"""Olive Hearts  With my toes dangling into the sea\nInto a fog, into a lonely drink\nDon't lift me up\nI'm a wreck, I know\nStill, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast\nAnd we'll play helicopter in the sand\nAnd bite our thumbs at the acquaintances\nAnd make it known we're on par for the evening\nAnd take the butcher's knife through my words again\n\nThen in walk the mannered men\nWith their smokescreen yes\nAnd the sequined girls\nWith their skirts hemmed high\nAnd you will know from this\nThat it's all to start\nOur glasses clink\nAnd our plastic swords stab our olive hearts\nAll night like a friendly ghost\nWe haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host\nAnd give thanks, but not much helps\nAnd so here is where we give the toast:\nCheers to the wives of the drunks\nCheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck\nCheers to the miles it took to get here\nCheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are\n\nThen in walk the mannered men\nWith their smokescreen yes\nAnd the sequined girls\nWith their skirts hemmed high\nAnd you will know from this\nThat it's all to start\nOur glasses clink\nAnd our plastic swords stab our olive heartsYou might also like1",2
6549,Dave_Edmunds___What_Looks_Best_On_You_LP_Version,sad,"'Toni Braxton’s 25 Best Songs: Critic’s Picks  Often when discussing the elite pack of divas who ruled the \'90s and early aughts, Toni Braxton is cast aside.\n\nThis shouldn’t be the case — there’s way more to her story than ”Un-Break My Heart.”\n\nKnown for her sultry, low-ranging contralto voice, Braxton -- who turns 50 this Saturday, Oct. 7 -- provided the R&B, pop, and adult contemporary hemispheres with a slew of signature classics.\n\nThe dramatic flare of these songs, matched with her film noir aesthetic and style, convincingly sold Braxton’s extensive discography centered on the raging emotions of love and heartbreak. The smoothness and mature sophistication in her sound offered a lighter and calmer shading to the early waves of hip-hop soul and alternative-R&B that reigned supreme in the \'90s.\n\nWell into the early aughts, Braxton would find herself pairing quiet storm vibes with hip-hop undertones.\n\nAfter an unfortunate dip in mainstream appeal maligned by label issues and personal matters in the mid-00’s although that period would bring notable deep cuts and plenty more “what could have beens”, Braxton regained her place in the spotlight with a Dancing With The Stars stint, a successful reality TV show alongside her sisters, and a critically-acclaimed reunion album with her mentor Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds.\nNow the legend prepares to release her ninth studio album, slated to be released next year, including her current single “Deadwood.”\n\nTo celebrate the songstress\' milestone birthday, Billboard ranks the 25 best Toni Braxton songs, including singles and deep cuts.\n\n#25. ""You Mean The World To Me"" 1993\n\nAfter departing from her all-sisters quintet, The Braxtons, the eldest of the girl group embarked on a successful solo career.\n\n1993 saw the arrival of Toni Braxton, a self-titled debut that topped both the Billboard 200 and R&B Albums charts for multiple weeks. As the fourth lead single on the LP, “You Mean The World” reached the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100 in 1994, thanks to the soulful swing of the hook dedicated to a cherished lover.\n\n#24. ""Why Should I Care"" 1996\n\nFollowing up her debut with Secrets, Braxton reinvigorated the sound and format of quiet storm with arguably her best album to date.\n\nFull of ballads centered on dealing with an unfaithful soulmate, Secrets cemented the legacy of Braxton’s signature blend of mature-R&B with breezy adult contemporary. In this deep cut, the crooner questions why she should care about said partner over a psychedelic guitar riff and synth reminiscent of The Isley Brothers.\n\n#23. ""Spanish Guitar"" 2000\n\nMost legends can’t say that their international single became a soundtrack staple for a Brazilian soap opera. Laços de Família would help Braxton’s Latin pop ballad become a mass success in its home country -- and ultimately a primary example of Latin music’s influence on mainstream culture.\n\n#22. ""The Heat"" 2000\n\n“Spanish Guitar” aptly oozed a sweltering mystique fitting enough for Braxton’s third studio album, The Heat. Also incorporating that magic is the album’s title track, a subtle jaunt working in the sounds of a tropical summer and a light, jazzy groove. No wonder why the ending question is “does anyone want some ice cream?”\n\n#21. ""Hit The Freeway"" feat. Loon 2002\nEntering the new millennium, Braxton gained more artistic control from LaFace. She also felt a need to strip away some of her balladry and embrace her love of hip-hop á la Mariah Carey’s Butterfly. Braxton’s first LPs of the aughts -- The Heat and More Than A Woman -- also embraced a sexier, borderline controversial side of the songstress.\n\nAs the lone single from More Than A Woman, “Freeway” joins a list of notable bangers produced by Pharrell’s launching pad, The Neptunes. And thanks to its Loon co-sign, it also has a Bad Boys Records stamp of approval.\n\n#20. ""Trippin\' That\'s The Way Love Works"" 2005\n\nAfter leaving LaFace Records in 2003, Braxton signed to the record label abyss known as Blackground Records. If you\'re familiar with the label’s nightmare stories revolving around Aaliyah and JoJo, it goes without saying that Braxton’s first and only album under the label, Libra, didn’t fare well commercially.\n\nThat being said, the LP contains the singer’s peak unreleased singles and barely-existent promos. The highlight of this particular cut: A comparison of spousal conflict with “12 rounds up inside the [Madison Square] Garden.”\n\n#19. ""Talking In His Sleep"" 1996\n\n“Can you keep a secret?” asks the diva throughout the epicenter track of Secrets. Here, she’s confronted by her adulterous lover who accidentally spills his dirty laundry while snoozing.\n\nAfflicted by a 70s noir-jazz riff, “Talking” takes a page from Madonna’s “Justify My Love,” balancing a scandalous spoken word narrative with a seductive hook.\n\n#18. ""Yesterday"" feat. Trey Songz 2009\n\nIt’d take five years after Libra -- and a release from Blackground Records -- for Braxton to deliver her next studio album. Serving as the first single from Pulse, the singer gets over her ex played by Trey Songz on deluxe versions by labeling him a day of the past. “Yesterday” served as a testament to how Braxton manages to maintain her signature blend of genre formats years after her higher charting moments.\n\n#17. ""Hurt You"" feat. Babyface 2014\n\nWhen Braxton started her singing career in 1989, Babyface became an integral component of her artistry. After going through separate divorces, the duo partnered up for the Grammy-winning concept album Love, Marriage, and Divorce, featuring this apology ballad that topped the Adult R&B Songs chart.\n\n#16. ""Midnite"" 2005\nThis cut from Libra perfectly captures Braxton’s ability to cruise along with the stripped melodic structuring of her songs. Her ad-libs and riffs shine throughout “Midnite,” making it a pleasant earworm in her deeper catalogue.\n\n#15. ""Love Shoulda Brought You Home"" 1992\n\nAlthough “Give U My Heart” -- a duet with Babyface -- is credited as Braxton’s official single debut, “Love” receives the honor of her first solo effort. Both songs appeared on the Eddie Murphy rom-com Boomerang, but “Love” would be regarded as the favorite thanks to Braxton’s powerhouse vocal control and dexterity.\n\n#14. ""How Many Ways"" 1993\n\nReleased as a single in 1994, “How Many Ways” adequately reflects the finalization of new jack swing and the emerging popularity of its brethren, hip-hop soul.\n\nThe soulful declaration -- co-written and produced by Tamar’s future husband Vincent Hubert -- sees Braxton recounting various ways she loves her man. The single served opposite to its double-A side, the Whitney Houston-esque “I Belong To You.”\n\n#13. “Seven Whole Days” 1993\n\nRegarded as one of Braxton’s iconic singles, the songstress recalls not knowing her lover’s whereabouts for more than a week.\n\nWritten and produced by her dream team of Babyface and Darryl Simmons, Braxton’s runs are what impressed listeners the most. She would later revisit the song’s idea, slyly mentioning “going seven whole days without hearing from you,” on “Finally,” Libra\'s semi-mash-up of her most famous  .\n\n#12. “Just Be A Man About It” 2000\n\nSince The Heat was meant to embrace the more progressive sounds of contemporary R&B, Braxton also incorporated a little electro-hop on the album’s second single.\n\nWith the support of a stormy atmosphere and womanizing voicemail delivered by Dr. Dre, the singer’s hurt vocals shine in yet another convincing performance.\n\n#11. “There’s No Me Without You” 1996\n\nThis deep cut earnestly emotes despair and a feeling of defeat after a break-up.\n\nHelped by backing vocals of the songwriter, Babyface, this Toni Braxton song’s hook glides with a country twang --  the singer adopting the vocal patterns of the genre with a pristine R&B palette.\n\n#10. ""Take This Ring"" 2005\n\nImma let you finish Beyoncé, but Toni Braxton had one of the best “Single Ladies” of all time.\n\nThree years before we’d receive an official dance and a Spandex-driven anthem from Bey, Braxton released a club banger echoing a similar sentiment. Fortified by a rocking go-go beat -- produced by “Crazy In Love” and “1 Thing” hitmaker Rich Harrison -- this dose of playboy-repellent serves as a faint reminder of a music moment somewhat ahead of its time.\n\n#9. ""Sposed To Be"" 2005\n\nOn Libra, “Take This Ring” was the upbeat single deserving more; “Sposed To Be” was the slow jam that could have been more.\n\nA great candidate for quiet storm or lovemaking playlists, this deep cut radiates an intergalactic tranquility -- and infectious bridge -- highlighting the finesse of Braxton’s later discography.\n\n#8. ""Hands Tied"" 2010\n\nThe second single of Pulse came as another one of Braxton’s sultrier career moments.\n\nWith an urgent vocal performance, the allure of “Hands Tied” exists in its zephyrous keyboard chords. The song also provided a glimpse into the softer side of Warren “Oak” Felder, who’d go on to produce for Rihanna and Demi Lovato.\n\n#7. ""Another Sad Love Song"" 1993\n\nFrom its opening “oh’s” and “woah’s” over a slinky melody, the first official single from Toni Braxton played on R&B’s knack for providing radio with sad tunes.\n\nWith an addictive hook “racking [people’s] brains like crazy,” the song reached No. 7 on the Hot 100 and earned a Grammy for “Best R&B Vocal Performance, Female.”\n\n#6. ""I Love Me Some Him"" 1996\n\nIf R&B radio is unanimously consistent with playing one Toni Braxton single since its release, “I Love Me Some Him” would hold that title for sure.\n\nRegarded as one of her signatures, the song was released as a double-A side single to the R. Kelly-penned “I Don’t Want To.” The best part exists at the end of this cosmopolitan ode -- Braxton’s vocal harmonizing with the instrumental stealing the show.\n\n#5. ""Find Me A Man"" 1996\n\nToday, Secrets remains without a skippable track. It also contains the singer’s best deep cut.\n\nIn terms of essential Toni Braxton, “Find Me A Man” shows the singer’s ability to draw listeners into her raw emotion over a cerebral melody. Here heartbreak reigns as the songstress finds herself tired of being alone, dreaming up the irresistible qualities of her Prince Charming.\n\n#4. ""Un-Break My Heart"" 1996\n\nStanding as one of the greatest power ballads to ever exist, this Hot 100 chart-topper is the central song of Braxton’s career. Vibrant in grandiose-theatrics and a heart-wrenching chorus in the midst of vocal acrobatics, “Un-Break My Heart” would sit at the summit for 11 weeks.\n\n#3. ""Breathe Again"" 1993\n\nAs these Toni Braxton songs age, this single from her debut still finds its way on R&B rotation today. Sparkling in Sade-centric balladry and Diane Warren  , the breathy chorus and stagnant verses displayed by Braxton execute the song’s intended moodiness.\n\n“Breathe Again” would become a No. 3 hit and earn the singer’s second Grammy win for Best R&B Vocal Performance, Female.\n\n#2. ""He Wasn’t Man Enough For Me"" 2000\n\nThe new millennium might have seen a new look and sound from the diva, but her anthemic spirit remained fervent. In the league of “No Scrubs” and “Independent Women, Pt. 1,” this song holds its own rightful spot.\n\nProduced by Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins, this signature dance bop was blocked from the Hot 100’s top spot by the stronghold of Carlos Santana and The Product G&B’s “Maria Maria.” Today, it’s revisited by those realizing a past flame couldn’t handle it all.\n\n#1. ""Let It Flow"" 1996\n\nPaired alongside “You’re Makin’ Me High,” this double A-side single peaked at No. 1 on the Hot 100. Unlike its partnered uptempo jaunt, “Let It Flow” drifts like a slow-running stream guided by the presence of a hypnotizing guitar.\n\nStaying in line with the anthems Braxton has provided prior to and after “Let It Flow,” the song became a mainstay on radio, the Waiting To Exhale Soundtrack, and most importantly Braxton’s performance catalogue.\n\nSimply put, “Let It Flow” could have been done by none other than the superstar herself -- particularly the mesmerizing ending.Embed', 'default'",1
2731,Belle__Sebastian___If_Youre_Feeling_Sinister,sad,"'If You’re Feeling Sinister  [Verse 1]\nAnthony walked to his death\nBecause he thought he\'d never feel this way again\nIf he goes back to the house\nThen things would go from bad to worse, what could he do?\nHe wants to remember things\nExactly as he left them on that funny day\nAnd if there is something else beyond, he isn\'t scared\nBecause it\'s bound to be less boring than today\nBound to be less boring than tomorrow\n[Verse 2]\nHilary went to her death\nBecause she couldn\'t think of anything to say\nEverybody thought that she was boring\nSo they never listened anyway\nNobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep\nShe was into S&M and bible studies\nNot everyone\'s cup of tea, she would admit to me\nHer cup of tea, she would admit to no one\nHer cup of tea, she would admit to me\nHer cup of tea, she would admit to no one\n\n[Verse 3]\nHilary went to the Catholic Church\nBecause she wanted information\nThe vicar or whatever took her to one side\nAnd gave her confirmation,\nSaint Theresa\'s calling her\nThe church up on the hill is looking lovely\nBut it didn\'t interest, the only things she wants to know is\nHow and why and when and where to go\nHow and why and when and where to follow\nHow and why and when and where to go\nHow and why and when and where to follow\n\n[Chorus]\nBut if you are feeling sinister\nGo off and see a minister\nHe\'ll try in vain to take away\nThe pain of being a hopeless unbeliever\nLa la la la la la la\nSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also like[Verse 4]\nWhen she got back, her spirituality\nWas thrown into confusion\nSo she got a special deal\nOn renting from the man at Rediffusion\n""Look at me! I\'m on TV\nIt makes up for the shortcomings of being poor\nNow I\'m in a million pieces""\nPicked up for deliberation by the people listening at home\nBy the people watching on the telly\nBy the people listening at home\nBy the people watching on the telly\n\n[Chorus]\nBut if you are feeling sinister\nGo off and see a minister\nHe\'ll try in vain to take away\nThe pain of being a hopeless unbeliever\nLa la la la la la la\nLa la la la la la la\n\n[Outro]\nBut if you are feeling sinister\nGo off and see a minister\nThe chances are you\'ll probably feel better\nIf you stayed and played with yourself4Embed', 'default'",1
4689,Cake___Its_Coming_Down,calm,"""It’s Coming Down  [Chorus]\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's raining outside\nYou've nowhere to hide\nShe's asking you\nWhy you think it's funny\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\n[Verse 2]\nShe's leaving your house\nShe had to get out\nShe's mad\nAnd she'll take her mattress with her\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou lie on the floor\nShe's slamming your door\nShe's gone\nAnd she's wearing your red sweater\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming down\nIt's coming downYou might also like1",2
2846,Ben_Kweller___Walk_On_Me,sad,"""Walk on Me  Sometimes I wonder if you're still here\nLooking out for anything that could\nFall and hit your head\nFluorescent lights burn out in time dear\nWe see the world in a different light\nDid you give up?\n\nLove is supposed to be this bad\nMake you cry mega-ultra sad\nIf I told you you're all I ever had would you walk on me?\nBecause I wouldn't walk on you\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me. Yayaya\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me\n\nRight now I fell like it's all ending\nSpit me out, sell me cheap\nYou'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever teach me to fly\nIn the sky it's early and still morning\nAll those smiles you made wanted to cry\nCause you gave up\n\nLove is supposed to be this bad\nMake you cry stupid-shady sad\nIf I told you you're all I ever had would you walk on me?\nBecause I wouldn't walk on you\n\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me. Yayaya\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me\n\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me. Yayaya\nIf I was in your shoes I wouldn't walk all over you\nSo please don't walk all over me\nPlease don't walk all over me",1
726,Alice_In_Chains___Get_Born_Again,sad,"""Get Born Again  [Verse 1]\nSat suffering, I knew him when\nFair-weather friends of mine\nTry not to think, I merely blink\nHope you wish away the lies...\nCan you protect\nMe when I'm wrecked\nI pretend you're still alive\nYeah...\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWho will deny all in time all the lies?\nWho will deny all in time all the lies?\n[Chorus 2]\nI choose the day, one damp and gray\nThick fog that hide our smiles\n\n[Verse 2]\nClear all your sins\nGet born again\nJust repeat a couple lines\nLines... Yeah\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWho will deny all in time all the lies?\n\n[Verse 3]\nCan you protect\nMe when I'm wrecked\nI pretend you're still alive\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI choose the day, one damp and gray\nThick fog that hide our smiles\n\n[Chorus 1]\nSat suffering\nwho denied all... And tied all the lies\nGet born again\nwho denied all... And tied all the liesYou might also like3",1
3296,Black_Eyed_Peas___Dont_Lie,happy,"'Don’t Lie  [Intro: will.i.am & Fergie]\nYeah, uh-uh\nLa, da, da, da, da-da\nSorry, sorry, sorry, sorry\n\n[Verse 1: will.i.am]\nHey baby, my nose is gettin\' big\nI noticed it be growin\' when I be tellin\' them fibs, now\nYou say your trust\'s gettin\' weaker\nProbably \'cause my lies just started gettin\' deeper\nAnd the reason for my confession is that I learned my lesson\nAnd I really think you ought to know the truth\nBecause I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more\nBut after I did it, I don\'t know what I did it for\nI admit that I\'ve been a little immature\nWith your heart like I was the predator\nIn my book of lies, I was the editor\nAnd the author, I forged my signature\nAnd now I apologize for what I did to ya\n\'Cause what you did to me I did to you\n[Chorus: Fergie]\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie\n\'Cause you know, know, know, know\nYeah, you know, know, know, know, you gotta try\nWhat you gonna do when it all comes out\nWhen I really see you, what you\'re all about?\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie\n\'Cause you know, you know, you know, you know\nYou know you gotta try Stop, st-stop, stop, st-stop stop lying\n\n[Verse 2: apl.de.ap]\nShe said, ""I\'m leaving""\n\'Cause she can\'t take the pain\nIt\'s hard to continue this love, it ain\'t the same\nCan\'t forget the things that I\'ve done inside her brain\nToo many lies committed, too many games\nShe feelin\' like a fool gettin\' on the last train\nTryna maintain, but the feeling won\'t change\nI\'m sorry for the things that I\'ve done and what I became\nCaught up in living my life in the fast lane\nBlinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame\nI don\'t know the reason why I did these things\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: apl.de.ap, Fergie, will.i.am]\nOh, and I lie and I lie and I lie and I lie\nAnd now our emotions are drained\n\'Cause I lie and I lie and a little lie, lie\nAnd now your emotions are drained\nYou might also like[Chorus: Fergie]\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie Don\'t, don\'t you lie\n\'Cause you know, know, know, know\nYeah, you know, know, know, know, you gotta try Got to, got to try\nWhat you gonna do when it all comes out What you gonna do, baby?\nWhen I really see you, what you\'re all about?\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie\nBecause you know, you know, you know, you know\nYou know you gotta try\n\n[Bridge: will.i.am & Fergie]\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ba da, ba da, ba ba ba ba\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ba da, ba da, ba ba ba ba\nOoh-ooh ooh ooh, ooh-ooh ooh Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, ba da da\n\n[Verse 3: Taboo]\nHmm, yo, I\'m lyin\' to my girl\nEven though I love her and she all in my world\nI give her all my attention and diamonds and pearls\nShe the one that make me feel on top of the world\nStill I\'m lyin\' to my girl, I do it\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Fergie & Taboo, Both]\nOh, and I lie and I lie and I lie and then I lie\n\'Til there\'s not turning back\nI don\'t know why I lie and I lie\n\'Til I don\'t know who I am\nBut then I tell myself\n\n[Chorus: Fergie]\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie Don\'t you lie\n\'Cause you know, know, know, know\nYeah, you know, know, know, know, you gotta try You know, you know you gotta\nWhat you gonna do when it all comes out\nWhen I really see you, what you\'re all about?\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no, don\'t lie\nNo, no, no, no, baby, no, no, no, no\nStop, st-stop, stop, st-stop stop lying16Embed', 'default'",0
7767,Edwin_Starr___Happy_Radio,happy,"""H.A.P.P.Y. Radio  An automatic alarm\nTurns my radio on\nBefore my feet can hit the floor\nThe music's got me ready to go\nAnd all through the whole day\nI know my favourite records they'll play\nIt helps me chase all my blues away\nWhen I can hear that DJ say that this is station\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a Musical, natural high\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a Musical, natural high\nYou should hear them\nEveryday yeah\nWhile riding home in my car\nMy happy radio is never too far\nI just reach out my hand turn the dial\nAnd I know it will make me smile\nCause this station\nH.A.P.P.Y.\nWe plan to help your day go by\nI said it's a musical natural high\nOn Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan... by by by\nMusical natural high Yes it is\nOn station H.A. P.P. Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by by by\nMusical natural high\nYes it is\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nDon't you know that it's a musical\nNatural\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nSaid it's a musical natural\nH.A.P.P.Y\nJust by mistake\nOne day I turned on my dial\nFrom my radio came this is incredible sound\nThe music they were playing right next to me\nI start clapping my hands and stomping my feet\nCause they were H.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nIt's a musical natural\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nHey hey hey\nWooo\nYes it is\nOh Station H.A.P.P.Y\nLet everybody sing\nI say it's H.A.P.P.Y\nWooo Weee\nDon't you know yeah\nWooo Weee\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan we plan\nTo help your day go by\nDon't you that it's a musical natural high\nWoo\nOn station H.A.P.P.Y\nH.A.P.P.Y\nWe plan to help your day go by by by\nCause it's a musical natural\nTO FADE",0
8401,Enuff_Z_Nuff___Baby_Loves_You,happy,"""Baby Loves You  You know I've you know i've\nGot a little problem\nI have to be the one\nThe second guy to none\n\nAnd I've got\nA pretty little girlfriend\nWho tells me all the time\nThat she'll be forever mine\n\nAnd she says\nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you're baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nSometimes\nI lie with my eyes open\nThere's so much on my mind\nMy teeth begin to grind\n\nAnd she'll console me\nRepeating through my senses\nEverything's ok\nAnd I hear her say\n\nWhen she says\n\nThat your baby loves you\nYes your baby loves you\nWhen you're baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nWhen your baby loves you\nAll your dreams will come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\nYou might also likeBaby loves you\n\nguitar solo\n\nHold me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin'\nLove me tongiht\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on pretty darlin'\nLove me tongiht\n\nLove me tonight\nLove me tonight\nCome on my pretty baby\nLove me tonight\n\nYour baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\nYour baby loves you\nYou dreams can come true\nWhen your baby loves you\nNothing's gonna hurt you\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nBaby loves you\nLove me tonight\n\nOoooooooooooohhh",0
8707,Everything_But_The_Girl___Missing,sad,"""Missing  [Verse 1]\nI step off the train\nI'm walking down your street again\nAnd past your door\nBut you don't live there anymore\nIt's years since you've been there\nNow you've disappeared somewhere\nLike outer space\nYou've found some better place\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\n[Verse 2]\nCould you be dead?\nYou always were two steps ahead\nOf everyone\nWe'd walk behind while you would run\nI look up at your house\nAnd I can almost hear you shout\nDown to me\nWhere I always used to be\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\n\n[Verse 3]\nBack on the train\nI ask why did I come again\nCan I confess\nI've been hanging around your old address?\nAnd the years have proved\nTo offer nothing since you moved\nYou're long gone\nBut I can't move on\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\n\n[Verse 4]\nI step off the train\nI'm walking down your street again\nAnd past your door\nI guess you don't live there anymore\nIt's years since you've been there\nNow you've disappeared somewhere\nLike outer space\nYou've found some better place\nAnd I miss you\nAnd I miss you\nYou've found some better place\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you, yeah\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nAnd I miss you, yeah\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nLike the deserts miss the rain\nLike the deserts miss the rain9",1
4723,Calvin_Harris___Vegas,calm,"""Vegas  [Verse 1]\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, that's right\nI've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, alright\nI've got my girls and my boys and my girls\nWhen I go to Vegas, that's right\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, that's right\nI've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, alright\nI've got my girls and my boys and my girls\nWhen I go to Vegas, that's right\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas\n[Bridge]\nI've got my car\nI've got my car\n\n[Verse 3]\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, that's right\nI've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, alright\nI've got my girls and my boys and my girls\nWhen I go to Vegas, that's right\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas\n\n[Verse 4]\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, that's right\nI've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills\nWhen I go to Vegas, well, alright\nI've got my girls and my boys and my girls\nWhen I go to Vegas, that's right\nI've got my car and my ride and my wheels\nWhen I go to Vegas\n\n[Outro]\nWhen I go to Vegas\nWhen I go to Vegas\nWhen I go to Vegas\nWhen I go to VegasSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263",2
4953,Cassandra_Wilson___Until,sad,"""Until  [Verse 1]\nHow can I change your mind\nUnravel the mystery that confines us\nSilence is hiding the pain\nBut deep in your soul you must know\nWe've got to take a chance\nAnd let our spirits flow\nLove is an elusive thing\nInto every heart it sings\n\n[Chorus]\nWhatever it takes to make it right\nNo matter how hard, i will fight for you\nI swear that it's true\nI want the sweetness in life with you\nUntil this life is through\n[Verse 2]\nSuch a bizarre twist of fate\nThat something so simple still escapes us\nWhile anger and pride cloud your eyes\nThis is a vision for two\nThere's no one else\nTo tell my deepest secrets to\nI don't want to live alone\nIt would be a lonely song\n\n[Chorus]\nWhatever it takes to make it right\nNo matter how hard, i will fight for you\nI swear that it's true\nI want the sweetness in life with you\nUntil this life is throughYou might also like1",1
6766,Dead_Poetic___Molotov,anger,"""Molotov  With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against\nFingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists\nAnd I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse\nOr I could keep it inside, and hide it\nIn hopes my avoidance will cure it\nBut there's no time for this\nOr I could keep it inside, and hide it\nIn hopes my avoidance will cure it\nBut there's no time for this again\nSo light it up and let it fly away\nA Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames\nPut your back to them all, I swear they're not getting you there\nA blueprint for the outside, when it's cold out there\nIt's not clear, but I refuse to breathe from these machines again\nYou all depend on the filters that keep you away\nFrom the pain when you cry, and the praises you sang\nIt's not real so I refuse to breathe from these machines again\n\nSo light it up and let it fly away\nA Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames\nAnd I won't ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued\nAnd we're not yours, we'll be with you soon\n\nI hope we can be with you soon\n\nSo light it up and let it fly away\nA Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames\nAnd I won't ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued\nAnd we're not yours, we'll be with you soon\n\nAnd this routine feels like a knife, entering my back then down my spine\nI've withstood the sting for long enough, and I'm prepared to discard it\nSo light it up and let it go away. So light it up and let it fly away\nFly awayYou might also like1",3
4692,Cake___Let_Me_Go,happy,"""Let Me Go  When she walks, she swings her arms\nInstead of her hips\nWhen she talks, she moves her mouth\nInstead of her lips\n\nAnd I've waited for her for so long\nI've waited for her for so long\nI've wondered if I could hang on\nI wonder if I could hang on, yeah\nLet me go she said, let me go she said\nLet me go and I will want you more\nLet me go she said\nLet me go\nLet me go and I will want you\nWhen she wants, she wants the sun\nInstead of the moon\nWhen she sees, she see the stars\nInside of her room\n\nAnd I've waited for her for so long\nI've waited for her for so long\nI've wondered if I could hang on\nI wonder if I could hang on\n\nLet me go she said x3 and I will want you more\nLet me go she said\nLet me go\nLet me go and I will want you\nLet me go she said x2\nLet me go, let me go she said\nLet me go, let me go\nLet me go, let me go\nLet me go, let let me go\nLet me go, let me go\nLet me go, let me go",0
4783,Canned_Heat___Going_Up_The_Country,happy,"""Going Up the Country  [Verse 1]\nI'm goin' up the country, baby, don't you wanna go?\nI'm goin' up the country, baby, don't you wanna go?\nI'm goin' to someplace where I've never been before\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm goin', I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine\nI'm goin' where the water tastes like wine\nWe can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time\n\n[Flute Solo]\n[Verse 3]\nI'm gonna leave the city, got to get away\nI'm gonna leave the city, got to get away\nAll this fussin' and fightin', man, you know I sure can't stay\n\n[Bridge]\nNow, baby, pack your leavin' trunk, you know we've got to leave today\nJust exactly where we're goin' I cannot say, but\nWe might even leave the USA\n'Cause there's a brand-new game I don't wanna play\n\n[Flute Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nNo use for you runnin' or screamin' and cryin'\n'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine\n\n[Reprise]You might also like1",0
7678,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___Stormy_Weather,sad,"""Stormy Weather  Hope you're feeling better now\nHope you got my letter, how\nIs my stormy weather now\nIs it gonna change?\n\nCan we be like everyone\nPretending that there's nothing wrong\nRemember when we walked upon\nClouds that never rain?\n\nAnd I need it more than love\nAnd I love it more than life\nAnd I want those stars above to shine this night\nBaby, ever wondered why\nI could make you laugh and cry\nEclipsing all your summer skies\nSome things never change\n\nAnd I need it more than love\nAnd I love it more than life\nAnd I want those stars above to shine this night\n\nYou want it\nYou got it\nThere's nothing chained down\nYou need it\nI'll steal it\nJust put your name down\nI'll put my name down\n\nHope you're feeling better now\nHope you got my letter how\nIs my stormy weather now\nIs my stormy weather now\n\nCan I be like everyone?\nPretending that there's nothing wrong?\nRemember when we walked upon\nRemember when we walked upon\nRemember when we walked upon\nRemember when we walked upon\nClouds that never rain\nEvery cloud must drain\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also likeAnd I need it more than love\nAnd I love it more than life\nAnd I want those stars above to shine this night\n\nYou want it\nYou've got it\nThere's nothing chained down\nYou need it\nI'll steal it\nJust put your name down\nI'll put my name down\nYou want it\nYou've got it\nNow I know it's to you I'm bound\nYou need it\nGodspeed it\nJust put your name down\nI'll put my name down\n\nHow's my stormy weather now?\nHow's the stormy weather now?\nHow's the stormy weather now?\nHow's my stormy weather now?\nHow's the stormy weather now?\nHow's my stormy weather now?\nHow's my stormy weather?",1
8454,Erasure___Ship_Of_Fools,sad,"""Ship of Fools  [Verse 1]\nI can't believe what is happening to me\nMy head is spinning\nThe flowers and the trees are encapsulating me\nAnd I go spinning\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nHe was the baby of the class you know\nHe really didn't know that one and one was two\nTwo and two were four\nHe was the baby of the class, you know\nHe really didn't know that\nReally didn't know that\nOh, what a poor soul\n[Chorus]\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?\nOoh, why is life so precious and so cruel?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI close my eyes and I try to imagine\nWhat you're dreaming\nWhy can't you see what you're doing to me?\nMy world is spinning\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nYou were the baby of the class, you know\nYou really didn't know that one and one was two\nTwo and two were four\nYou were the baby of the class\nYou were so young and so uncertain\nSuffer little children\nOh, what a poor soul\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?\nOoh, why is life so precious and so cruel?\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nHe was the baby of the class, you know\nHe really didn't know that one and one was two\nTwo and two were four\nHe was the baby of the class\nHe was so young and so uncertain\nSuffer little children\nOh, what a poor soul\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?\nOoh, why is life so precious and so cruel?\n\n[Outro]\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?\nOoh, why is life so fragile and so cruel?\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?\nOoh, why is life so precious and so cruel?\nOoh, do we not sail on a ship of fools?",1
6548,Dave_Carter__Tracy_Grammer___Seven_Is_the_Number,calm,"""Seven is the Number  Mercy my daddy like to roll them bones\nSeven is the number of a man\nSon, don't you wander through this world alone\nSeven is the number of a man\n\nHigh is the mountain\nDeep is the sea\nGreen is the valley where she waits for me\nWild, wild river run to my hand\nSeven is the number of a man\nHow will i find her in the trackless night?\nSeven is the number of a man\nFollow the dipper to the mornin' light\nSeven is the number of a man\n\nHigh is the mountain\nDeep is the sea\nGreen is the valley where she waits for me\nWild, wild river run to my hand\nSeven is the number of a man\n\nOne is for all the world in a bright rainbow\nTwo for the sky above and the earth below\nThree for the seeker on the desert plain\nFour for the flower in his hand\nFive is for pleasure, and six for pain\nSeven is the number of a man\n\nHigh is the mountain\nDeep is the sea\nGreen is the valley where she waits for me\nWild, wild river run to my hand\nSeven is the number of a man\nHey seven is the number\nSeven is the number\nSeven is the number of a man",2
5657,Cold___Confession,sad,"""Confession  Everybody loves stars\nEveryone fell\nInto her world\nShe made here\n\nWhere everybody rates love\nBut I don't care\n'Cause it's her world\nShe made me\n\nYou think you're half as good as me\nThe only thing you'll ever be\nIs just a way for me to bleed\nOn this stage\nEverybody loves stars\nEveryone fell\nInto her world\nShe made here\n\nWhere innocence is taken\nBut I don't care\n'Cause it's her world\nShe made me\n\nYou think you're half as good as me\nThe only thing you'll ever be\nIs just a way for me to bleed\nOn this stage\n\nNow she's old\nShe's been blessed\nTake a bow\nAnd confess\n\nShe threw it all away\nMy angel died that day\nNo one came\nNo one cared\n\nYou think you're half as good as me\nThe only thing you'll ever be\nIs just a way for me to bleed\nOn this stage",1
112,A_Static_Lullaby___Half_Man__Half_Shark_Equals_One_Complete_Gentleman,sad,"""Half Man, Half Shark; Equals One Complete Gentleman  We'll light up the segway\nWe'll load them up and ship them out\nOut! out!\n\nTonight this poet dies\nIt inkwell has spoken\nIts last words\nHis thoughts were left in fiction\nAnd his hope for substance\nHad faded long ago\nYou and i both need to know\nWhen we fall, you die, we die\nStand there, to get us get us now\nIf we fall, you die, we die\nThere out to get us now\n\nTonight the candle was left burning\nAnd a shred of dignity is lost within the flame\nAnd his fears were left unmentioned\nHis cry for silence had faded long ago\n\nYou and i both need to know\nWhen we fall, you die, we die\nStand there, to get us get us now\nIf we fall, you die, we die\nThere out to get us now\n\nTonight this poet dies\nTonight this poet dies\nTonight, tonight, tonight\n\nYou and i both need to know\nIf we fall, you die, we die\nStand there out, to get us get us now\nIf we fall you die, we die\nYou might also likeWe'll light up the segway\nWe'll load them up and ship them out\nOut! out!",1
7781,Edyta_Gorniak___Perfect_Moment,calm,"""Perfect Moment  This is my moment\nThis is my perfect moment with you\nThis is what God meant\nThis is my perfect moment with you\n\nI wish I could freeze this space in time\nThe way that I feel for you inside\n\nThis is my moment\nThis is my perfect moment with you\nTell me you love me when you leave\nYou're more than a shadow, that's what I believe\nYou take me to places I never thought I'd see\nMinute by minute you are the world to me\n\nI wish I could frame the look in your eyes\nThe way that I feel for you inside\n\nThis is my moment\nThis is my perfect moment with you\n\nAnd if tomorrow brings a lonely day\nHere and now I know I haven't lived in vain\nI'll cry my tears in the rain\nAnd if love never comes again\nI can always say I've been\nTo paradise skies in your eyes... in your eyes\n\nSo tell me you love me the moment you leave\nYou're more than a shadow, I've just got to believe\n\nI wish I could keep you all of my life\nThe way that I feel for you inside\n\nThis is my moment\nThis is my perfect moment with you\nThis is my moment\nThis is my perfect moment\nWith you, with you",2
4667,Cake___Cool_Blue_Reason,happy,"""Cool Blue Reason  Cool blue reason empties on the page\nYour colleagues are in prison and your enemies enraged\nCool blue reason comes into your world\nThere's two more dead in Texas and it's probably your girls\nCool blue reason wraps around your throat\nThe minutes change like seasons\nOnly 8 more hours to go 2x\nOnly 8 more hours...left to go\n\nCool blue reason comes into your life\nThere's one more dead in Kansas and it's probably your wife\nCool blue reason I'm just talking to myself\nCool blue reason I'm just rearranging hell\nI'm just talking to myself 2x\nCool blue reason wraps around your throat\nThe minutes change likes seasons\nOnly 8 more hours to go 2x\nOnly 8 more hours...left to go",0
2703,Belinda_Carlisle___World_Without_You,sad,"""World Without You  [Verse 1]\nIf there was no sunshine\nI could learn to live with the rain\nDarling, if I had to\nI could trade pleasure for pain\nI could live without food or money\nWouldn't be so hard to do\nAnd if the the stars fell down from the sky\nBaby, I would make it through\n\n[Chorus]\nBut in a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nIn a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\n[Verse 2]\nWouldn't be no music\nNo reason to laugh\nNo reason to smile\nCouldn't call it living\nNothing to make the living worthwhile\nYou know that it would all seem worthless\nIf you weren't here with me\nI could have the world in my hands\nBut I wouldn't have a thing\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause in a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nIn a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe, oh\nI couldn't breathe\n\n[Bridge]\nIn a world without you\nBaby, it would all be worthless\nIf you weren't with me\nI could have the world in my hands\nBut I wouldn't have a thing\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nBut in a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nIn a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nIn a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nI couldn't breathe without you, babe\nIn a world without you\nWhere would I be?\nWhere would I be without you, babe?",1
8462,Ercola_featuring_Daniella___Every_Word,happy,"""Every Word Wendel Kos club mix  I'm turning in I think it?s time for me to go\nI'd let you in but I just wanna take it slow\nLook a little closer it's not hard to know\nWe got something more and that?s not typical\n\nWhen I first saw your face I didn't look again\nI didn't go there cause I just got myself up again\nBut you know what to say to take my breath away\nAnd I had no idea that things would change\n\nChorus\nI?m saving up every word\nKeepin' em together cause they sound so good\nI?m holding onto every word\nThat?s whats got me feeling alive yeah\nEvery word you say is like it?s from a poem\nSending me to places I have never known\n\nSomething bout our vibe is like a chemical\nIf we don?t do this right I think it might explode\n\nWhen I first saw your face\nI didn?t look again\nI didn?t go there cause I just got myself up again\nBut you know what to say to take my breath away\nAnd I had no idea that things would change\n\nChorus\nI?m saving up every word\nKeepin' em together cause they sound so good\nI?m holding onto every word\nThat?s whats got me feeling alive yeah",0
7518,Dreadzone___A_Dream_Within_A_Dream,happy,"'A Dream Within A Dream  What we see and what we seem\n[?] a dream\nA dream within a dreamYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
49,A_Fine_Frenzy___Last_Of_Days,sad,"""Last of Days  Something's causing fear to fly\nRising like a dark night in silence\nTraffic's slow with broken boats\nHeading for the sky and I'm an island\n\nI watched you disappear into the clouds\nSwept away into another town\n\nThe world carries on without you\nBut nothing remains the same\nI'll be lost without you\nUntil the last of days\nThe sun is in the east\nRising for the beasts and the beauties\nI wish that I could tear it down\nPlant it in the ground to warm your face\n\nI built myself a castle on the beach\nWatching as it slid into the sea\n\nThe world carries on without you\nBut nothing remains the same\nI'll be lost without you\nUntil the last of days\nUntil the last of days\n\nThrough wars and harvest moons\nI will wait for you\nThe world carries on without you\nBut nothing remains the same\nI'll be lost without you\nUntil the last of days\nUntil the last of days",1
48,A_Fine_Frenzy___Near_To_You,sad,"""Near to You  He and I had something beautiful\nBut so dysfunctional, it couldn't last\nI loved him so but I let him go\n‘Cause I knew he'd never love me back\n\nSuch pain as this\nShouldn't have to be experienced\nI'm still reeling from the loss\nStill a little bit delirious\n\nNear to you, I am healing\nBut it's taking so long\nCause though he's gone\nAnd you are wonderful\nIt's hard to move on\nYet, I'm better near to you\nYou and I have something different\nAnd I'm enjoying it cautiously\nI'm battle scarred\nBut I am working oh so hard\nTo get back to who I used to be\n\nHe's disappearing, fading steadily\nWell, I'm so close to being yours\nWon't you stay with me, please\n\nI only know that\nI am better where you are\nI only know that\nI am better where you are\nI only know that I belong\nWhere you are",1
2423,Balligomingo___Privilege,calm,"""Privilege  I am the freedom that you're fighting\nI am the sweetness that you're hiding\nI am the heaven at your door and I am waiting\n\nI have wings and they are beating\nI am flying and I am free\nDon't you see the way I'm heading for shore?\n\nTaking me home\nDo you see the sun\nThrough the sea?\nHeaven asking for more\nHeaven asking for more\nI am brave and I am staying\nI am hands and they are praying\nI am heaven at your door and I am waiting\n\nI am day and I am breaking\nIn the dawn it is I'm waking\nDon't you see the way I'm heading for shore?\n\nTaking me home\nDo you see the sun through the sea?\nAnd I found freedom in your eyes and I know its the same\nHeaven asking for more\nHeaven asking for more\n\nTaking me home\nTaking me home\nTaking me home\nThrough the sea I am home",2
6811,Death_In_Vegas___Rocco,happy,"""Rocco  Gonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nGonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nGonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nIf I die where'll he be\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nGonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nGonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nGonna die if sweet man should pass me by\nIf I die where'll he be\n\nIf I die where'll he be",0
5277,Children_Of_Bodom___Angels_Dont_Kill,anger,"'Angels Don’t Kill  ""...I want no one to escape.""\n\nI hear the footsteps going by\nWatching myself slowly die\nSharp pain impaling through my heart\nSlowly tearing me apart\n\nOne minute you\'re an angel fallen from grace\nNext, the fist that I hate\nPickin\' me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss\nThen rips out my heart to show me how black it is!\nNo!\nYou\'re no good!\nIt feels so cold\nYet I\'m watching back!\nI\'ll die alone!\n\nI hear the footsteps walking by\nWatching myself slowly die\nSharpening pain impaling through my heart\nSlowly tearing me apart\n\nWhen you appear as an angel\nKnocking me down, looking my way\nCould you ever kill the pain in my heart\nEven though they say angels don\'t kill?\n\nNo!\nYou\'re no good!\nIt feels so cold\nYet I won\'t turn back!\nI\'ll die alone!\n\nNo!\nYou\'re no good!\nIt feels so cold\nYet I won\'t turn back!\nI\'ll die alone!!You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
6658,David_Sylvian___Dobro_1,sad,"'Dobro 1  I stole a life\nWith braids of fire\nAnd it rained on my house all summer\n\nThere never was any freedom here\nAll I feared the most\nCame back around\nAnd it rain on my house\nAnd it rained on my house all summerYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3164,Billy_Ray_Cyrus___Achy_Breaky_Heart,happy,"""Achy Breaky Heart  [Verse 1]\nYou can tell the world you never was my girl\nYou can burn my clothes when I'm gone\nOr you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been\nAnd laugh and joke about me on the phone\nYou can tell my arms go back to the farm\nYou can tell my feet to hit the floor\nOr you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips\nThey won't be reaching out for you no more\n\n[Chorus]\nBut don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nI just don't think he'd understand\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nHe might blow up and kill this man, ooh\n[Verse 2]\nYou can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas\nYou can tell your dog to bite my leg\nOr tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip\nHe never really liked me anyway\nOr tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please\nMyself already knows I'm not okay\nOr you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind\nIt might be walking out on me today\n\n[Chorus]\nBut don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nI just don't think he'd understand\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nHe might blow up and kill this man, ooh\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nI just don't think he'd understand\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nHe might blow up and kill this man\nDon't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nI just don't think he'd understand\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart\nHe might blow up and kill this man, ooh-ooh\nOoh!You might also like8",0
18,10_Years___Dying_Youth,sad,"""Dying Youth  Deep under the surface I keep the love\nOlder and aware of a hidden universe\nI pray to be young and pray to be inspired\nWords of your tongue blister like fire\n\nI can't let you go\nSlow down don't leave\nDying days of my youth\nOver take me\n\nThere is a glimpse of death in your eyes\nI'm not prepared to let out those cries\nI plead to stay young soon will be expired\nSo lost in denial\nI can't let you go\nSlow down don't leave\nDying days of my youth\nOver take me\n\nReach in her womb shelter from strife\nBearing the gifts, burdens of life\nI pray to stay young but soon will be expired\nThe age of innocence long sense gone\n\nI can't let you go\nSlow down don't leave\nDying days of my youth\nOver take me\n\nFools who are looking backwards\nChose to live as statues\nFrozen, fractured youthful laughter fades",1
3893,Boney_M___Chica_Da_Silva,happy,"""Chica da Silva  On the first day of spring\nThey heard the news\nThe word spread like fire\nThat she had fallen\nThe fields of that day\nWere watered with tears\nTears that were cried\nFor Chica Da Silva\n\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nShe was young and brave\nThe prime of her life\nFought for her country\nBecame a spy\nAnd men told the secrets\nOnce looked in her eyes\nThey laid in the arms\nOf Chica Da Silva\n\nThe game that she played\nCouldn't last very long\nLuck she relied on\nWhen they had all gone\nHer hands tied together\nBack on the wall\nThey shot the life\nFrom Chica Da Silva\n\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\n\nOn the first day of spring\nThey heard the news\nThe word spread like fire\nThat she had fallen\nThe fields of that day\nWere watered with tears\nTears that were cried\nFor Chica Da Silva\nYou might also likeShe was young and brave\nThe prime of her life\nFought for her country\nBecame a spy\nAnd men told the secrets\nOnce looked in her eyes\nThey laid in the arms\nOf Chica Da Silva\n\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\n\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva\nChica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva",0
5714,Coldplay___Til_Kingdom_Come,sad,"""’Til Kingdom Come  [Intro]\nOne, two\n\n[Verse 1]\nSteal my heart and hold my tongue\nI feel my time, my time has come\nLet me in, unlock the door\nI've never felt this way before\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the wheels just keep on turning\nThe drummer begins to drum\nI don't know which way I'm going\nI don't know which way I've come\n[Verse 2]\nHold my head inside your hands\nI need someone who understands\nI need someone, someone who hears\nFor you, I've waited all these years\n\n[Chorus]\nFor you I'd wait 'til kingdom come\nUntil my day, my day is done\nAnd say you'll come and set me free\nJust say you'll wait, you'll wait for me\n\n[Verse 3]\nIn your tears and in your blood\nIn your fire and in your flood\nI hear you laugh, I heard you sing\nI wouldn't change a single thing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the wheels just keep on turning\nThe drummers begin to drum\nI don't know which way I'm going\nI don't know what I've become\n\n[Chorus]\nFor you I'd wait 'til kingdom come\nUntil my days, my days are done\nSay you'll come and set me free\nJust say you'll wait, you'll wait for me\nJust say you'll wait, you'll wait for meSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like12",1
205,ATB___Collides_With_Beauty,happy,"""Collides With Beauty  I'm upside down\nAnd inside out\nThe room's not big enough\nI'm waiting for your love\nBeen waiting for you love\n\nGone round and round\nHalf falling down\nThe floor's not flat enough\nI'm waiting for your love\nBeen waiting for you love\nAnd I know\nYou know\nIt should be me\nThat's holding you\nAnd I know that\nPride collides with beauty\n\nI'm back and forth\nAnd forth and back\nThe window's fogging up\nI'm waiting for your love\nBeen waiting for you love\n\nIt's too much\nIt's not enough\nThe walls can't hold me up\nI'm waiting for your love\nBeen waiting for you love\n\nAnd I know\nYou know\nIt should be me\nThat's loving you\nAnd I know that\nPride collides with beauty",0
6228,DJ_Shadow___Mutual_Slump,sad,"""Mutual Slump  Then I came to America, saw Xanadu\nAnd that's all I wanted to do, rollerskate\n\nFive feet under\n\nDo you feel like Darth Vader?\n\nI was scared, I have to admit, at first\nNever had a cat beforeYou might also like2",1
3433,Blackmores_Night___Diamonds_And_Rust,sad,"""Diamonds and Rust  Well I'll be damned\nHere comes your ghost again\nBut that's not unusual\nIt's just that the moon is full\nAnd you happened to call\n\nAnd here I sit\nMy hand on the telephone\nHearing a voice I'd known\nA couple of light years ago\nHeading straight for a fall\nAs I remember your eyes\nWere bluer than robin's eggs\nMy poetry was lousy you said\nWhere are you calling from?\nA booth in the midwest\n\nTen years ago\nI bought you some cufflinks\nOh, and you brought me something\nWe both know what memories can bring\nThey bring diamonds and rust\n\nWell you burst on the scene\nAlready a legend\nThe unwashed phenomenon\nThe original vagabond\nYou strayed into my arms\n\nAnd there you stayed\nTemporarily lost at sea\nThe Madonna was yours for free\nYes the girl on the half-shell\nCould keep you unharmed\n\nNow I see you standing with leaves falling around and snow in your hair\nNow you're smiling out the window of that hotel over Washington Square\nOur breath comes out white clouds mingles and hangs in the air\nSpeaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there\nYou might also likeNow you're telling me\nYou're not nostalgic\nThen give me another word for it\nYou who are so good with words\nAnd at keeping things vague\n\n'Cause I need some of that vagueness now it's all come back too clearly\nOh, I loved you dearly\nAnd if you're offering me diamonds and rust\nI've already paid\n\nDiamonds and rust\nDiamonds and rust\nDiamonds and rust",1
3193,Bird_York___Remedy,anger,"'Remedy  Wrapped inside you like a diamond\nWaiting for the dark to burn away\nCounting on your heartbeat\'s constant rhythm\nTo carry me back to myself\nAll of my thoughts, like junkyard dogs, guarding scraps of nothing\nFilling my head with senseless things that keep me from you\nBut I found the remedy\nI found the cure for Everything\nTake me into your hands\nHelp me love a world that I don\'t understand\nLying in the grass I listened\nUnderneath a black sky soaked in stars\nTil I heard the sound of my heart spinning\nAll my panic into love\nOut of the fire of false desire\nBeat up but I\'m breathing\nTrying to stay wide awake\nWhile all the world\'s asleep\nChorus\nAnd you\'re taught to want\nAll of life\'s shiny trinkets\nAnd you\'re hoping that they will save you\nBut when it\'s all over\nNone of these things will matter\nAnd you\'ll ask yourself ""did I love?""\nChorusYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
5504,City_High___Caramel,happy,"'', 'default'",0
4342,Britney_Spears___Heaven_On_Earth,happy,"""Heaven on Earth  [Intro]\nYour touch, your taste, your breath, your face\nYour hands, your head, you're sweet, your love\nYour teeth, your tongue, your eye, you're mine\nYour lips, you're fine, you're heaven on Earth\n\n[Verse 1]\nI've waited all my life for you\nMy favorite kiss\nYour perfect skin, your perfect smile\nWaking up and you're next to me I feel you next to me\nWrap me up in your arms and back to sleep\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe palest green I've ever seen, the color of your eyes Lay my head on your chest and drift away\nYou're taking me so far away, one look and you stop time I dream of you and I'm almost half awake\nThe palest green I've ever seen, the color of your eyes You're taking me so far away, one look and you stop—\n\n[Chorus]\nFell in love with you and everything that you are\nNothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you\nWhen you're next to me, it's just like heaven on Earth\nYou're heaven, you're heaven, you're heaven on Earth\nTell me that I'll always be the one that you want\nI don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you\nLook at you and what I see is heaven on Earth\nI'm in love with you I'm in love with you\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nYour breath, your face, your hands, your head\nYou're sweet, your love, your tongue\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'd move across the world for you The world\nJust tell me when, just tell me where\nI'll come to you\nTake me back to that place in time\nImages of you occupy my mind\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nThe palest green I've ever seen, the color of your eyes Far away, but I feel you here with me\nYou're taking me so far away, one look and you stop time\nThe palest green I've ever seen, the color of your eyes Dream of you and you're almost next to me\nYou're taking me so far away, one look and you stop— Yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nFell in love with you and everything that you are\nNothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you\nWhen you're next to me, it's just like heaven on Earth\nYou're heaven, you're heaven, you're heaven on Earth\nTell me that I'll always be the one that you want\nI don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you\nLook at you and what I see is heaven on Earth\nI'm in love with you\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nFall off the edge of my mind\nI fall off the edge of my mind\nI fall off the edge of my mind for you When I just look at you, I feel like I'm gonna jump into heaven and you'll catch me\nI fall off the edge of my mind\nThe palest green I've ever seen, the color of your eyes Catch me if I jump, will you catch me?\nI fall off the edge of my mind for you It's taken me so far\nFor you\n[Chorus]\nFell in love with you and everything that you are Your touch\nNothing I can do, I'm really crazy about you Your taste, your breath, your face, your hands, your head\nWhen you're next to me, it's just like heaven on Earth We're so in love\nYou're Heaven, you're Heaven, you're Heaven on Earth\nTell me that I'll always be the one that you want\nI don't know what I'd do if I ever lose you If I ever\nLook at you and what I see is heaven on Earth You're heaven on Earth\nI'm in love with you So in love\n\n[Outro]\nWe're so in love\nI said, I'm so in love\nI said, I'm so in love with you\nYeah, yeah\nYeah, um-dum5",0
2136,Augie_March___Becoming_Bryn,happy,"""Becoming Bryn  I dreamt I got a snakebite\nJust a dream but upon waking up my head felt light\nMy arm felt tight\n\nWhere the serpent struck\nA mark so faintly\nThere upon me\nWith very little warning the end\n\nAnd if you think that I'm becoming the worst I can become\nYou've got another thing coming baby\nI've a few tricks up my dirty white sleeve\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\nI see that you've got well made hands\nYou're well put together\nYou smell like apples\nTaste like the sea\nAnd in your nature\nA full set of vigors\nI have a vision of you ripely\nHanging from the tree\nSwinging in the orchard breeze\n\nAnd though nobody wants a part of the ritual\nYou could at least keep me an honest vigil\nAnd if you see me rising up through the floor\nWith unblinking eyes\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\n\nI lie awake tonight\nIt's weight upon my chest\nSmell of the well\nUpon the unwell\nVoice from the dark water\nI don't recognise it\n\nThere's a thing that I must do\nA question I should ask\nYou might also likeWho are you, why do you come for me?\nWho are you, why do you come for me?\nWho are you, why do you come for me?\n\nO nobody wants a part of the ritual\nYou could at least keep me an honest vigil\nAnd if you see me coming out the door\nWith a bloody hand\nRun run run run run\nAnd if you see me rising up through the floor\nWith unblinking eyes\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run\nRun run run run run",0
3063,Bill_Haley_and_his_Comets___Rock_Around_The_Clock,happy,"""Rock Around the Clock  [Intro]\nOne, Two, Three O'clock, Four O'clock rock\nFive, Six, Seven O'clock, Eight O'clock rock\nNine, Ten, Eleven O'clock, Twelve O'clock rock\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 1]\nPut your glad rags on and join me hon'\nWe'll have some fun when the clock strikes one\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the clock strikes two, three and four\nIf the band slows down we'll yell for more\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen the chimes ring five, six and seven\nWe'll be right in seventh heaven\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too\nI'll be goin' strong and so will you\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nWhen the clock strikes twelve we'll cool off then\nStart rockin' around the clock again\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight4",0
9171,Five_Iron_Frenzy___Dandelions,happy,"""Dandelions  [Verse]\nIn a field of yellow flowers underneath the sun\nBluest eyes that spark with lightning; boy with shoes undone\nHe is young, so full of hope reveling in tiny dreams\nFilling up his arms with flowers right for giving any queen\n\n[Verse 2]\nRunning to her, beaming bright while cradling his prize\nA flickering of yellow light within his mother's eyes\nShe holds them to her heart keeping them where they'll be safe\nClasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase\n[Chorus 1]\nShe sees love where anyone else would see weeds\nAll hope is found, here is everything he needs\n\n[Verse 3]\nFathomless Your endless mercy weight I could not lift\nWhere do I fit in this puzzle? What good are these gifts?\nNot a martyr or a saint\nScarcely can I struggle through\nAll that I have ever wanted was to give my best to You\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLord search my heart create in me something clean\nDandelions: You see flowers in these weeds\n\n[Bridge]\nGently lifting hands to heaven\nSoftened by the sweetest hush\nA Father sings over His children\nLoving them so very much\nMore than words could warrant\nDeeper than the darkest blue\nMore than sacrifice could merit\nLord, I give my heart to You\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLord search my heart create in me something clean\nDandelions: You see flowers in these weeds\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nLord search my heart create in me something clean\nDandelions: You see flowers in these weeds",0
1562,AntiFlag___Turncoat,happy,"""Turncoat  [Intro]\nTurncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief!\nCriminal with protection of the law\nGo!\n\n[Verse]\nState lies dressed up as evening news\nWe're tired of lies, we want the truth\nBroadcast by corpses courting you\nWe're tired of lies, we want the truth\nMost people, they will never know\nWe're tired of lies, we want the truth\nWith you or against you?\nThen I am against you because you're a...\n[Chorus]\nTurncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief!\nCriminal with protection of the law\nTurncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief!\nCriminal with protection of the law\n\n[Bridge]\nIn your corner\nMakes me wanna\nDouse myself in gasoline\nCivil servants fall in line for you\nToo brainwashed to see the truth\nYou use anyone you can\nWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nTurncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief!\nCriminal with protection of the law\nTurncoat! Killer! Liar! Thief!\nCriminal with protection of\n\n[Outro]\nA killer!\nLiar!\nA turncoat!\nAnd a thief!\nCriminal with protection of the law, the law\nCriminal with protection of the law",0
6903,Derek__The_Dominos___Little_Wing,sad,"""Little Wing  [Instrumental Intro 0:00 - 0:50]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, she's walking through the clouds\nWith a circus mind that's running around\nButterflies and zebras and fairy tales\nThat's all she ever thinks about\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd when I'm sad, she comes to me\nA thousand smiles she gives to me free\nSaid it's all right, take anything you want from me\nAnything you want, babe Anything\n[Instrumental Bridge 1:54 - 3:06]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, she's walking through the clouds\nWith a circus mind that's running around\nButterflies and zebras and fairy tales\nThat's all she ever thinks about\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd when I'm sad, she comes to me\nWith a thousand smiles she gives to me free\nSaid it's all right, take anything you want from me, baby\nAnything you want Anything\n\n[Outro]\nWhoo\nFly on little wing\nBaby, baby\nFly on",1
5866,Counting_Crows___Miami,sad,"""Miami  I guess I think I feel alright\nYou come circling through the light\nThe skyline is bright tonight\nWhat more perfect rendezvous?\nThe sundown paints the shadows through the daylight\nAmy, on what we do\n\nIt looks like darkness to me\nDrifting down into Miami\n\nCan I say I wish that this weather would never leave?\nIt just gets hard to believe\nThat God sent this angel to watch over me\n'Cause my angel, she don't receive my calls\nSays I'm too dumb to fuck\nToo dumb to fight\nToo dumb to save\nWell, maybe I don't need no angel at all\nIt looks like darkness to me, oh\nDrifting down into Miami\nShe could pull the sunlight through me\nComing down into Miami\n\nMake a circle in the sand\nMake a halo with your hands\nI'll make a place for you to land\n\nThe bus is running\nIt's time to leave\nThis summer’s gone and so are we\nSo come on baby\nLet's go shut it down in New OrleansSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79",1
3251,Björk___All_Is_Full_of_Love,sad,"""All Is Full of Love  [Verse 1]\nYou'll be given love\nYou'll be taken care of\nYou'll be given love\nYou have to trust it\n\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe not from the sources\nYou have poured yours\nMaybe not from the directions\nYou are staring at\n[Verse 3]\nTwist your head around\nIt's all around you\nAll is full of love\nAll around you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll is full of love\nYou just ain't receiving\nAll is full of love\nYour phone is off the hook\nAll is full of love\nYour doors are shut\nAll is full of love\n\n[Chorus]\nAll is full of love, all is full of love\nAll is full of love, all is full of love\nAll is full of love\nAll is full of love, all is full of love\nAll is full of love\nAll is full of love\nAll is full of love\nAll is full of loveSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like29",1
5446,Chubby_Checker___Limbo_Rock,happy,"""Limbo Rock  Every limbo boy and girl\nAll around the limbo world\nGonna do the limbo rock\nAll around the limbo clock\n\nJack be limbo, Jack be quick\nJack go under limbo stick\nAll around the limbo clock\nHey, let's do the limbo rock, ha ha ha\n\nLimbo lower now\nLimbo lower now\nHow low can you go?\nFirst you spread your limbo feet\nThen you move to limbo beat\nLimbo ankle, limbo knee\nBend back like a limbo tree\n\nJack be limbo, Jack be quick\nJack go under limbo stick\nAll around the limbo clock\nHey, let's do the limbo rock, oh ha ha ha\n\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\n\nGet yourself a limbo girl\nGive that chick a limbo whirl\nThere's a limbo moon above\nYou will fall in limbo love\n\nJack be limbo, Jack be quick\nJack go under limbo stick\nAll around the limbo clock\nHey, let's do the limbo rock, oh ho ho ho\n\nDon't move that limbo bar\nYou'll be limbo star\nHow low can you go?You might also like1",0
3866,Bon_Jovi___Ill_Sleep_When_Im_Dead,calm,"""TranslationsPortuguêsI’ll Sleep When I’m Dead  [Verse 1]\nSeven days of Saturday is all that I need\nGot no use for Sunday because I don't rest in peace\nDon't need no Mondays or the rest of the week\nI spend a lot of time in bed but baby I don't like to sleep, no\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI won't lie to you\nI'm never going to cry to you\nI'll probably drive you wild eight days a week\n[Chorus]\nUntil I'm six feet under, baby I don't need a bed\nGonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nUntil they roll me over and lay my bones to rest\nGonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo you're looking for some action, I got got everything you need\nBetter keep your motor running, because I was built for speed\nThis ain't no slumber party, got no time for catching z's\nIf they say that that ain't healthy, well then living's a disease\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe're never going to die baby\nCome on let me drive you crazy\nWe'll make every night another New Year's Eve\n\n[Chorus]\nUntil I'm six feet under, baby I don't need a bed\nGonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nUntil they roll me over and lay my bones to rest\nGonns live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nSleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead\nGonna live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\n\n[Guitar Solo]\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSeven days of Saturday is all that I need\nGot no use for Sunday, because I don't rest in peace\nI was born to live, you know I wasn't born to die\nBut if they party down in heaven, I'll be sure to be on time\n\n[Chorus]\nUntil I'm six feet under, baby I don't need a bed\nGonna  live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nUntil they roll me over and lay my bones to rest\nGonna  live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\n\n[Outro]\nI feel like I'm exploding, going out of my head\nGonna  live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nUntil I'm six feet under and they lay my bones to rest\nGonna  live while I'm alive, I'll sleep when I'm dead\nSleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead\nGonna live while I'm alive, sleep when I'm dead",2
4146,Bratmobile___Stab,sad,"""Stab  You want to shut me out\nYou got to shut me up\nYou want to shut me in\nYou shut me in!\n\nYou want to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nStab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou want to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou want to shut me out\nYou try to shut me out\nYou always cut me off\nYou shut me off!\n\nStab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou like to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou got to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\n\nYou know where I've been\nYou want to stick it in\nYou wanna tie me up\nYou fucked me up!\n\nYou want to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nStab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou want to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou want to stab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nStab me\nAnd fuck the wounds\nYou might also likeYou say it's all a joke\nBut I know you mean it",1
5768,Common___The_People,sad,"""The People  [Produced by Kanye West]\n[Intro]\nLouder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder\nLouder, louder, yeah\nLouder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder\nLouder, louder, yeah\nYeah, it's for the people\n\n[Refrain: Common]\nThis is street radio, for unsung hero\nRiding in they regal, trying to stay legal\nMy daughter found Nemo, I found the new Preemo\n'Ye, you know how we do, we do it for the people\n[Verse 1: Common]\nAnd the struggle of the brothas and the folks\nWith lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes\nScuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times was harder\nWent from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr\nWhy white folk focus on dogs and yoga?\nWhile people on the low end tryna ball and get over\n  are like liquor for the fallen soldiers\nFrom the bounce to the ounce, it's all our culture\nEveryday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims\nLaw, we ain't trusting them, thick broads, we lust in them\nSick and tired of punching it, I look on the bus at them\nWhen I see 'em struggling, I think how I'm touching them\nThe people\n\n[Hook: Dwele]\nThe days have come\nNow we are one\nJust take your time\nAnd then you'll find\n\n[Refrain: Common]\nThis is street radio, for unsung hero\nRiding in they regal, trying to stay legal\nMy daughter found Nemo, I found the new Preemo\n'Ye, you know how we do, we do it for the people\nYou might also like[Verse 2: Common]\nThe people said that I was sharp on TV\nAt the Grammy's, though they tried to India.Arie me\nGot back stage, and I bumped into Stevie\nHe said no matter what, the people gon' see me\nCan't leave rap alone the streets need me\nHunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me\nInside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me\nNobody believe, until I believe me\nNow I'm on the rise doing business with my guys\nVisions realize, music affected lives\nA gift from the skies, to be recognized\nI'm keeping my eyes on the people, that's the prize\n\n[Hook: Dwele]\nThe days have come\nNow we are one\nJust take your time\nAnd then you'll find\n\n[Refrain: Common]\nThis is street radio, for unsung hero\nRiding in they regal, trying to stay legal\nMy daughter found Nemo, I found the new Preemo\n'Ye, you know how we do, we do it for the people\n[Verse 3: Common]\nFrom Englewood to a single hood in Botswana\nI see the I in We, my nigga, yours is my drama\nStanding in front of the judge with no honor\nMy raps ignite the people like Obama\nThe karma of the streets is needs and takes\nSometimes we find peace in beats and breaks\nPut the bang in the back so the seats can shake\nRebel Cadillac music for the people's sake\nThe People\n\n[Hook: Dwele]\nThe days have come\nNow we are one\nJust take your time\nAnd then you'll find15",1
5032,Catamenia___Coldbound,anger,"""Coldbound  Here they come, the tides of coldness\nOn the waves, rides sons of darkness\n\nNow it's time, to redeem bloody revenge\nWings of hate, shall carry out predictions\nThey take away, lands of ancestors\nThey make you pay, belch you to the lost\n\nBow before the Coldbound...\n\nTorn of death, wipes away your future\nLay down blade, useless resistance\nFinal pray, face the hell of destruction\nForget life, approve your devastation\nClose your eyes, feel us arrive with rage\nNow we're here, standing at your gates\nWe take what's ours, we take it all away\nWe crush your soul and watch how you fall\n\nBow before the Coldbound...\n\nTorn of death, wipes away your future\nLay down blade, useless resistance\nFinal pray, face the hell of destruction\nForget life, approve your devastation",3
578,Akon___Dont_Matter,sad,"""Don’t Matter  [Intro]\nKonvict, Konvict, Konvict\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n[Verse 1]\nNobody wanna see us together\nNobody thought we'd last forever\nI feel I'm hopin' and prayin'\nThings between us gon' get better\nMen steady comin' after you\nWomen steady comin' after me\nSeems like everybody wanna go for self\nAnd don't wanna respect boundaries\nTellin' you all those lies\nJust to get on yo' side\nBut I must admit there was a couple secrets I held inside\nJust know that I try to always apologize\nBut I'ma have you first, always in my heart to keep you satisfied\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nGot every right to wanna leave\nGot every right to wanna go\nGot every right to hit the road\nAnd never talk to me no mo'\nYou don't even have to call\nEven check for me at all\n'Cause the way I've been actin' lately has been off the wall\nEspecially towards you, puttin' girls before you\nAnd they watchin' everything I been doin' just to hurt you\nMost of it just ain't true and they won't show you\nHow much of a queen you are to me and why I love you, baby\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Bridge]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause I got you, babe\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n'Cause we gon' fight, oh, yes, we gon' fight We gon' fight\nBelieve we gon' fight We gon' fight\nFight for our right to love, yeah Right to love, yeah\nNobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no\n'Cause I got you, babe\n\n[Outro]\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh\n'Cause I got you, babe\nOh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh34",1
977,Altered_Images___I_Could_Be_Happy,happy,"'I Could Be Happy  [Verse 1]\nI would like to climb high in a tree\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nOr go to Skye on my holiday\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nMaybe swim a mile down the Nile\nI could be happy, I could be happy\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll of these things I do\nAll of these things I do\nTo get away from you\n[Chorus]\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nEscape from you?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI would like to climb high in a tree\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nOr go to Skye on my holiday\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nMaybe swim a mile down the Nile\nI could be happy, I could be happy\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll of these things I do\nAll of these things I do\nTo get away from you\n\n[Chorus]\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nEscape from you?\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI would like to climb high in a tree\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nOr go to Skye on my holiday\nI could be happy, I could be happy\nMaybe swim a mile down the Nile\nI could be happy, I could be happy\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nGet away, run away, far away\nHow do I\nEscape from you?1Embed', 'default'",0
9237,Flogging_Molly___The_Story_so_Far,sad,"""The Story So Far  You always had what you wanted\nSo leave it behind\nAnd if the glass isn't broken\nThen the future's not blind\n\nAll that you know\nMeans nothing to you\nBut it's the loss of control\nShatters the truth\n\nCause the story so far is already here\nWe've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears\nBut life cuts to pieces till the wounds hold no secrets\nMakes it all who you are\nLove craves self destruction\nIt's a blizzard in hand\nYou lay your cards on the table\nBut you're not in command\n\nSo burn with the fire\nYou so eagerly lit\nWatch the flames flicker higher\nSay I don't care about me\n\nCause the story so far is already here\nWe've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears\nBut life cuts to pieces till the wounds hold no secrets\nMakes it all who you are\n\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\n\nThough it's bitter, the pill\nThat you swallow to feel\nI don't care what I lost\nI just thank God I'm alive\n\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also likeThat's the story so far",1
1678,Aqua___We_Belong_To_The_Sea,happy,"""We Belong to the Sea  [Verse 1]\nTake me to the ocean blue\nLet me dive right into\nAnything I'll ever capture\nYou can wait up all night\nWaiting for wrong or right\nI always knew where I had you\nYou can lie on my waves\nYou can sleep in my caves\nLiving on the edge of peace\nKnowing that water can freeze\nDo you still want me to open?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on into my waves\nYou can sleep in my caves\nLet me know that you will hold me\nTill the tides take my soul\n\n[Chorus]\nWe belong to the sea\nTo the waves you and me\nLiving in the ocean so blue\nWe belong to the sea\nOpen wide being free\nA minute everlasting with you\nAnd as soon as it stops\nWe'll all be a drop\nComing down on your wide open sea\n\n[Verse 2]\nCan you wash me away\nWill you dry me one day\nTake me to the place where I came from\nIf I had an open heart\nWould you tear that apart?\nWhy do I feel that you're lonesome?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on into my waves\nYou can sleep in my caves\nLet me know that you will hold me\nTill the tides take my soul\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWe belong to the sea\nTo the waves you and me\nLiving in the ocean so blue\nWe belong to the sea\nOpen wide being free\nA minute everlasting with you\nAnd as soon as it stops\nWe'll all be a drop\nComing down on your wide open sea\n\n[Bridge]\nThere's a thunder inside me\nThat your silence will kill\nAnd I know that you forced me\nTo get rid of...\n\n[Chorus]\nWe belong to the sea What I feel, oh, yeah\nTo the waves you and me Oh, oh\nLiving in the ocean so blue\nWe belong to the sea\nOpen wide being free\nA minute everlasting with you Ooh, ooh\nAnd as soon as it stops\nWe'll all be a drop\nComing down on your wide open sea\nOoh, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh",0
3482,Blink182___The_Party_Song,happy,"""The Party Song  [Intro: Mark Hoppus]\nHere you go, motherfuckers!\n\n[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nDo you wanna come to a party?\nMy friends picked me up in a truck at 11:30\nThis thing's at a frat house, but people are cool there\nReluctant, I followed, but I never dreamed there\nWould be someone there who would catch my attention\nI wasn't out searching for love or affection\nSo I payed my three in and the girls got in free\nShined the beer for tequila and we headed into the party\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nAnd then, in the backyard, some terrible ska band\nSomeone in the background was doing a keg stand\nThis place is so lame, all these girls look the same\nAll these guys have no game, I wished I would've stayed\nIn my bed back at home, watching TV alone\nWhere I'd put on some porn, or have sex on the phone\nFar from people I hate down from anywhere State\nTrying to intoxicate girls to give them head after the party\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Mark Hoppus]\nAnd then I saw her standing there\nWith green eyes and long blonde hair\nShe wasn't wearing underwear\nAt least I prayed that\nShe might be the one\nMaybe we'd have some fun\nMaybe we'd watch the sun rise\nBut that night, I learned some girls try too hard\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus  & Tom DeLonge]\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nSome girls try too hard\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nAnd some girls try too hard to impress\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nWith the way that they dress\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nWith those things on their chests\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nAnd the things they suggest to me\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nYou might also like[Verse 3: Mark Hoppus]\nI couldn't believe what this lady was saying\nThe names she was dropping, the games she was playing\nShe dated this guy who now rides for Black Flys\nHow she's down with the wise well-constructed disguise\nNow I'd rather go dateless than stay here and hate this\nHer volume of makeup, her fake tits were tasteless\nSo I said I'd call her, but never would bother\nUntil I got turned down by another girl at a party\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Mark Hoppus]\nSo when you see her standing there\nWith green eyes and long blonde hair\nShe won't be wearing underwear\nAnd you'll discover\nThis girl's not the one\nAnd she'll never be fun\nYou should just turn and run\nBecause you'll find out that some girls try too hard\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus & Tom DeLonge]\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nSome girls try too hard\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nAnd some girls try too hard to impress\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nWith the way that they dress\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nWith those things on their chests\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\nAnd the things they suggest to me\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na\n[Outro: Mark Hoppus & Tom DeLonge]\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nSome girls try too hard\nDuh-na-na, duh-na-na, duh-na-na\nSome girls try too hard6",0
2952,Beulah___Night_Is_the_Day_Turned_Inside_Out,sad,"""Night is the Day Turned Inside Out  [Verse 1]\nSlow, and I can't wait\nAs the day turns inside out\nAnd night falls on you darling, darling\nIt falls on me too\nAnd I'm tired, and I can't sleep\nBut I try, so I can dream, you know\nForever's a while and tomorrow's still a night away\nAnd it's late, and I just wanna go home\n\n[Verse 2]\nI fly over the sea\nAnd the planes, I see you\nHanging on the wing darling, darling\nHolding onto me\nPassed out in my room\nYour breath is sunny and warm, you know\nForever's a while and tomorrow's still cold and gray\nAnd it's late and I just wanna go home\n[Verse 3]\nDon't say you'll miss me 'cause I know that you miss me\nYou keep blowing me kisses over the phone\nAnd don't say you'll leave me, 'cause I know you won't leave me\nYou know it took years for you to stay\nI don't love you to death, but I'd die if you left\nFrom state to state, you know I'd race\nBut nobody knows which exit is yours\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 4]\nThere is a place in the red light district\nOf your heart that I used to visit\nIt's been boring, I can't afford it anymore",1
6176,Cypress_Hill___No_Rest_For_The_Wicked,sad,"'No Rest for the Wicked  [Intro]\n""Bitch-ass motherfucka! Peter Pie ass nigga! Stand on your own two feet, bitch! How the fuck you gon\' bite somebody else\'s dick, nigga? Yours ain\'t long enough to put in your mouth, punk! What\'s up with that shit?""\nBackground: ""\'Turn that shit up louder!\'""\n""Muggs, make it rough.""\n\n[Verse 1: B-Real]\nSo many fools swingin\' from my sack\nLet\'s talk about the one who had my back!\nDown in the west coast, so lemme kick it\nTo the motherfucker who calls himself ""wicked""\nNo rest, no peace, no sleep\nDoughboy rolling down the hill \'cause it\'s so steep\nJackson... lemme figure out the name\nJack cause you be stealing other niggas\' game! Lying-ass motherfucker!\nBut I\'m the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with\nOn my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!\nGo on the head, gobble up the nuts\nGet your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up!\nTalk about Eazy, correct yourself\nCube, better step back and check yourself!\n[Interlude]\n""Yeah, nigga! My homie thought he had a homie in you. He let you listen to our motherfuckin\' cut, and you turned around and put some old ""Friday"" shit out. What kind of shit is that?""\n\n[Verse 2: B-Real]\nHmmm... let\'s talk about this\nFirst solo album on the east coast dick\nThe east coast niggas all showed ya love\nEspecially the one known as King Sun\nHe tried to warn us niggas about ya\nBut nobody would listen\nEven began dissin\'\nTwo albums later, you callin\' my crew\nAll because you wanna be Cypress Cube No way, motherfucker!\nShoulda known you couldn\'t hang in the alley\nGood boy went to school out in the valley\nFuck it, lemme make this understood\nSpeakin\' on mama\'s little Boy N the Hood\nNo Vaseline\nJust a rope and a chair and gasoline burning your ass up!\nLench Mob is a friend of mine\nBut you talk about them niggas from behind\n""You know what a chazzer is, O\'Shea?\nA motherfucking pig that don\'t fly straight""\nWhere ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?\nTaadow! Look at who\'s waiting outside! Cypress, motherfucker!\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like[Interlude]\n""I got a can of kick-ass wit\' your motherfuckin\' name on it, Cube. You wanna come collect it, or should I bring it to you? \'Cause all that bullshit you doin\', ain\'t shit fly about that shit... motherfuckin\' thing, and I ain\'t bullshittin\'. You need to back the fuck off, and that\'s real. Kick rocks buster!""\n\n[Verse 3: B-Real]\nNatural Born Bullshitta\nLemme hit ya with a dose of reality when I get wit\' ya\nYour homie came knockin\', he had to chain my suit\nYou put a pipe on your cover, even though you don\'t smoke Buddha\nLet me take you down under on a plane\nWhere everybody was going insane\nTook a look at the Real one: afro gone\nThe next morning, you didn\'t have yours on\nHow many ways will you bite my shit?\nWould ya wet me or start throwing up a set?\nCaution, when you enter the zone\nNever used to bang \'til you heard the microphone Studio gangsta!\nI got Cube melting in a Tray\nPulling up his card and fucking up his ""good day""\nUnoriginal rap veteran...\nThe nigga who say he don\'t steal from his friends ""I don\'t steal from my friends!""\nDon\'t trust that nigga named O\'Shea\nFuck him, and send him on his way!\n\n[Outro]\nCypress muthafuckin\' Hill, the hardest mothafuckin\' posse there is out here, nigga. So how d\'you figure you was gonna step to this? Yeah nigga, the big damn-wham-bam Cypress Hill, tibby-tibby-toe fool, all for your mothafuckin\' dope! Nigga, you can\'t hang with the Hill! What the fuck you was thinkin\' about? You know you step to this, you gotta step correct, \'cause Cypress ain\'t havin\' that shit. Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck? So bring it on, if you wanna test it!3Embed', 'default'",1
3920,Bonnie_Tyler___Total_Eclipse_Of_The_Heart,sad,"'', 'default'",1
8884,Fantasia___Good_Lovin,calm,"'Good Lovin’  [Verse 1]\nOne sunny, sunny morning\nWhen my man\'s right by my side\nHeld me closely, so close I felt love inside\nIt\'s like paradise when he called me his favorite girl\nAnd for sure, he’s my favorite boy\nAnd I’ll be there when he needs me\nTo be like no other woman gives you joy\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Cause I’ll give him\nGood love to you\nSweet love to you\nSweet love\nThere when you say\nThere when you say\nGotta do for you\nGotta do for you\nHold onto you\nHold on to you\nRight here for you\nOoh\nGood lovin\'\nGood love to you\nGood love to you\nSweet love to you\nSweet love\nThere when you say\nI’m there, I’m there\nGotta do for you\nGotta do for you\nHold onto you\nHold on to you\nRight here for you\nRight here, oh\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you come home from work baby baby\nI’ll be here to run your bath\nYou ain\'t gotta ask me once I want this stuff to last\nIt’s the least I can do for you\nI’m here till the day we die, boy\n\'Cause this feeling is so real to me\nYou’re my lover, my friend and it\'s more than I dreamed\nSo I’m right here to give you\n\n[Chorus]\nSo all I wanna do is give you\nGood love to you\nSweet love\nSweet love to you\nThere when you say\nThere when you say\nI gotta do for you\nGotta do for you\nHold on\nHold on to you\nRight here\nRight here for you\nI’ll be right here for you baby\nWhen you need me, just call me, sweet love\nGood love to you\nOh yeah\nSweet love to you\nThere when he say\nThere when he say\nI gotta do for you\nGotta do for you\nI gotta hold onto you\nHold on to you\nI’m right here for you\nRight here\nOhh\nI’ll give good, I’ll give good, I’ll give good\nI’ll give good love to you\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI’m willing to share my world\nSaid, ""I’m willing to share my world with you baby, baby, baby, baby""\nFor my man I’ll give you the world\nSaid, ""I’ll give you the world and I’ll tell everybody, I’m not ashamed""\nYou’re my man and I’m your girl\nI’m your girl baby, whatever you need\nMore than willing to share my whole world\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby\n\n[Chorus]\nGood love to you\nSweet love to you\nSweet love\nThere when you say\nI gotta do for you\nI gotta do for you, baby\nHold onto you\nRight here for you\nSaid, ""I get so happy inside, yeah, yeah""\nGood love to you\nOh, baby\nSweet love to you\nCan\'t you tell?\nThere when you say\nI’m there, I’m there\nGotta do for you\nSaid, ""I gotta do""\nHold on to you\nHey, yeah, yeah\nRight here for you\nI gotta hold onto you baby\nBecause I love you yeah\nSaid, ""I gotta go now""Embed', 'default'",2
3658,Blue_Oyster_Cult___Fire_Of_Unknown_Origin,happy,"""Fire of Unknown Origin  [Verse 1: Eric Bloom]\nDeath comes sweepin' through the hallway\nLike a lady's dress\nDeath comes drivin' down the highway\nIn its Sunday best\n\n[Chorus: Eric Bloom]\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby away\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby away\n[Verse 2: Eric Bloom]\nSwept her up and off my wavelength\nSwallowed her up\nLike the ocean in a fire\nSo thick and grey\n\n[Chorus: Eric Bloom]\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby away\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby away\n\n[Bridge]\nWuh uh...\nWuh uh...\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3: Eric Bloom]\nDeath comes driving, I can't do nothing!\nDeath goes\nThere must be something, there must be something\nThat remains\n\n[Bridge]\nThere must be something, there must be something\nYou might also like[Chorus: Eric Bloom]\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby away\nA fire of unknown origin\nTook my baby, took my baby away...2",0
4230,Brian_Hyland___Sealed_With_A_Kiss,sad,"""Sealed with a Kiss  Intro\n\nThough we gotta say goodbye for the summer\nDarling I promise you this\nI'll send you all my love every day in a letter\nSealed with a kiss\n\nYes it's gonna be a cold lonely summer\nBut I'll fill the emptiness\nI'll send you all my dreams every day in a letter\nSealed with a kiss\nI'll see you in the sunlight\nI'll hear your voice everywhere\nI'll run to tenderly hold you\nBut darling you won't be there\n\nI don't want to say goodbye for the summer\nKnowing the love we'll miss\nOh let us make a pledge to meet in September\nAnd seal it with a kiss\n\nYes it's gonna be a cold lonely summer\nBut I'll fill the emptiness\nI'll send you all my love every day in a letter\nSealed with a kiss\nSealed with a kiss\nSealed with a kissYou might also like2",1
1706,Arab_Strap___There_Is_No_Ending,sad,"""There Is No Ending  [Verse 1]\nNot everything must end\nNot every romance must descend\nNot every lover's pact decays\nNot every sad mistake replays\n\nIf you can love my growing gut\nMy rotten teeth and greying hair\nThen I can guarantee I'll do\nThe same as long as you can bear\nIf you love my little poofy hands\nMy skinny arms and reeking feet\nThe way I dance, the way I eat\nIf you love the morning spots I try\nAnd squeeze before you're up to see\nEach torn ankle, each weak knee\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut still my moods must swing\nTo solitude I must still cling\nAnd you won't love me every day\nAnd suffer many a display\n\nBut plates may smash and doors may slam\nMy comments may be less than kind\nBut that won't mean I've changed my mind\nI'm a huffy prick the best of times\nI love to sulk and shout and squeal\nBut please don't doubt the way I feel\nCause when the Sun burns up the earth\nOur progeny will raise a can\nHere's to where it all began\nAnd every day I hear the world\nIs cracking up, the end is near\nI hear we all should live in fear\nYou might also like[Outro]\nBullies, burglers, paedophiles\nBird flu and passive smoke\nThey're coming!\nVolcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves\nHeart disease and strokes\nThey're coming!\nTerrorists with homemade poisons\nFactions everywhere\nThey're coming!\nThey're drinking in the street\nAnd they could steal your name\nAnd I don't care!1",1
7691,Echobelly___Car_Fiction,happy,"'Car Fiction  In a taxi chasing for the sun\nAll around us strangers everyone\nWith no hope for what they hope for\nWe could drive all of our tears away\n\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho\nIn a taxi ride that ends too soon\nThe city skyline tries to kick the moon\nWe have no time for what they wait for\nWe can drive all of our tears away\n\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho\n\nYou and I against the walled in generation\nYou and I could kick the walls away\nWe have no time for what they wait for\nWe can run fast we can run far\n\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh ho run run away\nMaybe we could run away\nOh oh hoYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4086,Brand_New___Jesus_Christ,sad,"""Jesus Christ  [Verse 1]\nJesus Christ, that's a pretty face\nThe kind you'd find on someone that could save\nIf they don't put me away\nWell, it’ll be a miracle\nDo you believe you're missing out?\nThat everything good is happening somewhere else\nBut with nobody in your bed\nThe night's hard to get through\n\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd I will die all alone\nAnd when I arrive I won’t know anyone\n[Verse 2]\nWell, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again\nSo what did you do those three days you were dead?\n'Cause this problem's gonna last\nMore than the weekend\nWell, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die\nBut I’m a little bit scared of what comes after\nDo I get the gold chariot?\nDo I float through the ceiling?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nDo I divide and pull apart?\n'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark\nAnd this ship went down in sight of land\nAnd at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?\n\n[Bridge]\nI know you're coming in the night like a thief\nBut I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique\nI know you think that I’m someone you can trust\nBut I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up\nSo do you think that we could work out a sign?\nSo I’ll know it's you, and that it's over so I won't even try\nI know you're coming for the people like me\nBut we all got wood and nails\nWe turn, turn out hate in factories\nYeah, we all got wood and nails\nWe turn, turn out hate in factories\nWe all got wood and nails\nAnd we sleep inside of this machine\nYou might also like[Instrumental Outro]64",1
7496,Dr_Buzzards_Original_Savannah_Band___Cherchez_La_Femme__Se_Si_Bon,happy,"'Whispering/Cherchez La Femme/Se Si Bon  [Verse 1]\nTommy Mottola lives on the road\nHe lost his lady two months ago\nMaybe he\'ll find her\nMaybe he won\'t\nOh no, never, no, no, no\nHe sleeps in the back Of his big grey Cadillac\nOh, my honey\nBlowing his mind on cheap grass and wine\nOh, ain\'t it crazy, baby, hey\nI guess you could say, hey hey Guess you could say\nLa femme fatale, La Belle bien sur\nThis man has learnt his lesson\nOh-oh, hey, hey\nNow he\'s alone Now he\'s alone\nHe\'s got no woman and no home\nFor misery oh-ho\nCherchez la femme\n[Verse 2]\nMiggie, Miggie Bonija\'s very upset\nShe\'s sick and tired of bein\' in debt\nTired of roaches Tired of roaches\nAnd tired of rats Tired of rats\nI know she is, oh-oh oh oh oh oh\nSo her noble man says\n""Baby I understand"" oh my honey\nNow he\'s working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars\nOh, ain\'t it crazy, baby, yeah\nNow she complains Now she complains\nThat her man is never present, no\nSo she goes next door\nI know that she\'s just playing the whore\nHey! For misery, my friends\nCherchez la femme\n\nThey\'ll tell you a lie with a colgate smile\nHey baby\nLove you one second and hate you the next\nOh, no ain\'t it crazy, yeah\n\nAll I can say, hey hey\nOf one thing I am certain\nThey\'re all the same\nAll the sluts and the saints\nFor misery, my friends\nCherchez la femme\nYou might also likeHey, now\nCherchez la femme1Embed', 'default'",0
8770,FM_Static___Flop_Culture,happy,"'Flop Culture  [Verse 1]\nWhen I was young I used to turn up the bass and\nRock out to Billie Jean and Thriller in my basement\nWhen Michael Jackson was a pop sensation\nEvery second song on the radio station\nRemember Axle telling us to have patience\nAnd records sold without any affiliation\nWhen William hung and music still had no relation\nSomeone tell Janet bring back the rhythm nation\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo gloves, no zipper coats\nNo more yellow submarines or kokomos\nIf we could ask Luther Vandross\nI bet he\'d wonder the same\n[Chorus]\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson?\nAnd MTV traded music for acting\nAvril Lavigne\'s on the cover of Maxim\nWoah, woah, woah\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAnd theres a million other people with a lot on their mind\nBut for me I\'m not the type to let a good thing die\nIf we could bring The Beatles back to rock it one more time\nWe could turn this mess around, one beat at a time\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I was young I used to turn up my headphones\nAnd flip through the pages of the Ro-oh-lling Stone\nUsed to turn it up to 10 on my drive home\nWith Mick Jagger singing ""its only rock-n-roll""\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNo gloves, no zipper coats\nJust rock stars eating their filet mignon\nWhere did Van Halen put guitar solos\nI bet they\'d wonder the same\n\n[Chorus]\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson?\nAnd MTV traded music for acting\nAvril Lavigne\'s on the cover of Maxim\nWoah woah woah\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson\nAnd bands reuniting just to get a reaction\nBritney shoulda never covered satisfaction\nNo no woah\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nAnd there\'s a million other people with a lot on their mind\nBut for me I\'m not the type to let a good thing die\nIf we could bring The Beatles back to rock it one more time\nWe could turn this mess around, one beat at a time\n\n[Bridge]\nYou\'re killin\' me softly with this whole Mirage\nAnd replace the music with Hydraulic cars\nI\'d trade my first favorite Old fashioned guitar\nIf we could retrace the steps we\'ve made so far\n\n[Chorus]\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson?\nAnd MTV traded music for acting\nAvril Lavigne\'s on the cover of Maxim\nWoah, woah, woah\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson?\nAnd MTV traded music for acting\nAvril Lavigne\'s on the cover of Maxim\nWoah, woah, woah\nCan ya tell me what happened to Michael Jackson\nAnd bands reuniting just to get a reaction\nBritney shoulda never covered satisfaction\nNo no woah\nNo no woahEmbed', 'default'",0
5492,City_And_Colour___Forgive_me,sad,"""Forgive Me  I'll cross my heart and hope to die\nBefore I have the chance to lie\nTo you, my dear, who I wish no harm\nBut I know in the end this will turn out wrong\nSee I've been known to fall in love\nBut sometimes love just is not enough\nAnd my heart will stray before too long\nSo please forgive me for when I sing this songSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like4",1
5138,Charlie_Winston___In_Your_Hands,happy,"'In Your Hands  Mother\nI\'ve gotta get out of here\nSo I can save our family\nFrom this poverty\nAnd when I make my money\nI\'ll send it back to you\n\nFather\nGive me strength, I pray\nI have to end this misery\nIt\'s causing too much pain\nI\'m gonna look for richer lands\nWhere the money\'s made\nI\'m gonna put my whole World\nIn your hands\nI have to put my whole World\nIn your hands\nIn your hands\n\nMister\nPlease let me work somehow\nYou\'ve kept me waiting 18 months\nAnd still I\'m not allowed\nAnd every time you promise me:\n""Not much longer now""\n\nI\'ve had to put my whole world\nIn your hands\nI\'m gonna put my whole world\nIn your hands\nIn your hands\n\nHey, hey, oho\nListen, listen to me\n\nMister! Mister! You say you\'re trying\nBut don\'t you know my brother\'s dying\nYou say ""it won\'t be long""\nBut why am I so cursed\nFor where I am born?\nI know\nYou might also likeYou\'ve got my whole world\nIn your hands\nI\'ve had to put my whole world\nIn your hands\nI\'m gonna put my whole world\nIn your hands\nI\'ve had to put my whole world\nIn your hands\nIn your hands1Embed', 'default'",0
4283,Bright_Eyes___Another_Travelin_Song_Album_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0
8280,Emma_Bunton___A_Girl_Like_Me,happy,"""A Girl Like Me  [Intro]\nWhat you get is what you see\nLet me tell you basically\nThis is how it's gotta be\nCan't - with a girl like me\nCan't change my destiny\nSo if you wanna get next to me\nGotta treat me faithfully\nCan't - with a girl like me\n\n[Verse 1]\nTwo o' clock, I'm all alone\nHear you on the telphone\nTelling me another line\nSaid that you'd be working late\nAsking me if I could wait\nRun that by me one more time\n[Pre Chorus]\nKeep me hanging on the line\nBut you're running out of time\nMight have been a fool for love, but I'm not blind\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you're looking for a play thing\nEvery other day thing\nI am not the one for you\nI'm not looking for a part time\nGive me half your heart and\nTell me what you're gonna do\n\n[Post Chorus]\nLook into my eyes, let me tell you one more time\nI need everything, that's how it's gonna be\nWith a girl like me\nWith a girl like me\n\n[Verse 2]\nBroken rings and promises\nGotta be much more than this\nI don't have to compromise\nBeen around enough to know\nWhen it's time to let it go\nDo I have to say goodbye\nYou might also like[Pre Chorus]\nGonna make it clear to you\nOnly one thing left to do\nBetter understand cos every word is true\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you're looking for a play thing\nEvery other day thing\nI am not the one for you yeah yeah\nI'm not looking for a part time\nGive me half your heart and\nTell me what you're gonna do\n\n[Post Chorus]\nLook into my eyes, let me tell you one more time\nI need everything, that's how it's gonna be\nWith a girl like me oh yeah\nWith a girl like me yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\n\nYeah yeah yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat you get is what you see\nLet me tell you basically\nThis is how it's gotta be\nCan't - with a girl like me with a girl like me\nCan't change my destiny\nSo if you wanna get next to me\nGotta treat me faithfully\nCan't - with a girl like me\n[Pre Chorus]\nGonna make it clear to you\nOnly one thing left to do\nBetter understand cos every word is true\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you're looking for a play thing\nEvery other day thing\nI am not the one for you yeah yeah\nI'm not looking for a part time\nGive me half your heart and\nTell me what you're gonna do\n\n[Post Chorus]\nLook into my eyes, let me tell you one more time\nI need everything, that's how it's gonna be\nWith a girl like me that how it's gotta be\nWith a girl like me yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\n\n[Outro]\nYeah yeah yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\nOh-yeah\nYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah\nYeah yeah yeah",0
7785,Eels___World_of_Shit,sad,"'World of Shit  In this world of shit\nBaby, you are it\nA little light that shines all over\nMust take over and see us through the night\n\nDaddy was a troubled genius\nMama was a real good egg\nWhy don\'t we just get together\nFor whatever and see if it\'s all right\n\nI spent so many days just starin\' at the haze\nI think that\'s a book that I don\'t have to write again\nAnd when I rise, I shine; I\'ve got you on my mind\nAnd the question isn\'t, ""if"", the question is merely ""when""\nBaby, I confess\nI am quite a mess\nSo let\'s get married and make some people\nMore than equal in this world of shit\n\nI will make a pledge\nTo get down off the ledge\nYou and I belong together\nAnd forever we will have our lifeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7042,Diablo___DAMIEN,anger,"""Damien  [Verse 1]\nYou take what you can and some more\nYou take more than they can give\nMe, myself and I\nThat is the only way you know\n\nYou are the devil in disguise\nThe prayer in neon lights\nYou've always tried to take your chance\nOf someone else's misery\n[Pre-Chorus]\nInside you the hunger never sleeps\nYou're always, you're always gaining more sympathy\nYou're something, something that makes me creep\nYou're now reaching supremacy\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou don't know the word called shame\nYou don't even have a clue\nI just wish that someone\nWould shut your face for good\n\nHow low can you go with this\nYou sleazy son of a bitch\nYou've crossed the line of decency\nBut in the end we'll enjoy your tragedy\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nInside you the hunger never sleeps\nYou're always, you're always gaining more sympathy\nYou're something, something that makes me creep\nYou're always gaining more sympathy\nReaching supremacy\n\n[Chorus]\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe philosopher who is lost\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe bitterness and broken trust\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe prophet blinded by lust\nGod only sees, God only\nYou might also like[Solo]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nInside you the hunger never sleeps\nYou're always, you're always gaining more sympathy\nYou're something, something that makes me creep\nYou're always gaining more sympathy\nReaching supremacy\n\n[Chorus]\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe philosopher who is lost\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe bitterness and broken trust\nGod only sees God only sees\nThe prophet blinded by lust\nGod only sees, God only sees\nDamien",3
7726,Eddie_Murphy___Boogie_In_Your_Butt,happy,"""Boogie in Your Butt  Iiiiiiiiin your butt, put\nThe boogie in your butt, put, put\nThe boogie in your butt!\n\nIiiiiiiiin your butt, put\nThe boogie in your butt, put, put\nThe boogie in your butt!\n\nHey, I ain't puttin' no boogie in\nNobody's butt, that's nasty man\nWhat you talkin' about, putting\nBoogies in peoples' butt, you out\nYo' mind or something? You’d go to jail\nFor doing something like that!\nWell, step aside my friend\nI've been doing it for years!\nI say, sit on down\nOpen your eyes, and open up your ears!\n\nSay, put a tree in your butt!\nPut a bumblebee in your butt!\nPut a clock in your butt!\nPut a big rock in your butt!\n\nSay, put some fleas in your butt!\nI say, start to sneeze in your butt!\nI say, put a tin can in your butt!\nOr put a little tiny man in your butt!\n\nI say, put a light in your butt!\nI say, make it bright, in your butt!\nI say, put a TV in your butt!\nI say, put me in your butt!\n\nEverybody say..\n\nIiiiiiiiin your butt, put\nThe boogie in your butt, put, put\nThe boogie in your butt!\nYou might also likeI ain't- wha, hey- that's- man\nI ain't puttin no TREES in nobody's\nButt, no BEES in nobody's butt\nPuttin' nothin'..\n\nNo- You must be out your mind, man!\nDo y'all get paid for doing this?\nCuz it's.. You got to get some kind\nOf money cuz it's.. don't sound like\nThe kind of.. I'd rather golf, to be\nPerfectly honest, than put something\nIn somebody's butt, to be truthful\n\nWell, step aside my friend\nAnd let me show you how to do it\nWhen Big Bad E just rock rock to it\n\nPut a case in your butt!\nI say, put a metal case in your butt!\nI say, put her face in your butt!\n\nI say, put a frown in your butt!\nI say, put a clown in your butt!\nI say, sit on down in your butt!\n\nI say, put a boat in your butt!\nI say, put a moat in your butt!\nPut a mink coat in your butt!\nPut everything in your butt!\nJust start to sing about your butt!\nFeels real good, when you sing about your butt!\n\nIiiiiiiiin your butt, put\nThe boogie in your butt, put, put\nThe boogie in your butt!\n\nNow wait a second now.. Do y'all get\nPaid for this, for doing this, putting\nIn the butt and all that stuff? Really?\nHey, what's this? A hundred dollar bill? I\nGet to keep this hundred dollars if I be\nPuttin' stuff in peoples' butts? Really?\n\nStep aside!\n\nPut a telephone in your butt!\nSay, put some dust in your butt!\nI say, it's a must in your butt!\nI say, pizza crust in your butt!\n\nSay, put a telephone in your butt!\nPut a dinosaur bone in your butt!\n\nPut a radiator in your butt!\nI say, see ya later, in your butt!\nPut an alligator in your butt!\n\nI say, put some money in your butt!\nSure feels real funny, in your butt!\n\nHa, I say, squeeze it! Please it!\nBut don't tease it! Put it in your butt!\n\nWell, lemme just say\nPut a hot cup of Brim\nFill it to the rim\nAnd put it in your butt!\nA-to the beat, ha, two sugars\nSoft so sweet1",0
1810,Arctic_Monkeys___Cornerstone,happy,"'Cornerstone  [Verse 1]\nI thought I saw you in the Battleship\nBut it was only a look-a-like\nShe was nothing but a vision trick\nUnder the warning light\nShe was close, close enough to be your ghost\nBut my chances turned to toast\nWhen I asked her if I could call her your name\n\n[Verse 2]\nI thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook\nHuddled up in a wicker chair\nI wandered over for a closer look\nAnd kissed whoever was sitting there\nShe was close, and she held me very tightly\n\'Til I asked awfully politely\n""Please, can I call you her name?""\n[Chorus]\nAnd I elongated my lift home\nYeah, I let him go the long way round\nI smelt your scent on the seatbelt\nAnd kept my shortcuts to myself\n\n[Verse 3]\nI thought I saw you in the Parrot\'s Beak\nMessing with the smoke alarm\nIt was too loud for me to hear her speak\nAnd she had a broken arm\nIt was close, so close that the walls were wet\nAnd she wrote it out in Letraset\n""No, you can\'t call me her name""\n\n[Bridge]\nTell me, where\'s your hiding place?\nI\'m worried I\'ll forget your face\nAnd I\'ve asked everyone\nI\'m beginning to think I imagined you all along\n\n[Chorus]\nI elongated my lift home\nYeah, I let him go the long way round\nI smelt your scent on the seatbelt\nAnd kept my shortcuts to myself\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 4]\nI saw your sister in the Cornerstone\nOn the phone to the middle man\nWhen I saw that she was on her own\nI thought she might understand\nShe was close, well, you couldn\'t get much closer\nShe said, ""I\'m really not supposed to, but yes\nYou can call me anything you want""50Embed', 'default'",0
6038,Crowded_House___Its_Only_Natural,happy,"""It’s Only Natural  [Verse 1]\nIce will melt, water will boil\nYou and I can shake off this mortal coil\nIt's bigger than us\nYou don't have to worry about it\nReady or not, here comes the drop\nYou feel lucky when you know where you are\nY'know, it's gonna come true\nHere in your arms, I remember\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's only natural\nThat I should want to be there with you\nIt's only natural\nThat you should feel the same way, too\n[Verse 2]\nIt's easy when you don't try going on first impressions\nMan in a cage has made his confession\nNow, you've seen me at my worst\nAnd it won't be the last time I'm down there\nI want you to know I feel completely at ease\nRead me like a book\nThat's fallen down between your knees\nPlease, let me have my way with you\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's only natural\nThat I should want to be there with you\nIt's only natural\nThat you should feel the same way, too\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's circumstantial\nIt's nothing written in the sky\nAnd we don't even have to try\nBut we'll be shaking like mud\nBuildings of glass\nSink into the bay\nThey'll be under the rocks again\nYou don't have to say\nI know you're afraid\nSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30You might also like[Chorus]\nIt's only natural\nThat I should want to be there with you\nIt's only natural\nThat you should feel the same way, too\n\n[Outro]\nIt's circumstantial\nIt's something I was born to\nIt's only natural\nCan I help it if I want to?\nCan I help it if I want to?1",0
9490,Franz_Ferdinand___This_Boy,happy,"""This Boy  [Intro]\nYeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt seems this boy's bathed in ridicule\nAh, too forward, way too physical\nIt's time that I had another\nI'm always wanting more if there's another one\nGive me some more, I'll have another one\nI'll have a slice of your mother\n[Chorus]\nAnd this boy's so spectacular\nNot a boy, but a wealthy bachelor\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nI see losers losing everywhere\nIf I lose, I'll only lose the care\nThat I might have for another\nI am complete, invincible\nIf I have a one principle\nThen it's to stand on you, brother\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd this boy's so spectacular\nNot a boy, but a wealthy bachelor\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna\nI wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna\nWanna, wanna, wanna, wanna\nWanna, wanna, wanna, wanna\nWanna, wanna, wanna, wanna\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nIf I like cocaine, I'm racing you\nFor organic fresh echinacea\nOne kick's as good as another\nIf I'm tired, I'm tired of telling you\nI'm never tired, I'm always better than you\nBye, boy, run to your mother\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd this boy's so spectacular\nNot a boy, but a wealthy bachelor\nOh yes, I am spectacular\nNot a boy, but a wealthy bachelor\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nI want a car, I want a car, ah-ha\nI want a car, I want a car, yeah\nI want, I want, I want, I want\nI want, I want, I want, I want",0
9343,Foo_Fighters___DOA,happy,"""DOA  [Intro]\nOh, you know I did it\nIt's over and I feel fine\nNothing you could say is gonna change my mind\nWaited and I waited the longest night\nNothing like the taste of sweet decline\n\n[Verse 1]\nI was down, and I fell, I fell so fast\nDropping like the grains in an hourglass\nNever say forever 'cause nothing lasts\nDancing with the bones of my buried past\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNever mind, there's nothing I could do\nBet your life there's something killing you\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a shame we have to die my dear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\nWhat a way to go, but have no fear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm finished, I'm getting you off my chest\nMade you come clean in a dirty dress\nA promise is a promise you kept in check\nHard to cross a heart that beats this fast\n\n[Verse 3]\nTake a good hard look for the very last time\nThe very last one in a very long line\nOnly took a second to say goodbye\nBeen a pleasure, but the pleasure's been mine all mine\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNever mind, there's nothing I could do\nBet your life there's something killing you\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nIt's a shame we have to die my dear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\nWhat a way to go, but have no fear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\n\n[Bridge]\nAin't no way, DOA\nAin't no way, DOA\n\n[Verse 3]\nTake a good hard look for the very last time\nThe very last one in a very long line\nOnly took a second to say goodbye\nBeen a pleasure, but the pleasure's been mine all mine\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNever mind, there's nothing I could do\nBet your life there's something killing you\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a shame we have to die my dear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\nWhat a way to go, but have no fear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\n[Outro]\nIt's a shame we have to disappear\nNo one's getting out of here alive\nThis time\nThis time\nThis time2",0
8690,Every_Time_I_Die___Roman_Holiday,anger,"'Roman Holiday  We cut our teeth in the bedroom\nWe slit our wrists in our costumes\nAll of them, witches, witches, witches, witches\nWe are the death of the party\nWe are the life of the funeral\nAll of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen\n\nI want the ripened fruit\nI want the fresh meat\nI want the first born\nI want the down beat\nWe traded vows on the front line\nThey ushered us through the stop sign\nAll of them witches, witches, witches, witches\nWe found our way in the blackout\nWe are the ghosts in the lighthouse\nAll of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen\n\nI want the open wound\nI want the dark street\nI want the virgin blood\nI want the wet heatYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
4029,Boyz_II_Men___On_Bended_Knee,happy,"""On Bended Knee  [Verse 1]\nDarlin' I, I can't explain\nWhere did we lose our way\nGirl it's drivin' me insane\nAnd I know I just need one more chance\nTo prove my love to you\nAnd if you come back to me\nI'll guarantee\nThat I'll never let you go\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we go back to the days our love was strong?\nCan you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?\nCan somebody tell me how to get things back\nThe way they use to be?\nOh God give me a reason\nI'm down on bended knee\nI'll never walk again until you come back to me\nI'm down on bended knee\n[Verse 2]\nSo many nights I dream of you\nHolding my pillow tight\nAnd I know I don't need to be alone\nWhen I open up my eyes\nTo face reality\nEvery moment without you\nIt seems like eternity\nI'm begging you, begging you come back to me\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we go back to the days our love was strong?\nCan you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?\nCan somebody tell me how to get things back\nThe way they use to be?\nOh God give me a reason\nI'm down on bended knee\nI'll never walk again until you come back to me\nI'm down on bended knee\n\n[Spoken]\nBaby, I'm sorry\nPlease forgive me for all the wrong I've done\nPlease come back home, girl\nI know you put all your trust in me\nI'm sorry I let you down\nPlease forgive me\nSee Boyz II Men LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Bridge]\nI'm Gonna swallow my pride\nSay I'm sorry\nStop pointing fingers the blame is on me\nI want a new life\nAnd I want it with you\nIf you feel the same\nDon't ever let it go\nYou gotta believe in the spirit of love\nIt'll heal all things\nIt won't hurt anymore\nNo I don't believe our love's terminal\nI'm down on my knees begging you please\nCome home\n\n[Chorus]\nCan we go back to the days our love was strong?\nCan you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?\nCan somebody tell me how to get things back\nThe way they used to be?\nOh God give me a reason\nI'm down on bended...\nDown on bended knee\nI'll never walk again until you come back to me\nI'm down on bended knee\nCan we go back to the days our love was strong\nCan you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong\nCan somebody tell me how to get things back\nThe way they use to be\nOh God give me a reason\nI'm down on\nDown on bended knee\nI'll never walk again until you come back to me\nI'm down on bended knee\n[Outro]\nWanna build a new life\nJust you and me\nGonna make you my wife\nRaise a family12",0
7974,Elisa___Stay,calm,"""Stay  [Verse 1]\nCan you smell my desperation from miles and miles away?\nCan you tell I like temptation less and less every day?\nCan you see my situation start to decay? Hey\nWell, the weight is on my shoulders and I understand the truth\nAnd it's not that I am bitter, but I'm different than any youth\nAnd I'm calling out, calling out\nOut your name\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy doesn't anybody stay?\nIt's like they all go away\nNobody stays\n'Cause everyone just fades away\n[Verse 2]\nHave you roped any conclusions from the riddles that you found?\nHave you peddled illusions and your reasons are not sound?\nBeen walking 'round for months and days thinking 'bout you now, 'bout you now\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy doesn't anybody stay?\nIt's like they all just go away\nNobody stays\nEveryone just fades away, hey\n\n[Bridge]\nI think that there's something wrong with me\nThere's no one left\nI need the words to tell it\nAnd rebel against what's sitting\nOn my chest\n\n[Chorus]\nNobody stays everyone just fades away\nThey are all away\nNobody stays nobody stays, nobody stays everyone just fades away, oh nobody stays\nNobody stays nobody stays\nEveryone just fades away it's like they all go away, fades away\nWhy doesn't anybody stay? nobody stays\nIt's like they all just go away, ah",2
275,Aborym___Chernobyl_Generation,sad,"'Chernobyl Generation  Cernobyl Generation\nMurderer alienation\nCernobyl Generation\nEcstasy hallucination\nCernobyl Generation\nRadioactive mutation\nYour condemnation\nRepresents our domination\nGenocide scary faces\nDeturpated bodies\nWhile your god was sleeping\nMine was having fun\nGreen turned grey\nGrass turned salt\nJoy turned desolation\nLife turned deathYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5708,Coldplay___Fix_You,sad,"""Fix You  [Verse 1: Chris Martin]\nWhen you try your best, but you don't succeed\nWhen you get what you want, but not what you need\nWhen you feel so tired, but you can't sleep\nStuck in reverse\nAnd the tears come streaming down your face\nWhen you lose something you can't replace\nWhen you love someone, but it goes to waste\nCould it be worse?\n\n[Chorus: Chris Martin with Will Champion]\nLights will guide you home\nAnd ignite your bones\nAnd I will try to fix you\n[Verse 2: Chris Martin]\nAnd high up above or down below\nWhen you're too in love to let it go\nBut if you never try, you'll never know\nJust what you're worth\n\n[Chorus: Chris Martin with Will Champion]\nLights will guide you home\nAnd ignite your bones\nAnd I will try to fix you\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Bridge: Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, Guy Berryman & Will Champion]\nTears stream down your face\nWhen you lose something you cannot replace\nTears stream down your face, and I\nTears stream down your face\nI promise you I will learn from my mistakes\nTears stream down your face, and I\n\n[Chorus: Chris Martin]\nLights will guide you home\nAnd ignite your bones\nAnd I will try to fix youSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like148",1
8777,Fad_Gadget___Back_To_Nature,sad,"""Back to Nature  [Verse 1]\nBack to nature\nCaravan on Canvey sands\nBack to nature\nGlucose filled, and programmed to respond\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's gonna rain all night\nBut we'll be alright\nUnder the geodesic dome\nInfrared heats it just like home\nSitting in the shade of a rubber tree\nI'll kiss you and you'll kiss me\n[Verse 2]\nBack to nature\nBurning bodies in the sun\nBack to nature\nJust like lemmings, everyone\nBack to nature\nCatalyst aircraft fill the air\nBack to nature\nAerosol ambre solaire\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's gonna rain all night\nBut we'll be alright\nUnder the geodesic dome\nInfrared heats it just like home\nSitting in the shade of a rubber tree\nI'll kiss you and you'll...kiss me\nKiss me, kiss me, kiss me\n\n[Outro]\nWith my back to nature\nWith my back to nature\nBack to nature\nBack to nature\nTurn my back to nature",1
704,Alice_Cooper___Burning_Our_Bed,sad,"""Burning Our Bed  Baby, don't you shed a tear for me\nI wouldn't want to waste your time\nYou talked a lot of trash and ya lied to me\nBut babe, you never even tried\n\nOh, oh, oh\nYou can hold my heart for ransom\nBut you'll never own my soul\n\n[Chorus]\nBaby, I might lose my mind\nMaybe I might lose my head\nBut one thing I'll never do\nIs swallow my pride crawlin' back to you\nBaby, I'm burning our bed\nThere used to be a time when you were everything\nMy flame thru the night\nYou got me hot\nThen you blew me out\nLike this match I'm about to light\n\nOh, oh, oh\nYou can tear my heart to pieces\nLeft me standing in the cold\n\nBaby, I might lose my mind\nMaybe I might lose my head\nOne thing I gotta do\nIs torch those sheets and pillows too\nBaby, I'm burning out bed\n\nWell, I used to think your were so fine\nHow could I be so blind\n\nOh, oh, oh\nI'm freem\nBut I'm alone\n\n[Chorus]\n\nSometimes a man can bleed\nBaby, I'm burning our bed\nYou might also like[Chorus]",1
1490,Anorexia_Nervosa___Sister_September,sad,"""Sister September  One deceiver\nAmong millions of others\nOne look\nAnd you lover forever\nOne word\nAnd you're the one to blame\nTell me\nWho could live with this shame?\n\nSomething seems to be dead here\nUndergo deconstruction\nThe symmetry of fear\nStrange lack of seduction\nMy sister remember\nSister...\nSister...\nSister...\n\nSister September\n\nAn inner war is to come\nStill he doesn't want to succumb\nAn ineffable loss of trust\nOne story\nTurning into diamond dust\n\nSomething seems to be dead here\nUndergo deconstruction\nThe symmetry of fear\nStrange lack of seduction\nMy sister remember\n\nIt's obviously beyond his power\nAll certainties move towards their end\nOne question\nAnd so many answers\nWhere's the crown he once transcend?\n\nSister September\nWhere are the dream's you've stuck in me?\nSister remember\nI shall never, never forget the name of your devotee\nYou might also likeA moment of beauty\nStill it remains only a memory\nA stunning artifact of the past\nThe one, the true, the last\n\nDo I have to die under this autumnal sun?\nDid I have to trust you?\nTruly and madly and blindly\nAnd what did I get in return?\n\nSister...\nSister...\nSister...\nSister September\n\nShall never forget the name of your devotee\nWhere are the dreams you have stuck in me?\nAn eternity of torture to me\nSuch a lot of pain",1
2059,Atlantic_Starr___Secret_Lovers,happy,"""Secret Lovers  Here we are\nThe two of us together\nTaking this crazy chance\nTo be all alone\n\nWe both know that\nWe should not be together\nCause if we're found out\nIt could mess up both our happy homes\nI hate to think about us\nAll meeting up together\nCause soon as I\nLooked at you\nIt would show on my face\nThen they'll know that\nWe've been loving each other\nThey can never know\nNo, no, no\nWe can't leave a trace\n\nSitting at home\nI do nothing all day\nBut think about you\nAnd hope that you're okay\n\nHoping you'll call\nBefore anyone gets home\nI'll wait anxiously\nAlone by the phone\nHow could something so wrong\nBe so right?\nI wish we didn't have to\nKeep our love out of sight, yeah\nLiving two lives\nJust ain't easy at all\nBut we gotta hang on in there\nOr fall\nYou might also likeSecret lovers, yeah\nThat's what we are\nTrying so hard to hide the way we feel\nBecause we both belong to someone else\n\nBut we can't let it go\nCause what we feel\nIs, oh, so real\nSo real, so real\n\nYou and me\nAre we fair?\nIs this cruel\nOr do we care?\nCan they tell\nWhat's in our minds\nMaybe they've had secret loves\nAll of the time\nIn the middle of making love\nWe notice the time\nWe both get nervous\nCause it's way after 9:00\nEven though we hate it\nWe know it's time that we go\nWe gotta be careful\nSo that no one will know\nSecret lovers, yeah\nThat's what we are\nWe shouldn't be together\nBut we can't let it go\n\nCause what we feel\nIs, oh, so real\nSo real, so real\nSo real, so real",0
5706,Coldplay___Crests_Of_Waves,calm,"""Crests of Waves  [Verse 1]\nIt could be worse, I could be alone\nI could be locked in here on my own\nOr like a stone that suddenly drops\nIt never stops, no\nI could be lost or I could be saved\nCalling out from beneath the waves\nBeaten down by this ocean rain\nNever again, never again\n\n[Chorus]\nHooo-oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh, oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh\nScreaming out from the crests of waves\n[Verse 2]\nIt could be worse, bitter or sweet\nIt could be snapped from the jaws of defeat\nOr like a light lit up on a beach\nWear your heart on your sleeve, oh\nYou want to stop before you begin\nYou want to sink when you know you could swim\nYou want to stop just before you begin\nNever give in, never give in\n\n[Chorus]\nHooo-oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh, oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh\nScreaming out from the crests of waves\n\n[Bridge]\nNothing matters Ooooooooh\nExcept life and the love you make Aaaahhhh\nNothing matters Ooooooooh\nExcept life and the love you make Aaaahhhh\nNothing matters Ooooooooh\nExcept life and the love you make Aaaahhhh\nExcept life and the love you make\n\n[Chorus]\nHooo-oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh, oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh\nScreaming out from the crests of waves\nHooo-oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh, oh-oh\nHooo-oh-oh\nSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like[Outro]\nScreaming out from the crests of waves\nThat you're longing to be saved\nScreaming out from the crests of waves\nYou are longing to be saved\nScreaming out from the crests of waves5",2
5581,Close_Lobsters___Pimps,happy,"""Pimps  They used hysterical reactions\n\nDon't make, feel contentment son\n\nHideous, grotesque ideas\n\nThey don't make this time a happy one\n\nHappy one...\n\nHappy one...\nGet myself so broken in the great twilight\n\nTo the end of the eclipse\n\nAgain I'll topple that mirror down\n\nAnd it hasn't shattered ever\n\nEver... ever\n\nAll my dreams come true at last\n\nPinch me if apathy please\n\nSuperstition towards everything\n\nBut we live still by the power of the stars\n\nThe power of the stars...\n\nThe power of the stars...\n\nYou know saints and angels\n\nAnd martyrs and pimps\nYou might also likeYou know saints and angels\n\nAnd martyrs and pimps",0
738,Alice_In_Chains___Would,sad,"'Would?  [Intro: Jerry Cantrell]\nWould\n\n[Verse 1: Jerry Cantrell and Layne Staley]\nKnow me, broken by my master\nTeach thee on child of love hereafter\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley]\nInto the flood again\nSame old trip it was back then\nSo I made a big mistake\nTry to see it once my way\n[Verse 2: Jerry Cantrell and Layne Staley]\nDrifting body, its sole desertion\nFlying, not yet quite the notion\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley]\nInto the flood again\nSame old trip it was back then\nSo I made a big mistake\nTry to see it once my way\n\n[Guitar Solo: Jerry Cantrell]\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley]\nInto the flood again\nSame old trip it was back then\nSo I made a big mistake\nTry to see it once my way\n\n[Outro: Layne Staley]\nAm I wrong?\nHave I run too far to get home?\nHave I gone?\nLeft you here alone\nAm I wrong?\nHave I run too far to get home? Yeah\nHave I gone?\nLeft you here alone\nIf I would, could you?You might also like43Embed', 'default'",1
8930,Fear_Factory___Demanufacture,anger,"""Demanufacture  Desensitized by the values of life\nMaligned and despaired by government lies\n\nRevenge is so strong\nI taste it on my tongue\nMy gun will be\nYour angel of mercy\n\nDislocated by the eyes of disdain\nAbused beyond recognition\nI can't cope with\nThe madness abounding\nBlasts in my head\nOf gunfire resounding\n\nFiring relentless\nKilling the senses\n\nI've got no more goddamn regrets\nI've got no more goddamn respect\n\nI am the thorn\nIn your eye\nAm the thorn\nIn your eye\n\nI am the thorn\nIn your eye\nAm the thorn\nIn your eye\n\nRevenge is so strong\nI taste it on my tongue\nMy gun will be\nYour angel of mercy\nYou might also likeI've got no more goddamn regrets\nI've got no more goddamn respect\nI've got no more goddamn regrets\nI've got no more goddamn respect\nI've got no more goddamn regrets\nI've got no more goddamn respect\nRegret respect\nRegret respect\nRegret respect\nRegret respect2",3
7413,Donny_Osmond___Puppy_Love,happy,"""Puppy Love  [Verse 1:]\nAnd they called it puppy love\nOh, I guess they'll never know\nHow the young heart really feels\nAnd why I love her so\nAnd they called it puppy love\nJust because we're in our teens\nTell them all\nPlease tell them it isn't fair\nTo take away my only dream\n[Verse 2:]\nI cry each night\nMy tears for you\nMy tears are all in vain\nI hope and I pray that maybe someday\nYou'll be back\nYou’ll be back\nIn my arms once again\nYou’ll be back in my arms once again\n\n[Verse 3:]\nSomeone help me\nHelp me\nHelp me please\nIs the answer up above?\nHow can I\nOh, how can I tell them\nThis is not a puppy love\n\nSomeone help me\nHelp me\nHelp me please\nIs the answer up above?\nHow can I\nOh, how can I tell them\nThis is not a puppy love\nSee Donny Osmond LiveGet tickets as low as $110You might also likeNot a puppy love1",0
7556,Dropkick_Murphys___The_Dirty_Glass,sad,"""The Dirty Glass  Murphy, Murphy, darling dear\nI long for you now night and day\nYour pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy\nI feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer\nDarcy, when I met you I was five years too young\nA boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone\nAnyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care\nStill I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share\n\n[Chorus]\nDarcy, Darcy darling dear\nYou left me dying, crying there\nIn whiskey, gin, and pints of beer\nI fell for you my darling dear\nYou shut me off and you showed me the door\nBut you always came crawling back begging me for more\nI showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab\nThen you poured me my pain in a dirty glass\nYeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor\nYou know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door\nWith my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID\nWell you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me\n\n[Chorus]\n\nYou weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last\nOh, I'm sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your past\nListen to the big shot with his pager on call\nYou spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall\nYeah, you got him high, but you left him low\nMind your own business, boy, how was I to know\nThat he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat\nWell it's all in the past bitch cause now I've got it beat\n\n[Chorus x4]\n\nMy dear, my dear\nDarcy, Darcy my darling dearSee Dropkick Murphys LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also like1",1
5953,Cranes___Adoration,sad,"""Adoration  It lies here slowly\nIt lets you know\nIt lingers slowly until you know\nAnd I'm naked in your heart\nI can't make it stop\nI'm breaking in your heart\nAnd I can't make it stop\nI'd try and I can't make it stop\nAnd I'd like it if you don't ever stop\nIn your heart, in your heart\nI feel naked in your heart\nI want to make you wonder\nI want to make it start\nAnd oh when it fills with wonder\nI won't want to break it apart\nAnd oh when the sky falls on me\nAnd when it's another day\n\nI'll want to make you want me\nIn always another way\n\nI'd love to know you\nAnd I'd love to be in your heart\nOh and i hope you'll stay\nWith the love that fills your hearts\nHey . . . hey . . \nAnd it always makes me cry\nWhen I see the sky, your sky\n\nDon't want to think about tomorrow\n'Cos I think it's all too much\nAnd oh if I could feel it in your touch\nIt's all too much now\nThese dreams just make me cry\nAnd oh if we could only try . . \nDon't want to think about tomorrow\nIh 'cos it makes me smile\nIf we could only hold on\nFor a little while\nThis is the sense of calm I longed for\nOh and it makes me high\nAnd it brings me here",1
3061,Bill_Haley_And_The_Comets___Rock_Around_The_Clock,happy,"""Rock Around the Clock  [Intro]\nOne, Two, Three O'clock, Four O'clock rock\nFive, Six, Seven O'clock, Eight O'clock rock\nNine, Ten, Eleven O'clock, Twelve O'clock rock\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 1]\nPut your glad rags on and join me hon'\nWe'll have some fun when the clock strikes one\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n[Verse 2]\nWhen the clock strikes two, three and four\nIf the band slows down we'll yell for more\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen the chimes ring five, six and seven\nWe'll be right in seventh heaven\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too\nI'll be goin' strong and so will you\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nWhen the clock strikes twelve we'll cool off then\nStart rockin' around the clock again\n\n[Hook]\nWe're gonna rock around the clock tonight\nWe're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'till broad daylight\nWe're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight4",0
7603,Duran_Duran___Is_There_Something_I_Should_Know,happy,"""Is There Something I Should Know?  [Intro]\nPlease, please tell me now\nPlease, please tell me now\nPlease, please tell me now\nPlease, please tell me now\n\n[Verse 1]\nI made a break, I run out yesterday\nTried to find my mountain hideaway\nMaybe next year, maybe no go\nI know you're watching me\nEvery minute of the day, yeah\nI've seen the signs\nAnd the looks and the pictures\nThat give your game away, yeah\n\nThere's a dream that strings the road\nWith broken glass for us to hold\nAnd I cut so far before I had to say\n\n[Chorus 1]\nPlease, please tell me now\nIs there something I should know?\nIs there something I should say\nThat would make you come my way?\nDo you feel the same?\n'Cause you don't let it show\n\n[Verse 2]\nPeople stare and cross the road from me\nAnd jungle drums\nThey all clear the way for me\nCan you read my mind?\nCan you see in the snow?\n\nAnd fiery demons all dance\nWhen you walk through that door\nDon't say you're easy on me\nYou're about as easy as a nuclear war\nSee Duran Duran LiveGet tickets as low as $102You might also likeThere's a dream that strings the road\nWith broken glass for us to hold\nAnd I cut so far before I had to say\n\n[Chorus 1]\nPlease, please tell me now\nIs there something I should know?\nIs there something I should say\nThat would make you come my way?\nDo you feel the same?\n'Cause you don't let it show\n\nPlease, please tell me now\nIs there something I should know?\nIs there something I should say\nThat would make you come my way?\nPlease, please tell me now\nCan you see what makes me blow?\nCan you see how much I'd die\nEvery time it passes by?\nPlease, please tell me now\nWhat it takes to make it show\nIs there something I should know?\nIs there something I should know?2",0
2784,Ben_Folds___Kylie_From_Connecticut,sad,"""Kylie from Connecticut  It's just a thought\nBut where did it come from?\nWhat does she do with it\nIf it comes back?\n\nA note from his assistant\nThere by the telephone\nShe sees it again\nAs she turns out the light\n\nKylie is calling from Connecticut\nShe says you've got the number\nIt said Kylie is calling from Connecticut\nIt's there, on her mind\nAs she closes her eyes\nShe believes there are things you should know about\nWhen you've been married for 35 years\nAnd her heart belongs\nTo a man that she hadn't seen\nSince a magical night when the children were small\n\nKylie is calling from Connecticut\nShe says you got the number\nIt said Kylie is calling from Connecticut\nIt's back, on her mind\nAs she closes her eyes\n\nKylie is calling from Connecticut\nIt's probably nothing, yeah, nothing at all\nBut Kylie is calling from Connecticut\nIt's all coming back\nAs she's reading old letters\nThat she'd hid in the closet\nWith her pictures she'd cherished\nThat she kept to herself\nFor a good 30 years \nNow she closes her eyesSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42",1
1962,Asobi_Seksu___Its_Too_Late,sad,"""It’s Too Late  [Verse 1]\nIt's too late\nYou've said that you're trying\nBut something keeps falling anyway\nWasted, we've used all our sorries\nShut your eyes now, there's nothing to say\n\n[Verse 2]\nI listen, but I know the truth\nThis is too easy for you\nFace-down, the worst has come true\nI need this more than you do\n[Verse 3]\nNow time to fill all these spaces\nMy hands draw in circles in their shame\nToo late, the strings are all broken\nPut away now, there's nothing to say",1
180,ANGELZOOM___Lights,sad,"'Lights  Right from the start\nBack to the ancient time\n\n[Chorus]\nThe lights of the night are shining\nWhen the light of the day is gone\nIn spite of the dark tonight\nIn my heart there shines a light\n\nThe stars are there\nFor all to see and not to reach\nWhere they came from\nAnd who we are\nTo bring one down\n\n[Repeat Chorus x3]You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5548,Clawfinger___Nothing_Going_On,anger,"""Nothing Going On  I've been around the world I've got a hit in the charts\nI've become quite famous But I ain't got no heart\nI've got expensive clothes and lots of money to waste\nI've got the luxury lifestyle but I ain't got no taste\n\nNothing going on nothing going on\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\n\nI know all the right people, I've got the perfect smile\nI've got the worlds best timing, but I ain't got no style\nI've got a great big mansion, I've got a beautiful wife\nI've got a black rolls royce, but I've got no life\nNothing going on nothing going on\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\nNothing going on\nNothing going right, nothing going wrong\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\nNothing going on nothing going on\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\n\nI've got a personal trainer, I ride a limousine\nI've got a big bank account, but I ain't got no dreams\nI've got a private plane, the best of everything\nI've got a lifestyle to live, but no message to sing\n\nNothing going on nothing going on\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\nNothing going on\nNothing going right, nothing going wrong\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\nNothing going on nothing going on\n\nI've got a whole lot of nothing\nNothing going on\nNothing going on\nNothing going on",3
3984,Bowling_For_Soup___Dance_With_You,happy,"""Dance With You  What's it mean to be alone now?\nHow's it feel to be by yourself?\nYou got me, I didn't get you back\nThen you got me again\n\nYou got inside through a hole in my defenses\nAnd how you fit I'll never understand\nBut you got into me and I got into you\nAnd now I wanna do it again\n\nHow's it feel to know now?\nWhat'chu think about that?\nYou got me and now we can't go back\nYou'll never get me again\nI only wanna dance with you\n\nYou go up down turn around\nMerry go round and round\nShake it shake it two times\nDo-Si-Do, Cotton Eye Joe\nRun around, pull me down\nNever gonna come around\nI'm never gonna forget you",0
1089,Amorphis___Black_Winter_Day,sad,"'Black Winter Day  [Verse 1]\nThis is how the lucky feel\nHow the blessed man think\nLike daybreak in spring\nThe sun on a spring morning\nLike the flat brink of a cloud\nLike a dark night in autumn\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut how do I feel\nIn my gloomy depths?\n[Chorus]\nThis is how the lucky feel\nHow the blessed man think\nLike daybreak in spring\nLike the flat brink of a cloud\nLike a dark night in autumn\nA black winter day\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis is how the lucky feel\nHow the blessed man think\nLike daybreak in spring\nLike the flat brink of a cloud\nLike a dark night in autumn\nA black winter day\nNo, darker than that\nGloomier than an autumn night\n\n[Outro]\nA black winter dayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6964,Devendra_Banhart___A_Ribbon,calm,"""A Ribbon  I'd like to sing to you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to sing to you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to sing, sing, sing, sing, sing to you\n\nI'd like to dance with you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to dance with you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance with you\n\nI'd like to sleep with you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to sleep with you, if you'd like me too\nI'd like to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep with you\nRibbons around the fumes, we'll be sleeping soon\nRibbons around the fumes, we'll be sleeping soon",2
2392,Bad_Religion___Lost_Pilgrim,anger,"""Lost Pilgrim  Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears\nAnd lonely eyes look way beyond your years\nPilgrim, did you drink the mercury?\nYour lips turned blue and you're struggling just to see\n\nYou were too far gone to carry on\nNow your life has stalled\nAs you march ahead you go no place at all\n\nPilgrim, when you left them all behind\nThe loneliness destroyed your able mind\nPilgrim, see the writing on the door?\nIt's taking you back to a place you were before\nAnd the next in line paces your stride\nWaiting for your fall\nWith a hope that lies in a hidden master's call\n\nPious eyes ignoring passersby\nHeadlong to their grave\nDon't despair this world of toil and care\nThis pilgrim lost his way\n\nPilgrim, will you ever find your call?\nIs truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all?\n\nPious eyes ignoring passersby\nHeadlong to their grave\nDon't despair this world of toil and care\nThis pilgrim lost his way",3
4593,Butch_Walker___Sober,happy,"""Sober  Can you please remind me how you feel\nThis emptiness is real\nAnd I can't bear the thought of it\nCan you please remind me how to smile?\nI lost track after awhile\nIs happiness so hard to get\n\nIs it me or is this over?\nAs I got sober I watched you fade away\nIs it me or is this ending?\nAs I was pretending\nI watched you fade away\nI didn't know that time could move so slow\nWhen you've got nowhere to go\nThe silence is so deafening\nWakin' up, on the wrong side of your mind\nHow could I have been so blind?\nTo see I'm losing everything\n\nIs it me or is this over?\nAs I got sober I watched you fade away\nIs it me or is this ending?\nAs I was pretending\nI watched you fade away\n\nSooner or later we gotta stop this elevator\nYou go your way and I'll go mine\nI'm sure that I'll be fine\n\nIs it me or is this over?\nAs I got sober I watched you fade away\nIs it me or is this ending?\nAs I was pretending I watched you fade away...\n\nSober...cause I got sober\nCause I got sober....\nI watched you fade",0
6119,Curtis_Stigers___The_Man_Youre_Gonna_Fall_In_Love_With,sad,"""The Man You’re Gonna Fall in Love With  I'll bet I can describe\nThe man you're gonna fall in love with\nHe's all the things I'll never be\nTo you\nI know he's all in my mind\nThe man you're gonna fall in love with\nBut he's real enough to steal your heart\nNo matter what I do\nThe man you're gonna fall in love with\nAfter you leave me\nHe'll love you strong\nHe'll love you sweet\nThe man you're gonna fall in love with\nHe'll bave the money in the bank\nAnd wash the dishes, too\nI keep comparing myself\nTo the man you're gonna fall in love with\nBut I know I'll never measure up\nTo half the man he'll be for you\nI know it's premature\nBut I hate that bastard\nWhoever he is\nAnd I'll hate him more\nWhen you're his",1
7476,Doves___Darker,sad,"""Darker  [Verse 1]\nBad snow\nFreeze my throat\nAnd numbs my soul\nEats me whole to pick me up\n\nThat's where you know\nFree to go\nYou caught a jones\nMakes me old before I'm old\n[Chorus]\nIt's all you love\nDeep inside I know, you love\nThe less the I seem to know\nYou love\n\n[Verse 2]\nBad snow\nNumbs my throat\nAnd leaves me dry, leaves me dry\nLeaves me barely whole\n\nDown to the wire\nRock gone cold\nYou caught a cold\nLike so many times before\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's all you love\nDeep inside I go, you love\nThe less the I seem to know\nYou love\n\n[Outro]\nHere now, deep inside I go\nHere now",1
6266,Daft_Punk___Aerodynamic_Daft_Punk_Remix,happy,"""Aerodynamic Daft Punk Remix  Celebration\nYou know we're gonna do it right\nTonight\nJust feelin'\nMusic's got me feelin' the need\nNeed\nYeah\nCome on\nAll right\n\nWe're gonna celebrate\nOne more time\nCelebrate and dance so free\nMusic's got me feelin' so free\nCelebrate and dance so free\nOne more time\n\nMusic's got me feelin' so free\nWe're gonna celebrate\nCelebrate and dance so free\n\nOne more time",0
3032,Big_Star___The_Ballad_Of_El_Goodo,happy,"'The Ballad of El Goodo  [Verse 1]\nYears ago, my heart was set to live\nAnd I\'ve been trying hard against unbelievable odds\nIt gets so hard in times like now to hold on\nBut guns they wait to be stuck by, at my side is God\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there ain\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAin\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere\'s people around who tell you that they know\nAnd places where they send you and it\'s easy to go\nThey\'ll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a row\nBut you know you don\'t have to, you can just say, ""No""\n[Chorus]\nAnd there ain\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAin\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAnd there ain\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAin\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\n\n[Bridge]\nI\'ve been built up and trusted, broke down and busted\nBut they\'ll get theirs and we will get ours if we can\nJust hold on, hold on\nHold on, hold on\n\n[Verse 3]\nYears ago, my heart was set to live, oh\nAnd I\'ve been trying hard against strong odds\nIt gets so hard in times like now to hold on\nWell, I\'ll fall if I don\'t fight, and at my side is God\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd there ain\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAin\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAnd there ain\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\nAin\'t no one goin\' to turn me \'round\n\n[Outro]\nHold on, hold on\nHold on, hold onYou might also like3Embed', 'default'",0
955,Alphaville___Flame,sad,"""Flame  I've been searching\nI've been searching for so long\nNow I'm chasing the shadows away\nI've been trying, yes I tried to find my way\nNo more crying in the make or break decade\n\nThere were times when I was down\nThere were times I felt so low\nMy whole life just seemed to be\nA senseless quest for energy\nBut I carry your flame\nAll through my life, I'm a believer\nPeace deep in our hearts, all things must pass\nBut we'll be together again\n\nI've been walking\nI've been walking in the rain\nWhen the angel of my intuition whispered hello\nWell I was quite surprised to face that kind of incarnation\nLove comes always unexpected, love strikes blind and undirected\n\nLove is the answer\nLove is all we need my friend\nNow you came and changed the weather\nNow I wanna live forever\n\nI carry your flame\nAll through my life, I'm a believer\nPeace deep in our hearts, all things must pass\nBut we'll be together again\n\nI carry your flame\nI carry your flame\nI carry your flame\nAll through my life, I'm a believer\nPeace deep in our hearts, all things must pass\nBut we'll be together\nYou might also likeI carry your flame\nAll through my life, I'm a believer\nPeace deep in our hearts, all things must pass\nBut we'll be together",1
3335,Black_Light_Burns___4_Walls,sad,"""4 Walls  Go for the jugular\nCut the vein\nAnd kiss it away\nKiss it away\nKiss it away\nEverything that brings me pain\n\nIt's not as hard to bend, in the end\nLet's do it again\nDo it again\nDo it again\nAnd this feels so new\nTo be infecting you\nThese four walls\nAre blistering\nI watch the paint peel\nBut I can not wake from this dream\n'Cause this is not love\nThis is not clean\nI keep digging down deeper in you\nUntil I find what makes you scream\n\nI get a little aroused, as it dies\nThat look in your eyes\nLook in you eyes\nLook in you eyes\nAs I begin to get under your skin\n\nAnd now i know\nWhy I do take it out on you\nTake it out on you\n'Cause you always take it on the chin\nThat's what you get for letting me in\n\nX2:\nThese four walls\nAre blistering\nI watch the paint peel\nBut I can not wake from this dream\n'Cause this is not love\nThis is not clean\nI keep digging down deeper in you\nUntil I find what makes you scream\nYou might also likeThese four walls\nAre blistering\nI watch the paint peel\nBut I can not wake from this dream\n'Cause this is not love\nThis is not clean\nThese four walls\nAre blistering",1
7313,Dixie_Chicks___Let_Er_Rip,happy,"""Let ’Er Rip  [Intro]\nI can tell there's somethin' you don't wanna tell me\nIt's killin' you 'cause the words are hard to find\nI know you want to break it to me gently\nWell, sweet baby, say what's on your mind\n\n[Chorus]\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\nCome on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry?\nI ain't about to bawl\nAnd I ain't gonna die\nSo, if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\n[Verse 1]\nWhy the drama? We don't have to drag out this situation\nIt wasn't you, it wasn't me, sometimes the chemistry don't ignite\nThere ain't no rings, no mortgage, there ain't any complications\nIt's just a hyphenated word, get it out, I'm sure I'll be alright\n\n[Chorus]\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\nCome on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry?\nI ain't about to bawl\nAnd I ain't gonna die\nSo, if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nIt ain't no big deal, it ain't no great loss\nYou and I are on the same train of thought\nSo, you don't have to tell me where to get off\nMaybe I misunderstood you, if you're leavin', baby, would you?\n\n[Chorus]\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\nCome on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry?\nI ain't about to bawl, and I ain't gonna die\nSo, if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night\nLet 'er rip, let it fly\nYou might also like[Outro]\nSo, if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night\nLet 'er rip, let it fly",0
8479,Eric_Clapton___Hello_Old_Friend,happy,"'Hello Old Friend  [Verse 1]\nAs I am strolling down the garden path\nI saw a flower glowing in the dark\nIt looked so pretty and it was unique\nI had to bend down just to have a peek\n\n[Chorus]\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once again\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once again\n[Verse 2]\nI saw you walking underneath the stars\nI could not stop cause I was in a car\nI am sure the distance would not be too far\nIf I got out and walked to where you are\n\n[Chorus]\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once again\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once again\n\n[Verse 3]\nAn old man passed me on the street today\nI thought I knew him but I could not say\nI stopped to think if I could place his frame\nWhen he tipped his hat I knew his name\n\n[Chorus][x2]\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once again\nHello, old friend\nIt is really good to see you once againYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
1029,Amduscia___Kill__Inc__Motherfuckers,anger,"'Kill, Inc., Motherfuckers  My souls is broken how can I feel?\nMy empty heart just wants to destroy\nI can repeat these things all day\nBut I won´t try to save your day\n\nKilling Motherfuckers\nKill, Inc., Motherfuckers\nKilling Motherfuckers\nNever Stop\nEverything must be Insane\nDestroy your Enemies\nEverything´s inside me?\nDon´t be weak\nTake the Power in Your HandsYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
8747,Eyehategod___Ruptured_Heart_Theory,sad,"'Ruptured Heart Theory  [Missing  ]You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1062,Amerie___Why_Dont_We_Fall_In_Love,happy,"""Why Don’t We Fall In Love  [Verse 1]\nSo many things I'm going through\nSo much that I wanna do\nIt's starting to become so clear to me\nTomorrow ain't really guaranteed No\nSo many days I've thought of you\nIt's about time you knew the truth\nGot to act quickly, you and I\nAnd fall in love, so many reasons why\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't we, don't we So why don't we\nWhy don't we, why don't we Yeah\nWhy don't we fall in love Why don't we fall in love\nIt's so many reasons\nIt's the only thing that matters to me\nWhy don't we fall in love\n[Verse 2]\nIt takes such a load off to let you know\nThat you're the only one, I never want to go\nThings I never did, now I want to do\nA love I never felt, now I feel for you, why?\nWilling to swallow each and every ounce of my pride\nEverything you do I wanna feel again\nAin't no use for us to pretend, why?\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't we, don't we Why can't we\nWhy don't we, why don't we Why can't we, why can't we\nWhy don't we fall in love We, we, can't we fall\nWhy don't we, why don't we Yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhy don't we fall in love Love, fall in love\nWhy Yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nCome with me\nTomorrow ain't guaranteed, no\nBaby, let's be\nBaby, let's be\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't we, why don't we\nWhy don't we fall in love Uh\nWhy don't we, why don't we Oh\nWhy don't we fall in love\nYou might also like[Outro]\nOh, oh\nNo, no, no, no\nWhoa, oh\nOh, oh no\nOh! Oh yeah3",0
7872,El_Perro_Del_Mar___Candy,sad,"""Candy  Oh I think it's so hard trying to figure out what they want me to do\n\nI've spent most of my days\nOnly to deny what I know inside is true\n\nOh I think it's so hard trying to get around what they want me to be\n\nI've done just about all trying to care About everyone else except me\n\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's goin forth to buy her some candy now\nOn a saturday night\nOn a saturday night\nOn a saturday night\n\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy\n\nOh I make it so hard gettin clear about\nWhat it is I want me to do\n\nOne day I'll get myself out in the sunshine\nThen I'll get rid of the blues\n\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy some candy now\n\nOn a saturday night\nOn a saturday night\nOn a saturday night\nniight\n\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy now\nI'm going forth to buy me some candy\nShe's going forth to buy her some candy\nYou might also likeShoobidoo wapa\nShoobidoo wapa\nShoobidoo shoobido shoobido wapa\nShoobidoo wapa\nShoobidoo shoobidoo shobidoo wapa",1
2357,Backstreet_Boys___Inconsolable,sad,"""Inconsolable  [Verse 1: Nick & Brian]\nI close the door\nLike so many times, so many times before\nFilmed like a scene on the cutting room floor\nI wanna let you walk away tonight\nWithout a word\nI try to sleep, yeah\nBut the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me\nA thousand more regrets unraveling, oh!\nIf you were here right now\nI swear I'd tell you this\n[Chorus: All]\nBaby, I don't wanna waste another day\nKeeping it inside is killing me\n'Cause all I ever wanted\nComes right down to you, to you\nI wish that I could find the words to say\nBaby, I would tell you\nEvery time you leave I'm inconsolable\n\n[Verse 2: AJ]\nI climb the walls, yeah\nI can see the edge, but I can't take the fall, no\nI've memorized the number\nSo why can't I make the call?\nMaybe 'cause I know you will always be with me\nIn the possibility, oh-oh-oh!\n\n[Chorus: All & AJ]\nBaby, I don't wanna waste another day\nAnother day\nKeeping it inside is killing me\n'Cause all I ever wanted\nComes right down to you, to you\nI wish that I could find the words to say\nBaby, I would tell you\nEvery time you leave I'm inconsolable\nOh-no, no-no!\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Bridge: Howie & Nick]\nI don't wanna be like this\nI just wanna let you now\nThat everything that I hold in\nIs everything I can't let go\nOh-oh, oh! I can't let go\n\n[Chorus: All, Brian, AJ & Nick]\nYeah, 'cause baby\nI don't wanna waste another day waste another day\nKeeping it inside is killing me is killing me 'cause\n'Cause all I ever wanted all I ever wanted\nComes right down\nTo you to you, to you to you\nI wish that I could find the words to say\nBaby, I would tell you\nEvery time you leave I'm inconsolable\nNo-no-no\n\n[Interlude: Howie, Nick, Brian & All]\nDon't you know it baby\nI don't wanna waste another day\nI wish that I could find the words to say\nBaby, I would tell you\nEvery time you leave I'm inconsolable\nYeah-yeah yeah-yeah-yeah!\n[Outro: Nick & AJ]\nOh, I'm inconsolable\nWhoa, yeah, oh-oh\nI'm inconsolable yeah5",1
9451,Frank_Sinatra___Violets_For_Your_Furs,happy,"'Violets for Your Furs  It was winter in Manhattan, falling snow flakes filled the air\nThe streets were covered with a film of ice\nBut a little simple magic that I heard about somewhere\nChanged the weather all around, just within a trice\n\nI bought you violets for your furs\nAnd it was spring for a while, remember?\nI bought you violets for your furs\nAnd there was April in that December\n\nThe snow drifted down on the flowers\nAnd it melted where it lay\nThe snow looked like dew on the blossoms\nAs on a summer day\nI bought you violets for your furs\nAnd there was blue in the wintry sky\nThen you pinned the violets to your furs\nAnd gave a lift to the crowds passing by\n\nYou smiled at me so sweetly\nSince then one thought occurs\nThat we fell in love completely\nThe day that I bought you violets for your fursYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
295,Ace_Troubleshooter___Se_101,happy,"""SE #101  These four walls and fate nights brooding\nNever changing, never moving\nIt seems, it seems\nMomentum's at a crawl\nThe ants are in the kitchen\nThe mice are in the walls\nThis noise in my head\nCould make this building fall\n\nI've got to get out of here\nAnd I gotta get oout now before I crack\nMac & Cheese and Minute Rice\nAnd instant pleasure's always nice\nIt seems, it seems\nReal things take much to long\nAnd I say now's the time to take a stand\nAnd sit back down hasty young man\nDid you really think the world\nAnd all it's offered\nCould have done you so much wrong?\n\nSE 101 forever\nSE 101 till I die",0
5976,Crash_Test_Dummies___He_Liked_To_Feel_It,calm,"'He Liked to Feel It  ""There was a boy\nWho liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show it\nThen we\'d watch\nWhile he\'d tie it to a doorknob, wind up, and then slam it\n\nThat was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out\nHe told us how he liked to feel it when it came out\n\nHe grew tired\nOf his doorknobs and so he thought up a brand-new trick\nHe said he\'d tie\nHis tooth to his dog\'s tail, find a stick, wind up, and then throw it\nThat was how he liked to have his teeth pulled out\nHe told us how he liked to feel it when it came out\n\nHe called his dog\nBut just as he was set to throw, his dad arrived there\nHe yelled at him\nAnd got some pliers, held him, wound up, and yanked it out right there\n\nThat wasn\'t how he liked to have his teeth pulled out\nHe wouldn\'t tell us how it felt when it came out""You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
7799,Eels___Dog_Faced_Boy,anger,"'Dog Faced Boy  Coming home from the school today\nCrying all along the way\nAin\'t no way for a boy to be\nBegging, ""Mama, shave me please.""\n\nYou little punks think you own this town\nBut someday someone\'s gonna bring you down\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\n\nYou take back what you said now\nThats the last time I cry\nYou dont know what it is to be a friend, now\nTill I walk beside you on the street and now\nMa won\'t shave me, Jesus can\'t save me\nDog faced boy\n\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\nLife ain\'t pretty for a dog faced boy\n\nGoing back to the school tomorrow\nHang my hairy head in sorrow\nAin\'t no way for a boy to be\nAin\'t no way to set me free, now\n\nMa won\'t shave me, Jesus can\'t save me\nDog faced boy\nMa won\'t shave me, Jesus can\'t save me\nDog faced boyYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
657,Aled_Jones___Did_You_Not_Hear_My_Lady,sad,"'Did You Not Hear My Lady  [Verse 1]\nDid you not hear my lady\nGo down the garden singing?\nBlackbird and thrush were silent\nTo hear the alleys ringing\nO saw you not my lady\nOut in the garden there?\nShaming the rose and lily\nFor she is twice as fair\n\n[Chorus]\nThough I am nothing to her\nThough she must rarely look at me\nAnd though I could never woo her\nI love her till I die\n[Verse 2]\nSurely you heard my lady\nGo down the garden singing?\nSilencing all the songbirds\nAnd setting the alleys ringing\nBut surely you see my lady\nOut in the garden there\nRivalling the glittering sunshine\nWith a glory of golden hairYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5142,Charlotte_Church___Crazy_Chick,happy,"""Crazy Chick  I think I'm gonna need some therapy\nOh babe I hope you've got a PHD\nWon't you let me on your leather couch\nI've got a lot I need to talk about\n\nI think I'm crazy\nThink I'm stupid\nMust have lost my mind\nWonder what I'm thinking lovin' you\n'Cause boy if you were mine\nI'd really go insane\nYou'd be my favourite thing\nI'd go balistic\nYea, your making me a crazy chick\nYou're driving me, to insanity\nAll the things you do\nYou make me come unglued\nI just can't help myself\nI need professional help, help\nI need professional heeelp\n\nYou've really done this time\nYou know your twisting my mind\nYou got me acting like a whacked out chick\n\nSo I won't be responsible\n'Cause I'm really not logical\nNo I won't be to blame\nYou know I'm really not sane\n\nI think I'm crazy\nThink I'm stupid\nMust have lost my mind\nWonder what I'm thinking lovin' you\n'Cause boy if you were mine\nI'd really go insane\nYou'd be my favourite thing\nI'd go balistic\nYea, your making me a crazy chick\nYou might also likeYou're driving me, to insanity\nAll the things you do\nYou make me come unglued\nI just can't help myself\nI need professional help, help\n\nCan't get you outta my head\nSo let me just confess\nFor these kisses baby for you love\nYou drive me crazy\nI can't get enough\n\nI think I'm crazy\nThink I'm stupid\nMust have lost my mind\nWonder what I'm thinking lovin' you\n'Cause boy if you were mine\nI'd really go insane\nYou'd be my favourite thing\nI'd go balistic\nYea, your making me a crazy chick\n\nYou're driving me, to insanity\nAll the things you do\nYou make me come unglued\nI just can't help myself\nI need professional help, help\nYou're driving me, to insanity\nAll the things you do\nYou make me come unglued\nI just can't help myself\nI need professional help, help\nI need professional help\n\nYou're driving me, to insanity\nAll the things you do\nYou make me come unglued\nI just can't help myself\nI need professional help\nI need help",0
135,AHa___White_Dwarf,sad,"""White Dwarf  There's a big black picture\nAnd it's hanging on your wall\nWith stars and all the planets\nThe milky way and all\n\nAnd in the left hand corner\nPerhaps a small white dwarf\nReady to explode, implode\nI really can't recall\n\nBut it's out there\nAnd I'm down here\nAnd so far from it all\nEverything's expanding\nIn a constant state of change\nEverything's demanding\nIn a constant state of pain\n\nYou radiate away\nYour last remaining heat\nYour atmosphere has blown away\nWhen you admit defeat\n\nBut it's out there don't know where we are\nAnd I'm down here don't know why we are\nAnd so far from it all\n\nYour time\nYour grace\nYour story in place\nYour life-span erased\n\nThere's a big black picture\nAnd it's hanging off your wall\nWith stars and all the planets\nThe milky way and all\n\nAnd in the left hand corner\nPerhaps a small white dwarf\nReady to explode, implode\nI really can't recall\nYou might also likeBut it's out there don't know where we are\nAnd I'm down here don't know why we are\nAnd so far from it all\n\nAnd I'm out here don't know where we are\nDown where don't know why we are\nI'm so far from it all",1
6322,Dan_Fogelberg___Seeing_You_Again,happy,"""Seeing You Again  Seeing you again\nWas like meeting for the first time\nIn a foggy dream so many years ago\nStrangers in an airport\nSearching for a word to break the ice\n\nHolding you again\nEven for the briefest moment\nMade me realize how much I love you still\nWanting you to want me\nStill not knowing if you ever will\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\nWas the sweetest torture\nI may ever know\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\n\nMade me wish I'd never let you go\n\nSeeing you again\nRunning free along the beaches\nWhere our shadows first\nBegan to intertwine\nListening to your laughter\nWishing that your love could still be mine\n\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\nWas the sweetest torture\nI may ever know\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\n\nDid you only come to say\nYou're sorry\nOr give it one more try\nOr did you only need to see\nThere was nothing left for me\nInside worth saving\nYou might also likeRunning for your train\nYou smiled back through the doorway\nLike you used to\nWhen our hearts still beat as one\nAnd as I turned away\nI knew the lonely days had just begun\n\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\nWas the sweetest torture\nI may ever know\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\n\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again\nWas the sweetest torture\nI may ever know\nSeeing you again\nSeeing you again",0
1022,Ambulance_Ltd___Michigan,happy,"""Michigan  Travel the seaside Michigan\nWalk on the water with a friend\nOn the pretty waves\n\nI've been a real bad family man\nSucking the white light Indians\nOn the mountain\n\nBut I'm gonna try\nI'm gonna pave the way at night\nSinging the gospel in my mind\nWalking on blue waves, blue waves\nRadiate and drive\nAll my life\nMake me real life hurricane\nFollow a straight line to the brink\nOn the good days\n\nYou've been a teenage runaway\nCarry the people that you hate\nIn a suitcase\n\nWell I'm gonna try\nI'm gonna pave the way at night\nNothing but gospel in my mind\nWalking on blue waves, blue waves\nRadiate and drive\nAll my life",0
8495,Eric_Roberson___Change_For_Me,calm,"""Change for me  In your eyes I see questions\nHas your faith drifted lately?\nWondering if in your hands you see this\nHere's my heart offered to you\nHope you don't worry that you will not be able to hold on\nDon't change for me, no\nDon't change for me\n\nYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah x6\n\nI love you just the way you are\nOh, baby you're my shining star\nI love you just the way you are\nOh, baby you're my shining star\nDon't change for, don't you change for me girl\nStay the way you are\nDon't you change for me girl\nStay the way you are\nAre, are, are, are, are x2",2
8620,Evanescence___Lacrymosa,sad,"""Lacrymosa  [Verse 1]\nOut on your own\nCold and alone again\nCan this be what you really wanted, baby?\n\n[Chorus]\nLacrimosa\nBlame it on me\nDies illa\nSet your guilt free\nLacrimosa\nNothing can hold you back now\n[Verse 2]\nNow that you're gone\nI feel like myself again\nGrieving the things I can't repair and willing\n\n[Chorus]\nLacrimosa\nTo let you blame it on me\nDies illa\nAnd set your guilt free\nLacrimosa\nI don't want to hold you back now love\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nI can't change who I am\n\n[Bridge]\nNot this time, I won't lie\nTo keep you near me and in this short life\nThere's no time to waste on giving up\nMy love wasn't enough\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nLacrimosa\nAnd you can blame it on me\nDies illa\nJust set your guilt free, honey\nLacrimosa\nI don't want to hold you back now loveYou might also like4",1
2647,Becoming_The_Archetype___Elegy,sad,"'Elegy  Death reigns over Earth\nOppressing justice and truth\nNations plagued by despair\nCollapsing\nHopelessly into themselves\n\nWe watch while sanity dies\nForever lost upon the Earth\nCountless souls\nEmbracing condemnation\nOne by one\nMarching to the grave\nOne by one\nMarching to the grave\n\nInto the Mouth\nOf the ruin\nThat feeds upon\nThe Damned and the Deceived\nAnd they will cry;\nThere is no life here only death\nOnly death\nOnly Death\n\nDeceived\n\nDeceived\n\nDeceived\n\nWide is the path\nThat leads to destruction\n\nWide is the path\nThat leads to destruction\nWide is that pathway\nDown into the pit of despairYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6428,Dar_Williams___Family,sad,"""Family  [Verse 1]\nCan you fix this? It's a broken heart\nIt was fine, but it just fell apart\nIt was mine, but now I give it to you\n'Cause you can fix it, you know what to do\n\n[Chorus]\nLet your love cover me\nLike a pair of angel wings\nYou are my family\nYou are my family\n[Verse 2]\nWe stood outside in the summer rain\nDifferent people with a common pain\nA simple box in that hard red clay\nIs where we left him to always remain\n\n[Chorus]\nLet your love cover me\nLike a pair of angel wings\nYou are my family\nYou are my family\n\n[Verse 3]\nA child who played with the moon and stars\nWaves a snatch of hay in a common barn\nIn the lonely house of Adam's fall\nLies a child, it's just a child that's all, crying\n\n[Chorus]\nLet your love cover me\nLike a pair of angel wings\nYou are my family\nYou are my family\nYou are my family\nYou are my family",1
335,Across_The_Sky___Do_You_Dream_Of_Me_Album_Version,happy,"'The Autumn  III. THE AUTUMN\nFall is nature’s grace time;\n\ngiving you a chance to put things in order, for the dying.\n\nIt is a time for remembering.\n\n— The Education of Little Tree\n\n* * *\nDear Anno,\n\nThe leaves have begun to change again. It began a few weeks ago, but with a subtlety I am not sure I can describe. As if Nature was planning a surprise party, for weeks the plans go on behind your back, bit by bit. Then suddenly one morning you walk outside, and the brisk autumn air screams “SURPRISE!” You look up and see all the colors, like old friends: orange, umber, yellow, sienna, burgundy, green, and brown. The trees are ablaze in a patchwork of fiery brilliance that comforts your very soul.\n\nMy favorite coffee shop has pumpkin coffee now. I drink it down in gulps that fill my thoughts with memories of autumns past when we carved funny faces in pumpkins and ate caramels as we walked in the woods looking for pinecones. We were so young then, so happy and free spirited. I still feel that way sometimes. It’s like a cosmic gift from the universe. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does- Oh, the feeling! Like an orgasm for the soul when you feel alive and free of worry. When doubt and fear are strangers to you and you remember what fun feels like. Do you remember fun? We used to have lots of it this time of year; jumping in leaf piles and laughing, hot apple cider flowing in our veins, the smell of cinnamon and spice in the air.\n\nIt lasted only a short time before the season of hot cocoa and snowflakes would quickly drift in and frost over our little world, but while it lasted, autumn was a happy time. We were young and in love, and the world was beautiful.\n\nI still miss you, you know, when the trees are on fire, my heart yearns for you. When the night becomes chilled and the hot apple cider is sipped around the bonfires, I still think of you. Sometimes, I swear I can feel your arms wrap around me at night when I stand out in the cold. The cool night wind tickles my neck like the scruff of your unshaved face as we cuddled close to the fire.\n\nI don’t know where the soul goes when a person dies, but I hope it is autumn where you are, too, and that you think of me sometimes when the leaves blow off the trees and the jack-o-lanterns are smiling. I miss you.\n\nForever . . . Your Em\n\nI can feel my heart beat faster as I crawl inside Emily’s letters and feel her loss and love and gratitude, different from my own but the same at its source. As I read I realize that I’m allowed into her words because she received me somehow: she heard a song of mine somewhere, connected to it, and let me in. Someone was listening.\n\nI show her letters to Sean Watkins, who I’ve come to know through the “family dinners” in my neighborhood. The “family” is made up of both neighbors and a diverse cast of local songwriters and musicians, held together mostly by this small stretch of San Diego coastline. The dinners are potluck affairs that almost always end with guitars and a mess of other instruments blanketing the floor and furniture. I’m invited to my first family dinner at a neighbor’s house that autumn, a couple of weeks before Emily’s letters show up.\n\nI walk across the street with my guitar and a bottle of six-dollar wine, stepping through the front door and into a conversation between Jon Foreman and Jordan Pundik, who front the rock bands Switchfoot and New Found Glory. Sean and his sister Sara Watkins, from bluegrass band Nickel Creek, are sitting at the dinner table already, and I recognize a few other people from the neighborhood scattered around the room. By the time the night is over, we’ve laughed, told stories, played songs, and butchered a cover of Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive.” I come back home and fall into bed with a small smile and the seed of a feeling like I might belong here.\n\nAutumn takes hold, and my friendship with Sean continues to grow out of that first family dinner. He soon claims his own spot in the corner of my couch and, with one hand on the TV remote and one on his guitar, watches shows about ghost hunting that he never quite believes but still can’t stop watching. I show him Emily’s letters, and we decide to write a song together because her words resonate with him, too.\n\nSometimes I write songs for people who tell me their stories, but never with someone else like this, especially in my “leave me alone, I have to write” state of mind. I loosen the reins on that control the afternoon Sean comes over to the house and plays guitar while we hum melodies back and forth. We trade lyric ideas, and I notice how he picks up on different parts of her letter, as if he sees her sentences through another lens.\n\nSean goes home and comes back a few days later with “For the Sender” close to done. When I listen to the demo he’s recorded in his garage during a storm the night before, I can hear the sound of the rain on the roof pounding a sense of catharsis into the song. Sometimes songs take different shapes as they evolve, and this one has become about expressing pain, or joy, or just what is . . . and how maybe, hopefully, that’s enough.\n* * *\n\nFor the Sender\n\nhello my friend\n\nit’s me again\n\nwriting words I cannot send you\n\nautumn’s cold\n\nthe leaves are old\n\nand letting go but not me\n\ncause it’s when we met\n\nand it’s when you left\n\nand it’s when our love was the best\n\nso every year I write you this letter\n\nbut like a prayer\nit’s more for the sender\n\ndo you remember\n\nsometimes I swear\n\nyou’re in the air\n\nam I just a great pretender\n\nam I alone\n\nI want to know\n\nif you remember\n\nit’s when we met\n\nand it’s when you left\n\nand it’s when our love was the best\n\nso every year I write you this letter\n\nbut like a prayer\n\nit’s more for the sender\n\ndo you remember\n\ndo you remember\n\ndo you remember\n\ndo you remember\n\n***\n\nA few days later I set up a small recording studio downstairs in my living room with my laptop, some microphones, and a piece of equipment I buy on Craigslist. We record another version of “For the Sender” and I send the song to Emily as a thank-you for sending the letters to me. The next morning I get a note from her.\n\nI smiled this big once . . . when I met him.\n\nI cried this hard once . . . when I lost him.\n\nAfter hearing this song, I am doing them both at once and loving every second of it.\n\nNever have I heard something so beautiful. I am in awe and feeling so . . . well . . . there’s just no words, except I think I now know what heaven sounds like.\n\nThank you.\n\nEmily\n\nI want to somehow make her feel that way again. I want to make her smile and cry and love deeply and completely, even if just for a moment. I want to make her feel that way because I want to feel that way, too.\n\nSo I write another song for her called “My Love Will Find You,” about those first moments of reading her letter when the air caught in my throat. Her words “I’m one of the lucky ones” remind me of the poem by Tennyson, about it being better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I imagine Emily moving through her days, speaking to her lost love, and sometimes hearing him tell her that he’s there in the small moments. When she’s feeling lost, his love will find her.\n\nAs I write the   I keep hearing Jordan’s powerful voice singing the choruses in my head. I make up my mind to find him at the next neighborhood family dinner and ask him to sing the song. He’s hard not to find because he’s a tall guy, on his way to being a tattoo artist, who has run out of space to practice on himself. He’s sitting on the couch and shows me drawings he’s recently done. They are beautifully intricate and seem to speak the way art does when words aren’t enough.\n\nI tell him about the song and ask if he’d like to sing the choruses. He nods his head and asks to hear it and I say, “Hang on a minute” and walk casually out the door, like it’s no big deal. But as soon as I hit the driveway, I frantically run across the street, explode into my house, and grab my guitar and the  , which I’ve written down earlier that day on a used piece of computer paper. I rush back to my neighbor’s house and try to open the front door as calmly as I closed it. I hand Jordan the words and start to play the guitar while he sits on the couch and sings off the crumpled page, just like I heard the words in my head.\n\nHe says he’ll sing the song as soon as I have the music done, so I call the band I’ve put together to play shows and record songs in San Diego. I’ve met some of the musicians here in town while wading slowly into San Diego’s musical waters, and a few other guys I know from Seattle, where we waited for some kind of break in the rain before relocating to Southern California. I start calling them the Naysayers, because we are all a little jaded from the wait.\n\nWe record the music downstairs with my simple studio gear, and Jordan comes over to sing the choruses on a microphone set up in my entryway. He raises his arms triumphantly in the air as he sings “Shining down out loud,” and I can feel the whole song lift with his energy.\n\nI don’t know who to ask to sing Emily’s voice in the verses until the night I play on the same bill with Molly Jenson at the Belly Up Tavern. I tell her that I love the way she sings when we meet backstage, but I don’t know her well enough yet to ask.\n\nA few weeks later, however, she’s at my house. She’s a friend of Sean’s, and he’s asked her to sing a last-minute harmony on “For the Sender.” I play her “My Love Will Find You” while she’s here to see if she’d like to sing that one, too. She says she’d love to help, and as she sings, I quietly sense that some part of the song will somehow manifest in my own life. But it’s a passing thought, and by the time Molly’s done, I forget I ever had it.\n\n* * *\n\nMy Love Will Find You\n\nunder amber autumn sky\n\nforever never say goodbye\n\nyou held me close darling don’t you cry\n\nto love at all is the reason why\n\nwhen you breathe i’m breathing inside you\n\nwhen you run i’m running behind you you said\n\nwhen you’re feeling lost in the crowd\n\nmy love will find you\n\nanother autumn come undone\n\nI still surrender the love we won\n\nto the pages of tennyson\n\nwho loves at all is the lucky one\n\nwhen you breathe i’m breathing inside you i breathe\n\nwhen you run i’m running behind you i run\n\nwhen you’re feeling lost in the crowd\n\nmy love will find you\n\nwhen you sleep i’m dreaming your gray skies blue i sleep to dream\n\nshining down out loud\n\nmy love will find you\n\nin sky blue\n\nI find you,\n\nyou\n\never since you went away\n\nI try to smile my way through the day\n\nI wrote you this letter to tell you I remember\n\nand on this autumn wind I still hear you say\n\nwhen you breathe i’m breathing inside you\n\nwhen you run i’m running behind you you said\n\nwhen you’re feeling lost in the crowd\n\nmy love will find you\n\nwhen you sleep i’m dreaming your gray skies blue i sleep to dream\n\nshining down out loud\n\nmy love will find you\n\nwhen you cry i’m crying inside you i cry\n\nwhen you stand i’m standing beside you i stand\n\nwhen you need a beautiful sign\n\nI will remind you\n\nwhen you sleep i’m dreaming your gray skies blue i sleep\n\nshining down out loud\n\nmy love will find you\n\nmy love will find you\n\nmy love will find\n\nmy love will find\n\nmy love will find\n\nyou\n\n* * *\n\nI’ve been writing and singing about myself for so long that, listening back to those two songs later that night, I realize that it’s the first time I’ve written and recorded someone else’s voice singing someone else’s story. In this new anonymity I begin to feel lighter and free, like a door has opened into a bright, airy room I’ve never seen, one that’s been in my house the whole time but I always just walked past.\n\nAnd now that I’m in the room, I don’t want to leave, so I start another song about Emily’s letter. One morning out in the water I ask Jon Foreman to come over and help me finish it. Jon and I are surfing together more often since that first family dinner, and when I paddle next to him he reaches his hand out, looks me in the eye, and asks how I am. And I know he means it. Small things like this tell me that Jon may be a great surfer and inspiring songwriter, but he’s a better person.\n\nHe walks around the living room singing melodies and phrases as I play him the music I’ve come up with so far, and within a few minutes he hits on a chorus tag of “you are never alone.” We finish the rest of the song over email while he’s on the road, and I record the music downstairs with the Naysayers. I wait for Jon to come home for Christmas so we can record his vocal, but the holidays come and go and he gets backlogged with commitments before going back into the studio to work on the next Switchfoot album. I’m disappointed because I want to stay anonymous in the song and I think Jon could deliver a way better vocal than me, but after a couple weeks of waiting I abandon hope and head downstairs to sing it myself.\n\nAs I’m setting up to record my vocal, I get a phone call from Jon. I haven’t spoken with him since our New Year’s Eve family dinner, but he calls en route to Switchfoot’s studio for their first day of recording. He says he’ll be here in five minutes to sing our song, so I frantically search around for a pop screen, which is sort of a necessary noise-reducing mesh filter for the microphone. I can’t find one so I have to improvise, and 15 minutes later Jon is singing “Never Alone” into pantyhose wrapped around a wire hanger.\n\n* * *\n\nNever Alone\n\nwe watched the western sky\n\nfalling like a landslide\n\nwe saw the half-light disappear\n\nI know how it hurts inside\n\nto watch the dead leaves dry\n\non your own year after year\n\nI would never leave you\n\nI would never leave you\n\neven in your pain\n\nyou are never alone\n\nyou are never alone\n\nwe walk the streets tonight\n\nlost in the tears we cried\n\nfor these dead and dying years\n\nI can feel your heart beat running\n\nI know we’re not home yet honey\n\nbut let your hopes outweigh your fears\n\nbecause I would never leave you\n\nI would never leave you\n\neven in your pain\n\nyou are never alone\n\ncan you hear my heart beat\n\ncan you hear my heart beat\n\ncan you hear my heart beat\n\ncan you hear my heart beat\n\nkeep running\n\ncan you hear my heart beat keep running\n\ncan you hear my heart beat keep running\n\ncan you hear my heart beat keep running\n\ncan you hear my heart beat\n\nI would never leave you\n\nI would never leave you\n\neven in your pain\n\nyou are never alone\n\nI would never leave you\n\nI would never leave you\n\neven in your pain\n\nyou are never alone\n\nyou are never alone\n\nnever alone\n\nyou are never alone\n\n* * *\n\nThe air begins to change that winter. One night I’m standing on my roof, looking at the waves, with my arms wrapped around myself. I lean against the wind with my eyes closed and pretend I have on that imaginary coat I created back in Seattle, but it doesn’t help much against actual weather.\n\nAs I open my eyes, I notice the lights shimmering off the Oceanside Pier in the distance. I’ve stood on this roof countless times but never really noticed the way the lights dance through the ocean spray. And I don’t know if I haven’t been quite as aware of my surroundings until now or if something really is different, but I’m somehow breathing a little deeper and feeling more present than before, more here right now instead of trying to be someplace else.\n\nThe textured light glinting off the waves reminds me of the way rustling leaves look in autumn’s windswept trees. I remember watching the leaves let loose from their branches a little over a year ago and wishing that I could let go of someday as easily as the trees were letting go of their leaves.\n\nI don’t know that I’ve already begun.Embed', 'default'",0
7733,Eddy_Arnold___Cattle_Call,happy,"""Cattle Call  The cattle are prowlin' the coyotes are howlin'\nOut with the doggies bawl\nWhere spurs are jinglin' a cowboy is singin'\nThis lonesome cattle call\n\nHe rides in the sun till his day's work is done\nAnd he rounds up the cattle each fall\nSingin' this cattle call\n\nFor hours he will ride on the range far and wide\nWhen the night wind blows up a squall\nHis heart is a feather in all kinds of weather\nHe sings his cattle call\nHe's brown as a bear from ridin' the prairie\nAnd he sings with an old western drawl\nSingin' this cattle call...",0
6849,Demi_Lovato___Get_Back,happy,"'', 'default'",0
946,Alphabeat___10_000_Nights,happy,"""10.000 Nights  [Verse 1: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nI was not looking for arty-farty love\nI wanted someone to love completely\nAnd someone more than weekly\nI was looking for a decent boy\nFor a tender glance, woh-oh-oh\nFor a safety dance, woh-oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stine & Anders SG]\nThe wuthering heights\nAnd the stormy nights\n[Chorus: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nYou give me ten thousand nights of thunder\nBut I will give them all back to you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool\n\n[Verse 2: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nYou came like a thief in the night and stole my heart\nOoh, like a solitude erasure\nLike an elevator\nAnd I know we'd do anything for love Oh yeah\nAnd it is you and me, woh-oh-oh\nFor all eternity, woh-oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Stine & Anders SG]\nThe wuthering heights\nAnd the stormy nights\n\n[Chorus: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nYou give me ten thousand nights of thunder\nBut I will give them all back to you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\nIt feels like ten thousand nights of thunder\nWhen I've spent one with you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\nYou might also like[Bridge: Anders SG & Stine]\nAnd baby, baby, you're irresistible and I'm insatiable Ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh\nYeah, love is an ocean of sweet emotion Sweet emotion\n\n[Chorus: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nYou give me ten thousand nights of thunder\nBut I will give them all back to you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\nIt feels like ten thousand nights of thunder\nWhen I've spent one with you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\nYeah, you give me ten thousand nights of thunder\nBut I'll give them all back to you\n'Cause you're so ooh Du-du-du, you're so ah Du-du-du\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\n\n[Outro: Anders SG, Stine, Both]\nDu-du-du, du-du-du\nDu-du-du-du-du\nYou're so ooh You're so, you're so ah You're so\nYou're so cool Baby, you're so super-supremely-ba-ba-di-oh\nDu-du-du, du-du-du Oh yeah\nDu-du-du-du-du\nYou're so ooh You're so, you're so ah You're so\nYou're so cool Baby, baby, yeah\nDu-du-du, du-du-du Oh yeah\nDu-du-du-du-du\nYou're so ooh You're so, you're so ah You're so\nYou're so Yeah\nDu-du-du, du-du-du\nDu-du-du-du-du\nYou're so ooh, you're so ah\nYou're so cool\nDu-du-du, du-du-du\nDu-du-du-du-du1",0
6161,Cyndi_Lauper___My_First_Night_Without_You,happy,"""My First Night Without You  [Verse 1]\nI'm driving home from work\nKnowing you're not there\nI used to hurry home\nNow I don't even care\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe sun is in my eyes, so I can't see\nBut when it sets down behind the mountain it's gonna be\n\n[Chorus]\nMy first night without you\nMy first night without you\nMy first night without you, oh\nOh, without you\n[Verse 2]\nI sit here like a fool\nRemembering everything\nThe way we used to talk\nThe songs that we used to sing\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI gotta to try and leave the past behind\nBut my memory's so good\nI think that I'm losing my mind\n\n[Chorus]\nMy first night without you\nMy first night without you\nAnd I wonder what I'll do, oh\nOh, without you\n\n[Bridge]\nWill I be able to sleep?\nWill I lie in my bed and weep?\nWhat if I forget and reach for you?\nWill I dream about you?\nMy first night, my first night\n\n[Chorus]\nMy first night without you\nMy first night without you\nAnd I wonder what I'll do, oh\nMy first night, my first night\nMy first night, my first night\nMy first night without you, oh\nMy first night without you...",0
9063,Findlay_Brown___Losing_The_Will_To_Survive,calm,"""Losing the Will to Survive  Have you ever been alone\nWhere the wind runs, skips and moans\nAnd a man comes in your way\nTelling you it's time to pray\n\nEverybody's got illusions\nEverybody talks so tall\nEverybody draws conclusions\nWhen they make no sense at all\nEverybody's got a reason to be there\nWhen they're down on their luck\nLosing the will to survive\nHave you ever seen them cry\nWith a love they won't deny\nAnd a man gets in their way\nTelling all it's time to pray\n\nEverybody's got illusions\nEverybody talks so tall\nEverybody draws conclusions\nWhen they make no sense at all\nEverybody's got a reason to be there\nWhen they're down on their luck\nLosing the will to survive\n\nHave you ever been revived\nYour possession thrown aside\nAnd a man comes in your way\nTelling you it's time to pray\n\nEverybody's got illusions\nEverybody talks so tall\nEverybody draws conclusions\nBut they make no sense at all\nEverybody's got a reason to be there\nWhen they're down on their luck\nLosing the will to survive",2
1861,Arrah_and_the_Ferns___Southern_Comfort,sad,"""Southern Comfort  If you want I'll send you a postcard\n\nTo let you know I'm here\n\nI'll be sure to fill it with imagery\n\nAnd I'll be sure to be sincere\n\nCause I don't want to be your burden\n\nI don't want you to worry for me\nJust know it will better now\n\nIt will be better we all will agree\n\nWhen I don't have to be so many things\n\nWhen I don't have to be a son\n\nYou won't have to waste your empathy\n\nYou can do whatever you want...\n\noo la la la la oo la la...\n\nYou can try if you want you can build me a house\n\nBut don't cry when I go when you knew that I would\n\nIt's out of your hands, I'm trying to leave, let me go...\n\nI'll write you one last letter\n\nI'll tie it to a string\n\nI'll hang it from a lantern\nYou might also likeFor you to find in New Orleans\n\nWhen you go to meet your Maker\n\nWhen you go to cut your ties\n\nWhen you go to drown in the water\n\nThat springs eternal life\n\nBut don't you know that you are living\n\nYou are living inside a lie\n\nWhen you know it could be better here\n\nIt could be better if you'd just try\n\nSo mark my words and syntax\n\nWhen you read my final note\n\nI want you to know the consequence\n\nWhen you leave this world alone\noo la la la la oo la la...\n\nI won't try anymore; I won't build you a house\n\nWon't cry when you leave; I know that you're weak\n\nI did all that I could, you know I tried to give you a reason...\n\nSo you can die if you want, you can do what you please\n\nBut remember the ones that have to bury the seeds\n\nJust know when you go, you place death upon every life...",1
6995,Devics___Salty_Seas,calm,"""Salty Seas  [Verse 1]\nI'm not saying that\nI felt like you cared\nI'm not saying that\nI want to go back\n\n[Chorus 1]\nThe salty seas behind the eye\nAnd it's the tears that come and make me cry\nThe falling leaf that never tries\nTo hold on to what keeps it alive\n[Verse 2]\nI was so green nothing could touch me\nI'm not saying that\nThis is good or bad\nI'm not saying that I want to go\n\n[Chorus 1]\nThe salty seas behind the eye\nAnd it's the tears that come and make me cry\nThe falling leaf that never tries\nTo hold on to what keeps it alive\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThe summer dream behind the eye\nAnd it's the sleep that makes me alive\nThe sudden ease when you arrive\nAnd it's you\nThat makes me tryYou might also like1",2
6987,Devics___Afraid_Of_Loving_You,sad,"""Afraid of Loving You  Don't say I'm afraid of loving you\nYou're everything I've wanted too\nDon't say my heart is never true\nEverything I do I do for you\n\nYou can have me\nI'm yours till the end of the night\nYou can take me\nI swear I won't put up a fight\n\nLay next to me and sleep awhile\nWe'll let the hours slowly pass us by\nWhisper soft into my ear\nAnd promise me we'll lie forever here\nYou can have me\nI'm yours till the end of the night\nYou can take me\nI swear I won't put up a fight",1
1482,Annuals___Fair,sad,"""Fair  I know there's no hope in holding up this weight\nIt just won't float\nMan, I tried, but the tide\nIt knows no sides\nIf that's what's not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?\nIf that's what's not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?\n\nMaybe she needs love\nTo put the bottle down\nMaybe she needs me\nTo be around\nThe pain in her stare is drawing me shapes\nOh, so fair\nThe pain in her stare is making me wish I was there\nWith something to declare\n\nWe'll it's quite possible I won't make it out\nAlive\nBecause I'm quite sure that I could die\nBecause what's best is what's left when nothing is left but the sound of\nThe rain on your head, a woman asleep in your bed\nDreaming in my bed\n\nSomething's got to happen\nNow",1
241,Abba___Shes_My_Kind_Of_Girl,happy,"""She’s My Kind of Girl  [Verse 1]\nLook at her face, it's a wonderful face\nAnd it means something special to me\nLook at the way that she smiles when she sees me\nHow lucky can one fellow be?\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine\nWho could ever believe that she would be mine?\nShe's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue\nAnd if she ever leaves me what could I do, what could I do?\n[Verse 2]\nAnd when we go for a walk in the park\nThen she holds me and squeezes my hand\nWe'll go on walking for hours and talking\nAbout all the things that we plan\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine\nWho could ever believe that she would be mine?\nShe's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue\nAnd if she ever leaves me what could I do, what could I do?\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine\nWho could ever believe that she would be mine?\nShe's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue\nAnd if she ever leaves me what could I do?\n\n[Outro]\nShe's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine\nWho could ever believe that she would be mine?You might also like1",0
2328,Backstreet_Boys___Undone,sad,"'Undone  [Verse 1: AJ]\nYour words burn, they\'re melting\nWhat we have and I\'m breaking down\nNo reason, no warning\nNo love lost and you might as well\n\n[Pre-Chorus: AJ & Howie]\nTake our pictures off the walls tonight\nI don\'t wanna see you no more\nI don\'t wanna feel you no more\nTake our memories, throw them all aside\nI hope you finally get what you want\nNow you know\n[Chorus: Brian & All]\nI didn\'t wanna live without ya\nI didn\'t wanna love without ya\nI used to think I\'d die without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\nI can\'t feel without ya\nYou know I can\'t deal without ya\nAnd now I got a life without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\n\n[Verse 2: Nick]\nThis constant echoing in my head\nI\'m spinning \'round\nYou seem so unaffected unaffected\nWhile I go on in this hell\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Nick & Howie]\nTake our pictures off the walls tonight\nI don\'t wanna see you no more\nI don\'t wanna feel you no more\nTake our memories, throw them all aside\nI hope you finally get what you want\nNow you know, yeah\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Chorus: Brian & All]\nI didn\'t wanna live without ya\nI didn\'t wanna love without ya\nI used to think I\'d die without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\nI can\'t feel without ya\nYou know I can\'t deal without ya\nAnd now I got a life without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\n\n[Interlude: Brian]\nOh-oh-ooh-ooh\nWe can be undone\n\n[Bridge: All & Nick]\nYou\'re talking now\nAnd I\'m hearing everything that you say\nAnd ""I\'m holding on"" is a real phrase\nAnd it\'s dragging me along to my grave\nNo, it\'s dragging me to my grave\nYou\'re talking now\nAnd I\'m hearing everything that you say\nSay oh-no!\nAnd ""I\'m holding on"" is a real phrase\nAnd it\'s dragging me along to my grave\n[Chorus: Brian & All]\nI didn\'t wanna live without ya\nI didn\'t wanna love without ya\nI used to think I\'d die without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\nI can\'t feel without ya\nYou know I can\'t deal without ya\nAnd now I got a life without ya\nNow it\'s killing me\nThat we can be undone\n\n[Countermelody: All & Brian]\nYou\'re talking now\nAnd I\'m hearing everything that you say\nLove without ya\nAnd ""I\'m holding on"" is a real phrase\nI used to think I\'d die without ya\nAnd it\'s dragging me along to my grave\nNow it\'s killing me\nYou\'re talking now\nI can\'t feel without ya\nAnd I\'m hearing everything that you say\nYou know I can\'t deal without ya\nAnd ""I\'m holding on"" is a real phrase\nAnd now I got a life without ya\nAnd it\'s dragging me along to my grave\nNow it\'s killing me\n\n[Outro: All]\nWe can be undoneEmbed', 'default'",1
1983,Astrud_Gilberto___The_Puppy_Song,happy,"""The Puppy Song  Harry Nilsson\nDreams are nothing more than wishes\nAnd a wish's just a dream you wish to come true\n\nIf only I could have a puppy\nI'd call myself so very lucky\nJust to have some company\nTo share a cup of tea with me\nI'd take my puppy everywhere\nLa la la la I wouldn't care\nThen we'll stay away from crowds\nWith signs that say no dogs allowed\nOh we... I know he'd never bite me\nWe... I know he'd never bite me\nIf only I could have a friend\nWho sticks with me until the end\nAnd walk along beside the sea\nTo share a bit of moon with me\nI'd take my friend most everywhere\nLa la la la I wouldn't care\nAnd we'll stay away from crowds\nWith signs that say no friends allowed\nOh we...we'd be so happy to be...\nWe...we'd be so happy to be together\n\nBut dreams are nothing more than wishes\nAnd a wish's just a dream you wish to come true\nDreams are nothing more than wishes\nYour wish will come true\nAnd a wish's just a dream Your wish will come true\nYou wish to come true Your wish will come true",0
2990,Bic_Runga___Captured,sad,"'Captured  I want you when you are close to me\nI want you never to be far\nI know you have laid a trap for me\nYes, I know you, but not as who you are\n\nBlack on the ground, I am still as a stone\nWhatever changed my love to despair\nLight through the clouds trapped the scent of a soul\nIn a moment, my love, I am captured, captured\n\nI want you when you are close to me\nI want you never to be far\nI know you have laid a trap for me\nYes, I know you, but not as who you are\nBlack on the ground, I am still as a stone\nWhatever changed my love to despair\nLight through the clouds trapped the scent of a soul\nIn a moment, my love, I am captured, captured\n\nWhatever changes love to despair\nIn a moment, my love, I am captured, capturedYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1749,Arch_Enemy___Night_Falls_Fast,anger,"""Night Falls Fast  [Verse 1]\nThis Earth speaks of darkness\nTo come in the blood of man\nThe air, breathe the poison\nAll water running black\nUntil the sun rises and sets on death\nThe sky burns red like sheer hate\nThe light in our eyes will fade\nTo join the darkness of our souls\n\n[Chorus]\nThe Earth is losing its light\nNight falls fast\nWatch the dying sun\nWe're lost\n[Verse 2]\nNo angel dares to land\nIn this hell of mankind's making\nBuried all beauty in our foulness\nNature begins to shine its fury\nUntil the sun rises and sets on death\nThe sky burns red like sheer hate\n\n[Chorus]\nThe Earth is losing its light\nNight falls fast\nWatch the dying sun\nWe're\n\n[Bridge]\nNight falls upon mankind\nPray for the dead\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nThe sky burns red\nLike sheer hate\n\n[Chorus]\nThe Earth is losing its light\nNight falls fast\nWatch the dying sun\nWe're lost",3
8188,Emerson_Hart___Run_To,happy,"""Run To  How I love to be the chain\nHow I love to say your name\nHow I wanna be the one you run to\nHow I wanna see this through\n\nHow I love to be the risk\nAnd the wrinkles in your fist\nHow I love to be the one you need\nHow I love to watch it bleed\n\nWhen will you learn just to give me\nWhat I want, what I want\nWhen will you learn to let it show\nHow I wanna be the eye\nAs it watches in the sky\nHow I thought it was a reason call\nHow I love to risk it all\n\nHow I love to be the twist\nHow I wanna live through this\nSwinging wildly from a hand you hold\nHow I love to be that bold\n\nWhen will you learn just to give me\nWhat I want, what I want\nWhen will you learn to let it show\nWhat you didn't see comin\nWhen will you learn just to give me\nWhat I want, what I want\nWhen will you learn to let it show\n\nWhen will you learn just to give me\nWhat I want, what I want\nWhen will you learn to let it show",0
6247,DON_JOHNSON_BIG_BAND___One_MC__One_Delay,anger,"'One Mc, One Delay  ONE MC, ONE DELAY  \n\nChorus\n\nOne MC and one delay\nWe rock the party with no DJ\nOne MC and one delay\nWho rock the party with no DJ?\n\nVerse 1\nI ain\'t afraid of dying \'cause I\'m a laser lion\nAnd better days arrive upon a maze of blind men\nMarching on an amazing high, they give me\nNine-eight hey\'s when I raise a five\n\nRazor fine, cutting edge, on occasion I\nMight light up in the backroom raising eyes\nAnd their brows, how\'s that-a-make your crazy ties\nSpin around your red necks when I plagiarize\n\nBlaze a fire from your mouth, keep the place alive\nShatter batteries, effects, and a case of wine\nOkay so fine, you\'re Mr. Big Man on the bass line\nIf you play so fine, have a taste of mine\n\nI\'m like a trapped criminal, face the crime\nMy track\'s a little more evasive, I\'m\nA complacent mind in the place of trying\nYou can find me in the right place and time\n\nChorus\nVerse 2\n\nNo I\'m not content, I could have rocked a tent\nFull of fans, hock the pen, pull up my pants\nAnd go panting: oxygen\nNot a damn thing green on my side, hop the fence\nYou might also like\'Cause I got the necessary documents\nA good word from all the former occupants\nOf the house, but not before I locked \'em in\nWith a mouse, ate the key, my compliments are free\n\nBut it will cost you confidence, to be an optimist\nCan take an optic lens bigger than Canada\nGranted a lot depends on skill\nOff the bend to an awkward end of will\n\nIs where the recommended walk begins\n\'til reason might freeze, turn talk to sense\nAnd if I never write a thesis? doctorates?\nPfffft! I\'ll write a rhyme and go talk to heads...\n\nChorus\nVerse 3\n\nAnd when the going gets tough, a lot of cats run scared\nThis is it, a physical whip on your rear\nI\'ll be knockin\' on your door sayin\' ""ay yo yo""\nKnockin\' on your head sayin\' ""ay yo yo""\n\n\'Cause police don\'t handle people like Johnson\nAnd these dope vandals are takin\' the town, son\nA menace to Venice, embarrassin\' Paris\nHarrison Ford -type charismatic gunners goin\' frantic\nWith arms so heavy, might tear the place down\nAss destruction! Everybody face down!\nD to the J to the B to the B to the A to the B-S-U-R-D\n\'Cuz it\'s bigger than hiphop, bigger than life\n\nIt\'s bigger than your momma and it\'s bigger than your wife\nGettin\' bigger by the minute, takin\' over the nation\nThese words from the beatback radio station\n\nChorusEmbed', 'default'",3
5313,Chris_Cornell___Thank_You,sad,"'Thank You  [Chorus 1]\nIf the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you\nWhen mountains crumble to the sea\nThere will still be you and me\n\n[Verse 1]\nKind woman, I give you my all\nKind woman, nothing more\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLittle drops of rain whisper of the pain\nTears of loves lost in the days gone by\nMy love is strong, with you there is no wrong\nTogether we shall go until we die\n[Verse 2]\nAn inspiration is what you are to me\nInspiration, look and see\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd so today, my world it smiles\nYour hand in mine, we walk the miles\nThanks to you it will be done\nBecause you to me are the only one\nHappiness, no more be sad\nHappiness, I am glad\n\n[Chorus 2]\n\n[Chorus 1]\n\n[Outro]\nOoooh[repeat until fade]You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2961,Beyoncé___Yes,calm,"'Yes  [Intro]\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh\n\n[Chorus]\nI said yes to your number\nAnd yes to you dating me\nYes, we can be together\nBut you gotta wait for me\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes\nI said yes, we can be together\nYes, you can stay with me\nBut when I say no, not tonight\nYou actin\' so ungratefully\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes\n[Verse 1]\nYou was on the wall\nI was with my crew\nYou was watchin\' me, baby\nI was watchin\' you\nSlowly, you walked over\nI maintained my cool\nYou said hello to me\nI said hello to you\nYou asked me where I\'m from\nI asked you what you do\nYou somehow intrigued me\nI thought you were so cool\nSomewhere between hi and goodbye, I felt so comfortable\nI felt like we could talk all night, so I gave my number to you\n\n[Chorus]\nI said yes to your number\nAnd yes to you dating me\nYes, we can be together\nBut you gotta wait for me\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes\nI said yes, we can be together\nYes, you can stay with me\nBut when I say no, not tonight\nYou actin\' so ungratefully\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nCertainly, you can call me, baby\nI love to hear from you\nYes, of course, you can come and see me, boy\nWanna get to know you more\nSure, I\'m feelin\' you\n""No, baby, not yet, we can\'t take that next step""\nWhy you getting so upset?\nBoy, you act as though I never told you yes before\nYou are so ungrateful, mm-mm-mmm\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou was at my house\nI was sittin\' on my couch\nYou was really buggin\', so I\nTold you to get out\nI had been misjudging you\nYou had a lotta nerve\nYou too damn old to be so immature\nI hope you learn\nYou said I move too slow\nI showed you to the door\nYou said you\'d call me later\nI said don\'t call no more\nIt is cool if you can\'t wait for me\nI\'m glad you let me know\n\'Cause you showed me your true face, baby\nThe first time I said no\n[Chorus]\nI said yes to your number\nAnd yes to you dating me\nYes, we can be together\nBut you gotta wait for me\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes\nI said yes, we can be together\nYes, you can stay with me\nBut when I say no, not tonight\nYou actin\' so ungratefully\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes before\n\n[Outro]\nI said yes to your number\nAnd yes to you dating me\nYes, we can be together\nBut you gotta wait for me\nThe first time I say no\nIt\'s like I never said yes It\'s like I never said yes7Embed', 'default'",2
4116,Brandi_Carlile___Follow,happy,"""Follow  Follow your heart and see where it might take you\nDon't let the world outside there break you\nThey know not who you are inside\nThey've never felt your hell\nDon't ever let them crack\n\nHold out I know you feel it getting cold out\nWithout the blanket for your soul and\nBefore you know it you'll be frozen\nAnd you have to see this through\nThere's no one here but you\nI feel the rain coming down\nIt reminds me of who I used to be\nBut now that's nothing more\nThan a memory\n\nDon't go to sleep and cry because\nTomorrow if you let it, it will swallow\nYou up and none of this will matter\nAnymore\n\nI feel the rain coming down\nIt reminds me of who I used to be\nBut now that's nothing more\nThan a memory...\n\nFollow your heart and see where it might take you\nDon't let the world outside there break you\nThey know not who you are inside\nThey've never felt your hell\nDon't ever let them crack your shellSee Brandi Carlile LiveGet tickets as low as $45",0
7037,Diablo___Read_My_Scars,anger,"""Read My Scars  [Verse 1]\nSoon they will see what I mean\nWhen I've said that stones won't bleed\nSo that they don't have to waste\nTheir lives wondering why\nThey've been dreaming all these years\nAll these years I've been hurting\nIt is my answer to their world\nTo everything I see\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHave you ever seen\nThe weight of the world\nCrushing someone's soul\nYou will see me in hell 'cos\nI have opened myself\nFor this god of emptiness\n[Verse 2]\nI have painted it in my flesh\nSo that the whole world can see\nThere is something very cold in me\nThey don't want to believe\nI've said stay away from me\nFrom my sick morality\nMy life goes on without your love\nWithout your prayers now\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHave you ever seen\nThe weight of the world\nCrushing someone's soul\nYou will see me in hell 'cos\nI have opened myself\nFor this god of emptiness\n\n[Chorus]\nRead my scars!\nRead my scars, it's okay for me baby!\nRead my scars!\nRead my scars, it's okay for me baby!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHave you ever seen\nThe weight of the world\nCrushing someone's soul\nYou will see me in hell 'cos\nI have opened myself\nFor this god of emptiness\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nRead my scars!\nRead my scars, it's okay for me baby!\nRead my scars!\nRead my scars!",3
498,Aimee_Mann___Long_Shot,sad,"""Long Shot  [Intro]\nFive, six, seven... fifty\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou fucked it up\nYou should've quit\n'Til circumstances\nHad changed a bit\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou fucked it up\nYou jumped the gun\nI swore you off but\nYou climbed back on\n[Verse 3]\nAnd when you said\nOf course you know\nCould I be blamed\nIf I'd wished it so\nI don't think so\n\n[Verse 4]\nYou fucked it up\nOr was it you\n'Cause when you said it\nI said it too\nWhat of it\n\n[Verse 5]\nAnd all that stuff\nI knew before\nJust turned into\nPlease love me more\nPlease love me more\nPlease love me more\nPlease love me more\nPlease love me more\nPlease love me more\nPlease love meSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1
2448,Barclay_James_Harvest___Poor_Mans_Moody_Blues,sad,"""Poor Man’s Moody Blues  All the nights that I've missed you\nAll the nights without end\nAll the times that I've called you\nOnly needing a friend\nNow your eyes shine with beauty\nThat I missed long ago\nGuess the truth is I love you\nI can't say any more\n\nCause I need you\nYes I want you\nYes I love you\nAs I look from my window\nTo the streets where you stand\nI am gazing through dark glass\nWe can't walk hand in hand\nThough your friends try to tell me\nThough your friends you defend\nThey keep my heart from your heart\nWe must be in the end\n\nCause I love you\nYes I need you\nYes I love you\n\nAll the nights that I've missed you\nAll the nights without end\nAll the times that I've called you\nOnly needing a friend\nNow your eyes shine with beauty\nThat I missed long ago\nGuess the truth is I love you\nI can't say any more\n\nCause I need you\nYes I want you\nYes I love you\nYou might also likeCause I need you\nYes I want you\nYes I love you, love you\nLove you",1
1486,Annuals___Sway,calm,"""Sway  One, two, three, yeah!\n\nI'm in love with everything i see\nToday\nWell, it's bright and new\n\nSome waves have borrowed all of my pain\nFor the next few hours\nI can sway\nI can sway\nOh, where i lay\nI can sway\nThe water's rising\nLife is ending\nOh, i've lived on top of my own words\n\nSimplified\nI'm not shaking\nSpeed is the only factor\n\nA kitten on a patio\nA kitten on a patio is looking for me\nA kitten on a patio\nThat kitten on the patio can't get to me\nWhere i lay\n\nWhere i lay\nI can sway\nWhere i lay\nI can sway\n\nThe water's rising\nLife is ending\nOh, i've lived on top of my own words...\n\nHave it all\nWe'll have it all\nWe\nWe can...one, two, three, yeah!\nYou might also likeI'm in love with everything i see\nToday\nWell, it's bright and new\n\nSome waves have borrowed all of my pain\nFor the next few hours\nI can sway\nI can sway\nOh, where i lay\nI can sway\n\nThe water's rising\nLife is ending\nOh, i've lived on top of my own words\n\nSimplified\nI'm not shaking\nSpeed is the only factor\n\nA kitten on a patio\nA kitten on a patio is looking for me\nA kitten on a patio\nThat kitten on the patio can't get to me\nWhere i lay\n\nWhere i lay\nI can sway\nWhere i lay\nI can sway\nThe water's rising\nLife is ending\nOh, i've lived on top of my own words...\n\nHave it all\nWe'll have it all\nWe\nWe can...",2
57,A_Fine_Frenzy___Liar__Liar,calm,"""Liar, Liar  Liar liar\nYou're such a great big liar\nWith the tallest tales\nThat I have ever heard\nFire fire\nYou set my soul on fire\nLaughing in the corner\nAs it burns\n\nRight between the ribs\nIt's sinking in\nOh oh, the sirens sang so sweet\nAnd watched the sailors going down\nOh oh, you talk to me in siren song\nYeah, anyone would drown\nAnyone would drown\nSick and tired\nOf this mad desire\nFluttering inside me\nLike a hawk\nWire wire\nYou've got my hands on wires\nWell, heaven help you\nWhen I get them off\n\nRight between the ribs\nYou'll feel it then\n\nOh oh, the sirens sang so sweet\nAnd watched the sailors going down\nOh oh, you talk to me in siren song\nYeah, anyone would drown\nAnyone would drown\n\nAll the ships go down\nFollowing the sound\nAll the ships go down\n\nOh oh, the sirens sang so sweet\nAnd watched the sailors going down\nOh oh, you talk to me in siren song\nYeah, anyone would drown\nAnyone would drown",2
7203,Dinah_Washington___Just_One_More_Chance,happy,"""Just One More Chance  Well, just one more chance\nTo prove it's you alone I care for\nEach night I say a little prayer for\nJust one more chance\n\nJust one more night\nTo taste the kisses that enchant me\nI'd want no others if you'd grant me\nJust one more chance\n\nI've learned the meaning of repentance\nNow you're the jury at my trial\nI know that I should serve my sentence\nStill I'm hoping all the while\nThat you'll give me just one more word\nI'd say that I was glad to start out\nBut now I'm back to cry my heart out\nI said I was through with love\nBut can't you see that I'm back for\nJust one more chance",0
2873,Bens_Brother___Time,sad,"""Time  A second, a minute, an hour, a day and its gone*\nLittle by little it fritters away try as you may you can never replace it\nA moment of beauty you stumble upon\nAs long as you treasure whatever it is, whatever it is could never be wasted\nSo if we all turn to dust\nBetter to've loved and lost\nCos everything has a cost\nSo if you're gonna spend time\nSpend it upon me\nSpend it up on me\nJust give me your time\nI don't want your money\nI'd crawl then I'd walk then I'd run but then I'd stumble and fall\nSomewhere between the love and the lust\nI tried my best I was maladjusted\nAnd I'm not saying that I know it all\nMaybe I'm a little more self-aware\nStill get scared but I've learned to trust it\nSo when it comes to us\nI've weighed up all the odds\nI bet that this is love\nSo if you're gonna spend time\nSpend it upon me\nSpend it up on me\nJust give me your time\nDon't take it from me\nI know hard it is\nGetting it right\nAt a time like this\nSo you'd better believe\nBelieve\nHow right it could be\nSo if you're gonna spend time\nSpend it upon me\nSpend it up on me\nJust give me your time\nI don't want your money",1
9623,Frozen_Plasma___Crossroads,sad,"""Crossroads  I see you standing at the shore\nOf stony mountains cold and gray\nOur thoughts collide my heart feels warm\nWe must awake before break of the day\n\nRemember moments left behind\nLike stormy seas swept time away\nThese memories so safe and sound\nWe must awake before break of the day\n\nLike shadows formed of a human lie\nAnd fragile words which seemed so wise\nNo luring masks no cruel disguise\nRedemption lies in between our soul\nImagine twilight clouds and shame\nUndoubtful dreams no hope in sight\nWe'll pass our way but leave no strain\nRedemption lies in between our soul\n\nAgain she fled, left me behind\nWith nothing but sadness on my mind\nAgain she fled, left me behind\nWith nothing but sadness on my mind\n\nAround the corner it may wait\nAnother lucky call of fate\nI saw it passing by today\nTomorrow you will cross my way\n\nI'll take the secret path that run\nTowards a devastating sun\nTo reach the place my dreams have shown\nThat will disclose to us alone\n\nWhen winter's passed you'll sure be home\nYour voice immortal in my head\nAll hope is gone I feel alone\nWe won't awake before break of the day\n\nYour arms like silver shimmering\nEmbrace me with familiar warmth\nFarewell to all I knew before\nWe won't awake before break of the day\nYou might also likeAgain she fled, left me behind\nWith nothing but sadness on my mind\nAgain she fled, left me behind\nWith nothing but sadness on my mind\n\nAround the corner it may wait\nAnother lucky call of fate\nI saw it passing by today\nTomorrow you will cross my way\n\nI'll take the secret path that run\nTowards a devastating sun\nTo reach the place my dreams have shown\nThat will disclose to us alone\n\nAround the corner it may wait\nAnother lucky call of fate\nI saw it passing by today\nTomorrow you will cross my way\n\nI'll take the secret path that run\nTowards a never lasting sun\nTo reach the place my dreams have shown\nThat will disclose to us alone",1
4512,Bucks_Fizz___The_Land_Of_Make_Believe,happy,"'The Land of Make Believe  Stars in your eyes, little one\nWhere do you go to dream\nTo a place, we all know\nThe land of make believe\n\nShadows tapping at your window\nGhostly voices whisper: ""Will you come and play?""\n\nNot for all the tea in China\nOr the corn in Carolina\nNever, never ever\nThey\'re running after you, babe\nRun for the sun little one\nYou\'re an outlaw once again\nTime to change, Superman\nHe\'ll be with us while he can\nIn the land of make believe\n\nSomething nasty in your garden\'s waiting\nPatiently, \'till it can have your heart\n\nTry to go but it won\'t let you\nDon\'t you know it\'s out to get you running\nKeep on running\nThey\'re running after you, babe\n\nRun for the sun, little one\nYou\'re an outlaw once again\nTime to change, Superman\nHe\'ll be with us while he can\nIn the land of make believe\n\nYour world is turning\nFrom night to day\nYour dream is burning far, far away\n\nInto the blue, you and I\nTo the circus in the sky\nCaptain Kids on the sand\nWith the treasure close at hand\nIn the land of make believe\nYou might also likeIn the land of make believe\n\nRun for the sun, little one\nYou\'re an outlaw once again\nTime to change, Superman\nHe\'ll be with us while he can\nIn the land of make believe\n\nRun for the sun, little one\nYou\'re an outlaw once again\nTime to change, Superman\nHe\'ll be with us while he can\nIn the land of make believe\n\nI\'ve got a friend who comes to tea\nAnd no-one else can see but me\nHe came today but had to go\nTo visit you?\nYa never know1Embed', 'default'",0
6608,David_Ford___Go_To_Hell,sad,"'Go to Hell  I never treated you so mean\nLike that\'s a reason to be proud\nMy love, I know it\'s been so long\nBut I thought that i\'d just call around\n\nAnd with that smile that says\n""Yeah, well I knew you\'d wait for me""\nI can hear you say the day I fall down at your feet\nGo to hell\nGo to hell\nI thank you for your understanding\nI won\'t be long\nAnd for the things around the house\nYou left unthrown\n\nAnd hey, I know it\'s been so long\nBut I thought I\'d call\nAnd just come crawling back in time to hear you say\nGo to hell\nJust go to hell\n\nGo to hell\nMy sweet indecision do you think I\'d wait around for you?\nJust go to hell\n\'Cause I don\'t deserve you, you don\'t deserve this\nSo tell me hey\n\nGo to hell\nGo to hell\nGo to hellYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1101,Amorphis___From_The_Heaven_Of_My_Heart,sad,"""From the Heaven of My Heart  [Verse 1]\nI who have forged the heavens\nI also have my king\nTo northland I was sent\nI was cast to distant Pohjola\nEnforced by my king's spells\nHis orders undenied\n[Chorus]\nFrom the small crumbs of earth\nFrom a fleece of summer ewe\nFrom a memory of a single seed\nFrom the flair of a swan's feather\nI let the milk come seeping from the heaven\nHeaven of my heart\n[Verse 2]\nThere my skills were known to them all\nThey all knew my name\nAll knew of my might\nAnd I forged a godly device\nA machine divine\nThe gates of plenty opened by me\n[Chorus]\nFrom the small crumbs of earth\nFrom a fleece of summer ewe\nFrom a memory of a single seed\nFrom the flair of a swan's feather\nI let the milk come seeping from the heaven\nHeaven of my heart\n[Chorus]\nFrom the small crumbs of earth\nFrom a fleece of summer ewe\nFrom a memory of a single seed\nFrom the flair of a swan's feather\nI let the milk come seeping from the heaven\nHeaven of my heart\n[Chorus, abridged]\nFrom the flair of a swan's feather\nI let the milk come seeping from the heaven\nHeaven of my heartYou might also like1",1
4318,Britney_Spears___Where_Are_You_Now,happy,"""Where Are You Now  [Verse 1]\nCalling out your name\nYour face is everywhere\nI'm reaching out to you\nTo find that you're not there\nI wake up every night to see the state I'm in\nIt's like an endless fight I never seem to win\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI can't go on as long as I believe\nCan't let go when I keep wondering\n[Chorus]\nWhere are you now, what have you found?\nWhere is your heart when I'm not around?\nWhere are you now? You gotta let me know\nOh, baby, so I can let you go\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can hear your voice\nThe ring of yesterday\nIt seems so close to me\nBut yet so far away\nI should let it out\nTo save what's left of me\nAnd close the doors of doubt\nRevive my dignity, but\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI can't go on as long as I believe As long as I believe\nCan't let go when I keep wondering where are you\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere are you now, what have you found?\nWhere is your heart when I'm not around?\nWhere are you now? You gotta let me know\nOh, baby, so I can let you go\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI should let it out, it's time to let you go\nOh, baby, I just wanna know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhere are you now, what have you found? you now\nWhere is your heart when I'm not around? where is your heart when I'm not around?\nWhere are you now? You gotta let me know\nOh, baby, so I can let you go\nWhere are you now, what have you found? where are you now, what have you found?\nWhere is your heart when I'm not around? where is your heart when I'm not around?\nWhere are you now? You gotta let me know where are you now? Gotta let me know\nOh, baby, so I can let you go let you go4",0
6572,David_Archuleta___To_Be_With_You,happy,"""To Be With You  [Verse 1]\nI've been alone so many nights now\nAnd I've been waitin' for the stars to fall\nI keep holdin' out for what I don't know\nTo be with you, just to be with you\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo here I am staring at the moon tonight\nWondering how you look in this light\nMaybe you're somewhere thinkin' about me too\nTo be with you, there's nothing I wouldn't do\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I can't imagine two worlds spinnin' apart\nCome together eventually\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when we finally meet, I'll know it's right\nI'll be at the end of my restless road\nBut this journey, it was worth the fight\nTo be with you, just to be\n\n[Bridge]\nHolding you for the very first time, never letting go Never letting go\nWhat I wouldn't give to feel that way\nOoh\nOh, to be with you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, and I can't imagine two worlds spinnin' apart\nCome together eventually\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when you're standin' here in front of me\nThat's when I know that God does exist\n'Cause He will have answered every single prayer\nTo be with you, just to be with you, yeah\nYou",0
3342,Black_Moth_Super_Rainbow___Happy_Melted_City,happy,"""Happy Melted City  It's so fine\nBring back the sun\nIt feels fine\nBring back the sun\n\nWe didn't make it\nSun come out now\nWe didn't make it\nSun come out now\n\nIt feels fine\nBring back the sun\nIt's so fine\nBring back the sun\nWe didn't make it\nSun come out now\nWe didn't make it\nSun come out now",0
7979,Elisa___A_Little_Over_Zero,sad,"""A Little Over Zero  What shall I do\nJust to feel\nA little over zero\nAnd a little over\nIf I am sadness\nThe life will fall on my head\nGonna walk like it's forever\nI'm gonna walk just ‘cause this could save me\nAnd my fragility, it'll kill me…\n\nIs this the best I can be\nIs this the best I can be\nThen I wish to break it\nBut just for a while\nA saint for each bone\nWould be magical\nWell everything so all consuming\nEverything made on paper\nIf I am my weakness\nMy life will fall on my head\nGonna walk just like a clown\nGonna walk just ‘cause this could save me\nAnd my fragility, it'll kill me…\n\nIs this the best I can be\nIs this the best I can be\nThen I wish to break it\nBut just for a while\nThen I wish to break it\nBut just…\nThen I wish to break it\nBut just…",1
4231,Brian_Hyland___Let_Me_Belong_To_You,happy,"""Let Me Belong to You  Make me your slave\nTie me down, make me behave\nLet me belong to you\n\nMake me be true\nTell me what I can do\nLet me belong to you\n\nI don't wanna be free\nLike a wave on the sea\nNo place special to go\nBut toss to and fro\nOh make me your own\nNever never leave me alone\nMake all my dreams come true\nLet me belong to you\n\nSpoken\nMake me your slave\nTie me down, make me behave\nLet me belong to you\n\nI don't wanna be free\nLike a wave on the sea\nNo place special to go\nBut toss to and fro\n\nOh make me your own\nNever never leave me alone\nMake all my dreams come true\nLet me belong to you",0
1773,Architecture_In_Helsinki___Whats_In_Store,happy,"""What’s in Store?  [Intro]\nCarve your name into my arms\n'Cause I long to feel your name blood red\n\n[Verse 1]\nLeave our love life at the door\nWhat's in store?\nWe don't know just yet\nAnd that is why when we get together\nThere's no need to be clever\n[Chorus]\nLightning struck at eleven same as last night\nWe talk deeper than weather\nBaseball cap with a feather\nFire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life\n\n[Bridge]\nSidestep neighbors full of lust\nGood times rust\nAnd the runaway's best\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd when the love detector finds a spark\nIt's before dark when we couldn't care less\nAnd that is why when we get together\nThere's no need to be clever\n\n[Chorus]\nLightning struck at eleven same as last night\nWe talk deeper than weather\nBaseball cap with a feather\nFire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life",0
8205,Emilia___Big_Big_World,sad,"""TranslationsDanskBig Big World  [Chorus]\nI'm a big, big girl\nIn a big, big world\nIt's not a big, big thing if you leave me\nBut I do, do feel that\nI do, do will miss you much\nMiss you much\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can see the first leaf falling\nIt's all yellow and nice\nIt's so very cold outside\nLike the way I'm feeling inside\n[Chorus]\nI'm a big, big girl\nIn a big, big world\nIt's not a big, big thing if you leave me\nBut I do, do feel that\nI do, do will miss you much\nMiss you much\n\n[Verse 2]\nOutside it's now raining\nAnd tears are falling from my eyes\nWhy did it have to happen?\nWhy did it all have to end?\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm a big, big girl\nIn a big, big world\nIt's not a big big thing if you leave me\nBut I do, do feel that\nI do, do will miss you much\nMiss you much\n\n[Bridge]\nI have your arms around me warm like fire\nBut when I open my eyes\nYou're gone\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI'm a big, big girl\nIn a big, big world\nIt's not a big big thing if you leave me\nBut I do, do feel that\nI do, do will miss you much\nMiss you much\n\n[Outro]\nI'm a big, big girl\nIn a big, big world\nIt's not a big big thing if you leave me\nBut I do feel I will miss you much\nMiss you much",1
9370,For_Real___Love_Will_Be_Waiting_At_Home,happy,"""Love Will Be Waiting At Home  [Verse 1]\nWhat good is a kiss especially if it's not with the\nOne you truly love? Baby, don't kiss your life away\nWhat good is a house if it's not a home?\nWe don't wanna spend our lives alone\nBaby, let's not make that mistake\nDon't [4x]\n\nSome people search, but they search too far\nWhen love is so close to their hearts\nWell, I won't be searching cause love is right here\nAnd it's clear, it's right in your arms, baby\n[Hook 2x]\nDon't, Don't you go breaking my heart\nDon't run away from these arms\nThere's something I need you to know\nLove will be waiting at home\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat good is a heart if it's all alone\nWithout someone special there to hold?\nThe heart was not meant to waste away\nWhat good is a love, if it's not sincere?\nYou need someone special who's always there\nNot someone who'll just drift away\nNo [4x]\n\nSome people search through their whole life long\nTrying to find someone true\nWell, don't you go searching cause love is right\nHere, don't you fear. It's waiting for you\n\n[Hook 2x]\n\n[bridge]\nBoy, I will be there\nBe waiting for you\nIf you need, only call\nI'm there for you baby\nI'll give you my heart\nForever be true\nI'll be there for you\nAnd only for you\nYou might also like[hook 2x]\n\n[bridge]\n\nLove is waiting for you1",0
2799,Ben_Folds___Theres_Always_Someone_Cooler_Than_You,happy,"""There’s Always Someone Cooler Than You  Smile like you've got nothing to prove\nNo matter what you might do\nThere's always someone out there\nCooler than you\n\nI know that's hard to believe\nBut there are people you meet\nThey're into\nSomething\nThat is too big to be expressed\nThrough their clothes\nAnd they'll put up\nWith all the poses you throw\nAnd you won't even know\n\nThat they're not sizing you up\nThey know your ma fucked you up\nOr maybe let you watch\nToo much TV\nBut they'll still look in your eyes\nTo find the human inside\nYou know there's always something\nIn there to see\n\nBeneath the\nVeneer\nNot everybody made the list this year\nHave a beer\n\n[Hook]\nMake me feel tiny\nIf it makes you feel tall\nBut there's always someone\nCooler than you\n\n[Hook Cont'd]\nYeah, you're the shit\nBut you won't be it for long\nOh there's always someone\nCooler than you\nYeah, there's always someone\nCooler than you\nSee Ben Folds LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also likeNow that I've got the disease\nIn a way I'm relieved\nCause I don't have to stress about it\nLike you do\n\nI might just get up and dance\nOr buy some acid-washed pants\nWhen you don't care\nThen you've got nothing to lose\n\nAnd I won't hesitate\nCause every moment\nLife is slipping away\nS'okay\n\n[Hook]\nMake me feel tiny\nIf it makes you feel tall\nBut there's always someone\nCooler than you\n\n[Hook Cont'd]\nYeah, you're the shit\nBut you won't be it for long\nOh there's always someone\nCooler than you\nYeah, there's always someone\nCooler than you\nOh, there's always someone\nCooler than...\n\n[Bridge]\nLife is wonderful\nLife is beautiful\nWe're all children of\nOne big universe\nSo you don't have to be\nA chump\n\nAnd you know\nYou know\nThat I won't\nI won't\nHesitate\nHesitate\nCause every moment\nLife is slipping away\nAway\nIt's okay\nIt's okay\n\n[Hook]\nMake me feel tiny\nIf it makes you feel tall\nOh, cause there's always someone\nCooler than you\n\n[Hook Cont'd]\nYeah, you're the shit\nBut you won't be it for long\nBut there's always someone\nCooler than you\nOh yeah, there's always someone\nCooler than you\n\nBecause there's always someone\nCooler than you\n\nCooler than you",0
8720,Excuse_17___Watchmaker,happy,"""Watchmaker  Do you, do you, do you wanna watch me?\nCan you make them like to see me bleed?\nDo you, do you wanna watch me?\nCan you make them like to see me bleed?\nAre we something you can pick apart?\nWell, there's one more spot on the guest list\n\nI asked you what time it was\nNot how to make a watch\nI asked you what time it was\nNot how to make a watch\nEvery time I speak to you\nI see your lies don't shine through\nEvery line you babble spoils\nSo get away from me because I hate your guts\n\nI want, I want to rip off your best catch phrase\nSmear your face across the music page\nGonna rip off your best catch phrase\nSmear your face across the front page\nWatch out cute girly girly girlfriend\nThe watchmaker is the watch watch watchmaker\n\nI asked you what time it was\nNot how to make a watch\nI asked you what time it was\nNot how to make a watch\n\nEvery time I speak to you\nI see your lies don't shine through\nEvery line you babble spoils\nSo get away from me because I hate your guts\n\nI don't speak loud enough you say\nIs this loud enough for you?\nWe don't rock hard enough you say\nIs this hard enough for you?\nI don't talk smart enough you say\nIs this smart enough for you?\nI don't speak loud enough you say\nIs this loud enough for you?\nYou might also likeTick tock watchmaker\nShe's a smart ass kicker\nTick tock watchmaker\nShe's a smart ass kicker\nTick tock watchmaker smart ass kicker\nFind her tell her you're finally a watchmaker\n\nI told you how to make a watch, how does it feel?\nI told you how to make a watch, time to kill\n\nEvery time I speak to you\nI see your lies don't shine through\nEvery line you babble spoils\nSo get away from me because I hate your guts\n\nTick tock watchmaker\nFind her tell her you're finally a watchmaker\nTick tock\nTick tock\nYou're finally a watchmaker",0
5442,Chromeo___Rage,anger,"""Rage!  You always told me you wanted something more\nI couldn't give you what you were looking for\nIs that a reason to stab me in the back?\nNow tell me baby what you think about that\n\nIs it revenge? Is it a sin?\nIs that the way you treat your motherfuckin' friend?\nI'm just saying, I do no wrong\nI just felt like writing this song\n\n[Chorus]\nRage! You got me in a state of rage\nI've been acting kind of strange\nI don't know how else to behave\nRage! You got me in a state of rage\nI've been acting kind of strange\nI don't know how else to behave\nYou say you're sorry, you say that you still care\nDeep down you're mad, you think I did my share\nIt's so unfair to put the blame on me\nYou made a mistake, now surely can't you see?\n\nAre you just selfish, or do you wanna be free?\nYou have your ways and I can't tell you how to be\nYou have your morals and you know what's right from wrong\nI just hope you hear the   to the song\n\n[Chorus]\n\nIs it you? Is it me? Is it worth the agony?\nWhat do I do when I wake up? How do I face reality?\nAnother land, another friend, tell me when this is gonna end\nI can't go through another day thinking that we could fade away\n\nYou always told me you wanted something more\nI couldn't give you what you were looking for\nIs that a reason to stab me in the back?\nNow tell me baby what you think about that\n\nIs it revenge? Is it a sin?\nIs that the way you treat your motherfuckin' friend?\nI'm just saying, I do no wrong\nI just felt like writing this song\nYou might also like[Chorus]",3
3142,Billy_Joel___Sometimes_A_Fantasy,happy,"""Sometimes a Fantasy  [Verse 1]\nOh, I didn't want to do it, but I got too lonely\nMmm, I had to call you up in the middle of the night\nI know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance ah, ah, ah\nBut I really needed stimulation\nThough it was only my imagination\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nSometimes a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIs all you need, oh\n[Verse 2]\nWhen am I gonna take control, get ahold of my emotions?\nWhy does it only seem to hit me in the middle of the night?\nYou told me there's a number I can always dial for assistance ah, ah, ah\nI don't want to deal with outside action\nOnly you can give me satisfaction\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nSometimes a fantasy oh, oh, oh, oh\nIs all you need, oh\n\n[Instrumental]\n1:48 - 2:15\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, sure it would be better if I had you here to hold me\nBe better baby, but believe me, it's the next best thing\nI'm sure there's many times you've wanted me to hear your secrets\nDon't be afraid to say the words that'll move me\nAnytime you want to tell them to me\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's just a fantasy oh-oh-oh-oh\nIt's not the real thing oh-oh-oh-oh\nSometimes a fantasy oh, oh, oh, oh\nIs all you need\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Outro]\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing it's not the real thing\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing it's not the real thing\n\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing it's not the real thing\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing it's not the real thing\n\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing it's not the real thing\nIt's just a fantasy it's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing\n\nIt's just a fantasy\nIt's not the real thing\nAh!\nI've got blisters on my blisters!",0
4129,Brandon_Heath___Wait_And_See,happy,"""Wait and See  [Verse 1]\nI was born in Tennessee\nLate July, humidity\nThe doctor said I was lucky to be alive\nI've been trouble since the day that I got here\nTrouble 'til the day that I disappear\nThat'll be the day that I finally get it right\n\n[Chorus]\nThere is hope for me yet\nBecause God won't forget\nAll the plans He's made for me\nI have to wait and see\nHe's not finished with me yet\nHe's not finished with me yet\n[Verse 2]\nI never really was that good in school\nI talked too much, broke the rules\nTeachers thought I was a hopeless fool, alright\nI don't know how, but I made it through\nIt's one of those things that you've gotta do\nI always had a knack for telling the truth\n\n[Chorus]\nThere is hope for me yet\nBecause God won't forget\nAll the plans He's made for me\nI have to wait and see\nHe's not finished with me yet\nHe's not finished with me yet\n\n[Bridge]\nStill wondering why I'm here\nStill wrestling with my fear\nBut oh, He's up to something\nAnd the farther on I go\nI've seen enough to know that I'm not here for nothing\nHe's up to something\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo now's my time to be a man\nFollow my heart as far as I can\nNo tellin' where I'm endin' up tonight\nI never slowed down, or so it seems\nBut singing my heart was one of my dreams\nAll I've gotta do is hold on tight\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThere is hope for me yet\nBecause God won't forget\nAll the plans He's made for me\nI have to wait and see\nHe's not finished with me yet\nHe's not finished with me yet\n\n[Outro]\nHe's not finished with me yet\nHe's not finished with me yet",0
5658,Cold___Suffocate,anger,"""Suffocate  [Verse 1]\nI could take every fucking word she said\nThrow it in her face\nWould she even care?\nI still remember when she looked at me\nThat frown upon her face\nTrying to be sincere\n\nI gathered all those little things she said\nKept them close to me\nTrying to make this real\nThis cloud will always hover over me\nI'm leaving you today\n'Cause now I see\n[Chorus]\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nYou always take I don't take\nWhat you can What I can\n\n[Verse 2]\nI could take every fucking game you play\nBlow it all away\nWould you even care?\nI could take all those lies you said to me\nNever go away\nNever disappear\nThis cloud will always hover over me\nI'm leaving you today\n'Cause now I see\n\n[Chorus]\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nYou always take I don't take\nWhat you can What I can\nYou might also likeSuffocate, you suffocate\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake\n\n[Bridge]\nNow I'm far away from you You're always far away\nI'll never bring back yesterday Bring back yesterday\nYou're such a fake, it's true Hey\nI can't believe the words you say\nI'm far away from you\nI'll never bring back yesterday\n\n[Chorus]\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake\nSuffocate, you suffocate\nYou always take I don't take\nWhat you can What I can\n\n[Outro]\nI always take what I can\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake\n\nI always take what I can\nThat you lie I don't lie\nThat you're fake I'm not fake",3
397,Admiral_Freebee___Nobody_Knows_You,sad,"""Nobody Knows You  Nobody knows you\nNobody knows you like I do\nAnd I know nobody else like you\nNobody knows you like I do\nGlory glory hallelujah\n\nI've seen the Lord\nAnd I've seen the Devil\nAnd on the twenty thousand roads\nI've been down\nI've never seen an angel town\nI will beg, steal or borrow\nOf this time tomorrow\nI call you\nAnd I bring you\nSorrow\n\nNobody knows you\nNobody knows you like I do\nAnd I know nobody else like you\nNobody knows you like I do\nGlory glory hallelujah\n\nNobody knows you\nNobody knows you like I do\nAnd I know nobody else like you\nNobody knows you like I do\nGlory glory hallelujah\nGlory glory hallelujah",1
7752,Edison_Lighthouse___Love_Grows,happy,"""Love Grows  [Verse 1]\nShe ain't got no money\nHer clothes are kinda funny\nHer hair is kinda wild and free\nOh, but love grows\nWhere my Rosemary goes\nAnd nobody knows like me\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe talks kinda lazy\nAnd people say she's crazy\nAnd her life's a mystery\nOh, but love grows\nWhere my Rosemary goes\nAnd nobody knows like me\n[Chorus]\nThere's something about\nHer hand holding mine\nIt's a feeling that's fine\nAnd I just gotta say, hey!\nShe's really got a magical spell\nAnd it's working so well\nThat I can't get away\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm a lucky fella\nAnd I just got to tell her\nThat I love her endlessly\nBecause love grows\nWhere my Rosemary goes\nAnd nobody knows like me\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's something about\nHer hand holding mine\nIt's a feeling that's fine\nAnd I just gotta say, hey!\nShe's really got a magical spell\nAnd it's working so well\nThat I can't get away\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nI'm a lucky fella\nAnd I just got to tell her\nThat I love her endlessly\nBecause love grows\nWhere my Rosemary goes\nAnd nobody knows like me\n\n[Outro]\nIt keeps growing every place she's been\nAnd nobody knows like me\nIf you've met her, you'll never forget her\nNobody knows like me\nLa-la, believe it when you've seen it\nNobody knows like me No...",0
6493,Darryl_Worley___Nothin_But_A_Love_Thang,happy,"""Nothin’ But A Love Thang  Lay down with me;\nLet me ease your mind\nDon't start thinkin':\nBaby, we ain't got time\nNo we ain't got time\n\nHold me, baby, right up till dawn\nHello sunshine:\nDoodle, do, de, ooh, do:\nListen to the birds sing\nFeels so right, there ain't nothin' wrong\nAn' it's so damn easy:\nCall it what you want to\nNothin' but a love thing\nRock me, baby:\nTake me round the world\nI'm your man an'\nI'm here to please you, girl:\nI'm here to please you, little girl\n\nHold me, baby, right up till dawn\nHello sunshine:\nDoodle, do, de, ooh, do:\nListen to the birds sing\nFeels so right, there ain't nothin' wrong\nAn' it's so damn easy:\nCall it what you want to\nNothin' but a love thing\n\nInstrumental break\n\nThis kind of thing comes from Heaven above\nAn' I just can't get enough\nNo, I can't get enough\n\nHold me, baby, right up till dawn\nHello sunshine:\nDoodle, do, de, ooh, do:\nListen to the birds sing\nFeels so right, there ain't nothin' wrong\nAn' it's so damn easy:\nCall it what you want to\nNothin' but a love thing\nYou might also likeHold me, baby, Hold me, baby.\nRight up till dawn. Right up till dawn.\nHello sunshine:\nDoodle, do, de, ooh, do:\nListen to the birds sing\nFeels so right, Feels so right.\nThere ain't nothin' wrong. Ain't nothin' wrong.\nAn' it's so damn easy:\nCall it what you want to\nNothin' but a love thing, y'all",0
4224,Brett_Dennen___Shes_Mine,happy,"""She’s Mine  Well the witches stare with their limbs akimbo\nSilhouettes of statues up in the window\nCall me to come here with a crooked crescendo\nBut i don't\nDevotees dance among the pantomime on the promenade\nInto a tabernacle on the lawn\nBut i don't follow\nBecause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\nMidnight moved across the people's park\nAnd i fled the fire like a spinning spark\nUp onto a porch in the dark\nShe was waiting right there for me\n\nShe knows that my hands are empty\nAs i go past the mothers of envy\nAnd i don't have to fumble in the dark for my keys\n\nI believe she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\n\nThe pupils gather in the yard\nAround the pulpit made of cards\nAnd waited for their leader's words\nBut his words didn't make much sense\n\nHis mouth spat out a fist of daggers\nAnd his tongue swirled in a southern swagger\nAnd i looked at all the people gathered\nBut they were all in a trance\n\nAnd she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\n\nI was thrown before the court of canes\nTossed my soul to the furnace flames\nWhere all my heros had been slain, exiled, or put in prison\nYou might also likeBecause they rose above the mess\nAnd because their power posed a threat\nAnd because they spoke of something else\nWhen everybody else didn't\n\nThe music fills the space between\nThe deities and the prophecies\nOf our bodies pressed seamlessly\nSilent in the shade\n\nShe looks at me so fearlessly\nAnd i take it all too seriously\nBut it all becomes so clear to me\nAnd makes me understand\n\nThat she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\n\nYeah she's mine, all mine, all mine, all mine\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\n\nYeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm\nYeah she's mine",0
902,All_Shall_Persih___Promises,sad,"""Promises  Change sets in my life to start the plague\nFright becomes my resort to find\nAll the hate I need inside\n\nYou take our words that bind us\nDestroyed our time to heal this mess\nI... I have seen this through\nI... Have found myself anew\nI... Won't return to you\n\nYour face the arrogance\nEviscerated the love I thought we had\nI won't make it back\nThese words are stronger\nThan the promise you forgot we had\nI... can't... forgive... you!\nI have seen this through\nI... Have found myself anew\nI... Won't return to you",1
268,Aberfeldy___Tie_One_On,sad,"""Tie One On  I always used to have someone to come home to\nBut knowing there is no one waiting's frustrating\nHow I miss the love she gave me\nI need her to come and save me from myself\n\nAll the love in the world\nCould never be enough for her\nI'm so lonely, now she's gone\nAll I do is tie one on\n\nThe love we had that once was cherished is perished\nThere ain't no part of me she wants to hold on to\nI feel as though I can't go on\nI can't believe she's really gone away from me\nAll the love in the world\nCould never be enough for her\nYou find me sleeping on the lawn\nCause I've been and tied one on\n\nBut if I could get her on my own, I'd be alright\nThat's when I know she's mine\n\nThe love we had that once was sacred is wasted\nI never even knew her reasons for leaving\nNow every day I do the same thing\nI become so uncomplaining, don't know why\n\nAll the love in the world\nCould never be enough for her\nI'm so lonely, now she's gone\nAll I do is tie one on\n\nOh all the love in the world\nCould never be enough for her\nYou find me sleeping on the lawn\nCause I've been and tied one on",1
9278,Flunk___Blind_My_Mind,calm,"""Blind My Mind  Bring your head against the wall\nSo I can see where I will fall\nBring your mind into my head\nFind your playing den\n\nAll in all it's just a start\nAll we had was more than that\nAll in all I can't go back\nTo where we started out\n\nSo bring my head up to Mont Blanc\nSo you will see what you would find\nBring my head against the wall\nSo you can see where I will go\nAll in all it's just your fault\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll in all I can't go back\nBlind my mind inside\n\nBring my mind inside your head\nSo you can see where I went then\nBring your head against the wall\nSo I can see where I will fall\n\nAll in all it's just your fault\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll in all I can't go back\nBlind My mind inside\nBlind My mind inside\n\nAll your lies\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll your lies\nBlind My mind inside\nAll your lies\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll your lies\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll your lies\nBlind My mind inside\nAll your lies\nMade me feel respect no more\nAll your lies\nBlind My mind inside\nBlind My mind inside\nBlind My mind insideYou might also like1",2
7465,Doves___The_Storm,sad,"""The Storm  [Verse 1]\nYou weathered the storm\nYou came out the other side\nThe place you were born\nIs a place inside\n\n[Refrain]\nDon't be sad it's gone\nDon't be sad I'm gone...\n\n[Verse 2]\nTo weather the storm\nUp on your feet again\nIf it all comes down\nWould you still call this the end?\n[Refrain]\nDon't be sad it's gone\nCan't be sad for long\n\nDon't give up be strong\nDon't be sad I'm gone\n\nThe night you left the storm\n\n[Verse 3]\nTo weather it all\nTo come out the other side\nWith the moon all high\nI'll see you on the other side\nSo come out the other side",1
3211,Bishop_Allen___The_Ancient_Commonsense_Of_Things,happy,"'The Ancient Commonsense of Things  There are those who understand\nThat long before this all began\nA hammer hit the nail with great sympathy\nA clothespin hanging on the line\nThe cork that bottles up your wine\nStrings that bowed in concert, make a symphony\n\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nThere are those who know to look\nThrough all the crannies and the nooks\nWhen I found you dear, what it meant to me\nBook to shelf, and foot to shoe\nAnd likewise I belong to you\nMy heart is pounding loud, just like a timpani\n\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nAnd oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...\nOh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\n\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nAnd oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things\nAnd oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...\nOh oh, the ancient commonsense of thingsYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7689,Echobelly___Dark_Therapy,sad,"""Dark Therapy  High above the roof tops\nHigher than the milky way\nSlipping through the hour glass\nShooting up the desert plain\nYou are one life older than before\nBut you can't stop the chill\nNow you're falling in slow motion\nThough the air is still\n\nIf you close your eyes than I can take you all the way\nLet me close your eyes and I will take it all the way\nYou are on the outside\nHands upon the window sill\nI am on the inside\nCarving up the hunters kill\n\nIf you close your eyes than I can take you all the way\nLet me close your eyes and I will take it all the way\n\nCruising on a missile\nCruising on a desert plain\nWading through a minefield\nWading through the monsoon rain\nSurfing on an oilspill\nSurfing on a perfect wave\nPorn upon the airwaves\nRituals of the mating game\n\nIf you close your eyes than I can take you all the way\nLet me close your eyes and I will take it all the way",1
5898,Cowboy_Junkies___Escape_Is_So_Simple,sad,"""Escape Is So Simple  Michael Timmins\n\nThe way you kissed me this morning\nIt told me that you soon would be going\nYou didn't even look in my eyes\nWhen you said goodbye\n\nAnd last night in your sleep you broke all the promises\nThat I knew you would never keep\nNow I'm reading the letter which you placed on the dresser\nAnd you're five hundred miles down the road\nEscape is so simple\nIn a world where sunsets can be raced\nBut distance only looses the knife\nThe pattern of its scar\nCan always be traced\n\nYeah, I remember when we said 'forever'\nWas the craziest word that we knew\nBut I think that I like it much better than I do 'goodbye'\n\nAnd I could sit here all evening and think of the reasons\nWhy you are not by my side\nInstead I'll go to the kitchen, find a strong chair to sit in\nAnd drink myself far, far away\n\nEscape is so simple\nIn a world where sunsets can be raced\nBut distance only looses the knife\nThe pattern of its scar\nCan always be tracedSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",1
7864,Ektomorf___For_You,anger,"""For You  Because I can tell you\nThat you're live that in the night\nYou are the beginning\nYou are the end\nYou are the question\nYou are the answer\nYou are the good\nYou are the bad\nAnd I fear that I can't find you\nYou are my blood\nYou are my soul\nYou are the one I've been searching for\nYou are the pain\nYou are the pleasure\nI don't want you to hate me\nLet me feel it\nTear me apart\nLet me feel it\nTear me apart\n\nBecause I can tell you\nThat you're live that in the night\nYou are the trust\nYou are the doubt\nYou are the anger\nAnd you are the good will\nYou are the ice\nYou are the fire\nYou are the dream\nAnd you are the awaking\nYou are the storm\nYou are the shelter\nYou are the angel\nYou are the devil\nAnd you are the storm that's raving me\n\nLet me feel it\nTear me apart\nLet me feel it\nYou need me\nYou might also likeI fear\nI fear you\nI fear myself",3
5839,Cornelius_Brothers__Sister_Rose___Treat_Her_Like_A_Lady,happy,"""Treat Her Like a Lady  All my friends had to ask me\nSomething they didn't understand\nHow I get all the women\nIn the palms of my hand\n\nAnd I told them\nTreat her like a lady treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nDo the best you can do treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nYou got to treat her like a lady and she'll give in to you\nLord, look and see\nYou know what I mean\nI know you've heard that a woman treat her like, you got to treat her like\nWill soon take advantage of you treat her like, you got to treat her like\nLet me tell you, my friend treat her like, you got to treat her like\nThere just ain't no substitute treat her like, you got to treat her like\n\nSo you ought to\nTreat her like a lady treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nDo the best you can do treat her like, got to, got to treat her like\nYou got to treat her like a lady and she'll give in to you\nLord, look and see\nYou know what I mean\n\nOh, you got to love her love her, tease her tease her\nBut most of all you got to please her please her\nYou got to hold her hold her and want her want her\nAnd make her feel you'll always need her need her\nYou know a woman woman is sentimental woman\nAnd so easy woman to upset woman\nSo make her feel feel that she's for real, yeah real\nAnd she'll give you happiness, whoa\n\nStrange as it seems treat her like, you got to treat her like\nYou know you can't treat a woman mean treat her like, you got to treat her like\n\nSo my friends, there you have it\nI said it's the easy, simple way\nIf you fail to do this\nDon't blame her if she looks my way\nYou might also like'Cause I'm gonna\nTreat her like a lady treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nSo affectionately treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nI'm gonna treat her like a lady and she'll give in to me\nLord, look and see\nYou know what I mean\n\nOh, you gotta\nTreat her like a lady treat her like, you got to, got to treat her like\nDo the best you can do treat her like, got to, got to treat her like\nYou got to treat her like a lady",0
4581,Busdriver___Bloody_Paw_On_The_Kill_Floor,sad,"""Bloody Paw On The Kill Floor  Buy now, I kill for a living\nBuy now, I kill for a living\nBuy!  I kill for a living\nBuy now, I kill for a living\nI kill for a living\nI kill for a living\nI kill for a living\n\nI'm fitted for a heat-resistant sleeve\nKeep your distance please\nYour persona's in question my phosphorescent skin\nMakes your heated pistons freeze\nI'm a hallucinogen pez-dispenser, led ventures\nWith a group of umpa-lumpa parachute troopers\nWho discredit theories and behead your mentors\nWho can radio wave windsurf to invert what is common knowledge\nI will insert my solemn promise to style until my limbs burst\nNegotiate with marketing consultants, giving me the once-over\nWearing grim smirks\nThey would like me to convert my gritty edge\nTo unearth my earning potential\nBut my face is so sun burnt\nDue to all the grassroots grunt work\nThat I won't be co-opted\nAnd every photo-op needs to be\nPhotoshopped cropped and snipped\nBut I'm a street vendor kind sir\nThis style-free is dopamine\nIt's a meat tenderizer at the gallery opening\nYou can join my suicide cult\nMembership is free\nTake these cyanide eye-drops\nAnd peppermint hemlock\nThis is what you have been billed for\nDancing on the kill floor\nTo vibrant woofers, clients butchered to a film score\nThis is what you have been killed for\nDancing on the kill floor\nTo vibrant woofers, clients butchered to a film score\n\nContrast bohemia to my workplace\nWhen I'm racing in carpool lane\nTo sell shit to an art school lame\nDon't you think you're hot shit\nWell what do you got to offer\nA dead archetype able to be purchased on a credit card swipe\nBut they can they pinpoint and nail\nMy distance between art and commerce\nWith just an invoice of a sale\nI will disappoint an ail\nThose who want to deny us the majority rule\nWhen a will jump in my primordial pool\nWithout knowing where their swim trunks were\nBut not everyone knows\nWhat they're called on to encumber\nYou can't know by just logging on with a pin number\nBuy now\nYou pasty Brits\nBuy now\nYou crazy chicks\nBuy\nCuz I don't pay attention to rules\nRegulations or safety tips\nLove us\nEligible bachelors\nLove us\nCuz we're the Blowed rappers\nLoved\nCuz I tour the country so much\nI can do it blindfolded with no road atlas\nUnrelated to your three-legged\nPreachy bootleggers will do away with you\nCD duplicators make vegans\nDo the salad bar swing-pivot\nWave your valid parking tickets\nAt the endangered sea-urchin\nTell me the name of your political activist key person\nAnd I'll tell you what's under the bleeps of the clean version\nOf the infamous rap rant\nTrickling down the baggy pant leg\nOf this unhappy class aid\nCovered in shell fragments of this\nGraffiti tagged glass egg\nI can sell anything to a hip-hopper\nLike it's my cathartic something\nBut I don't make enough to go apartment hunting\nYou might also likeYou can dance to death\nAnd for no extra charge\nGive me your debit card\nSo you can have sex with stars\nThis is what you have been billed for\nDancing on the kill floor\nTo vibrant woofers, clients butchered to a film score\nThis is what you have been billed for\nDancing on the kill floor\nTo vibrant woofers, clients butchered to a film score\n…\nBuy now\nBuy now\nBuy!\nBuy now\nBuy now\nBuy now\nBuy!\nBuy now\nBuy now, I kill for a living\nBuy now, I kill for a living\nBuy!  I kill for a living\nBuy now",1
3133,Billy_Idol___Shock_To_The_System,happy,"""Shock to the System  [Intro]\nWoah, yeah\nYow\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt was a night, oh, what a night\nL.A. burning bright, oh, what a night\nSay yeah, come on\nIt made my world stand still\n\nAh riot, rape, race and revolution, ah yeah\nHere come the fire and my world burns still\nI say yeah\nWell, you can rock this land, baby yow\n[Chorus]\nLike a shock to the system\nIt feel good, well all right\nLike a shock to the system\nI say yeah, ain't it irie\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt was a night, hell of a night\nL.A., it really was, oh, what a riot\nI said yeah, come on\nIt made my life feel real\n\nAww, fear, police and civil corruption, oh yeah\nIs there a man who would be king?\nAnd the world stood still\nOh yeah, loud\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou can rock this land, baby\nYeah\n\n[Chorus]\nLike a shock shock to the system\nIt feel good, well all right\nLike a shock shock to the system\nI said yeah, come on, baby\nYou might also likeShock to the system\nFeel good, well all right\nLike a shock shock to the system\nI say yeah, I say yeah, I say yeah\nCome on, baby\nYow\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, well, you can rock this land, baby yow\n\n[Chorus]\nLike a shock shock to the system\nIt feel good, well, all right\nLike a shock shock to the system\nI say, yeah, ain't it irie\n\nShock to the system\nIt feel good, well, all right\nLike a shock shock to the system\nI say yeah, I say yeah, I say yeah, come on, baby\n\n[Outro]\nShock to the, shock to the\nShock to the system, loud, I gotta\nShock to the, shock to the\nShock to the system, yeah, I gotta\nShock to the, shock to the\nShock to the system, yeah, I gotta\nShock to the, shock to the\nShock to the system\nYou got to shock You could be king\nShock the system laugh Yeah\nYou got to shock Or I could be king\nShock the system Yeah, well\nYou got to shock You could be king\nShock the system Or I could be king, well, I gotta\nYou got to shock You could be king\nRock the system Say it louder, the world still burns",0
7235,Diorama___the_rational_anthem,sad,"""The Rational Anthem  Cut out\n\nWhat could be hurt\nWhat could be wounded\nWhat's in your way\nWhat feeds emotion\n\nThis is perfect",1
1413,Anna_Nalick___Catalyst,sad,"""Catalyst  [Verse 1]\nL.A. lights\nNever shine quite as bright as in the movies\nStill wanna go?\n'Cause something here\nIn the way, in the way that we're constantly moving\nReminds you of home\n\n[Chorus]\nSo you're taking these pills for to fill up your soul\nAnd you're drinking them down with cheap alcohol\nAnd I'd be inclined to be yours for the taking\nAnd part of this terrible mess that you're making\nBut me, I'm the catalyst\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you say love\nIs a simple chemical reaction\nCan't say I agree\n'Cause my chemical, yeah\nLeft me a beautiful disaster\nStill love's all I see\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul\nAnd I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol\nAnd you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking\nAnd part of this terrible mess that I'm making\nBut you, you're the catalyst\n\n[Bridge]\nYou'll be the vein, you'll be the pain\nYou'll be the scar\nYou'll be the road, rolling below\nThe wheels of a car\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd all of your thoughts are\nGod, don't know if I'm strong enough now\nYou'll be the vein, you'll be the pain\nYou'll be the catalyst\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThese L.A. lights, no no\nThey don't shine quite as bright as back in Frisco\nDo you wanna go?\nStill wanna go",1
1345,Angie_Stone___Wait_For_Me,happy,"""Wait for Me  Wait for Me\nI need to get up out of here\nBaby just wait for me. Said I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. Said I'm already packed, ready to go, waiting to get out of here.\nBaby just wait for me. I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. I said I'm on my way, ready to stay; did I make it crystal clear?\n\nSince you came into my life\nStrong, sweet, and positive\nThings are so right\nSo far away, I'm counting down the days\nBaby I anticipate loving you a billion ways\nBaby just wait for me. Said I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. Said I'm already packed, ready to go, waiting to get out of here.\nBaby just wait for me. I'm coming\nIt won't be long. I said I'm on my way, ready to stay; did I make it crystal clear?\n\nBaby can you feel it?\nThat this thing that we've got is real\nThough we're miles apart, you've still got my heart\nI'm about to leave today and be on my way\nBaby just be still\n\nStop don't worry\nYou already got me, right where you want me\nI promise it won't take long\nI'm on my way home!\n\nA thousand kisses for you\nIs never too much Never too much, never too much, never too much\n\nGreyhound, or Amtrax\nWhatever it takes I'm coming back\nMercedes Benz, or airplane\nThrough the clouds and the rain\nDays, hours, minutes, seconds\nI can't wait another day\nWith all this distance it's tearing me away, yeah!\nYou might also likeBaby just wait for me. Said I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. Said I'm already packed, ready to go, waiting to get out of here.\nBaby just wait for me. I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. Said I'm already packed, ready to go, waiting to get out of here.\nBaby just wait for me. Said I'm coming.\nIt won't be long. Said I'm already packed, ready to go, waiting to get out of here.\n\nStop don't worry\nYou already got me, right where you want me\nI promise it won't take long\nI'm on my way home!\n\nI said I'm already packed, ready to go, got to get out of here\nI said I'm ready to go, already packed, got to get out of here",0
9218,Flight_Of_The_Conchords___If_Youre_Into_It,happy,"'If You’re Into It  [Bret]\nIf you want me to\nI could hang around with you\nIf I only knew\nThat’s what you’re into\n\n[Jemaine]\nYou and him, him and you\nIf that’s what, you’re into\nHim hangin ’round, around you\nYou’re hanging ’round, yeah, you’re there too\n[Bret]\nAnd if you want me to\nI will take off all my clothes for you\nI will take off all my clothes for you\nIf that’s what you’re into\n\n[Jemaine]\nHow ’bout him, in the nude?\nIf that’s what you’re into\nIn the nude in front of you\nIs that what you’d wanna view?\n\n[Bret]\nIf it’s cool with you\nI’ll let you get naked too\nIt could be a dream come true\nProviding that’s what you are into\n\n[Jemaine]\nIs that what you’re into?\nHim and you, in the nude?\nThat’s what he’s prepared to do\nIs that the kind of thing that you think you might be into?\n\n[Bret]\nAnd then maybe later\nWe’ll get hot by the refrigerator\nIn the kitchen next to the pantry\nYou think that might be what you fancy?\nYou might also like[Jemaine]\nIn the buff, being rude\nDoing stuff with the food\nGetting lewd with his food\nWe heard that’s what you are into\n\n[Bret]\nThen on our next date\nWell, you could bring your roommate\nI don’t know if Stu is keen to\nBut if you want we could double-team you\n\n[Jemaine]\nHow about you and two dudes?\nHim, you and Stu, in the nude\nBeing lewd with two dudes with food\nWell, that’s if Stu’s into it, too\n\n[Bret]\nAll the things I’d do\nThe things I’d do for you\nIf I only knew\nThat’s what you’re into1Embed', 'default'",0
5093,Celtic_Woman___Scarborough_Fair,calm,"""Scarborough Fair  Are you going to Scarborough fair?\nParsley, sage, rosemary and thyme\nRemember me to one who lives there\nHe once was a true love of mine\n\nTell him to make me a cambric shirt\nParsley, sage, rosemary and thyme\nWithout no seam nor needlework\nThen he'll be a true love of mine\n\nTell him to find me an acre of land\nParsley, sage, rosemary and thyme\nBetween the salt water and the sea strand\nThen he'll be a true love of mine\nAre you going to Scarborough fair?\nParsley, sage, rosemary and thyme\nRemember me to one who lives there\nHe once was a true love of mineSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",2
6622,David_Gray___From_Here_You_Can_Almost_See_The_Sea_Album_Version,sad,"'April 2021 Singles Release Calendar  4/1Asher Postman - ""internet girlfriend""\nBrandon A. Jacobs - ""The Blood"" feat. New Zion Temple Choir*\nDee Wilson & Royce Lovett - ""Grace Came Running""*\nGinny Owens - ""Sing In The Darkness""\nIntensifire - ""Goodness""*\nIwan & Rebekka Sahertian - ""Lift up your sorrows""*\nKojo Dave - ""Swerving""*\nLincoln Brewster - ""O How Great""\nMadeline Edwards - ""Thinking About You""\nPaddy Heaton - ""Lay A Table"" feat. Ems Hancock*\nSam McCabe - ""LOSERS""*\nThrive Worship - ""There is a Hope""\nUrban Doxology - ""God Who Delivers""*\nWorship For Everyone - ""Forever Yours"" feat. Nick & Becky Drake*\nYWAM Kona Music & Lindy Cofer - ""Every Nation / Isaiah 6 Live""*4/2Abby Grimaldi - ""Faith Funk""*\nAbby Siler - ""dissolve""*\nAnthem Lights - ""Redeemer""*\nAntoine Bradford & Sarah Juers - ""The Sun""\nAutumnboy - ""Brighter""*\nBella Vantes - ""Genesis""*\nBishop Cortez Vaughn - ""I\'m Why""*\nBlake Whiteley - ""Sons and Daughters"" feat. Brianna Caprice*\nBooks On Tape - ""Trouble""\nBrandin Reed - ""Freedom In Your Love""*\nBrandon Bee - ""Old Rugged Cross"" feat. Lindsy Tucker*\nBrandon Camphor & One Way - ""Hope Is Alive""*\nBrotha Dre - ""Royalty""*\nCaleb and Kelsey - ""There Was Jesus / What a Friend We Have in Jesus""*\nCalvary Creative - ""God of Victory Live""*\nCalvary Worship - ""Coronation Our King""*\nCharlie Rey - ""Here and Now""*\nCharlotte Ave - ""Because He Lives / Redeemer""*\nChris Renzema - ""Caught In The Reeds Moses""\nChris Soul - ""CRASH""*\nDan Goodwright - ""Hope""*\nDens - ""Were Tamed Sessions""*\nDestination Worship - ""Illuminate Studio Version""*\nDillon Chase - ""Here For You""*\nDrew Weeks - ""Alright""*\nFoothills Collective - ""On That Sunday Morning"" feat. Darris Sneed*\nGospel X - ""Anointed""\nHunterdrinkswater - ""Aggressive, Not Passive""\nJaay Verano - ""LIFE\'S TOAST""*\nJenny & Tyler - ""Waters Roll To the Sea Remix""*\nJervis Campbell - ""Back to Life""\nJessie Villa & Matt Wigton - ""Wire""*\nJ-Heir - ""Major""\nJimi Cravity - ""As Me"" feat. Victory Boyd*\nJJ Heller - ""The Final Word""\nJohn Wiebe - ""Changed Radio Edit""*\nJoseph Habedank - ""Religion Isn\'t Working""\nJosh Baldwin - ""Evidence Live"" feat. Dante Bowe*\nJoyful Noise - ""Take me to that Ancient Hill""*\nJusRzd - ""Forward""*\nKarima - ""Redeemer""*\nKenny Rivers - ""KILL THE FLESH""*\nKingdom Culture Worship - ""Feast & Remember Studio""\nKJ-52 & JONAH - ""Crucify Him""*\nLevi Whalen - ""Hold on""*\nLifehouse - ""Cut & Run""\nMat Kearney - ""Anywhere With You""\nMatty Mullins - ""Show You the Cross""\nMidly Jadis - ""Wanted"" feat. Karlíal & Elodie Germain*\nMiles Minnick & Wande - ""Yee!""\nPablo Martinez - ""Caminaré""*\nPaul Russell & Kato On The Track - ""Hallelujah""*\nPaul the Messenger - ""look inside""*\nPhil J. - ""Love Your Neighbor""\nPhil Wickham - ""House Of The Lord""\nReal Face - ""Space Control""*\nRhyan LaMarr - ""Tonight"" feat. KC Wavey & Caleb Taylor*\nRi-An - ""Confidence""*\nRicky Brandon - ""What\'s It About""*\nRob Ray - ""I Used to Think""*\nSalient Sound - ""He is Alive"" feat. Lurine Cato*\nSelah - ""Living Hope Live Acoustic""*\nSkye Reedy - ""Let It Burn""\nSpencer Annis - ""Trusting You"" feat. Trulah\nSteven Malcolm, Childish Major & Taylor Hill - ""Glory On Me""\nSTN Worship - ""From The Ruins Live"" feat. Jacob Darlison & Emily Saunders*\nStonewall Static - ""Closer to the Crucified""*\nThe Belonging Co - ""The Truth Live"" feat. Lauren Strahm & Andrew Holt\nTre\'Gadd & Swaizy - ""Basement Barz""\nTre Ovalle - ""empty. crazy. fine.""*\nWe Are Radiant - ""Citizen of Heaven""*\nWill Kellum & Rapzilla - ""Be Alright""\nWorship Together & Cross Worship - ""Evidence""*\n1K FAMO - ""Christian""\n1K Pson - ""Praise Him More""\n7 Hills Worship - ""Sanctuary""*4/3Anaysha Figueroa-Cooper - ""Just for Me""*\nAvery Benter - ""Passenger""*\nHarvest Fields Worship - ""Alive"" feat. Antia & Brandon Lee*\nSeaux Chill - ""Away"" feat. Zakiya Ince & Marissa Zechinato*\nSleeping At Last & Tim Fain - ""Hope""4/4Adrion Butler - ""Day III""*\nCentral Community Church - ""Dusk & Dawn""*\nDarlene Zschech & HopeUC - ""Mercy on Display""*\nDecibel Worship & Michael Davis - ""Tear Through the Veil""*\nFaith Church Collective - ""All for Love""*\nHolyName - ""Meet Me Somewhere Quiet""\nNatalie Layne - ""Constant""\nNew Life Church - ""Home""*\nNic D - ""I hear you""*\nRose Worship - ""Nothing Left""*\nSAINTS music - ""No Longer There""*\nStephanie Marie - ""Solo Con Sonreir""*4/5Bryann T - ""Trust"" feat. Moe Grant*\nNexus Dj Music - ""Drop It""*\nStephanie Marie - ""Daisy EN ESPAÑOL""*\nWAHB - ""Testimony"" feat. Rioux V*4/6Jude Barclay & wow eli - ""Run To Safety""*\nWorld Breaker - ""The Palace of Unrest""*4/7Mike Teezy & 1K Phew - ""Out Yo System""\nPoor Bishop Hooper - ""Psalm 67""\nTokyo.Extra0rdinaire - ""Be Still""*4/9Alex Bingham - ""Letter To My Feelings""*\nAlive City - ""Clear Now""*\nAlysha Kyle - ""Posture""*\nAndrea Hamilton - ""Before You Go""*\nAngela Moss Poole - ""My Help"" feat. Micah Stampley*\nApril Kane - ""Sovereign""*\nAscent Project & Matthew McGinley - ""Tell My Fight""*\nArthur Alligood - ""It\'ll Be Alright""*\nAyomilly - ""Hip-Hop Freestyle""*\nBecca VanDerbeck - ""Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus""*\nBenita Jones - ""Still Everything Single Version""*\nCade Thompson - ""Every Step of the Way Kings84 Retro Remix""*\nCanyon Hills Worship - ""See Your Face""\nCas Metah, Dj Sean P & Sintax the Terrific - ""Mere Mortal""*\nCephas - ""Stop Us?"" feat. Datin*\nChristopher Syncere - ""TOP TEN""\nConvictions - ""Wreckage""\nDanny Gokey & Koryn Hawthorne - ""We All Need Jesus""\nDannyj - ""Ride 4 Me""*\nDaShawn Shauntá - ""Wessss""\nDeath Therapy - ""Tension""\nEdu Linares & Resonant Force - ""Heart Force"" feat. Holy Moshe*\nElevation Worship & Maverick City Music - ""Talking to Jesus"" feat. Brandon Lake\nEllie Holcomb - ""Canyon""\nEmily Brimlow - ""Bridges""\nEmmanuel L.L.T. & Trutha - ""Ears Above""*\nEmu Music - ""Hear Me, Lord""*\nEnterline - ""You Brought Me Through""*\nEthan Luck - ""Guadalajara""*\nFor the Fatherless - ""Immeasurably More Remix""\nFuture of Forestry - ""Turn Your Heart""\nGABRIEL - ""Who Gon Stop Me?""*\nHillside Recording - ""Only Love""*\nHillsong Worship & Hillsong en Español - ""Viento Fresco""\nICF Worship - ""In My Midnight Live""\nJerel - ""Worth It""*\nJ-Heir - ""GO""*\nJJ Heller - ""The Sun Will Rise""\nJohn Tibbs - ""Holy, Holy, Holy""*\nJonah Vocal - ""All That\'s Left""*\nJonny Henninger - ""Your Love Is Simple Chris Howland Remix"" feat. Melody Lynn & Chris Howland*\nJoshua C King - ""When Words Would Fail""\nJoshua Mine - ""break""\nJosiah Davis - ""LAUREN"" feat. B.Keyz\nKenny Rivers - ""WAR!""*\nKT Worship - ""Doxology"" feat. Matt Kane*\nLifepoint Worship - ""Come like the Wind""*\nLimoblaze & Onos - ""Billion Words""*\nMay Angeles - ""Hideaway"" feat. Wesley Nilsen & Mary Grace\nMichael Hughes Watson - ""Closer Than a Brother""*\nMidian Lima - ""No Pares""*\nMike Crawford and His Secret Siblings - ""Your Peace""*\nNatalie Layne - ""Constant""\nNew Wine - ""Jesus The Truth""*\nNXTMIKE - ""NO SABE"" feat. adriansings\nN!x - ""Personal"" feat. Jay Steezy*\nOlivia Lane - ""WOMAN AT THE WELL""\nOne Hope Project - ""One & All"" feat. Joe wells*\nPaul the Messenger - ""happy song""*\nPetey Martin & Lauren Daigle - ""Come Back Home GATTÜSO Remix""\nplanetboom - ""Got Me Like sqd live""*\nQuinten Coblentz - ""Stay Remix"" feat. GIDI & Eris Ford*\nRed Tips & Rapzilla - ""Better""\nRevival Worship - ""Rekindle The Fire""*\nRicardo Montaner & Juan Luis Guerra - ""Dios Así Lo Quiso""\nRob Ray - ""Broken Things"" feat. A.J. Robinson*\nS.O. - ""Prosper""\nsolae, Ahmo & Amen Worldwide - ""Anchored Hope""*\nSouvenirs Worship - ""When You Speak Live""*\nSpencer Annis - ""Grace Like Yours""\nTauren Wells - ""Until Grace Live"" feat. Gary LeVox*\nThe Gray Havens - ""Endless Summer""\nThomas Austin - ""Treasure in a Field""*\nTori Harper - ""Be Like You"" feat. Neon Feather\nTravis Cottrell & Worship Together - ""Awake My Soul Symphonic Version""*\nUNSECRET & Manafest - ""Stronger""\nVibe Worship Family - ""Messiah Has Come""*\nVineyard Worship - ""Thin Place"" feat. Ryan Delmore & Taylor Leonhardt\nWhite Stone Receivers - ""Thank You Jesus You\'re the Treasure""\nWorshipMob - ""Run To The Father""*\nXay Hill & Rapzilla - ""One In a Million"" feat. Bizzle & Canon\nYolanda Stith & Strong City - ""But God"" feat. Yael Hilton*\n4th Point - ""Abandoned""*\n7days - ""Redeemer Remixed & Remastered""*4/11GodFearin - ""All I Got""\nSummit Sounds - ""I Am in Love Spontaneous""4/12Anaviel The Servant - ""Vessel Album Almost Done""*\nStephanie Baker - ""One Thing I Know""*\nTrampolines - ""Every Little Thing""*\nWande, Lecrae & Mike Todd - ""Blessed Up Remix""4/13A3 - ""REAL DRUG""\nJude Barclay - ""Candy"" feat. Jay-Way*4/14Empty Atlas - ""Florence Live at Dipping Vat Studio""*\nJordan May & Gabby Callwood - ""Real Love""\nNu Tone & Kay Sade - ""Go Hard""*\nPoor Bishop Hooper - ""Psalm 68""\nSajan Nauriyal & Edgar Sandoval Jr - ""HOMETOWN HERO""*\nST-Saint - ""Shine Your Light""*4/15Jeremy James Whitaker - ""featured photos""*\nNEELY - ""It Is Well With My Soul Acoustic""*4/16Advent Birmingham - ""Take My Heart With Altar Fire"" feat. Annie Lee*\nAndrew Ripp - ""Rejoice""\nAnna Golden - ""Doubt Live""\nAnne Wilson - ""My Jesus""\nBattz - ""Cold Heart""*\nBeach Chapel - ""Killer"" feat. Xii\nBrandin Reed - ""Arms Wide Open"" feat. John Michael Howell*\nBridgetown Music & Matthew Zigenis - ""When We Praise You""\nCade Kellam - ""Lilies""\nCaleb and Kelsey - ""Hold on to Me""*\nChristian Ponce, Lizzy Parra & Ander Bock - ""Como Quiero Remix""*\nCrosscut Collective - ""The Way"" feat. Stars Go Dim*\nDaniel Bashta - ""Long Way Home""*\nDens - ""Wise Tamed Sessions""*\nElias. & Doza. - ""Break""*\nEliza King - ""God Sees Me""\nEmily Morrison - ""Heaven""\nExalt Worship - ""Finally Home""*\nFAITHFUL - ""We Are One"" feat. Amy Grant, Christa Wells, Ginny Owens, Jess Ray, Kelly Minter, Rachael Lampa, Savannah Locke & Tamar Chipp\nFuture of Forestry - ""Sight Of You""\nHarold y Elena - ""Tu Promesa""\nIc3rd - ""Move""*\nImpact Music - ""Anxiety Bows"" feat. Zenzo Matoga & Lisa Brunson*\nInfluence Music - ""10,000 Armies Live""\nIntensifire - ""All Along""*\nJaime Masetta - ""Overwhelmed""\nJenny & Tyler - ""Come Be Free Salt of the Sound Remix""*\nJerel - ""Lean On""*\nJeremiah Paltan - ""Moon Saint James Remix"" feat. Saint James*\nJ-Heir - ""The Battlefield""*\nJJ Heller - ""Keep You Safe""\nJ Lind - ""Tangerine Skins""\nJohnny Rez & Highlands Worship - ""Yahweh [Acoustic] English Version""*\nJonathan Jackson - ""Valley""*\nJon Keith - ""Outta Reach""\nJoseph Habedank - ""Thief in the Night""\nJUDAH. - ""Hallelujah’s Song Psalm 103"" feat. Caleb Chapman\nJusRzd - ""Melodies""*\nKatie Cobbs - ""The Beautiful Name of Jesus""*\nKenny Rivers - ""Teach Away"" feat. Battz*\nKerrie Roberts - ""Keeping Angels Busy""*\nKimber - ""Psalm 103 Live""*\nKingsmen - ""I See A Lamb""*\nKingsPorch - ""Saints and Angels""*\nKory Miller - ""Breathe""*\nK-See - ""Dripping Like Oou""*\nLevi Parker - ""Synonym""\nLloyd Nicks - ""Big God Big Love""\nMeyta - ""Leave it All Behind"" feat. Shawna Fattahi\nMission - ""Worthy""\nMosaic MSC & Marcos Witt - ""Nunca Me Fallas""\nNames Without Numbers - ""Empire On Fire"" feat. Matt Baird\nNCU Worship Live - ""Invading""*\nNOT KLYDE - ""Uraraka Freestyle""\nPaul the Messenger - ""cerebellum""*\nPeople of The Earth - ""Glorious Undoing""*\nPeter CottonTale - ""Breathe My Name"" feat. Jamila Woods\nRachael Nemiroff - ""What I Thought I Wanted""\nRangers - ""Satellite Star""*\nRaw-B - ""Revenge""\nRelentless Flood - ""Reign of Terror""\nRenwick Duesbury - ""Another Level Remix"" feat. JonFX*\nRob Ray - ""Never Fails""\nSaintz - ""You\'ll Always Find a Way""*\nSpencer Annis - ""The Invitation""\nTasha Layton - ""Look What You’ve Done""\nTenielle Neda - ""Perfect Peace""\nTeressa Mahoney - ""Emma""*\nThe Church Will Sing, Matthews Ntlele & Bridge Worship - ""The Risen Lamb of God""\nThe Light Brigade - ""Enough""\nThe Undertaking! - ""Take Me Down the River""\nTom Golly - ""Making Moves""*\nTommy Royale - ""El Nuevo David""*\nTrev - ""Revival""*\nUnwed Sailor - ""Dark of the Morning""*\nVERSES - ""Thankful""\nWinter Amadin & Marizu - ""Grateful""*\nWolves At The Gate - ""Stop the Bleeding""\nVoxMusic - ""Grateful""*\nZach Williams - ""Turn It Over""4/17Bryann T - ""Wake Up"" feat. Kurtis Hoppie & Marquese Saenz\nIntensifire - ""Perfect Love""*\nKDMusic - ""Father\'s Lullaby""*\nTomi Favored - ""All About You""*4/18Brett Raio - ""Everything Jesus""*\nGlenmerle - ""I Dreamed Of A Garden""\nHolyName - ""Fall on Your Knees"" feat. Brook Reeves\nZander - ""Back to My Roots""*4/19Jerry Fee - ""Not Gonna Play it Safe""*\nResound Worship - ""We Lift Our Voices For The Lord Is Good""*4/20Ben S Dixon - ""Comfort Me""*\nGabriel Bazan & Kike Pavón - ""Quiero""*\nGreg LaFollette - ""Graceland""*\nJude Barclay & Swaizy - ""Princess Peach""\nKel - ""Muym"" feat. bodie*\nK. Murray - ""Through My Eyes""*\nReyer - ""Most High"" feat. Jeremy Keurentjes*\nSummit Sounds - ""Centered Around You Spontaneous""*4/21Elevation Worship & Maverick City Music - ""Wait On You Reprise"" feat. Dante Bowe & Chandler Moore\nIwan & Rebekka Sahertian - ""Your Name is beautiful to me""*\nLEVISTANCE - ""Last page""*\nPoor Bishop Hooper - ""Psalm 69""\nYoung Collective - ""Dwell""*4/22Exile In Aberdeen - ""Unseen""*\nKarl Forde - ""Repentance""*\nUndefeated - ""Land of the Dead""*4/23Abby Robertson - ""Everyday""\nAmanda Danziger - ""How Long""*\nAnthony Evans - ""You Will Remain""\nBen Trip - ""Follow You""*\nBerean Worship - ""Coming After Me""*\nBlanca - ""Even At My Worst""\nBryson Price - ""Icon"" feat. Jacob Castro*\nByron Taylor and Favour - ""Give Me Faith"" feat. Michelle Prather*\nByron Woo - ""OK""*\nChasen - ""Running""*\nChris Howland - ""Don\'t Be Scared""*\nCross Gray - ""Light Wash""\nCross Point Music - ""Everything Changes"" feat. Cheryl Stark\nCross Point Music - ""Oh The Wonder"" feat. Mike Grayson\nCrowder - ""Milk & Honey""\nDanny Gokey & Christine D’Clario - ""Cristo Es Necesario""\nDaryl Jay Kyle - ""Daughters Of Jerusalem""*\nDestiny Marko - ""Mi Universo""*\nDJ Kirk - ""DANCE""*\nElevation Worship & Maverick City Music - ""Wait On You"" feat. Dante Bowe & Chandler Moore\nElim Sound - ""I Am Yours"" feat. Nathan Jess*\nFAITHFUL, Mission House & Janice Gaines - ""We Do Not Labor In Vain"" feat. Christa Wells & Taylor Leonhardt\nFuture Of Forestry - ""Listening""\nHilary Watson - ""Lie Awake""*\nGatton - ""playing pretend""\nGavin the HotRod - ""Thump""*\nGinny Owens - ""Greater Still""\nHousefires - ""Bless The Lord At All Times Live"" feat. Nate Moore\nIsaac Mather - ""Far Away""*\nJalen Williams - ""Better Days""*\nJerel - ""All Smiles""*\nJJ Heller - ""Boat Song""\nJonny Henninger & Sarah Nathtalié - ""Reign""\nJoshua Luke Smith - ""Echo Chamber"" feat. Dani Miché\nJosiah Davis - ""BROTHERS""\nKaboose - ""Sunshine"" feat. Heather Werlein*\nKate Gurren - ""Zion""\nKenneth Townsell & Isaac Wheadon - ""Your Dreams""\nKJ Scriven - ""I Will Remember""\nLauren Daigle - ""Hold On To Me Live"" feat. AHI\nL. Dejuan - ""Bigger Than Me""*\nLegacy Worship - ""None Like You Live""*\nLegacy Worship - ""None Like You Reprise""*\nLoulita Gill - ""Grace and Mercy Radio Edit""*\nLVTE - ""Know You More""\nMajo y Dan - ""Que Pase El Mundo""\nMay Angeles & People & Songs - ""Never Wanna Go Back""\nMercy Chinwo - ""Onyedikagi"" feat. Glowrie*\nNeon Feather, NEON Worship & Sajan Nauriyal - ""I Will Lift My Eyes""*\nnobigdyl., Mogli the Iceberg, & indie tribe - ""OUTSIDE""\nN!x - ""Never Luck"" feat. BigBreeze*\nOcean Dark - ""Unspeakable""\nOften Home - ""Without Me""*\nOmega Forbes - ""May the Work I\'ve Done Speak for Me""*\nPaul the Messenger - ""these desires are childish"" feat. Morgan J*\nPeter Barnardo - ""Heavenly Places""*\nRachel Fort - ""Spinning""*\nRoyal Company - ""Love In Your Eyes""\nRoyce Lovett - ""Mandela""*\nScott Riggan - ""Even If""*\nShofarband - ""Wait on the Lord""*\nSpencer Boliou, Brianna Grace & Lofi Hymns. - ""the blessing.""\nStairway Music - ""Movement II: Beholding Instrumental""*\nSwoope - ""Cuz We Can"" feat. Gold Frame & Natalie Lauren\nTaylor Armstrong - ""Old Days""\nThe Brave - ""Evie\'s Little Garden""\nThe Devil Wears Prada - ""Termination""\nThen It Ends - ""Reason""*\nTj Carroll - ""Family Members""*\nVOUS Worship - ""Loyal OMG""\nXander Sallows - ""Same Stars""*\nZander - ""Wildest Love""*4/24Gianne Hinolan - ""Glorious""4/26Bryann T - ""Santos""*\nMore Rain - ""Adoration We Love You Jesus""*4/27Jude Barclay & Vic Sage - ""Necklace""*4/28G4T Worship - ""Life Laid Out""*\nPoor Bishop Hooper - ""Psalm 70""\nSam McCabe & Kristene Dimarco - ""I Want To Serve God""*\nTodd Ganovski - ""144""*4/29Ale Fdz & Seth Condrey - ""De la muerte a la vida""*\nNEELY - ""Give Me Faith Acoustic""*\nValerie Anne - ""Goodbye""*4/30Adrion Butler - ""T.F.I.M Freestyle""*\nAlvin Cedric - ""WAY UP"" feat. TUVÍ & Miles Minnick\nAndrew Ripp - ""Helpless Without You""\nAngie Rose & Niko Eme - ""Not A Monster Spanish Remix"" feat. Chris Liggio\nAnna Golden - ""YOU""\nAustin Lanier - ""Empty""*\nBen Laine - ""God Of The Ocean""\nBKE - ""Heart Ache""*\nBrandon Lake - ""Just Like Heaven Radio Version""*\nBrice Davis - ""Joseph""\nCade Kellam - ""Faithful"" feat. Kylee Shipp\nCarl B. Phillips - ""Good Enough For God Radio Edit"" feat. Stephen Anderson*\nCaroline Cobb - ""Turn the Tables""*\nCelinés - ""Dios de la Creación"" feat. Eduard Muñoz*\nCRYS - ""en tu mirá""\nDave Barnes - ""Everytime She Falls in Love""*\nDave Pettigrew - ""Raise a Hallelujah""*\nDeath Therapy - ""Familiar Shadows""\nDeath Therapy - ""Tension""\nDerek Minor - ""Fair""\nDJ Bachi - ""Resurrection"" feat. Summer Gold*\nDj Em D - ""Firestick"" feat. Parris Chariz*\nEllie Holcomb - ""I Will Carry You""\nEmily Faith - ""When I Met Jesus""*\nEric Heron & Free Cinema - ""Target Practice""\nFAITHUL, Christy Nockels & Ellie Holcomb - ""Rise Up"" feat. Christa Wells, Jess Ray & Tamar Chipp\nFirst15 Worship - ""Never Be The Same"" feat. Ashley McCleery & Bryan McCleery*\nFoothills Collective - ""Resurrection Power""*\nFrontier Music - ""Refuge""*\nFuture Of Forestry - ""Tears""\nGoodnight Fear - ""Discovery"" feat. Whosah*\nGrace Church Worship - ""Greater Than All Our Words""*\nGreg LaFollette - ""Boots of Spanish Leather""*\nHarvest Sound - ""When I Find You"" feat. Courtney Cordes*\nIMRSQD & Moflo Music - ""Mango Sorbet""\nJay White - ""Light My Fire""*\nJenny & Tyler - ""Carry Me To The Sea Remix"" feat. Mac Powell*\nJeremiah Paltan & Faith Lofi - ""Water""\nJeri-Nichole - ""Ashes Say His Name"" feat. Andy & Rachel Graham*\nJ-Heir - ""Reverse""*\nJJ Heller - ""When I\'m With You""\nJoey Vantes - ""Mascarpone""\nJohn Michael Howell - ""Open Up Your Eyes""\nJordan Colle - ""Temple""*\nJusRzd - ""We On Now""*\nJ Vessel & CASS - ""What It Is 123""\nKate Stanford - ""High Road""*\nKi Alexis - ""Take Me Higher, Jesus""\nKimber - ""Mountains Live""*\nKingdmusic & Kyle Deutsch - ""Nguwe""\nKyle Guisande - ""Tightrope""\nLord Badu - ""No Hook Freestyle""*\nMat Kearney - ""Say It Now""\nMatthews Ntlele - ""Start Over""\nNorthview Worship - ""For Good Live""*\nNu Tone & Rapzilla - ""No Cholo"" feat. 350 & F\'rael*\nNXTMIKE, Kip Wolfe & TRAPSHIP COLLECTIVE - ""BOSS""*\nNXTMIKE, Kip Wolfe & TRAPSHIP COLLECTIVE - ""HER""*\nOur Future Glory & S.O. - ""Almighty""*\nPaul the Messenger & Chreashen - ""when you\'re addicted""*\nPeople & Songs - ""Time to Rise Up"" feat. Wesley Nilsen, Mary Grace & May Angeles\nPhaino & Ezzo - ""VIBES LIKE THIS""\nPyramid Park - ""You Got Me""\nRedimi2 & Madiel Lara - ""Bacha Drill""*\nRed Tips - ""Blessings"" feat. tellé*\nRhonda Towns - ""Walking in Your Wonderful Light""*\nRhyan LaMarr - ""Tonight"" feat. Caleb Mitchell & KC Wavey*\nRiley Clemmons - ""I\'m Not Alone""\nRita Springer & Worship Together - ""Stand In Your Love""\nRoman_tilus - ""New Testament"" feat. Kaleb Mitchell*\nROY3LS - ""Evil""*\nSarah Reeves - ""Not My Style R3HAB Remix""\nSeth & Rachel Enos - ""The Final Say Live""*\nShaylee Simeone - ""Slide"" feat. Brett Rutledge*\nShua - ""Save Your Tears""*\nSIV - ""Seclusion""*\nSophie Keye - ""Found in You""*\nThe Hunts - ""Request""*\nTobe Nwigwe - ""Caged Birds SIO Version"" feat. LANELL GRANT\nTommee Profitt - ""With Arms Wide Open"" feat. Nicole Serrano*\nTre Ovalle - ""heartbreak & alcohol""*\nTy Brasel, Lecrae & Melodie Wagner - ""Paid For It Remix""\nTyree Miller - ""My Psalm""*\nWILLO - ""Does Anyone Know""*\n7 Hills Worship - ""Don\'t Lose Heart""*\n11th Hour - ""Whosoever Will May Come""*Embed', 'default'",1
8652,Everclear___Why_I_Dont_Believe_In_God,sad,"""Why I Don’t Believe in God  I heard the truth about you\nAnd it doesn't really read at all\nLike the whipping stick you raised me with\nA scared woman in a private hell\nHushed voice like electric bells\n\nStrange talk about Edgar Cayce\nAnd the long lame walk of the dark seventies\nStrange talk about Edgar Cayce\nAnd the long lame walk of the dark seventies\nI heard the truth about you, yeah you\nMama, they woke me up\nI was deep in an idiot sleep\nI was just eight years old\nHeard big words with horrible sound\nWhy'd they have to call my school\nTell me my mother had a nervous breakdown\n\nI wish I believed like you do, yeah you\nIn the myth of a merciful God\nIn the myth of a heaven and hell\nI hear the voices you hear sometimes\n\nSometimes it gets so much\nI feel like letting go\nSometimes it gets so hard\nI feel like letting it go\nSometimes it gets so goddamn hard I feel like letting it all go\n\nLetting it all go\nLetting it all go\nLetting it all go\nLetting it all go\nYeah, letting it all go\n\nI ran away and went looking for you\nBack to Culver City and the old neighborhood\nNeeded to know if you were really gone\nNeeded to know if you were gone for good\nYou might also likeI ran through the projects at night\nHide in the dark from my friends in the light\nHide from my brother-in-law\nHide from the things he'd say\n\nSaid you weren't losing your mind\nYeah, said you just needed a rest\nHe said you would be coming home soon\nHe said the doctors there would know what's best\nSaid that maybe I could go live with them for a while\n\nI know the truth about you\nI know the truth about you\nI know the truth about you\nI know the truth\nI know the truth\nI know the truth\nI know the truth\nI know the truth about you\n\nMama, they woke me up\nI was just eight years old\nSometimes it gets so hard\nI feel like letting it go\nSometimes it gets so hard\nI feel like letting it all go\nYeah, letting it all go\nLetting it all go\nOoh, letting it all go\nYeah letting it all go",1
3522,Bloc_Party___SRXT,sad,"""SRXT  [Verse 1]\nWalking in the countryside\nIt seems that the winds have stopped\nI took down the posters from my wall\nLeft letters for you all\nI remember moments of happiness\nEndless summer, acoustic guitars\nBeing a man made me coarse\nWhen I wanted to be delicate\n[Bridge]\nI called up Eugene\nTold him I was drowning\nI called up Eugene\nTold him I was drowning\n\n[Verse 2]\nLike a castaway on a warm ocean\nWaiting for a purpose to rise\nThey say it's not becoming\nFor a boy my age\nIf you want to know what makes me sad\nWell it's hope, the endurance of faith\nA battle that lasts a lifetime\nA fight that never ends\n\n[Outro]\nWalking in the countryside\nIt seems that the winds have stopped\nTell my mother I am sorry\nAnd I loved herYou might also like1",1
979,Alvin_Lucier___I_Am_Sitting_In_A_Room,calm,"'I Am Sitting in a Room  I am sitting in a room different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of my speaking voice and I am going to play it back into the room again and again until the resonant frequencies of the room reinforce themselves so that any semblance of my speech, with perhaps the exception of rhythm, is destroyed. What you will hear, then, are the natural resonant frequencies of the room articulated by speech. I regard this activity not so much as a demonstration of a physical fact, but more as a way to smooth out any irregularities my speech might have.Embed', 'default'",2
3558,Blonde_Redhead___Elephant_Woman,sad,"""Elephant Woman  Angel I can see myself in your eyes\nAngel won't you feel for me from your heart\nDo return my heart to me\nNo don't insist I'm already hurt\nElephant girl\nIt was an accident unfortunate\nAngel threw me like a rubber man\nAiming for the ground\nWhy amuse yourself in such a way\nNo don't insist I'm already hurt\nLay me down on the ground softly softly\nDon't remove my head hurts much too much\n\nYou never return it\nWell I wouldn't miss it\nI shed no tears for broken me\nYou never know it my peace of mind\nNow inside and outside are matching\n\nIf you never return it\nWill it break your wings\nWill you shed no tears for broken meYou might also like9",1
8078,Elliott_Smith___In_The_Lost_And_Found_honky_bachThe_Roost,sad,"""In the Lost and Found Honky Bach / The Roost  [Verse 1]\nHe held his breath to hold your hand\nTo walk the stair steps in pairs\nClimbing up a slippery slope\nI'm in love, love I hope\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't go home, Angelina\nStay with me, hanging around in the lost and found\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe kissed you quick, feeling weird\nLonely leered, and disappeared\nThis is such a simple place\nThe passing time can't erase\n[Chorus]\nDon't go home, Angelina\nPaint tomorrow blue\n\n[Bridge]\nDay breaks but every morning when he wakes he thinks of you\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm alone, but that's okay\nI don't mind most of the time\nI don't feel afraid to die\nShe was here, passing by\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't go home, Angelina\nStay with me, hanging around in the lost and found",1
4382,Broken_Social_Scene___Stars_and_Sons,happy,"""Stars and Sons  [Verse 1: Brendan Canning]\nAnd when you let it\nYou ask for nothing\nWhy don't you share it?\nAll of the time you live\nThere's something that left\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will ever know in this town\nAnd in the red room at a distance\nHow would you know when?\nYou're the same when you're living\nI don't know when, I don't know when\n[Chorus: Brendan Canning]\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will know how far I live on\n\n[Verse 2: Brendan Canning]\nAll of the time you wait\nThere's someone who left\nAnd anyone can find all the rest\nHow would you show it?\nYou can see through the rest\nI don't know when, it won't be this time\n\n[Chorus: Brendan Canning]\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will know how far I live onSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0
3834,Bobby_Womack___Just_My_Imagination,sad,"""Just My Imagination  I just can't seem to face the truth\nSince you said that we were through on a summer night... yes sir\n\nI lost the other half of my best friend\nThose who lost you most will will you, for my life sic\nBaby, I'm still right there holding you\nSummer breeze brought some love for me and you\nYou've got me burning all love inside\nBut I always fantasize in my mind, baby\n\nJust my imagination\nPlaying tricks on me again y'all....\nJust my Imagination\nPlaying tricks on me again\nFeel your body I'm touching you\nLove me good like you used to do on a summer night, summer night\nI lost the other half of my best friend\nThose who lost you most will sicwill you for my life\nBaby! I'm still right here holding you\nYou can tell I'm about to get next to you\nYou've got me burning all love inside\nBut I always fantasize in my mind\n\nJust my imagination\nPlaying tricks on me again y'all....\nJust my Imagination\nPlaying tricks on me again\nLove, love love love love woo hoo ho hoooo love",1
1643,Apollo_440___Krupa,happy,"""Krupa  Now back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style\n\nYeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style\nYeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style\nYeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style",0
297,Ace_of_Base___Beautiful_Morning,happy,"""Beautiful Morning  [Intro]\nWhat a beautiful morning\nThe best in life is free\nMmm, what a beautiful morning\nBelieve me\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat a mystery, all the worlds on fire\nYesterdays hard work still in my head\nI feel no despair, no regrets or sorrow\nCause this new day makes me dance on air\nWhat a golden day\n[Chorus]\nWhat a beautiful morning in my life\nThe best in life is free\nI'd give it all away\nAnd I wonder what more is to come\nLet this beautiful morning change my mind\nBelieve me when I say\nThe shadows are fading out, oh yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nAs the day grows bright, we are turning pages\nAnd we write new chapters of our lives\nSome are strong and long, others weak with sorrow\nKeep the focus on the rising sun\nWhat a golden day\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat a beautiful morning in my life\nThe best in life is free\nI'd give it all away\nAnd I wonder what more is to come\nAnd this beautiful morning changed my mind\nBelieve me when I say\nThe shadows faded out, oh yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nBelieve me\nCrows will always fly\nBelieve me\nThey are only birds\nYou have to, you have to let go\nAnd you will see things in a different light\nWhat a beautiful morning\nMmm... what a beautiful morning\nOoh, believe me\nOh, what a beautiful, what a beautiful morning\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWhat a beautiful\nWhat a beautiful morning\nBelieve, believe me\nWhat a beautiful morning\nThe best in life is free\nA beautiful morning\nA beautiful morning\nOh yeah, oh yeah, believe me",0
6985,Devics___Three,sad,"""Three  Hey doll, now you found a place to crawl into\nYou hide so well, so sad when no one finds you\nLonely girl\nHey doll, you got what you've always wanted\nYou stand so tall but still your feeling nothing\nLonely girl",1
5439,Chromatics___Running_Up_That_Hill,sad,"""Running Up That Hill  [Verse 1]\nIt didn't hurt me\nBut you wanna feel how it feels\nBut you wanna know that it didn't hurt me\nBut you wanna hear about the deal they're making, oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou\nIt's you and me\nIt's you and me who won't be unhappy\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I only could\nI'd make a deal with God\nAnd I'd get him to swap our places\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nBe running up that building\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo you wanna hurt me?\nLet's see how deep the bullet lies\nUnaware I'm tearing you asunder\nThere is thunder in our hearts\nIs there so much hate for the ones we love?\nTell me we both matter, don't we?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou\nIt's you and me\nIt's you and me who won't be unhappy\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I only could\nI'd make a deal with God\nAnd I'd get him to swap our places\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nBe running up that building\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd if I only could\nI'd make a deal with God\nAnd I'd get him to swap our places\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nNo problem\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou\nIt's you and me\nIt's you and me who won't be unhappy\n\n[Bridge]\nC'mon baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet me steal this moment from you now\nC'mon angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet's exchange the experience\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I only could\nI'd make a deal with God\nAnd I'd get him to swap our places\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nBe running up that building\nAnd if I only could...\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nC'mon baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet me steal this moment from you now\nC'mon angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet's exchange the experience\n\n[Bridge]\nC'mon baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet me steal this moment from you now\nC'mon angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling\nLet's exchange the experience\n\n[Outro]\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nBe running up that building\n\nBe running up that road\nBe running up that hill\nBe running up that building\n\nNo problem1",1
4481,Bryan_Adams___Straight_From_The_Heart,happy,"""Straight from the Heart  [Verse 1]\nI could start dreamin' but it never ends\nAs long as you're gone we may as well pretend\nI've been dreamin'\nStraight from the heart\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou say it's easy but who's to say\nThat we'd be able to keep it this way\nBut it's easier\nComin' straight from the heart\n[Chorus]\nOh, give it to me straight from the heart\nTell me we can make another start\nYou know I'll never go - as long as I know\nIt's comin' straight from the heart\n\n[Verse 3]\nI see you on the street some other time\nAnd all my words would just fall out of line\nWhile we're dreamin'\nStraight from the heart\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, give it to me straight from the heart\nTell me we can make one more start\nYou know I'll never go - as long as I know\nIt's comin' straight from the heart\n\n[Bridge]\nOh\nDon't ever leave me darlin'\n\n[Outro]\nOh, straight from the heart\nTell me we can make one more start\nYou know I'll never go- as long as I know\nYou'll give it to me now\nStraight from the heart\nTell me we can make one more start\nYou know I'll never go-as long as I know\nIt's coming straight from the heart\nGive it to me\nOh no, oh no\nStraight from the heart\nYou know I'll never go-as long as I know\nIt's coming straight from the heartSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0
3015,Big_D_and_The_Kids_Table___My_Girlfriends_On_Drugs,happy,"'My Girlfriend’s on Drugs  [Intro]\nOh yeah\nWhoa, no\n\n[Verse 1]\nShe passed out at my parents\' dinner\nYou gotta love her\nShe screamed at my Dad that I\'m a winner He\'s a winner\nShe really digs me\nShe\'s scared the house might fall on us\nWhile we\'re sleeping\nShe\'s scared that we are going nuts\nThat\'s what I\'m thinking\n[Refrain]\nWhoa, yeah\nWhoa, oh yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe takes pot to come down, yeah, coke for the confidence\nAll kinds of pills, if she had the money she would get \'em\nHuffing for a challenge, acid for the love of it\nAnd, and, and, and, and drinking just for fun\n\n[Chorus]\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nHer brain is going, going, going, going, gone, aw, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe swears the cat is stealing our money\nYou gotta love her\nWhen she sees a cop she\'ll burst out laughing\nShe\'s going crazy\nWhen I put her to bed she says, ""Thank you, Superman"" Thank you, Superman\nAnd I think I like it\nShe showed up at my work on something\nShe screamed ""I\'m a daisy""\nYou might also like[Refrain]\nWhoa, yeah\nWhoa, oh yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe takes pot to come down, yeah, coke for the confidence\nAll kinds of pills, if she had the money she would get \'em\nHuffing for a challenge, acid for the love of it\nAnd, and, and, and, and drinking just for fun\n\n[Chorus]\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs\nHer brain is going, going, going, going, gone\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nHer brain is going, going, going, going, gone, whoa, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nMy girlfriend\'s on drugs She\'s gonna die, die, die, die\nHer brain is going, going, going, going, going, going, going, going, going, going, going, going, gone, yeahEmbed', 'default'",0
5441,Chromeo___Mommas_Boy,happy,"'Momma’s Boy  She says I remind her of her father\nAnd I know she likes it\nShe wants a man that\'s got his game locked tight\nI think she reminds me of my mother\nAnd she knows I like it\nI want a woman with the same brown eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd girl, you got it so bad\nWhen the only boy you know is your dad\nAnd boy, you got it so wrong\nWhen you look into her eyes\nAnd all you really see is your mom, ohh\nCause you\'re a momma\'s boy, momma\'s boy\nShe tried to take me to the movies\nBut I couldn\'t enjoy it\nI didn\'t even let her sneak a touch\nShe asked me ""What\'s the problem\nMaybe we can talk about it""\nYou\'re thinking \'bout your mother way too much\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd girl, you got it so bad\nWhen the only boy you know is your dad\nAnd boy, you got it so wrong\nWhen you look into her eyes\nAnd all you really see is your mom, ohh\nCause you\'re a momma\'s boy, momma\'s boy\n\nMomma\'s boy, momma\'s boy\nYou\'re a momma\'s boy, momma\'s boy yeah\nYou\'re just a momma\'s boy\nYou\'re just a momma\'s boy\nYou\'re just a momma\'s boy\nYou\'re just a, ow!\n\nShe says I remind her of her father\nAnd I know she likes it\nShe wants a man that\'s got his game locked tightYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6671,Dax_Riggs___DethBryte,sad,"""Dethbryte  All this fades and reappears\nAnd we will always be everywhere everything\nDreams tonight\nDon't bleed it so white\nThe fragile waves of days\nThey break against the shore\nOf all these years\nDon't scream and bite\nDon't bleed it so white\nIf all death is as bright",1
1042,American_Head_Charge___Reach_and_Touch,anger,"""Reach and Touch  [Verse 1]\nI've seen it turn from white to red\nI've heard you talk about how\nYou bleed and it doesn't mean shit\nUntil I see some action a hint of\nRose and a mountain of garbage\nLeaves me for dead and nothing drags me from\n\n[Chorus]\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself to try to keep everyone\nFrom walking over me\n[Verse 2]\nSmell the burning wreckage of even you\nAll of your perfection lets get inside\nThe bag turn it 180 degrees\nForget we even met cause it all comes\nDown to this the good ones always\nLeave in the end\n\n[Chorus]\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself\nBreaking myself to try to keep everyone\nFrom walking over me\n\n[Bridge]\nI see the world and it all looks blue\nI kiss the world and it all tastes true\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe blurry eyes make me appealing\nIn a normal fashion another 2 or 3\nYou will become very friendly\nYour liquidation is a siren song\nYou swim I follow I'm feeling my head sink\nSo as to reach and touch what hurts me\nStill I try to reach and touch what hurts me",3
1591,Antimatter___A_Portrait_Of_The_Young_Man_As_An_Artist,sad,"""A Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist  Look at you all clutching your guitars\nAs if it makes a difference to who you really are\nDoes the picking of a string stop the ticking of the clock?\nWhen will this curtain fall?\n\nHow did you carve that psalms?\nI'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp\nYou're drowning so you plagiarize what you wish to become\nA stone masquerade so cold\n\nWhat's real about this story?\nWhat's real?\nAm I safe? Am I safe to be alone?\nWhen all around are lost\nConsumed by my indifference and left to count the cost\nOf all the bleeding hearts who suffered you because you told them...\nYou told them you were someone\n\nWhat's real about this story?\nWhat's real about this picture?",1
4282,Bright_Eyes___A_New_Arrangement,sad,"""A New Arrangement  If you could change your days\nArranging them in some sweet new sequence\nLike any new arrangement is going to make a difference\nBecause it is the moment that you are living in\nAnd not the one that follows that makes the mess you are cleaning in your head\n\nAnd time still drags you forward\nAlthough you keep resisting\nBecause you know it is what you leave behind\nYou will soon start missing and the people you once counted on\nSays its all depending on how you act and how you treat yourself\nAnd that is not very well\nSo baby when I call for you\nI want you to come and explain yourself to everyone\n\nYou nod in an acknowledgment of your frequent mood swings\nBut what good is an acknowledgment\nIt still don't change things\nWe've tried all forms of encouragement\nAnd it's still no better\nYou can't seem to fake or force a smile\nNot even a little one\n\nSo baby, when I call to you I want you to come\nAnd lay it out for everyone\nExactly how it was before any of this happened\nAnd why you can't leave it behind\nDon't just sit there when I call to you\nI told you to come and lay it out for\nDon't feel awkward\nLay it out for everyoneYou might also like1",1
1794,Archive___Again,sad,"""Again  You're tearing me apart\nCrushing me inside\nYou used to lift me up\nNow you get me down\n\nIf I was to walk away\nFrom you, my love\nCould I laugh again?\nIf I walk away from you\nAnd leave my love\nCould I laugh again?\nAgain, again...\nYou're killing me again\nAm I still in your head?\nYou used to light me up\nNow you shove me down\n\nIf I was to walk away\nFrom you, my love\nCould I laugh again?\nIf I walk away from you\nAnd leave my love\nCould I laugh again?\n\nI'm losing you again\nLacking me inside\nI used to lift you up\nNow I get you down\n\nWithout your love\nYou're tearing me apart\nWith you close by\nYou're crushing me inside\nWithout your love\nYou're tearing me apart\nWithout your love\nI'm doused in madness\nI can't lose the sadness\nCan't lose the sadness\nYou might also likeCan't lose the sadness\n\nYou're tearing me apart\nCrushing me inside\nWithout your love\nYou used to lift me up\nYou're crushing me inside\nNow you get me down\nWith you close by\nI'm doused in madness\nCan't lose the sadness\n\nIt's ripping me apart\nIt's tearing me apart\nIt's tearing me apart\nI don't know how\nIt's ripping me apart\nIt's tearing me apart\nIt's tearing me apart\nI don't know why\nI don't know why\nI don't know why\nI don't know why\n\nWithout your love\nWithout your love\nWithout your love\nWithout your love\nIt's tearing me apart3",1
1848,Armand_Van_Helden___Into_Your_Eyes,happy,"""Into Your Eyes  When I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nYou might also likeWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\nWhen I look into your eyes\nI can love you 'till forever\n\nWhen I look into your eyes",0
9342,Foo_Fighters___Still,calm,"""Still  [Verse 1]\nIf you'd like to walk a while\nWe could waste the day\nFollow me into the trees\nI will lead the way\nBring some change up to the bridge\nBring some alcohol\nThere we'll make a final wish\nJust before the fall\n\n[Chorus]\nPromise I will be forever yours\nPromise not to say another word\nNevermind what's done is done\nAlways was a lucky one\n[Verse 2]\nWatch the sunrise all alone\nSitting on the tracks\nHear the train come roaring in\nNever coming back\nLaying quiet in the grass\nEverything is still\nRiver stones and broken bones\nScattered on the hill\n\n[Chorus]\nPromise I will be forever yours\nPromise not to say another word\nNevermind what's done is done\nAlways was a lucky one\n\n[Chorus]\nPromise I will be forever yours\nPromise not to say another word\nHere forever deep beneath the dirt\nNevermind what's done is done\nAlways was a lucky one",2
4585,Busta_Rhymes___Make_It_Hurt,sad,"""Make it Hurt  We gon' change things\nYea, Genesis niggas\nWe gotta introduce y'all to the motherfuckin new millenium bounce\nYea, two-thousand and one hot shit hot shit c'mon\nAll my niggas in the place, all my bitches in the place\nC'mon, c'mon, let's get to it\nLet's get to it, let's get to it\nAll my niggas and my bitches let's get to it\nNew milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce\nC'mon, c'mon, c'mon\n[Verse One]\nAiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in?\nNigga guess who just walked in?\nLynch, most ? makes them other niggas sit upon the bench broke\nThen I step up in a trenchcoat nigga\nGot no time to be fuckin with them wonderama niggas\nLet me loosen up your bra-strap mama nigga\nLISTEN UP! Look how we be rippin up and got the party pickin up\nAnd got you niggas spittin up SHIT\nNo pain, nigga never no gain, nigga no strain\nO.D. into my cocaine music\nSpit that venom; pretty thick bitches walk by\nIf you let 'em pussy printin through they denim\nTake her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip\nDrop her off, let her walk the strip\nAin't it funny how nature work?\nMake bitches wanna bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon\n\n[Hook]\nShake yo' shit until you make it hurt\nThrow yo' pussy 'til you make it hurt\nPop that shit until you make it hurt\nBounce 'til you really wanna make it hurt\nNow bang yo' head until you make it hurt\nC'mon, stomp yo' feet until we make it hurt\nPound that shit until we make it hurt\nUntil we make it hurt, now let's make it hurt\nYou might also like[Verse Two]\nAre we ever gonna stop nigga? HECK NO!\nShit now let me rip the muh'fucka from the get-go, nigga\nLet go 'fore you make a nigga wanna let the tec blow\nBitches dancin like a stepshow, nigga\nViolate nigga, you gets no love, ghetto\nOnly give a nigga show love ditto\nYour clique too little, fuck givin niggas a riddle\nFuck around I turn your wife into a widow\nNitro nigga, make you wanna wild on the floor\nLike a bunch of little psycho niggas\nPresto, shit we got a expo of bitches in here\nWhylin like a bunch of lesbo bitches\nThe best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon\nGet on your mark, get ready set go bitches\nThen we go and add a little propane to it\nThen we send another whole flame through it\nClear everything in my path, before I split you in half\nYou wack nigga, better get you a staff\nThe freak bitches try to hit me with math\nBrushin off wack niggas while them same bitches givin me ass, yo\nNow let me give you more hot shit, just for the record\nAnd make bitches wanna get ass-naked, c'mon\nParty 'til you wanna lash out\nBetter yet, y'all niggas party 'til you motherfuckin pass out!\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse Three]\nC'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all\nLight yo' L, get high y'all\nShit you can't deny y'all\nDon't lie y'all, don't try y'all\nAll my niggas inside y'all\nC'mon, let's start that shit y'all\nC'mon, and you know we won't quit\nThen bang niggas with hit after hit y'all, c'mon\nIn the meantime nigga just pass me the Henny, c'mon\nLittle Cris' and a bottle of the Remi\nWrite a bit and STILL sortin it out\nFlipmode up in this muh'fucka nigga, whatchu talkin about?\nHold up - a lot of people ain't compatible nigga\nThey be buggin on how a nigga spend capital nigga\nAin't it funny how nature work?\nHot shit'll make 'em bounce 'til she really wanna make it hurt, c'mon\n\n[Hook] - repeat 2X1",1
8060,Elliott_Smith___A_Distorted_Reality_is_Now_a_Necessity_To_Be_Free,sad,"'A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free  I\'m floating in a black balloon\nO.D. on Easter afternoon\nMy mama told me ""Baby stay clean\nThere\'s no in-between""\nAnd all you ladies and you gentlemen\nBetween is all you\'ve ever seen or been\nFit poorly and arrange the sight\nDoll it up in virgin white\nYou disappoint me, you people raking in on the world\nThe devil\'s script sells you the heart of a blackbird\nShine on me baby, because it\'s raining in my heart\n\nSun\'s rising on a chopping glare\nRain dropping acid bought up in the air\nA distorted reality is now a necessity to be free\nIt\'s so disappointing\nFirst I put it all down to luck\nGod knows why my country don\'t give a fuck\nFuck\nShine on me baby, because it\'s raining in my heart\nShine on me baby, because it\'s raining in my heartYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",1
5456,Chumbawamba___Amnesia,happy,"""Amnesia  [Verse 1]\nGoodbye to the summer\nSold down the river\nUnhappy ever after\nWell, did you ever?\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nDid you ever reach for the glued-down penny?\nSame old joke and it's not funny\nBurns are red, bruises blue\nOut with the old, cheated by the new\n[Chorus]\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou sing the same old verse\nStick like glue, for better or worse\nWhat goes around comes around\nAgain, again, again\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nThis heart, pulled apart\nHydra fighting, head-to-head\nBurns are red, bruises blue\nOut with the old, cheated by the new\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh-ooh\nAmnesia\nOoh-ooh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\n\n[Outro 1]\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\nDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?\nI don't remember\n\n[Outro 2/Interlude]\nCut the head in half using a bandsaw\nAnd scoop the brains out\nBlast the brain out with water or air\nSuck the brain out through a hole in the head\nWhat about free speech?\nWhat about free speech?\nWhat about free speech?\nLook, that's not the point\nYou're giving this place a bad name\nI've got my position to think of",0
8856,Fall_Out_Boy___The_After_Life_Of_The_Party,happy,"""The After Life of the Party  [Verse 1]\nI'm a stitch away from making it\nAnd a scar away from falling apart, apart\nBlood cells pixelate and eyes dilate\nAnd the full moon pills got me out on the street at night\n\n[Chorus]\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\n[Verse 2]\nOh, put love on hold, young Hollywood\nIs on the other line\nHer nose runs ruby red, Death's in a double bed\nSinging songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate\n\n[Chorus]\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose...\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm a stitch away from making it\nAnd a scar away from falling apart, apart\nBlood cells pixelate and eyes dilate\nKiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends\n\n[Chorus]\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nLoose, watch you work the room\nCut it loose, watch you work the room\nOhhhh, whoa\n\n[Outro]\nI'm a stitch away, I'm a stitch away...You might also like11",0
2446,Barbara_Mason___Yes__Im_Ready,happy,"""Yes, I’m Ready  Barbara Mason\n[Male backups:] Are you ready?\n[Female backups:] [Yes I'm ready]\n[Male backups:] Are you ready?\n[Female backups:] [Yes I'm ready]\n\nI don't even know how to love you\nJust the way you want me to\nBut I'm ready [ready] to learn to learn\nYes, I'm ready [ready] to learn to learn\nTo fall in love, to fall in love, to fall in love with you\nI don't even know how to hold your hand\nJust to make you understand\nBut I'm ready [ready] to learn to learn\nYes, I'm ready [ready] to learn to learn\nTo hold your hand, to make you understand\nTo hold your hand right now\n\nI don't even know how to kiss your lips kiss your lips\nAt a moment like this\nBut I'm going to learn how to do\nAll the things you want me to\nAre you ready? Yes, I'm ready\nAre you ready? Yes, I'm ready\nTo fall in love, to fall in love, to fall in love right now\n\nAre you ready? Yes, I'm ready\nAre you ready? Yes, I'm ready\nTo kiss me? Yes, I'm ready\nTo love me?\nTo kiss you, love you, and hug you\nBaby, I'm readyYou might also like1",0
9061,Finch___Chinese_Organ_Thieves,happy,"""Chinese Organ Thieves  [Verse 1]\nAll of your crying will do you no good\nStand up and straighten yourself\nJust one of your moods\nI'm selling the family now\nTo the highest bidder\nStructures come crumbling down\nBlessing the bruise\n\n[Chorus]\nTake cover, run\nAs fast as you can\nFast as you can\nAgainst the wind\nIt's all over, so long\nBlood on your hands\nBlood on your hands\nI am alive\n[Verse 2]\nIt's easy to forget your heart when\nLeaving behind\nHow dare you compare your pain with\nThe look in her eyes\nHey, aren't you proud of me now?\nI'm still calling\nSurface to surface of lies\nYou kept in the dark\n\n[Chorus]\nTake cover, run\nAs fast as you can\nFast as you can\nAgainst the wind\nIt's all over, so long\nBlood on your hands\nBlood on your hands\nI am alive\n\n[Bridge]\nBecause of you\nThe solitude of love can feel so sore\nBlood above your door\nBecause of you\nThe solitude of love can feel so sore\nBlood above your door\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nTake cover, run\nAs fast as you can\nFast as you can\nAgainst the wind\nIt's all over, so long\nBlood on your hands\nBlood on your hands\nI am alive\n\n[Outro]\nPolyrhythm, come together for an eyesore\nBlood above your door\nPolyrhythm, come together for an eyesore\nBlood above your door\nPolyrhythm, come together for an eyesore\nBlood above your door",0
1282,Andy_Bell___Electric_Blue,sad,"""Electric Blue  Eyes wide electric baby\nAll dyed in cobalt blue\nStole from the Army Navy store\nArmy Navy store\n\nMy dominatrix baby\nDolled up in rubber tube\nHey have you done me lately?\nAll evolution dated\nMy carbon copy too\nCarbon copy too\nWhen we dance to supernature\nHold your hands in space\nCome on darling I won't hate you\nThere's nothing in this life I wouldn't do\nBefore I die for you\n\nGot a pain in my heart\nGot a pain in my soul\nGot a pain in feet\nDeeper and deeper\nGot a pain in my heart\nGot a pain in my soul\nGot a pain in feet\n\nEyes wide electric baby\nAll dyed in cobalt blue\nMarch of the clones elated\nRevolution overdue\nRevolution overdue",1
3209,Bishop_Allen___Oklahoma,happy,"""Oklahoma  I was found out in the rushes\nLike a can of paint and old paintbrushes\nLike a ribbon wrapped around an old latch key\nWicknor-Whatnot that's what you call me\n\nI was sleeping on your patio\nListening to your brand new radio\nWhen you startled me awake\nI'm a man - I insist you insist on a piece of cake\n\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh\nWay out west\nStake that claim\nAnd forget everybody else's name\nI can't say\nKnew you well\nLets pretend so we can begin again\n\nYou've got eyes like Oklahoma\nLearned to swim in Lake Texoma\nChances are you plan to leave too soon\nOklahoma that's what Ill call you!\n\nWhen you're left with nowhere else to go\nTry and get me on my telephone\nAnd you'll find I threw it in a lake\nYou're a man - You insist I insist on a piece of cake\n\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh\nUh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh",0
4449,Bruce_Springsteen___Atlantic_City,sad,"'Atlantic City  [Verse 1]\nWell, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night\nAnd they blew up his house, too\nDown on the boardwalk, they\'re getting ready for a fight\nGonna see what them racket boys can do\nNow there\'s trouble busing in from out of state\nAnd the D.A. can\'t get no relief\nGonna be a rumble out on the promenade\nAnd the gambling commission\'s hanging on by the skin of its teeth\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, now, everything dies, baby, that\'s a fact\nBut maybe everything that dies someday comes back\nPut your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty\nAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic City\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I got a job and tried to put my money away\nBut I got debts that no honest man can pay\nSo I drew what I had from the Central Trust\nAnd I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, now, everything dies, baby, that\'s a fact\nBut maybe everything that dies someday comes back\nPut your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty\nAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic City\n\n[Bridge]\nNow, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold\nBut with you, forever, I\'ll stay\nWe\'re going out where the sand\'s turning to gold\nSo put on your stockings, baby, \'cause the night\'s getting cold\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd everything dies, baby, that\'s a fact\nBut maybe everything that dies someday comes back\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow I been looking for a job, but it\'s hard to find\nDown here, it\'s just winners and losers and ""Don\'t get caught on the wrong side of that line""\nWell, I\'m tired of coming out on the losing end\nSo, honey, last night, I met this guy, and I\'m gonna do a little favor for him\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like[Chorus]\nWell, now, everything dies, baby, that\'s a fact\nBut maybe everything that dies someday comes back\nPut your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty\nAnd meet me tonight in Atlantic City9Embed', 'default'",1
2193,Average_White_Band___Queen_Of_My_Soul,happy,"""Queen of My Soul  [Verse 1]\nI've loved you for as long as I remember\nAnd I know I'll love you all of my life\nI'll try to stay with you\nOh, yes, I'll try\n'Cause you got the power to satisfy me\nBut there's always something new about you, out of reach, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul, ooh\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul\n[Verse 2]\nAah, you're a lady, you're my world\nCome on and speak to me\nAah, you gotta help me now\nTo find the right key\nMajor to minor\nKeep it in step\nLet me hear, you got to teach me\nYour sweet harmony, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul, ooh\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul\n\n[Verse 3]\nAll over the world, there are so many you have gifted\nAnd they give me inspiration every day\nYou're my way of life, yeah, ooh\nI know that we will always stay together\nAnd I will love you strong\n'Cause you've got me flyin' on the wings of a song, hey\nLook on the floor now, take me higher\nGive it to me one more time and let me pass it on, ooh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul, woo\nMusic, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul, woo\nMusic Woo, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul\n\nWoo, ooh\n\nMusic Music, sweet music Sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul\nMusic Music, sweet music Sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul Yeah, yeah\n\nMusic Gotta pass it on, sweet music Ooh\nYou're the queen of my soul Pass on the music\nMusic Yeah, hey, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul\n\nMusic Yeah, yeah, sweet music Ooh, yeah, yeah\nYou're the queen of my soul Queen of my soul\nMusic, sweet music Sweet, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul Music, you gotta pass it on\n\nMusic, sweet music Don't you keep your music to yourself\nYou're the queen of my soul\nMusic Music, sweet music Ooh, hoo\nYou're the queen of my soul Ooh, ooh, hoo, yeah, yeah\nMusic [???]\nPass the music on\nGotta pass the music on, pass it on\nDon't you keep it locked inside yourself\n\nMusic Music, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul Queen of my soul, yes, you are\nMusic Music, sweet music Sweet, sweet music\nYou're the queen of my soul Aah\nMusic, sweet music Yeah, yeah, yeah\nYou're the queen of my soul",0
4813,Caravan___Nine_Feet_Underground,sad,"""Nine Feet Underground  [Nigel Blows a Tune - Instrumental]\n\n[Love's a Friend - Pye Hastings]\nLook at the day that is dawning\nWhat do you see with your eyes?\nThink of me now while you're yawning\nSunshine the tears from my cries\n\nWhat I see I know is real\nWhat I touch I know I feel\nIf I don't care for what you say\nIt won't mean much to me today\nFor I see your world that is living\nMy mind is yours, yours is mine\nDon't talk to me 'bout forgiving\nSo much to do, no more time\n\nAll my love goes straight to you\nWith just a thought for something new\nAll I have is what you feel\nWith hands in mouth, you gently kneel\n\nWhat I see I know is real\nWhat I touch I know I feel\nAll my love goes straight to you\nAll my love is you\n\n[Make It 76 - Instrumental]\n\n[Dance Of The Seven Paper Hankies - Instrumental]\n\n[Hold Grandad By The Nose - Instrumental]\n\n[Honest I Did! - Instrumental]\n\n[Disassociation - Richard Sinclair]\nThere's a place where I can go\nWhere I listen to the wind singing\nSongs of happiness I know\nAnd it brings it all back again\nYou might also likeSomewhere deep inside of me\nThere's a song that I can sing\nJigsaw puzzles on a tree\nAnd it brings it all back again\n\nWill the day be warm and bright, or will it snow?\nThere are people waiting here who really want to know\n\nAnd sometimes I think of wine\nSongs and laughter flowing free\nPeople talking all the time\nAnd it brings it all back to me\n\nWill the day be warm and bright, or will it snow?\nThere are people waiting now who really have to know\n\nCan't you feel it in the air?\nI wonder what it's meant to be\nIt's the thought that can despair\nAnd it brings it all back to me\nYes it brings it all back to me\n\n[100% Proof - Instrumental]1",1
1441,Annie___Bad_Times,sad,"""Bad Times  [Verse]\nBad times\nNever sounded so good\nEven though I know we're no good\nI forget about the pain\nYou're damn right\nWe've been on and off for too long\nEven though I know it's so wrong\nStill I feel the same\nBad times\nNever sounded so good\nEven though I know we're no good\nI forget about the pain\nYou're damn right\nWe've been on and off for too long\nEven though I know it's so wrong\nStill I feel the same\n[Chorus]\nThe loneliness reminds you\nThat everything fades\nYou said that life is strange\nWith all the mess behind you\nIt's better that way\nYou said our love could change\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nTo have you in my arms\nWhen all is said and done\nTo have you in my arms\nMake believe we've just begun\n\n[Verse]\nBad times\nBad times\nNever sounded so good\nEven though I know we're no good\nI forget about the pain\nYou're damn right\nWe've been on and off for too long\nEven though I know it's so wrong\nStill I feel the same\n\n[Chorus]\nThe loneliness reminds you\nThat everything fades\nYou said that life is strange\nWith all the mess behind you\nIt's better that way\nYou said our love could change\nYou might also like[Outro]\nBad times\nBad times\nBad times\nBad times",1
7164,Dido___Dont_Believe_In_Love,calm,"'Don’t Believe In Love  [Verse 1]\nI wanna go to bed with arms around me\nBut wake up on my own\nPretend that I\'m still sleeping\nTill you go home\n\nI can\'t look at you this morning\nI should probably have a sign\nThat says ""leave right now or quicker""\nYou\'ve overstayed your time\n[Chorus]\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing will last for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing is safe for me\nWhen I don\'t believe in love, you\'re too close to me\nThat\'s why you have to leave\n\n[Verse 2]\nMaybe I slept peaceful on your shoulder\nYour arm warm around my side\nBut it\'s different now, it\'s morning\nAnd I can\'t face your smile\n\nThe second that I feel your safe hands\nReaching out for mine\nI slip away and out of sight\nYou\'ve overstayed your time\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing is good for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing will last for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing is new for me\nNothing is warm for me and nothing is real for me\n\n[Instrumental bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing is good for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing will last for me\nWhen I don\'t believe in love, nothing is new for me\nNothing is warm for me and nothing is real for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, why do you care for me?\nWhen I don\'t believe in love, nothing is real for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, you\'re getting too close to me\nThat\'s why you have to leave, that\'s why you have to leave\nYou might also like[Outro]\nIf I don\'t believe in love\nIf I don\'t believe in love\nIf I don\'t believe in love, nothing is left for me\nIf I don\'t believe in love, you\'re too good for me4Embed', 'default'",2
263,Abba___Dancing_Queen,happy,"""TranslationsTürkçeEspañolDancing Queen  [Chorus]\nYou can dance, you can jive\nHaving the time of your life\nOoh, see that girl, watch that scene\nDigging the dancing queen\n\n[Verse 1]\nFriday night and the lights are low\nLooking out for a place to go\nWhere they play the right music, getting in the swing\nYou come to look for a king\nAnybody could be that guy\nNight is young and the music's high\nWith a bit of rock music, everything is fine\nYou're in the mood for a dance\nAnd when you get the chance\n[Chorus]\nYou are the dancing queen\nYoung and sweet, only seventeen\nDancing queen\nFeel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah\nYou can dance, you can jive\nHaving the time of your life\nOoh, see that girl, watch that scene\nDigging the dancing queen\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou're a teaser, you turn 'em on\nLeave 'em burning and then you're gone\nLooking out for another, anyone will do\nYou're in the mood for a dance\nAnd when you get the chance\n\n[Chorus]\nYou are the dancing queen\nYoung and sweet, only seventeen\nDancing queen\nFeel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah\nYou can dance, you can jive\nHaving the time of your life\nOoh, see that girl, watch that scene\nDigging the dancing queen\nYou might also like[Outro]\nDigging the dancing queen47",0
1484,Annuals___Father,sad,"'Father  A son will get sick\nA father will watch as life has left\nFrom his boy, helpless\nHours still go by, like strangers\nQuick to close an eye\nBut dear father just won\'t die\n\n""What debt has my boy to pay?\nWhat crime has been to deserve this fate?\nLord, What debt has my boy to pay?\nIt\'s this weight you gave\nMy baby\'s grave.""\nNight does not sleep for father\nHe\'s fighting to find some peace\nWhere he lives\nHis son has died\nHe stares at his wife, the woman\nWho held his boy inside\nBut why? Oh, God why?\n\nLord, how can I tell her it\'s okay?\nWhat words I know can dry her face\nDear Lord, how could you take him in this way?\nIt\'s this weight you gave, my baby\'s graveYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6451,Dark_Tranquillity___Insanitys_Crescendo,sad,"""Insanity’s Crescendo  Gently, hold our heads\nGently, hold our heads on high\n\nAimless time, in fear now hide\nOverthrow the plan\nConfusion lies in all my words\nMad is the soul\n\nWe barricade ourselves in holes of temperament\nThis is the dawning of a new age\nA heart that beats the wrong way\nInsanity's crescendo\nGently, hold our heads\nGently, hold our heads on high\n\nWindcolor, second sight\nA touch of silence, the violence of dark\nIllusion span, the aroma of time\nShadowlife, the scent of nothingness\n\nInsanity's crescendo!\n\nInfinite fall of instinct\nOrder of one spells deceit\nInfinite lack of trust\nOrder of one obsolete\n\nOh, escaping time is all we lost ahead\nWhen it's found, can judgment make amends?\n\nFrom force-fed impressions let us mortify the mind\nEach soul to violate, each instinct to be rendered false\nTorn asunder be the conventional forms and frames\nNow for the blood of heaven unlearn\n…And the cleansing comes\n\nFelt a tremor in the pillars of the senses\nCursed victim of a distance near\nThe first dream, the clearest vision\nYou might also likeAimlessly steer towards our night\nWe belong to thee\nOh, dearest bliss, unnerving silence\nEntangled within\n\nDimly begotten, in clarity found\nVirgin-like tears for impurity bound\nSearch he, who darken the stars and the sky\nGreet now this vision an emerald dawn\nEmpty the Sun, carve out the wind\nInsanity's crescendo, tear out the blinded eye\n\nInsanity's crescendo!\n\nLament of thunder, take comfort in fear\nLightning veins in crude exterior\nVoice the oppression, voice the hypocrisy\nLay down the law that made instinct fall\n\nEscape now and revert the cleansing rebirth\nTorn asunder be\nAffect me not on darkened vision\nInsanity's crescendo\n\nGrimly threat, the footstep's torn\nRebellic stand, the seeker tall\nTurn of insanity's hand\nTake this darkened vision from my sight\nNailed to the image of ignorance\nEach soul to violate\nFor the blood of heaven",1
3594,Bloodhound_Gang___Im_The_Least_You_Could_Do,anger,"""I’m the Least You Could Do  It always sucks refolding the kind of map needed\nWhen I get stuck where the sun don't shine; the fact is\nIf i just shut, up my rubber stamp could flag you as dumb\n\nIt ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of, as\nIt don't take Einstein to know that's just obscene\nBut it's been Buck Rogers' time since I hit other than rock bottom\n\nEven the odds of having you against me\nWith your crotchless jihad on blue balls, evidently are\nAlmighty, good God, so angel dust my soul like James Brown\nStreet legal whore, hauling so much stunning ass\nSell yourself short, like Bridget at the Bunny Ranch\nDo it all fours--the satisfaction of getting fouled\n\nI'm the least you could do\nIf only life were as easy as you\n\nI'm the least you could do\nIf only life were as easy as you\n\nI would still get screwed\n\nI don't care if getting under someone that's beneath you\nFits the MO of conundrum\nAs you reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers\n\nI aim to get a bang out of working your weak spot\nThat sets the bar so low just nerve can score\nWith no respect, since oddly danger feels like pay dirt\n\nI'm the least you could do\nIf only life were as easy as you\n\nI'm the least you could do\nIf only life were as easy as you\nYou might also likeI'm the least you could do\nIf only life were as easy as you\n\nIf only\n\nWhen my fumbling breaks you, should\nI thank your dad for the damaged goods?\n\nWhen my fumbling breaks you, should\nI thank your dad for the damaged goods?\n\n\nWhen my fumbling breaks you, should\nI thank your dad for the damaged goods?\n\nWhen my fumbling breaks you, should\nI thank your dad for the damaged goods?1",3
2842,Ben_Kweller___Wasted__Ready,happy,"""Wasted & Ready  [Verse 1]\nForce field super shield AA\nJunior high love affair is okay\nJump on the big wagon cause I'm So Cal\nI'm big in every way\nI'm running as fast as I can\n\n[Chorus 1]\nShe goes above and beyond her call of duty\nShe is a slut but her ex thinks it's sexy\nSex reminds her of eating spaghetti\nI am wasted but I'm ready\n[Verse 2]\nIf you wanna move it so, why don't you make it go?\nProve to everybody who doesn't understand\nAll the nights, all the fights, you are out of sight\nSome say more with their hands\nI'm running as fast as I can\n\n[Chorus 2]\nShe goes above and beyond her call of duty\nShe is a slut but her ex thinks it's sexy\nSex reminds her of eating spaghetti\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI'm running as fast as I can\nI'm running a fast as I rock!\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhy am I dealing with this feeling?\nI'm maxed out like a credit card\nI'll continue to be my worst enemy\nIt's easy but it seems so hard\nYou're near but you seem so far\n\n[Chorus 3]\nShe goes above and beyond her call of duty Seems so far\nShe is a slut but her ex thinks it's sexy\nSex reminds her of eating spaghetti Sex reminds her\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nShe goes above and beyond her call of duty Seems so far\nShe is a slut but her ex thinks it's sexy\nSex reminds her of eating spaghetti Sex reminds her\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI am wasted but I'm ready\nI, yeah-yeah\nYou might also like[Outro]\nRunning as fast as I can\nI'm running as fast as I can, can\nI'm running as fast as I can\nYeah, I'm running as fast as I can",0
3272,Black_Box_Recorder___Ideal_Home,sad,"""Ideal Home  I was brought up in an ideal home\nBay windows let the sunshine in\nNatural light chased the shadows\nI was brought up in an ideal home\n\nIn an ideal home\nNothing you do can go wrong\nIn an ideal home\nEverything's safe and you can\nSit by the fire\nRead a good book or watch TV\nMiserable songs from the house next door\nPerhaps they're planning to end it all\nThey should come around to our house\nLike the sunshine, in our ideal home\n\nIn an ideal home in an ideal home\nNothing you do can go wrong\nIn an ideal home in an ideal home\nThere's never an awkward silence\nTurn out the lights\nSit in the dark and watch the stars\nEverything's safe in an ideal home\n\nIn an ideal home\nIn an ideal home\nIn an ideal home",1
8920,Fats_Waller___Aint_Misbehavin,happy,"""Ain’t Misbehavin’  No one to talk with\nAll by myself\nNo one to walk with\nBut I'm happy\nOn the shelf\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\n\nI know for certain\nThe one I love\nI'm through with flirtin'\nIt's you that I'm thinkin' of\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\nLike Jack Horner\nIn the corner\nDon't go nowhere\nWhat do I care?\nYour kisses\nAre worth waitin' for\nBelieve me\n\nI don't stay out late\nDon't care to go\nI'm home about eight\nJust me and my radio\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for youYou might also like2",0
6086,Current_93___Moonlight__You_Will_Say,sad,"'Moonlight, You Will Say  I remember walking in the fields around York\nMiserere, oh miserere\nI remember sitting in a small room in London\nMiserere\nAnd I remember thinking\nMiserere, miserere\nI was sad\nMiserere, miserere\nThis was the stage of building broken gods\nOh miserere\nMiserere\nThis was the stage of reading the black books\nMiserere, miserere\nAnd possibly I rented my soul\nPossibly, oh, but anyway\nMiserere, miserere\nMiserere, miserere\nLoss\nLoss\nAnd if so, I ask for pardon\nAnd if not, I ask for pardon, anyway\nI have seen this world as a great howl of pain\nI have seen this world as a great ocean of blood\nI have seen this world as the acme of suffering\nI have seen this world as the great disappointment\nI have seen this world as the great zero gape\nIn which all our hopes flicker out\nGoodbye they say as they go\nGoodbye they cry\nLoss flies\n\nMoonlight, you will say\nAnd what does it matter whether God\nSpeaks to us from amongst the thorns\nOr the flowers\nBut still and still\nHe shrieks to me\n""Miserere miserere miserere miserere miserere""\nOh, wretched\nOh miserere\nMoonlight, you will say\nMoonlight, you will sayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8630,Evanescence___Good_Enough,sad,"""Good Enough  [Verse 1]\nUnder your spell again\nI can't say no to you\nCrave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand\nI can't say no to you\nShouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly\nNow I can't let go of this dream\nI can't breathe but I feel\n\n[Chorus]\nGood enough\nI feel good enough\nFor you\n[Verse 2]\nDrink up sweet decadence\nI can't say no to you\nAnd I've completely lost myself and I don't mind\nI can't say no to you\nShouldn't have let you conquer me completely\nNow I can't let go of this dream\nCan't believe that I feel\n\n[Chorus]\nGood enough\nI feel good enough\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's been such a long time coming\nBut I feel good\nAnd I'm still waiting for the rain to fall\nPour real life down on me\n'Cause I can't hold on\nTo anything this good enough\nAm I good enough\nFor you to love me too?\n\n[Outro]\nSo take care what you ask of me\n'Cause I can't say noYou might also like7",1
7907,Elbow___Ive_Got_Your_Number,sad,"""I’ve Got Your Number  Don't put this note by your face on the pillow\nDon't put this letter in the pocket near your heart\nKeep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools\nI pray you always need them\n\nI know what you have done\nI know what you have done\n\nThrowing advice like grenades at the table\nYou're spinning your wisdom in stories that change\nYour lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel\nGrow a fucking heart love\nI know what you have done\nI know what you have done\n\nI've got your number\nI've got your number\nI've got your number\nYou've got my number",1
8750,Eyes_Set_to_Kill___Ticking_Bombs,sad,"""Ticking Bombs  I used to stay away\nI used to stay away from you\nSuch a funny thing\nThe liars in us do\n\nI used to stray away\nI used to stray away from truth\nI cling to confliction\nLike the battered and confused\n\nYou're a guilty pleasure\nYou're a guilty pleasure\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\n\nI used to tell myself\nThat I would never change a thing\nNow I'm someone else\nAnd I can't remember me\nAnd now I know you well\nI know you well enough to say\nWhat they call love\nIs just another twisted game\n\nYou're a guilty pleasure\nYou're a guilty pleasure\n\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\n\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\nYou might also likeYou're a guilty pleasure\n\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\nYou're a guilty pleasure\nHearts knocking like a ticking bomb\nLike a ticking bomb\n\nI used to stay away\nI used to stay away from you\nSuch a funny thing\nThe liars in us do",1
6998,Devics___Song_For_A_Sleeping_Girl,sad,"""Song For A Sleeping Girl  I had to taste to see it close\nBut you're already there\nRight next to me\nHow could you ever find\nA better place to be\n\nYou're breathing slowly\nI let you hold me\nI left you so many times\nWhile you were next to me\nYour brown hair on the bed\nI wanted you to see\nThis is a song\nFor a silent sleeping girl\nShe wants nothing\nBut to wake and find you there\n\nThe words you whisper\nThey fade in morning\nThen I look at her\nAnd her sleeping face\nHer foot resting in mine\nAnd then I know my place\n\nThis is a song\nFor a silent sleeping girl\nShe wants nothing\nBut to wake and find you there\nYou there",1
3706,Blur___He_Thought_Of_Cars,sad,"""He Thought of Cars  [Verse 1]\nMoscow's still red, the young man's dead\nGone to heaven instead\nThe evening news says he was confused\nThe motorways will all merge soon\nLottery winner buys the moon\nThey've come to save us, the space invaders are here\n\n[Chorus]\nHe thought of cars\nAnd where, where to drive them\nWho to drive them with\nBut there, there was no one, no one\n[Verse 2]\nThere's panic at London Heathrow\nEverybody wants to go up into the blue\nBut there's a ten-year queue\nColumbia is in top gear\nIt shouldn't snow this time of year\nAmerica's shot, she's gone and done the lot, oh dear\n\n[Chorus]\nHe thought of planes\nAnd where, where to fly to\nAnd who to fly there with\nBut there, there was no one, no one\n\n[Refrain]\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la\n\n[Chorus]\nHe thought of cars\nAnd where, where to drive them\nAnd who to drive them with\nBut there, there was no one, no one\nYou might also like[Refrain]\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la\nLa, la-la, la-la, la-la4",1
7371,Dolores_ORiordan___Angel_Fire,calm,"""Angel Fire  Another lonely night in December\nJaweh, Jaweh, Jaweh\nIt is the time of year people remember\nJaweh, Jaweh\nI can't find a word to say to you\nI can't comprehend, I can't relate to you\n\nPlain to see no flies on me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to know\nPlain to see no flies on me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to know\nI'm knowing this could be our last event\nJaweh, Jaweh, Jaweh\nI'm knowing I am your youngest descent\nI don't want to know your pain\nI don't want to play the game\n\nPlain to see no flies on me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to know\nPlain to see no flies on me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to know\n\nI can't find a word to say to you\nI can't comprehend, I can't relate to you\n\nPlain to see your faith in me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to know\nCan't you see you're made for me\nTake me higher angel fire\nTake me where I want to go\nTeach me things I need to knowYou might also like1",2
5234,Chevelle___Still_Running,anger,"""Still Running  [Intro - Spoken]\nDisclaimer: We should all have hope and look towards the day where a man realizes the sounds exiting his mouth are mostly complaints that a change occurs!\n\nSay it, say it\nSay it, say it\n\n[Verse 1]\nAlone, you support, and embrace\nAnother reason to see\nSuccess, we unfold, clutching firm\nBetting he panics for sure\n[Chorus]\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe lie, want to know, has it met\nExpectations so far?\n\n[Chorus]\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done\n\n[Bridge]\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nSelfishly walking through killing the angles\nPicking and choosing to screw all of them one by one!\n[Verse 3]\nSo run, make amends, feeling torn\nBoy you better be sure! Sure!\n\n[Bridge]\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nStill running!\nNever waking up to say it\nStill running! Still running!\nStill running! Still running\n\n[Chorus]\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done\nSay it, say it, that it's done\nI want it, want it, need it done",3
3507,Blink182___I_Miss_You,sad,"""I Miss You  [Intro: Mark Hoppus]\nI miss you, I miss you\n\n[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nHello, there\nThe angel from my nightmare\nThe shadow in the background of the morgue\nThe unsuspecting victim\nOf darkness in the valley\nWe can live like Jack and Sally if we want\nWhere you can always find me\nAnd we'll have Halloween on Christmas\nAnd in the night, we'll wish this never ends\nWe'll wish this never ends\n[Interlude: Mark Hoppus]\nI miss you, I miss you\nI miss you, I miss you\n\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nWhere are you?\nAnd I'm so sorry\nI cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight\nI need somebody and always\nThis sick, strange darkness\nComes creeping on, so haunting every time\nAnd as I stare, I counted\nThe webs from all the spiders\nCatching things and eating their insides\nLike indecision to call you\nAnd hear your voice of treason\nWill you come home and stop this pain tonight?\nStop this pain tonight\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus]\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\n\n[Instrumental Break]\nYou might also like[Chorus: Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus]\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\nDon't waste your time on me, you're already\nThe voice inside my head I miss you, I miss you\n\n[Outro: Mark Hoppus]\nI miss you, I miss you\nI miss you, I miss you\nI miss you, I miss you\nI miss you, I miss you187",1
5083,Celtic_Woman___You_Raise_Me_Up,calm,"'You Raise Me Up  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nWhen I am down and, oh my soul, so weary\nWhen troubles come and my heart burdened be\nThen I am still and wait here in the silence\nUntil you come and sit awhile with me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou raise me up, so I can stand on mountains\nYou raise me up to walk on stormy seas\nI am strong when I am on your shoulders\nYou raise me up to more than I can be\n[Chorus]\nYou raise me up, so I can stand on mountains\nYou raise me up to walk on stormy seas\nI am strong when I am on your shoulders\nYou raise me up to more than I can be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou raise me up, so I can stand on mountains\nYou raise me up to walk on stormy seas\nI am strong when I am on your shoulders\nYou raise me up to more than I can be\n\n[Chorus]\nYou raise me up, so I can stand on mountains\nYou raise me up to walk on stormy seas\nI am strong when I am on your shoulders\nYou raise me up to more than I can be\n\n[Outro]\nYou raise me up to more than I can beSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
5191,Chemlab___Blunt_Force_Trauma,sad,"'Blunt Force Trauma  I hate a man like you so much that I\'m gonna get your head down in the mud and trample it\nI\'m gonna make you wish you\'d never been born\n\nHunt them out\nDrag them into the streets\nHumiliate them\nBaseball bats\nSpinning out of control\nSpinning out of control\nIn the city\'s belly\nRunning wild\nThroughout the veins of the night\nMangle ripped clothing\n""Open wide""\nNothing you can do\nNothing you can do\nAbduction\n""He\'s so cute""\nDaddy\'s little boy\nDaddy\'s little boy\nGetting all amped up to rip this toy\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nGang rape\n\nRevving engines\nOverheating\nBoiling up\nExposed and bleeding\nLittle boy\nTossed from fist to fist\nDon\'t make a sound\nWatch him squirm and twist\nGasoline\nSweat gleams\nScreams\nThey don\'t care\nYou might also likeVIolence and murder\n\nSpinning out of control\nDrunk on the violence\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nGang rape\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\n\nTo the outside of town\nForce his face down\nWatch the scene\nDistorted focus\nUgly and mean\nGoing to tear him up\nGoing to tear him up\n\nVIolence and murder\n\nAmped up for a nasty joy ride\nSpinning out of control\nGoing on an ugly joy ride\nVIolence and murder\n\nJoy ride\nJoy ride\nJoy ride\n\nSpinning wheels\nClenched teeth\nSplit lip\n""Bad trip""\nGang rape\nGang rape\nBang bang\n\nHe\'s so cute Aw\nDaddy\'s little angel\nHe\'s so cute\nDaddy\'s little angel\nLike a sponge\nTo soak up all the fluid\nBreaking off inside\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nGang rape\n\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nUgly joy ride\nGang rapeEmbed', 'default'",1
6314,Dan_Bern___One_Dance,calm,"'One Dance  Because I love you\nI get tongue tied around you\nI never say smart stuff around you\nI never say anything around you\nThat\'ll make you want to be with me\nSo, because I love you\nI will never be with you\n\nThere\'s plenty other people\nWho I always find the words for\nThat I have the sweet gift of gab for\nThat I\'m magical and good for\nWho because I do not love them\nAlways want to be with me\nEverything I say is true\nSo there\'s nothing we can do\nThen what the hell I\'ll say to you\nLet me have one dance with you\n\nI recognize the look\nIn my eyes when I see you\nIt\'s the look of one who loves you\nWho wants nothing \'cept to be with you\nIt is not the look that often\nGets returned in kind\n\nSame old tale, ain\'t nothing new\nWhat the hell\'s a soul to do\nBut maybe you can help me through\nGiving me one dance with you\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\n\nWhy do all the rules I make\n\'Bout how to act around other people\nLike don\'t write them private notes\nTrying to explain your foolish actions\nYou might also likeLike not hanging around\nFor hours after it\'s obvious\nThat your presence ain\'t desired\nLike names are not important\n\nSo if someone forgets your name\nThey\'re forgetting something intangible\nThat has nothing to do with you\nSo it\'s stupid to feel bad\n\nIf someone forgets your name\nWhy do all the rules I make\n\'Bout how to act around other people\nAlways fall by the wayside\nWhen I get around you\n\nThere ain\'t no more carrot stew\nThat old sky ain\'t never blue\nThat\'s a lie but this is true\nAll I want\'s one dance with you\n\nMy bed\'s unmade, my stuff\'s askew\nI ain\'t heard the dumbest clue\nI just want to squeeze on through\nBy getting one more dance with you\nStick it while there\'s still some glue\nMove that stone while there\'s a crew\nBefore I stumble someplace new\nLet me have one dance with you\n\nLet me have one dance with you\nLet me have one dance with you\n\nWoody Guthrie carves a sign into his guitar that says\n""This machine kills fascists.""\nAni DiFranco says\n""Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.""\nI say, ""Here\'s a monkey wrench; if you bop me on\nThe head long enough, maybe I\'ll wake up for a second.""\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nDance with you, dance with you, dance with you\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance\n\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with you\nOne dance with youEmbed', 'default'",2
1939,Ashlee_Simpson___LOVE,happy,"""L.O.V.E.  [Intro]\nI'm talkin' 'bout love, love, love, love, love, love\n\n[Verse 1]\nAll my girls, stand in a circle\nAnd clap your hands, this is for you\nUps and downs, highs and lows\nAnd no matter what, you see me through\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nMy boyfriend, he don't answer on the telephone\nI don't even know where the hell he goes\nBut all my girls, we're in a circle\nAnd nobody's gonna break through\n[Chorus]\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout—\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout love\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSay you'll be my girls for life, girls for life\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, hold up, I need another one\nI think you, you do too\nGrab my bag, got my own money\nDon't need any man in this room\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nMy boyfriend, he'll be callin' me now anytime\nI need all my girls to keep him off my mind\nSo hold up, we need another one\nWhat we got is all good\n\n[Chorus]\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout—\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout love\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nLove is an energy, love is a mystery\nLove is meant to be true\nLove is a part of me, love is the heart of me\nLove is the best thing we do I'm talkin' 'bout love\n\n[Chorus]\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout—\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout love\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— Oh, did you hear me say?\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout love\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E I'm talkin' 'bout love\nL-O, L-O, L-O— I'm talkin' 'bout love\nL-O, L-O, L-O, L-O-V-E, L-O, L-O, L-O, L-O I'm talkin' 'bout, I'm talkin' 'bout—\nI'm talkin' 'bout love",0
7482,Doves___Black_And_White_Town,happy,"""Black and White Town  [Verse 1]\nHere comes the action\nHere it comes at last\nLord give me a reaction\nLord give me a chance\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou should follow me down\n\n[Chorus]\nIn satellite towns\nThere's no color and no sound\nI've been ten feet underground\nGot to get out of this satellite town\n[Verse 2]\nHere comes some action\nFirst time in my life\nI gotta get up to get compensation\nI gotta get up to get this to light\n\n[Bridge]\nWhether you live alone\nOr you're trying to find your way in this world\nYou better make sure that you don't crack your head on that pavement, man\nMy God! what a shock!\nIt's been preying on me and mine\nThis is a dangerous place man\nThis is a dangerous place, there's nothing here\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou should follow your way down\n\n[Chorus]\nIn satellite towns\nThere's no color and no sound\nI've been ten feet underground\nIn a black and white town\n\n[Guitar solo]\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nYou should follow me down\n\n[Outro/Chorus]\nThere's no color and no sound\nIn the black and white town\nI've been ten feet underground\nIn the black and white town",0
778,Alicia_Keys___Try_Sleeping_With_A_Broken_Heart,sad,"""Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart  [Intro]\nLet's do it, baby, let's do it, baby\nLet's do it, do it\n\n[Verse 1]\nEven if you were a million miles away\nI could still feel you in my bed\nNear me, touch me, feel me\nAnd even at the bottom of the sea\nI could still hear inside my head\nTellin' me, touch me, feel me\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd all the time, you were tellin' me lies\n\n[Chorus]\nSo tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nTonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nI'm gonna hold on to the times that we had tonight\nI'm gonna find a way to make it without you\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nHave you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?\nWell, you could try sleeping in my bed\n\n[Verse 2]\nLonely, only nobody ever shut it down like you\nYou wore the crown\nYou made my body feel heaven bound\nWhy don't you hold me?\nNear me, I thought you told me\nYou'd never leave me\nLooking in the sky, I could see your face\nAnd I know right where I fit in\nTake me, make me, you know that I'll always be in love\nWith you\nRight 'til the end\nOh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nTonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nI'm gonna hold on to the times that we had tonight\nI'm gonna find a way to make it without you\n\n[Bridge]\nAnybody could've told you right from the start\nIt's 'bout to fall apart\nSo rather than hold on to a broken dream\nOr just hold on to love\nAnd I could find a way to make it\nDon't hold on too tight\nI'll make it without you tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nSo tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nTonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you\nI'm gonna hold on to the times that we had tonight\nI'm gonna find a way to make it without you\n\n[Outro]\nOh, Lord\nHave you ever tried sleepin' with a\nWithout my love\nHave you ever tried, have you ever tried?5",1
8663,Everclear___The_New_Disease,happy,"""The New Disease  I heard the news today\nAll about your new disease\nThis is what you said you wanted\nWhen you walked away from me\n\nI heard the news today\nYeah i know what your friends all say\nThat I'm gonna go to hell\nThey're all probably right\nI just wanna go to hell my way\nI just wanna do it my way\nI heard the news today\nAll about your new romance\nThere is always gonna be someone better than me\nI guess i never had a chance\nYes i heard the news today\nYou were livin' by the sound of the bell\nI still believe that life gets better\nWhen you tell the world to go to hell\n\nOh I don't wanna play your game\nI don't wanna live that way\nI don't wanna do what you tell me to do\nI don't fit inside the box you've made\n\nNo I don't wanna play your game\nNo I will never live that way\nI don't wanna do what you tell me to do\nI just want to do it my way\n\nYes I heard the news today\nYou've got scars on your hands and knees\nYou never would have been so obvious\nWhen I was a new disease\nYes I heard the news today\nYou were livin' by the sound of a bell\nI still believe that life gets better\nWhen you tell the world to go to hell\nYou might also likeOh I don't wanna play your game\nI don't wanna live that way\nI don't wanna do what you tell me to do\nI don't fit inside the box you've made\n\nNo I will never play your game\nNo I will never live that way\nNo I don't wanna live like you want me to live\nI just want to live my way",0
9489,Franz_Ferdinand___Outsiders,happy,"""Outsiders  [Verse 1]\nThere's been some change, but we're still outsiders\nIf everybody's here, then hell knows we ride alone\nOh, oh\nI've seen some years, but you're still my Caesar\nWith everything I feel, I feel you've already been here\nOh, oh\nThe only difference is all I see\nIs now all that I've seen\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's bright on the outside\nThe bright love, the dark side, I know\nIt's obvious, but sometimes\nYou just have to say it so\nYou don't feel so weak\nAbout being such a freak or alone\n[Verse 2]\nIn seventeen years, will you still be my Camille\nLee Miller, Gala or whatever? You know what I mean, yeah\nOh, oh\nLove'll die and lovers fade, but you still remain there\nSqueezing in your fingers what it means for me to be, yeah\nOh, oh\nThe only difference is what might be\nIs now what might have been\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen you saw me sleeping\nYou thought I was dreaming of you\nNo, I didn't tell you\nThat the only dream is Valium for me\n\n[Verse 3]\nI've seen some years, but you're still my Caesar\nWith everything I feel, I feel you've already been here\nOh, oh\nLove'll die and lovers fade, but you still remain here\nSqueezing in your fingers what it means for me to be, yeah\nOh, oh\nThe only difference is what might be\nIs now\nYou might also like[Outro]\nFall asleep, fall asleep1",0
1440,Annie___Come_Together,happy,"""Come Together  [Verse 1]\nLook into yourself and see\nDo you know who you are? who you are\nWhen you're feeling sad and blue\nYou should know that you are\nThe sun and the moon to me\nI care for you can't you see\nYou don't need to go so far\nAnd you know who you are who you are\n\nHey people don't look so down\nLet me play in your game in your game\nIf you wanna scream and shout\nYou should not be ashamed\nDo what you want to do\nDon't let the world get on you\nListen what I have to say\nThen you will be okay\n\nCome together!\n\n[Instrumental]\nNow!\nCome together...\n\n[Verse 2]\nNever too late to try\nDon't give up on yourself\nWhat you are searching for\nWill be find, you will see\nJust take it easily\nLet yourself be free\nListen what I have to say\nThen you will be okay\n\n[Chorus]\nCome together!\nEveryone are feeling fine\nPeople smiling\nSun is shining on you\nFeel the light\nYou might also likeCome together!\nFeel the rhythm, dance with me\nTake my hand, integrity\nAfter rain comes the sun\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 3]\nAh, it's such a lovely day\nSo glad we're all here today\nEvery single one of us\nWill be fine, you will see\n\n[Chorus]\nCome together!\nEveryone are feeling fine\nPeople smiling\nSun is shining on you\nFeel the light\nCome together!\nFeel the rhythm, dance with me\nTake my hand, integrity\nAfter rain comes the sun\n\n[Interlude]\nIf we...\nIf we...\nIf we...\n[Outro]\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nThis is gonna last forever\n\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna last forever\n\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nThis is gonna last forever\n\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna last forever\n\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nThis is gonna last forever\n\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna be much better\nIf we all come together\nLife is gonna last forever",0
6807,Death_In_Vegas___23_Lies,sad,"""23 Lies  High tales, and low tales, love has no part in\nStory upon story, would you marry me?\n\n23 lies you told, many more lives you hold\nThought I could believe, thought I could believe\n\nHow long can you play this? How long can you last?\nGaze up, you're so restless, on your way down fast\n\n23 lies you told, many more lives you hold\n23 lies you told, many more lives you hold\nThought I could believe",1
368,Adam_Lambert___Cant_Let_You_Go,sad,"""Can’t Let You Go  [Intro]\nOh\nYeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nGuess it was not meant to be\nBut it's not as bad as it seems\nIt only burns when I breathe, yeah\nYou saw the way that I fell\nBut I'm better off by myself\nThat's the tale I like to tell, yeah\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut it's not that easy for me to say goodbye\nAnd everything in me, wants you back in my life\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't let you go\nCan't let you go, oh\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt feels like the dawn of the dead\nLike bombs going off in my head\nNever a moment of rest, yeah\nNothing kills more than to know\nThat this is the end of the road\nAnd I know I gotta let go, oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut it's not that easy for me to say goodbye\nAnd everything in me, wants you back in my life\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't let you go\nCan't let you go, oh\nCan't let you go\nCan't let you go, oh\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nWish I could just find a way\nTo have all your memories erased\n'Cause constantly they're haunting me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut it's not that easy for me to say goodbye\nAnd everything in me, wants you back in my life\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't let you go\nCan't let you go, oh\nCan't let you go\nCan't let you go, oh\n\n[Outro]\nI can't let you go, oh\nI can't let you go, oh",1
9045,Filter___White_Like_That,sad,"""White Like That  [Verse 1]\nOne thing is for sure, I don't need it\nMakes my life a war, what a bore\nDon't you understand?\nIt wasn't even my plan\nI guess you just can't see\nWhat you do when you blame it all on me\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWhite like that, I'm white like that\nIt's all the same\nI'm white like that, white like that\nIt's all the same\n[Verse 2]\nSaid one thing and mean another, yeah\nWho are you gonna lose?\nOh, who are you gonna choose?\nWhat you think I'm gonna do?\nWhat you thinking?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'm white like that, white like that\nIt's all the same thing\nI'm white like that, white like that\nIt's all the same game\n\n[Bridge 1]\nOh, who's gonna lose?\nSo who's gonna lose?\nThey call me white trash\nThey call me white trash\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'm white like that, white like that\nIt's all the same\nI'm white like that, white like that\nIt's all the same game\n\n[Bridge 2]\nSo who's gonna lose?\nSo who's gonna lose?\nSo who's gonna lose?\nSo, so who's gonna lose?\nWho's gonna lose?",1
4374,Broder_Daniel___Burn_Heart_Burn,sad,"""Burn Heart Burn  You spend your days\nAt a dead end job\nWhere you just do\nWhat you are told\nAnd you come home\nTo an empty place\nFall asleep by the TV set\nAnd on the weekend\nYou get all drunk\nTry to escape\nTill Monday comes\nWhy is it so we die just as copies\nIf it's so we're born originals\n\nSo it goes, so it lingers\nWhile life is slipping\nThrough your fingers\nAnd you're counting the days\nAs it seems\nWithout goals\nAnd without dreams\n\nWhy is it so we die just as copies\nIf it's so we're born originals\nBurn heart burn\nYearn heart yearn\n\nIt's so sad, it's not a life\nIt's a storage of a man\nAnd I'm not asking\nFor an easy time\nBut I'm asking\nFor a meaningful life\n\nWhy is it so we die just as copies\nIf it's so we're born originals\nBurn heart burn\nLearn heart learn\nWhy is it so we're all replaceables\nIt's because we're all predictables",1
4635,CREMATORY___Tale,sad,"'Tale  Every bright possessor of a body floats\nDreaming away, awaiting redemption\nSeveral often where all bright folks were honest and true\nDay in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out\n\nMen and women in rugs, criminals and shady characters\nTheir faces ???\nTheir eyes shine in fear of the things to come\nTheir spirit gone forever\nWaiting for a new tale\nTheir destiny...\n??? comes from stretch of ??? from their mishaps\nNever ???\nSuperior being\nMan and animal must defy the laws of nature\n\nCarved in stone\nCarved in time\nThe time zone\n\nCarved in stone\nCarved in time\nThe time zone...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1467,Annie_Lennox___Through_The_Glass_Darkly,happy,"""Through the Glass Darkly  Ooooooooh\nI'm caught up in the middle\nBut I'll take it to the end\nIt's coming back together\nAnd it's breaking down again\nIf I could find a reason\nI'd say you were my friend\nIf I could find a reason\nI'd say it once again\nWhen I'm with you\nThe days are bittersweet\nI still can't remember\nWhat it feels to be complete\nYeaaaah\nI've tried pretending\nBut it drops off my feet\nI don't know what it's coming to\nBut I'm looking through the glass darkly\nYeaaaaaaah\nYeaaaaaaah\nOooooooo\nBright lights come and go\nPlaying blue songs on my radio\nShadows still appear\nIn the house tonight\nGhosts that come in from the past\nAll those ghosts that keep on coming back\nSliding through the walls and my windows\nOoh yeah\nWhen I'm with you\nThe nights are cold and long\nStill can't remember\nWhat it feels like to be strong\nI've tried to blend in\nBut it seems I don't belong\nI don't know what it's coming to\nBut I'm looking through the glass darkly\nYeaaaaaah\nYeaaaaaah\nYeaaaaaah\nCan I find you\nCan I find you\nI can't find you\nYeah\nYeah\nI can't find you\nCan I find you\nCan I find you\nI can't find you\nYeah\nYeah\nI can't find you\nI can't find you oooh",0
4442,Bruce_Springsteen___Hungry_Heart,happy,"""Hungry Heart  [Verse 1]\nGot a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack\nI went out for a ride and I never went back\nLike a river that don't know where it's flowing\nI took a wrong turn and I just kept going\n\n[Chorus]\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nLay down your money and you play your part\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\n[Verse 2]\nI met her in a Kingstown bar\nWe fell in love I knew it had to end\nWe took what we had and we ripped it apart\nNow here I am down in Kingstown again\n\n[Chorus]\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nLay down your money and you play your part\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\n\n[Verse 3]\nEverybody needs a place to rest\nEverybody wants to have a home\nDon't make no difference what nobody says\nAin't nobody like to be alone\n\n[Chorus]\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nEverybody's got a hungry heart\nLay down your money and you play your part\nEverybody's got a hungry heartSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like8",0
8396,Entombed___Drowned,anger,"""Drowned  As the claws of dark spellbind me\nAnd the light of the moon fills my eyes\nI feel the presence even stronger\nMy invocation closer to rise\n\nTerrors beyond the human mind\nAwaiting me for thousands of years\nLiving in decay\n\nBetween the gates and then into the maze\nWho was I to know\nThat I would be on my way to an early grave\nThey have taken my body\nAnd control of the mental where there is no memories\nThey darkened the thoughts of the mind\nI remember the times I wanted to travel beyond\nI am the reason why it has been its good and its bad\n\nThey left me now\nTo shiver and cry like a child\nThey left me in humiliation\nUnknowing, unknown where or when is to die\n\nBy the dark and mighty waters\nI'm standing here alone\nTo hear and suffer my sentence\nTo pay the price I owe\nI'm drowned\n\nTerrors beyond the human mind\nAwaiting me for thousands of years\nLiving in decay\n\nBurning their teeth into my skin and my flesh\nInto the maze of the ultimate judgment\nI wish for only death",3
4269,Bright_Eyes___Army_In_The_White_Coat,calm,"'Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back script  JAY AND SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK\n\nScreenplay by\n\nKevin Smith\n\n\n\nOVER BLACK WE SEE:\n\nCHYRON\nA long time ago, in front of a convenience store far, far\naway--\n\nEXT. QUICK STOP YEARS AGO--DAY\n\nWe FADE IN on the block of stores Quick Stop/RST, from\nsometime ago, In fact, RST isn\'t RST; it\'s THE RECORD RACK --\na 45\'s store with head shop paraphernalia in the window. A\nwhite-trash MOTHER maybe seventeen wearing a baseball cap\ncomes into frame carrying a chubby BABY. The Baby wears an\noversized t-shirt under what looks like a little bathrobe,\nand messily eats a CHOCOLATE BAR. There are food stamps in\nthe Mother\'s hands.\n\nMOTHER\nBobby-Boy stay here while mommy picks\nup the free cheese, \'kay?\n\nShe looks up at the bright sun, shielding her eyes slightly,\nthen looks back at the baby on the ground. She takes off her\nbaseball cap and places it on the baby.\n\nMOTHER\nThis\'ll keep the sun out of your\neyes. You be good now.\nShe walks away, leaving the baby sitting against the wall.\nWith the backwards baseball cap and the chocolate around his\nmouth forming something that resembles a beard, the kid looks\nkind of familiar.\n\nThen, another MOTHER also very young decked out in a KISS\nconcert shirt from years gone by and huge, feathered hair\nenters, with a black skullcap wearing BABY slung at her hip.\nShe sees the first Baby, sitting against the wall and sets\nher Baby down beside him.\n\nMOTHER\nDon\'t fucking move, you little shit-\nmachine. Mommy\'s gonna try to score.\n\nA PASSERBY enters, heading toward the convenience store. He\ntakes note of the Babies and the Mother heading into the\nrecord store, and then stops and addresses her, disgusted.\n\nPASSERBY\nExcuse me--who\'s watching these\nbabies?\n\nMOTHER\nThe fat one\'s watching the little\none.\nPASSERBY\nOh, nice parenting.\nwalking away\nLeave\'em out here like that and see\nwhat happens.\n\nThe Passerby walks away. The Mother flips him the bird.\n\nMOTHER\nFUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING SQUARE!\n\nPASSERBY\nwaving her off\nAh, keep on truckin\'.\n\nMOTHER\nto baby\nD\'jou hear the crazy fuck tellin\' me\nhow to fuckin\' raise you?\nMotherfucker, man! Who\'s he fucking\nthink he is? What\'s the worse fuckin\'\nthing could happen to you sitting\noutside the fuckin\' stores? Fuck!\n\nThe door closes, and the Babies sit there quietly for a beat.\nThen, they look at each other. The larger one says nothing.\nThe smaller one says--\n\nBABY\nFuck, fuck, fuck...\n\nDISSOLVE TO:\n\nTHE PRESENT\n\nJAY and SILENT BOB stand where the Babies sat. The Record\nRack is now RST VIDEO.\n\nJay is mid-chant.\n\nJAY\nas a chant\n--fuck, fuck, fuck, mother-mother\nfuck, mother-mother fuck-fuck! Mother-\nfuck-, mother-fuck, mother-fuck,\nnoinch, noinch, noinch, smoking weed,\nsmoking weed, doing coke, drinking\nbeers!  Drinking beers, beers, beers,\nrolling fatties, smoking blunts! Who\nsmokes the blunts? We smoke the\nblunts!\n\nA pair of TEENS approach them.\n\nTEEN 1\nLemme get a nickel bag.\n\nJAY\nFifteen bucks, little man. Put that\nshit in my hand. If the money does\nnot show, then you owe-me-owe-me-\nowe.\nchanging up to Morris\nDay\nMy Jungle Love! Yes, Oh-we-oh-we-oh!\nI think I want to know ya\', know ya\'--\n\nTEEN 1\ndigging in pockets\nWhat the hell are you singing?\n\nJAY\nYou don\'t know ""Jungle Love""? That\nshit is the mad notes. Written by\nGod Herself and handed down to the\nworld\'s greatest band--the\nmotherfucking Time.\n\nTEEN 2\nThe guys in that Prince movie?\n\nTEEN 1\nPurple Rain.\n\nTEEN 2\nMan, that shit was so gay--fucking\neighties style.\n\nJay suddenly grabs the kid by the throat, throwing him against\nthe wall.\n\nJAY\nBitch, don\'t you NEVER say an unkind\nword about The Time! Me and Silent\nBob modeled our whole fucking lives\nafter Morris Day and Jerome! I\'m a\nsmooth pimp who loves the pussy, and\nTubby here\'s my black manservant!\n\nJust then, RANDAL exits the video store, locking the door\nbehind him.\n\nRANDAL\nWhat\'d I tell you two about dealing\nin front of the store? Drop the kid\nand peddle your wares someplace else,\nburn-boy.\nwalking away\nAnd for the record, The Time sucked\nass.\n\nHe exits. Jay, Silent Bob, and the Teens watch him go. After\na beat--\n\nJAY\nYo-youse guys wanna hear something\nfucked up about him and the Quick\nStop guy?\n\nINT. QUICK STOP-DAY\n\nRandal joins Dante behind the counter. Dante rings up a\ncustomer, a half-eaten submarine sandwich sitting on the\ncounter. Randal grabs it, takes a bite, and starts reading a\nnewspaper.\n\nRANDAL\nHey, can\'t we do something about\nthose two stoners hanging around\noutside all the time?\n\nDANTE\nWhy? What\'d they do now?\n\nRANDAL\nI\'m trying to watch Clash of the\nTitans, and all I can hear is the\ntwo them screaming about Morris Day\nat the top of their lungs.\n\nDANTE\nI thought the fat one didn\'t really\ntalk much.\n\nRANDAL\nWhat, am I producing an A&E Biography\nabout \'em? I\'m just saying they\nshouldn\'t be loitering around the\nstores like they do.\n\nDANTE\nNeither should you, but we let you\nstay.\n\nRANDAL\nSee, man--if you were funnier than\nthat, ABC never would\'ve canceled\nus.\n\nDANTE\nWhat?\n\nRANDAL\nNothing.\n\nEnter Teen 1 and Teen 2, chuckling.\n\nTEEN 1\nTwo packs of Wraps.\nbeat\nYo--how was the service?\n\nRANDAL\nWhat service?\n\nTEEN 2\nThe one at the Unitarian church where\nyou two got married to each other\nlast week.\n\nRANDAL\nWhat the hell are you talking about?\n\nTEEN 1\nJay said you had a Star-Wars--themed\nwedding and you guys tied the knot\ndressed like storm troopers.\n\nTEEN 2\nYeah. And he said you\'re the bitch\nand you\'re the butch. Oh, sorry--the\nLeia and the Luke.\n\nDANTE\nI\'m the bitch?!\n\nRANDAL\nWell if we were gay, that\'s how I\'d\nsee it.\n\nDANTE\nWould you shut up?!\n\nTEEN 1\nto TEEN 2\nHoly shit, dude. The honeymoon\'s\nover.\n\nDANTE\nWe\'re not married to each other.\n\nTEEN 1\nWell, sure. Not in the eyes of the\nstate or any real church, Skywalker.\n\nRANDAL\nheading for the phone\nThat does it. I\'m gonna do something\nabout those two. I shoulda done a\nlong time ago\n\nTEEN 2\nIn a galaxy far, far away!\n\nTEEN 1\nexiting\nMay the Foreskin be with you. Hand\nJabba the Hutt.\n\nRANDAL\ninto phone\nYeah, I want to report a couple of\ndrug dealers out in front of the\nQuick Stop.\n\nEXT. QUICK STOP--DAY\n\nJay and Silent Bob are thrown against the wall outside by a\nCOP, who frisks them.\n\nJAY\nWhat the Fuck, Serpico? What\'d we\ndo?\n\nCOP\nWe got a report that two guys were\nhanging around outside the stores,\nselling pot?\n\nJAY\nWe don\'t smoke pot, yo.\n\nTeen 1 enters and hands Jay rolling papers.\n\nTEEN 1\nHere\'re the rolling papers you wanted\nfor your pot. And your change. Thanks.\ngetting in Jay\'s\nface\nAnd The Time sucks ass!\n\nTeen 1 races off. Jay and Bob move to follow, but the Cop\nstops them, grabbing the rolling papers out of Jay\'s hand.\nHe eyeballs the pair.\n\nCOP\nNo pot, hunh? What do you need this\nfor?\n\nJAY\nWhat?  I got a wiping problem. I\nstick these little pieces of paper\nover my brown-eye, and bam--no shit\nstains in my undies.\nunbuttoning pants\nYou don\'t believe me? Lemme show\nyou.\n\nJay drops his pants and leans against the wall, looking back\nover his shoulder.\n\nJAY\nJust spread my cheeks a little and\nyou can see the fucking stink nuggets--\n\nCOP\nPull up your pants up sir, Now!\n\nJay bends down to pull up his pants and FARTS. Silent Bob\ncracks up. The Cop grabs them both, leading them toward the\ncar.\n\nCOP\nLet\'s take a ride down to the station.\n\nJAY\nWhat? It\'s suddenly a crime to fart,\nmotherfucker?!\n\nEXT. BRODIE BRUCE\'S SECRET STASH COMIC BOOK STORE--DAY\n\nAn ESTABLISHING SHOT of Brodie\'s store in the heart of Red\nBank.\n\nBRODIE O.S.\nNo fucking way!\n\nWE GO TIGHT on the huge, cartoon sign of BRODIE outside to--\n\nINT. BRODIE BRUCE\'S SECRET STASH COMIC BOOK STORE--LATER\n\nBRODIE himself, holding a stack of comics in one hand and a\nDixie cup in the other, Jay and Silent Bob follow him as he\nputs new books in the racks.\n\nBRODIE\nDante and Randal slapped you with a\nrestraining order?!\n\nJAY\nJudge said if we go within a hundred\nfeet of the stores, we get thrown\ninto County.\n\nBRODIE\nSo you gonna abide by the court\'s\nruling or you gonna go Bandit--\nReynolds style?\n\nJAY\nFuck yeah! You know what they make\nyou do in county? Toss the fucking\nsalad! I don\'t like this fuck\'s\nasshole; I\'m gonna do it for some\nstranger?\n\nBRODIE\nI guess if you really wanted to hang\nout in from of a convenience store,\nyou could just buy your own now--\nwhat with all that money you guys\nmade.\n\nJAY\nHell yeah, bitch.\nbeat\nWait a second--what money?\n\nBRODIE\nThe money from the movie, dumb-ass.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are you babbling about?\n\nBRODIE\npulling a bagged-and-\nboarded issue down\nfrom the wall\nThe Bluntman and Chronic movie.\ndawns on him\nOh my God--don\'t tell me you have no\nidea there\'s a movie being made of\nthe comic you two were the basis\nfor.\n\nJAY\nWhat?! Since when?\n\nBRODIE\nGoddamit, man--\ntaps his wrist\nHere\'s the pulse, alright. And here\'s\nyour finger--\nshoves his hand down\nthe back of his pants\n--far from the pulse, jammed straight\nup your ass.\nextracts hand and\nextends it to Jay\nSay--would you like a chocolate\ncovered pretzel?\n\nBrodie leads them back to the counter.\n\nBRODIE\nYou see, kids, if you read Wizard,\nyou\'d know it\'s the top story this\nmonth.  Check it out.\n\nBrodie hands Jay and Silent Bob a copy of Wizard, opened to\nthe headline: Snootchie Bootchies! Bluntman and Chronic Get\nBig Screen Treatment!  There are pictures of HOLDEN MCNEIL\nAND BANKY EDWARDS, as well as drawings of Bluntman and\nChronic.\n\nJAY\nWhen the fuck did this happen?!\n\nBRODIE\nWell, after X-Men hit at the box\noffice, all the studios started buying\nup every comic property they could\nget their hands on. Miramax optioned\nBluntman and Chronic.\n\nJAY\nMiramax? I thought they only made\nclassy flicks like The Piano and The\nCrying Game?\n\nBRODIE\nYeah, well once they made She\'s All\nThat, everything went to hell. So\nyou\'re saying you haven\'t gotten a\ncut of the movie? Didn\'t Holden McNeil\nand Banky Edwards used to pay you\nlikeness rights for the comic book?\n\nJAY\nWe haven\'t seen a fucking dime for\nno movie!\n\nBRODIE\nWell boys, I\'m no lawyer, but I think\nHolden and Banky owe you some of the\nproverbial phat cash. I mean they\'re\nmaking a movie based on characters\nthat are based on you and Quiet\nRobert.\n\nJAY\nIt ain\'t me and Quiet Robert. It\'s a\npair of stupid-ass superheroes that\nrun around saying ""Snitchy-Nitchies""\nor something.\n\nBRODIE\nI believe it ""Snootchie Boochies.""\nRegardless--you\'re getting screwed.\nIf I was you guys, I\'d confront Holden\nMcNeil and ask him for my movie check.\n\nJAY\nShit yeah. We gotsa get paid.\n\nBRODIE\nAnd on that note, we cue the music.\n\nJay lays down a House bass beat. Brodie complements it with\nhis own beat.\n\nEXT. POTZER\'S INC--DAY\n\nJay and Silent Bob mosey past the front door of the building\nand knock.\n\nINT. POTZER\'S INC--DAY\n\nHolden McNeil, opens the door and smiles.\n\nHOLDEN\nWell! I have been waiting years to\ndo this.\nsmiles\nLook at these morose motherfuckers\nright here. Smells like someone shit\nin their cereal. Bunngg!\n\nJay and Silent Bob enter. Holden closes the door, following\nthem.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck took you so long\nanswering your damn door? You trying\nto talk another girlfriend of yours\ninto some of that gay-ass three-way\naction with your buddy?\n\nHOLDEN\nNo, I was just showering your mother\'s\nstink off me after I gave her a quick\njump and sent her home. But now that\nyou mention it--\nto Bob\nThanks, you know. You could\'ve made\nthe moral of that story you told me\na bit more clear.\n\nSilent Bob shrugs.\n\nHOLDEN\nSo what brings you two dirt merchants\nto my neck of the woods?\n\nJAY\nOh, I\'ll tell you what our necks are\ndoing in your woods--\n\nSilent Bob holds up the Wizard article.\n\nJAY\nWhere\'s our motherfucking movie check?\n\nHOLDEN\nYou heard about that too, Hunh? Well,\nI\'ve got nothing to do with it. That\'s\nBanky\'s deal. He owns the property\nnow. I signed my half of the Bluntman\nand Chronic right over to him years\nago.\n\nJAY\nWhy the fuck would you do a thing\nlike that?\n\nHOLDEN\nBecause I\'m almost thirty, for God\'s\nsake--why on earth would I want to\nkeep writing about characters whose\ncentral preoccupations are weed and\ndick and fart jokes? You gotta grow,\nman. Don\'t you ever want more for\nyourself?\noff Silent Bob\nI know this poor, hapless sonovabitch\ndoes. I look in his doe eyes and I\nsee a man crying out, ""When, Lord?\nWhen the fuck can your servant ditch\nthis foul-mouthed little chucklehead\nto whom I am a constant victim of\nhis folly, and who bombards me and\nthose around us with grade-A\nfoolishness that prevents me from\neven getting to kiss a girl? Fuck!\nWhen?!\n\nSilent Bob nod like he\'s finally understood. Jay looks at\nhim, hurt, and Bob tried to downplay the comment\'s truth.\n\nJAY\nI\'m the chucklehead? Fuck you--you\'re\nthe dumb-ass who gave away his comic,\nand now you ain\'t got no fat movie\ncheck neither.\n\nHOLDEN\nWhen you\'re right, you\'re right. I\nwish I\'d broken off a little piece\nfor myself. Because if the buzz is\nany indication, the movie\'s gonna\nmake some huge bank.\n\nJAY\nWhat buzz?\n\nHOLDEN\nThe Internet buzz.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck is the Internet?\n\nINT. OFFICE OF POTZER\'S INC--LATER\n\nHolden\'s at a computer terminal. Jay and Silent bob look\nover his shoulder.\n\nHOLDEN\nThe Internet is a communication device\nthat allows people the world over to\nbitch about movies and share\npornography with one another.\noff monitor\nHere\'s what we\'re looking for: ""Movie\nPoopShoot.com""\n\nJAY\nto Bob\n""PoopChute."" Yeaaahhh.\n\nHOLDEN\nThis is a site full of militant movie\nbuffs: sad bastards who live in their\nparents\' basements, downloading\nscripts and trading what they believe\nto be inside info about movies and\nactors they despise yet can\'t stop\ndiscussing. This is where you go if\nyou wanna hear frustrated would-be\nfilmmakers mouth off with their two-\nbit, arm-chair-director\'s opinions\non how they all could\'ve made a better\nEpisode One.\n\nOn the computer monitor, we see the site mainpage load up.\nHolden begins navigating the site.\n\nHOLDEN\nHere. This is about the Bluntman\nmovie.\nreading\n""Inside sources tell me Miramax is\nstarting production this Friday on\ntheir adaptation of underground comic\nfave Bluntman and Chronic.""\n\nJAY\nFriday?! Shit. Does it say who\'s\nplaying us in the movie?\n\nHOLDEN\nNo, but if it\'s Miramax, I\'m sure\nit\'ll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.\nThey put\'em in a bunch of movies.\n\nJAY\nWho?\n\nHOLDEN\nYou know--the guys from Good Will\nHunting.\n\nJAY\nYou mean the fucking movie with Mork\nfrom Ork in it?\n\nHOLDEN\nYeah, I\'m not too big a fan either.\nThough Affleck was the bomb in\nPhantoms.\n\nJAY\nWord, bitch. Phantoms like a\nmotherfucker.\n\nHolden and Jay slap hands. Holden points at the monitor again.\n\nHOLDEN\nNow down here is where you can gauge\nthe buzz. This is the Shoot Back\narea. It\'s where people who read the\nnews get to chime in with their two\ncents. Here\'s what a guy who goes by\nthe chick-magnet Net handle of ""Wampa-\nOne"" thinks about Bluntman and\nChronic.\nreading\n""Bluntman and Chronic and their stupid\nalter egos Jay and Silent Bob only\nwork in small doses, if at all. They\ndon\'t deserve their own movie.""\nto Jay\nHe\'s got a point.\n\nJAY\nFuck him. What\'s the next one say?\n\nHOLDEN\nreading\n""Bluntman and Chronic is the worst\ncomic I ever read. Jay and Silent\nBob are stupid characters. A couple\nof stoners who spout dumb-ass\ncatchphrases like a third-rate Cheech\nand Chong or Bill and Ted. Fuck Jay\nand Silent Bob. Fuck them up their\nstupid asses.""\n\nJAY\nWho the fuck said that shit?!\n\nHOLDEN\nA guy who calls himself ""Magnolia-\nFan.""  Check out what the guy after\nhim said: ""Jay and Silent Bob are\nterrible, one-note jokes that only\nstoners laugh at.  They\'re fucking\nclown shoes. If they were real, I\'d\nbeat the shit out of them for being\nso stupid. I can\'t believe Miramax\nwould have anything to so with this\nshit. I, for one, will be boycotting\nthis movie. Who\'s with me?""\nleans back\nAnd then there are about fifty more\nposts from people who agree to join\nSpartacus-here\'s boycott of the flick.\n\nJAY\ngrimly\nI\'m gonna kill all these fucks--\n\nHOLDEN\nAh, let it go. Number one, they\'re a\nbunch of jealous little dicks who\nuse the anonymity of the Net to insult\npeople who\'re doing what they wish\nthey were doing, and number two,\nthey\'re not really talking about you\nguys--they talking about Bluntman\nand Chronic.\n\nJAY\nBut they said Jay and Silent Bob!\nThey used our real names. It doesn\'t\nmatter that there\'s a comic book\nversion of us and a real version,\n\'cause nobody knows we\'re real in\nreal life.\n\nHOLDEN\nReally.\n\nJAY\nYeah! And all these people who read\nthat shit think the real Jay and\nSilent Bob are a couple of faggots\n\'cause of that all these dicks are\nwriting about the comic book Jay and\nSilent Bob! And maybe one night, me\nand Lunchbox\'ll be macking some bitch,\nand she\'ll be like ""Oooo! I want to\nsuck youse guys dicks off. What\'s\nyour names?""  And I\'ll be like, ""Jay\nand Silent Bob."" And she\'ll be like,\n""Oh--I read on the Internet that\nyouse guys were little fucking\njerkoffs.""  And then she goes and\nsucks two other guys\'s dicks off\ninstead! Well fuck that!  We gotta\nput a stop to these hateful sonsa-\nbitches before they ruin our good\nnames!\n\nHOLDEN\nFirst off, I don\'t know how good\nyour names really are. Secondly,\nthere\'s not much you can do about\nstopping this bile. The Internet\'s\ngiven everyone in America a voice,\nand everyone in American has chosen\nto use that voice to bitch about\nmovies. As long as there\'s a Bluntman\nand Chronic movie, the Net-nerds are\ngonna have something negative to say\nabout it.  Jay steams, thinking.\nThen, a light dawns on him.\n\nJAY\nBut wait a second--if there wasn\'t a\nBluntman and Chronic movie, then no\none would be saying shit about Jay\nand Silent Bob, right?\n\nHOLDEN\nThey\'re not saying anything about\nyou now--they\'re talking about\nfictional characters!\n\nJAY\noblivious to Holden;\nto Bob\nSo all we gotta do is stop \'em from\nmaking the movie!\n\nHOLDEN\nYeah, and kiss-off the hundreds of\nthousands of dollars in royalties\nyou\'re due in the process. Are you\nfucking retarded? Look, I\'m probably\nnot alone in the opinion that this\nflick is the worst idea since Greedo\nshooting first. I mean, a Jay and\nSilent Bob movie? Who would pay to\nsee that?\n\nHolden, Jay and Silent Bob pause and look at the camera for\na beat. Then--\n\nHOLDEN\nBut since it is happening, you might\nas well just ignore the idiots on\nthe Internet, go find Banky, and get\nyour ""motherfucking movie check."" As\nyou so succinctly put it. That\'s\nwhat\'s important here.\n\nJAY\nNo, Holden McNeil--what\'s important\nhere is that there\'s a bunch of\nmotherfuckers we don\'t even know\ncalling us assholes on the Internet\nto a bunch of teenagers and guys who\ncan\'t even get laid. Putting a stop\nto that is the most important thing\nwe could ever do.\noff monitor\nWhen did it say they\'re making that\nmovie?\n\nHOLDEN\nThey start this Friday.\n\nJAY\nSo if today\'s Tuesday, that gives us--\ncounts\nEight days.\n\nHOLDEN\nIt\'s more like three days.\n\nJAY\nRight. Three days to stop that stupid\nfucking movie from getting made!\nC\'mon, Silent Bob--\n\nJay and Bob stand and look at each other, filled with purpose.\n\nJAY\nWe\'re going to Hollywood.\n\nThey stride off. Holden shakes his head.\n\nHOLDEN\nNow that\'s what I call the Blunt\nleading the Blunt.\n\nEXT. BUS STATION--DAY\n\nJay and Silent Bob approach a bus that\'s labeled ""Los\nAngeles."" They nod at each other and then climb aboard. After\na beat, they re-emerge.\n\nJAY\nTickets? Since when did they start\ncharging for the bus?\n\nThey head toward the depot.\n\nJAY\nDidn\'t we used to ride that shit to\nschool every day for free?\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--DAY\n\nThe bus roars past a sign that read: Leaving New Jersey.\n\nINT. BUS--SAME\n\nJay makes his way up to the DRIVER.\n\nJAY\nWe in Hollywood yet?\n\nDRIVER\nIt\'s a three--day ride to Los Angeles,\nsir. We left twenty minutes ago.\n\nJAY\nI didn\'t ask you about Los Angeles.\nI asked you about Hollywood.\n\nDRIVER\nHollywood\'s in Los Angeles, sir.\n\nJAY\nDon\'t change the subject! Are we in\nHollywood yet or not?\n\nDRIVER\nPlease sit down, sir.\n\nJay glares at the Driver and heads back to his seat.\n\nJAY\nWhy don\'t you take your seat Ralph\nKramden--\n\nJay slumps into the seat beside Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nI\'m fucking bored, man. There ain\'t\nshit to so on this bus.\n\nSilent Bob mimes jerking off.\n\nJAY\nI already did that. Twice.\n\nSilent Bob shrugs, looking out the window, Jay looks across\nthe aisle and spots a CHILD IN A HELMET playing a handheld\nvideo game. He leans over to him.\n\nJAY\nYo, Gretzky--lemme get a turn.\n\nCHILD\nLeave me alone, little kid.\n\nThe Child gives him the finger. Jay goes wide-eyed, turning\nto Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nThat fuck called me a little kid and\ngave me the finger! Go kick his ass!\n\nSilent Bob offers an incredulous look, as if to say, ""He\'s\nten years old.""\n\nJAY\nYou\'re my muscle, ain\'tcha?\n\nSilent Bob kind of nods.\n\nJAY\nSo go open a can of whup-ass on that\nlittle fuck, and get me his game!\n\nSilent Bob sighs and stands. He climbs over Jay into the\naisle and stands in front of the child. He looks at him and\nregisters doubt. He looks back to Jay, who waves him on.\n\nSilent Bob steels himself, looks back to the kid and reaches\nfor his game. The Child emits a high-pitched scream and starts\npunching himself in the head. Silent Bob dives back into his\nseat, trying to look nonchalant. The Child stops crying. Jay\nlooks at Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nYou\'re one tough motherfucker, you\nknow that?\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--DAY\n\nThe bus pulls over by the side of the road.\n\nINT. BUS--DAY\n\nThe Bus Driver heads down the aisle toward the back of the\nbus, followed by pissed-off PASSENGERS.\n\nPASSENGER\nThey been in there going on half an\nhour now! Two of them! Doing God\nknows what!\n\nThe Bus Driver bangs on the bathroom door and shouts.\n\nDRIVER\nThis bus isn\'t moving another inch\nunless you clear out of there right\nnow!\n\nNo answer. The Bus Driver bangs on the door harder.\n\nDRIVER\nDO YOU HEAR ME?! OPEN THIS DOOR!\nNOW!!\n\nThe door handle turns, the door swings wide, and massive\namounts of smoke suddenly billow through the back of the\nbus. The smoke clears to reveal Jay and Silent Bob squeezed\ninto the bathroom, holding a massive joint.\n\nJAY\nUm--I think something\'s burning back\nhere.\n\nEXT. ROADSIDE--LATER\n\nAs the bus pulls away, Jay and Silent Bob are revealed, left\nbehind.\n\nJAY\nThe whole fucking world\'s against\nus, dude. I swear to God.\n\nSilent Bob nods. Jay sticks out his thumb and starts hitching.\n\nEXT. ROADSIDE--LATER\n\nJay and Bob are walking backwards, hitching still.\n\nJAY\nThis sucks balls, man. How come we\nain\'t getting no rides?\n\nVOICE\n\'Cause you\'re doing it all wrong.\n\nJay and Bob look behind them. There\'s a GUY hitching as well.\n\nGUY\nYou gotta induce the drivers a little.\n\nJAY\nLike how?\n\nGUY\nLike this.\n\nThe GUY holds out his sign to them. It reads: Will Give Head\nFor Ride.\n\nJAY\nYeah, but what happens when you get\nin the car, and you don\'t make with\nthe head? Don\'t they kick your ass\nto the curb?\n\nGUY\nSure--if you don\'t make with the\nhead.\n\nJay and Bob look at him for a long beat. Then--\n\nJAY\nEww! You eat the cock?!?\n\nGUY\nYeah. If it\'ll get me a few hundred\nmiles across country. I\'ll take a\nshot in the mouth.\n\nJAY\nYeah, but we ain\'t gay.\n\nGUY\nWell, neither am I. But have you\nseen the price of bus tickets lately?\nShit--I don\'t wanna cough up two\nhundred bucks just to get to Chicago.\n\nJAY\nWell, I don\'t wanna cough up some\ndude\'s sperm!\n\nGUY\nDon\'t be so suburban--this is the\nnew millennium. Gay, straight--it\'s\nall the same now. There\'re no more\nlines.\n\nJay draws a line on the ground with his foot.\n\nJAY\nThere\'s one. On this side of it, we\nain\'t gay.\n\nGUY\nAll hitchers do this. Why do you\nthink people pick us up? If you get\na ride, it\'s expected--I don\'t care\nwho the driver is. It\'s the first\nrule in the Book.\n\nJAY\nWhat book?\n\nGUY\nThe unwritten Book of the Road.\n\nA TRUCK starts to pull over to the side of the road. The Guy\npoints to it, as if to say ""See?"" The passenger-side door\nopens. The Guy climbs into the truck and closes the door. He\nlooks out the window at Jay and Bob.\n\nGUY\nFollow the rules of the Book, and\nyou\'ll get where you\'re going in no\ntime.  Excuse me.\n\nThrough the windshield, Jay and Silent Bob see the Guy go\nface-first into the TRUCK DRIVER\'S lap. The Truck Drivers\nsmiles, and the truck takes off, roaring down the road.\n\nJay and Silent Bob watch the truck disappear. Then, a CAR\npulls up. The NUN driving rolls down the passenger side window\nand leans toward them.\n\nNUN\nYou two boys need a ride?\n\nINT. CAR--LATER\n\nThe NUN drives, smiling. Jay and Silent Bob sit in the back\nseat, huddled close together, their eyes glued on the Nun.\n\nNUN\nYou both don\'t have to sit back there.\nOne of you can sit up here with me.\n\nSilent Bob shakes his head ""no"" to Jay. Jay shrugs and climbs\nup front.\n\nNUN\nSo where are you boys from?\n\nJAY\nNew Jersey.\n\nNUN\nWhat brings you to Indiana?\n\nJAY\nWe\'re going to Hollywood.\n\nNUN\nHollywood, hunh? That\'s a long ways\naway.\n\nJAY\nYeah--we\'re lucky you picked us up.\n\nNUN\nWell, do unto others. That\'s what\nthe Book says.\n\nJAY\nmisinterpreting\ncompletely\nWait a minute--you follow the Book,\ntoo?\n\nNUN\nI live my life by it.\n\nJAY\nReally? You?\n\nNUN\nOf course. You know how lonely it\ngets on the road? Thanks to the Book,\nI\'m never alone--if you know what I\nmean.\n\nJAY\nI guess. This guy back there explained\nit to us. But I didn\'t think you\'d\nbe into that.\n\nNUN\nAre you kidding? I\'ve dedicated my\nlife to it. Every hour of every day.\n\nJAY\nShit--you nuns are alright.\n\nNUN\nYou live by the Book, too?\n\nJAY\nYou picked us up, didn\'t you? I gotta.\n\nNUN\nThat\'s good to hear. But it takes\ndeed, not words. It\'s a lot easier\nto say you live by the Book than to\nactually do it.\nlooks at him\nCan you do it?\n\nJAY\nYou want me to do it right now?\n\nNUN\nNo time like the present, right?\n\nJay looks back at Silent Bob. Silent Bob shakes his head\n""no."" Jay shrugs them flips his hair over his shoulder, and\nstarts to bend down.\n\nJAY\nAlright.\nhe suddenly stops\nYou hear that? She\'s not a Catholic.\nShe\'s a Presbyterian.\n\nJay disappears below the dash, The Nun goes wide-eyed.\n\nEXT. ROADSIDE--DAY\n\nThe Nun\'s car screeched to the side of the road. Jay gets\nkicked our of the front seat by the screaming Nun. Silent\nBob rushes out too, and the car races off. Jay\'s wipes his\nmouth. He pulls a long curly hair from between his teeth.\n\nJAY\nDude--she had seventies bush.\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--NIGHT\n\nJay and Bob continue hitching.\n\nJAY\nI can\'t believe this shit. Five hours\nand not a single ride. Every day,\nmillions of people hitch to Hollywood\nand stop studios from making movies\nabout \'em. But when you and me try\nit, it\'s like we\'re trapped in a\nfucking cartoon!\n\nA familiar-looking VAN pulls up in the other side of the\nraid, The horn beeps.  Jay and Bob look at each other, shrug,\nand race across the street, get in. The van pulls off.\n\nINT. VAN--NIGHT\n\nJay and Bob sit in the back of the can and stare at--\n\nA clean-cut GUY, a Bookish woman in glasses, a red headed\nBeauty, a stoner DUDE, and a GREAT DANE.\n\nJay looks at Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nZoinks, yo\n\nGUY\nAnd now we can finally solve the\nmystery of the Hitchhiking Ghouls!\nPull off their masks and let\'s see\nwho they really are!\n\nBOOKISH\nI don\'t think they are masks.\n\nBEAUTY\nI don\'t think they\'re Hitchhiking\nGirls either.\n\nBOOKISH\nGhouls, you fucking moron. Not Girls.\nto herself\nThough I wish they were hitchhiking\ngirls. Sexy, skimpily clad hitchhiking\ngirls--\n\nGUY\nLet\'s kick them out. We\'ve got a\nmystery to solve.\n\nDUDE\nThe only mystery here is why we take\nour cues from a dick in a neckerchief!\n\nGUY\nKeep it up, Beatnik! I\'ll feed you\nto the fucking dog!\n\nBEAUTY\ncovering her ears;\nshrieking\nI CAN\'T TAKE ALL THIS FIGHTING!\n\nJAY\nYO!\n\nThe Gang look to Jay and Bob.\n\nJAY\nYouse guys need to turn those frowns\nupside down! And we got just the\nthing for that.\npulls out a bag of\njoints\nWe call them Doobie Snax.\n\nINT. VAN--WEED VISION\n\nAs Jay and Bob toke up, we go all SLO-MO and 70\'s freaky\nwith the image seeming to SWIM. Through their stoned haze,\nwe see old-school witches, skeletons, and ghouls swirling\nabout their heads--the latter of which gets his mask taken\noff to reveal a man inside a costume.\n\nJay and Bob look at the gang, then take a hit off their joint\nand look back.  Suddenly, the gang\'s engaged in total\ndebauchery: the Dude rides the windshield while the Guy\ncackles insanely, blindfolded by his neckerchief. Bookish\nand Beauty are in their underwear, making out with each other.\nThe Great Dane looks at Jay and Bob and says--\n\nGREAT DANE\nRi, Ray rand Rirent Rob\n\nThe Great Dane rolls over, revealing its RED THING sticking\nway out of its sheath. It\'s monstrous. Jay and Bob go wide-\neyed.\n\nJAY\nLook at his fuckin\' lipstick!!! He\'s\ngot a stoner-boner!!!\n\nJay and Bob smile and pass out.\n\nWe cut back to the gang, who now appear as they did prior to\nWeed-Vision. They stare at the O.C. Jay and Bob.\n\nBEAUTY\nI think they passed out.\n\nGUY\nGreat. What do we do with them now?\n\nDUDE\nLet\'s cut out their kidneys to sell\non the black market and leave them\nin a seedy motel bathtub full of\nice.\n\nBOOKISH\nOh God, not again?\n\nINT. SEEDY MOTEL BATHROOM--NIGHT\n\nJay lies in a bathtub full of ice, screaming. There\'s a scar\non his back.\n\nEXT. KANSAS CITY PARK--DAY\n\nJay wakes up suddenly, screaming. He startles Bob awake as\nwell, as he clutched at this back lifting his shirt to see\nthe scar. It\'s not there.\n\nJAY\nHoly shit, I had a horrible dream.\nlooks around\nYo, I\'m hungry. Where can we get\nsome breakfast?\n\nBob looks around, and then locks on something O.C. He points,\nand Jay looks, smiles widely, and nods.\n\nEXT. MOOBY\'S FAST FOOD JOINT--DAY\n\nAn ESTABLISHING SHOT of the fast food eatery, as Jay and Bob\nenter.\n\nINT. MOOBY\'S FAST FOOD JOINT--SAME\n\nAs the pair head for the counter, Jay notices a public\nINTERNET TERMINAL. He tugs at Silent Bob\'s arm.\n\nJAY\nYo--check that shit out: the Internet.\nLet\'s see if those fucks said\nsomething new about us and that stupid\nflick.\n\nBob shrugs, heading for the terminal. He inserts a dollar\nand types, following it up with a mouse click. The pair look\nat the screen and go wide-eyed.\n\nJAY\n""Any movie based on Jay and Silent\nBob is gonna lick balls, because\nthey both, in fact, lick balls. Namely\neach other\'s.""\n\nJay and Silent Bob look at each other, wide-eyed.\n\nJAY\nEww.\nreading further\n""Yes--they are real people. Real\nstupid people. Signed, Darth Randal.""\nto Bob\nMotherfucker! It\'s time we wrote\nsomething back! Type this shit down.\n\nSilent Bob starts typing as Jay dictates.\n\nJAY\nAll you motherfuckers are gonna pay.\nYou are the ones who are the ball-\nlickers.  We\'re gonna fuck your\nmothers whole you watch and cry like\nlittle bitches. Once we get to\nHollywood and find those Miramax\nfucks who are making the movie, we\'re\ngonna make \'em eat our shit, then\nshit our shit, then eat their shit\nwhich is made of our shit that we\nmade \'em eat. Then all you\nmotherfuckers are next.  Love, Jay\nand Silent Bob.\n\nSilent Bob finishes typing and presses ""Return"". He and Jay\nnod at each other, then head over to the counter line, looking\nup at the menu board.\n\nJAY\nThat\'ll fucking show \'em. Now we eat\nour Egga-Mooby-Muffins, then get\nback on the road, get to Hollywood,\nand stop that fucking movie from\ngetting made. No more hairy-bush\nnuns, no more dogs. We keep our eye\non the prize, and not let nothing--\nand I mean NOTHING--distract me.\n\nAs Jay finishes speaking, he looks to the O.C. doors and\nfreezes.  A gorgeous GIRL walks through the front doors, all\nin SLO-MO to the tune of Prince\'s The Most Beautiful Girl in\nthe World. She\'s bathed in light, glowing.\n\nShe bats her eyelashes, gliding toward us.\n\nJay is mouth-agape wide eyed. Silent Bob looks at him, then\nat the O.C.Girl. He slowly waves his hand in front of Jay\'s\neyes, getting zero response.\n\nJAY\'S POV\n\nThe Girl smiles at us. His POV goes from her face, down to\nher breasts, then down to her crotch.\n\nJay moves past Silent Bob and meets the Girl in the middle\nof the floor. He embraces her and lands a long, sweet kiss\non her mouth. After a beat, he starts fumbling like a teenager\nto get to second base under her shirt, totally incongruous\nwith the music. The Girl kindly tries to deter him.\n\nBut it\'s just a fantasy. Jay\'s still standing there next to\nSilent Bob, but he is sporting a huge BONER. Silent Bob rolls\nhis eyes. He grabs a soda cup off the counter and sticks it\nover Jay\'s boner, just as the Girl joins them in line. She\nsmiles at the zombified Jay.\n\nGIRL\noff cup\nOh my God. Do you get free refills\nwith that?\n\nJAY\nOh, what--this? I just wear this for\nprotection. You know--so no guys try\nto grab my shit.\n\nGIRL\nHi. I\'m Justice.\n\nJAY\ndreamily\nAnd I am so fucking yours--\n\nSilent Bob pokes Jay, who shakes of his daze.\n\nJAY\nI mean hi. I\'m Jay. And this is my\nhereto life-mate, Silent Bob.\n\nJUSTICE\nIt\'s nice to meet you.\n\nJAY\nJustice, hunh? That\'s a nice name.\nunder his breath, to\nBob\nJay\'n\'Justice, sitting in a tree. F-\nU-C-K-I-N-G--\nback to Justice\nSo you come here often?\n\nJUSTICE\nOh, I\'m not from around here. My\nfriends and I are taking a road trip,\nand we just stopped to grab something\nto eat.\n\nJAY\nYour friends, hunh? Where they at?\n\nJUSTICE\npointing\nOut there. By that van.\n\nJay and Bob look past Justice to see a VAN with three other\ngorgeous GIRLS stretching outside of it, throwing their hair\naround, looking incredibly sexy.\n\nWithout looking at Silent Bob, Jay quietly says to him--\n\nJAY\nDude--I think I just filled the cup.\n\nINT. VAN--DAY\n\nJay and Bob climb into the can, getting odd looks from the\nother Girls, Justice follows them in, tossing the fast food\nto her friends.\n\nJAY\nLadies, ladies, ladies! Jay and Silent\nBob are in the Hizz-ouse!!!\n\nSISSY\nWho the fuck are these guys?\n\nJUSTICE\nThis is Jay and Silent Bob.\nto Jay and Bob\nGuys, this is Sissy, Missy, and\nChrissy.\n\nCHRISSY\nWhere the fuck did they come from?\n\nJUSTICE\nI met \'em inside. They\'re gonna hitch\na ride.\n\nSISSY\nI don\'t know if that\'s such a great\nidea. Jussy.\n\nJAY\nSure it is, Juggs.\n\nMISSY\nOh my god--he just called Sissy\n""Juggs""!\n\nCHRISSY\nI\'m on it.\n\nChrissy lunges toward Jay, pulling a knife.\n\nJUSTICE\nChrissy, no!\n\nSissy stops Chrissy, shoving a burger into her hands.\n\nSISSY\nWe\'re in the middle of suburbia,\nChrissy. Let\'s try to act like it.\n\nCHRISSY\n\n}\n\n\n.\n\n\n\nAnd what-stupid ass little foul-\nmouthed bitch-boys don\'t get their\nballs cut off in suburbia?\n\nJAY\noblivious\nWhat\'s with the knife? We having\ncake or something?\n\nCHRISSY\nHoly shit--he\'s retarded, to boot.\n\nJAY\nto Silent Bob\nYo--she called you retarded.\n\nSISSY\nto Justice\nWhat\'s wrong with you, Justice? You\ndo remember where we\'re going, don\'t\nyou?\n\nMISSY\nThat we do have a job to do?\n\nJUSTICE\nThey\'re just gonna tag along for a\nfew miles. They won\'t get in the\nway, I promise.\ncutesy\nPlease?\n\nSISSY\nFine--they can ride with us. But\nthey\'re so out of here before we get\nto Boulder.\n\nJUSTICE\nHonest Injun.\n\nCHRISSY\n""Honest Injun""?\nto Sissy\nI can\'t believe what a pushover you\nare.\n\nJAY\nAnd I can\'t believe fine-ass bitches\nlike yourselves eat that shit. Don\'t\nyou know fast food makes girls fart?\n\nSuddenly, Jay and Bob are parted by BRENT, who\'s getting\ninto the van.\n\nBRENT\nSay--what\'s all this talk about\nfarting?\n\nSissy, Missy, and Chrissy immediately go from disgusted to\nsweet and airy, totally switching characters.\n\nSISSY/CHRISSY/MISSY\nHi Brent!\n\nSISSY\nThis is Brent. He\'s with us, too.\n\nCHRISSY\nBrent, tell these sillies that girls\ndon\'t fart.\n\nBRENT\nOf course they don\'t! Only skeevy\nstoners fart.\n\nThe very white Brent puts his hand out to be slapped by Jay\nand Silent Bob.\n\nBRENT\nWhat up, homies?\noff the Girls\nWow, Three guys, four girls--\nto Jay and Bob\nWhat\'s the count boys?\n\nJay and Bob look at each other and roll their eyes.\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--DAY\n\nThe van drives down the road. We hear singing from inside.\n\nINT. VAN--DAY\n\nBrent strums a guitar and sings, as the Girls and Jay and\nBob listen, rolling eyes.\n\nBRENT\nHey there mister science-guy. Don\'t\nspray that aerosol in my eye. For I\ndon\'t really want to die. I\'m a noble\nrabbit!\n\nJAY\nWhat\'re you guys, like a cover band\nor something?\n\nSISSY\nWe\'re the Kansas State chapter of\nS.A.A.C.--Students Against Animal\nCruelty.\n\nCHRISSY\nAnd we\'re on our way to Colorado to\ngive Provasik a piece of our minds!\n\nEveryone lets out a whoop, except Jay and Bob.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are you bitches babbling\nabout?\n\nBRENT\nHey! Watch the language little boy.\nThere are females present.\n\nJay and Silent Bob eyeball Brent, until Justice distracts\nthem.\n\nJUSTICE\nProvasik Pharmaceuticals is a medical\nlab where they perform gross\nexperiments on animals.\n\nJAY\nSo, what kind of animals are we\ntalking about here--like bears and\nrhinos?\n\nBRENT\nNo--more like rabbits, dogs, cats...\nheck, even monkeys, If we don\'t speak\nfor them, who will?\ntouches Justice\'s\narm\nRight, Jussy?\n\nJay sees this and his eyes flare over the competition.  After\na beat, he relaxes.\n\nJAY\nHey, uh--Brent? Can I talk to you\nover here for a second?\n\nBrent joins Jay, strumming his guitar. Jay addresses him\nconfidentially.\n\nJAY\nBe honest, yo--you\'re down with this\nfor the fine-ass pussy, right?\n\nBRENT\nI\'m down with this because I love\nanimals, stupid.\n\nJAY\nEven sheep?\n\nBRENT\nOf course. Sheep are beautiful\ncreatures.\n\nJAY\nThey are beautiful, aren\'t they?\n\nBRENT\nOh God, yes.\n\nJAY\nSo then you\'d fuck a sheep?\n\nBRENT\nWhat is your damage little boy? You\'ve\ngot a sick and twisted world\nperspective.\n\nJAY\nNo, you misunderstand me, Prince\nValiant. I mean if you were another\nsheep.  Would you fuck a sheep if\nyou were another sheep?\n\nBRENT\nI--suppose so.\n\nJAY\nThat\'s what I thought.\nsuddenly loudly, to\nall\nYO! THIS MOTHERFUCKER AIN\'T ONE OF\nUS! HE JUST SAID HE\'D FUCK A SHEEP!\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--DAY\n\nThe side door of the van slides open and Brent gets hurled\nout of the moving vehicle. Jay throws his guitar at him as\nwell, yelling and flipping the bird as the van drives off.\n\nJAY\nYA DIRTY SHEEP FUCKER!!!\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--LATER\n\nThe van drives down the road.\n\nINT. VAN--SAME\n\nMissy drives. Sissy sits in the passenger seat. Chrissy kneels\nbetween them.\n\nCHRISSY\nWhat the fuck are we gonna do now?\n\nSISSY\nShut up, I\'m thinking.\n\nIn the back, Justice studies some blueprints. Jay joins her,\nand she quickly folds them up.\n\nJAY\nIs Hollywood near where we\'re going?\n\nJUSTICE\nIs that where you guys are from?\n\nJAY\nCh\'yeah, right. Jersey represent!\n\nJUSTICE\nOh, a Jersey Boy. What brings you\nall the way out here?\n\nJAY\nWell, we couldn\'t hang in front of\nthe Quick Stop no more, \'cause of\nthe strainen-en order, which sucks\nass \'cause it\'s been like our home\nsince we were kids. Silent Bob even\nbusted his cherry there.\n\nJUSTICE\nto Bob\nYou did? I\'ll bet she was a lucky\ngirl.\n\nBob blushes, Jay doesn\'t like that Justice\'s attention has\nstrayed.\n\nJAY\nLook, fuck that fat fuck--I\'m trying\nto tell a story here.\n\nJUSTICE\nSorry.\n\nJAY\nAnyway, we were talking to Brodie\nand he said there\'s gonna be a\nBluntman and Chronic movie. So we\nwent to see Holden McNeil, and he\nshowed us the Internet, and that\'s\nwhere we found all these fucking\nlittle jerkoffs were saying shit\nabout us. So we decided to go to\nHollywood and stop the movie from\ngetting made.  And now we\'re here.\n\nJUSTICE\nWow. I have no idea what you just\nsaid.\n\nJAY\nYeah, I get that a lot. So you like\nanimals, huh?\n\nJUSTICE\nSure.\n\nJAY\nThat\'s cool. Even snakes?\n\nJUSTICE\nYou can\'t exclude an animal just\nbecause it\'s not cuddly. Of course I\nlike snakes.\n\nJAY\nHow about trouser snakes?\n\nJUSTICE\nWhat\'s a trouser snake?\n\nJust then, a little JAY DEVIL appears on Jay\'s left shoulder.\n\nJAY DEVIL\nto Jay\nWhat the fuck are you waiting for?\nShe went for the setup! Reach in\nyour fucking pants, and pull yer\ncock out, bitch! That\'s the kinda\nshit girls like!\n\nSuddenly another little JAY DEVIL appears in Jay\'s right\nshoulder.\n\nJAY DEVIL 2\nRight about here\'s where the angel\'s\nsupposed to show up and tell you not\nto pull your dick out. But we bitch-\nslapped that little fuck and sent\nhim packing, so it\'s smooth sailing.\nLet \'er rip, boy!\n\nThey disappear in little puffs of smoke and Jay shoves his\nhand down his pants, getting ready to whip out his dick,\nwhen suddenly a little JAY ANGEL appears on his shoulder,\nrubbing a swollen jaw.\n\nJAY ANGEL\nSorry I\'m late. So what\'s the deal\nhere?\nlooks down\nOh, shit--you\'re not thinking of\nwhipping your dick out at this fine\npiece of woman, are you?\n\nJay thinks, then nods ""Yes."" The Jay Angel rolls his eyes,\nand slaps him.\n\nJAY ANGEL\nTell you what: look at Silent Bob.\nSee if he thinks it\'s a good idea to\nwhip your dick out.\n\nJay looks to Silent Bob. Silent Bob looks from Jay\'s hand in\nhis pants to Jay and shakes his head ""no,"" sternly. Jay\nwithdraws his hand from his pants. The Jay Angel nods,\nsatisfied.\n\nJAY ANGEL\nThat\'s it, boy--put the dick down.\nYou gotta go from the heart, yo. No\nlittle perv bullshit will do for\nthis one. Be smooth. Be Don Juan de\nla Nootch. Now I gotta go beat the\nshit out of two suckerpunching little\nbitches. Remember--don\'t pull your\ndick out until she asks you to.\nbeat\nOr until she sleeping. Bunnnnggg!\nThe Jay Angel blinks away. Justice\nlooks at Jay, a bit confused.\n\nJAY\nDon\'t ask.\nbeat\nSo, uh--what can a pimp-daddy like\nme do to help the animals?\n\nJUSTICE\nYou really don\'t want to help us--\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are you talking about?\nSure I do. I\'d do anything for you.\n\nJustice smiles. Jay tries to recover.\n\nJAY\nI mean, youse guys! I\'d do anything\nfor youse guys. For the lift and\nshit.\n\nJUSTICE\nYou sure?\n\nJAY\nSure, I\'m sure. I said it, didn\'t I.\nFuck\n\nJUSTICE\nWell--okay. Let me talk it over with\nthe other girls and get back to you.\n\nJAY\nYou do that.\n\nJay takes Justice\'s hand and kisses it.\n\nJAY\nI\'ll be right here.\n\nHe winks at her, smiles and moves to the other side of the\ncan, near Silent Bob.  He\'s still smiling at Justice and\nwinking when he looks to Silent Bob who stares at him blankly,\nthen imitates Jay\'s hand-kissing back at him, Jay scowls.\n\nJAY\nFuck you. Fatty.\n\nEXT. CONVENIENCE STORY--DAY\n\nThe van pulls up and all pile out, stretching. The Girls\nhead toward the store.  Justice calls over to Jay and Silent\nBob.\n\nJUSTICE\nYou guys want anything from inside?\n\nJAY\nNo, we\'re cool, thanks hon.\n\nJustice smiles and heads inside. Jay and Silent Bob study\nthe front of the foreign convenience store. They look for a\nplace to lean, try a few spots out, then settle into one.\nAfter a beat--\n\nJAY\nIt just ain\'t the same, is it? This\nplace licks balls compared to Quick\nStop.\n\nSilent Bob shakes his head ""Yeah.""\n\nJAY\nAnd speaking of licking balls--how\n\'bout that Justice chick? She is too\nfine.  And she smells so fucking\npretty. She\'s got a nice voice, too.\nAnd that body?  Smoking. You know,\nshe never once said ""fuck off,"" when\nI was talking to her, or pulled out\nthe pepper spray, or nothing. I tell\nya, Lunchbox--she could be the one.\n\nINT. CONVENIENCE STORE--DAY\n\nJustice is at the microwave when she\'s suddenly surrounded\nby the other girls.\n\nMISSY\nSmooth move, Justice.\n\nCHRISSY\nslapping Justice\nupside the head\nNice going, Four Eyes!\n\nJUSTICE\nOw!\n\nSISSY\nWhy the fuck did you let that little\nstoner throw Brent our of the van?!\n\nJUSTICE\nOh please--if I had to listen to one\nmore of those stupid songs, I was\ngoing to throw him out myself.\n\nSISSY\nWe needed Brent, Justice! He was our\npatsy!\n\nJUSTICE\nWe\'ll find someone else. Besides, I\ndidn\'t see you trying to stop Jay\nfrom throwing him out.\n\nSISSY\nBecause I didn\'t want to blow our\ncover!\n\nJUSTICE\nCover, shmover--you all hated his\nsongs, too.\n\nCHRISSY\nNot as much as I hate you.\n\nJustice offers Chrissy a cold glance,\n\nCHRISSY\nFuck, if I don\'t get to kill someone\nsoon, I\'m gonna--fucking kill someone!\n\nSISSY\nrubbing Chrissy\'s\nshoulders\nDon\'t mind Chrissy. She\'s just a\nlittle too wound for sound.\n\nCHRISSY\nThen how about you help me take the\nedge off?\n\nChrissy grabs Missy forcefully and the pair make out, hot\nand heavy in the middle of the convenience store. Other\ncustomers regard them wide-eyed.\n\nJUSTICE\nto Customers\nThey\'re really good friends.\n\nSISSY\nTO CHRISSY AND MISSY\nWould you two knock it off? We\'re in\nthe fucking heartland here! Try to\nblend!\n\nJUSTICE\nThey already do--she\'s the milkmaid,\nand she\'s the cow.\n\nCHRISSY\nOh, I\'m a cow, am I?  I\'m a mad cow,\nbitch. And now I\'m gonna rip your\nhead off and fuck your spine stump.\n\nSISSY\nEnough!\ncalm to Justice\nWe have a very simple gang here,\nJustice. I\'m the brains, Chrissy\'s\nthe brawn, and Missy\'s the tech-girl.\nBut lately, I\'m having a hard time\nfiguring out what you\'re doing here.\n\nJUSTICE\nThat makes two of us.\n\nCHRISSY\nShit--your name doesn\'t even fit the\nrhyme scheme.\n\nJUSTICE\nThat\'s because very few names rhyme\nwith ""douchebag.""\n\nCHRISSY\ngetting in her face\nYou\'re dancing on my last nerve,\nStrawberry Shortcake.\nto Sissy\nYou deal with the weak link. I\'m\ngonna take Missy into the dirty\nconvenience store bathroom and hate-\nfuck the shit out of her.\n\nChrissy drags Missy off. Justice and Sissy watch them go.\n\nJUSTICE\nAnd you said letting them read all\nthat Anais Nin wouldn\'t amount to\nanything.\n\nSISSY\nDon\'t change the subject. You know\nwhat you have to do now, right? Since\nyou let our patsy slip away, you\'ve\ngotta convince the little kid and\nthat fat guy to take his place.\nThey\'ve gotta break into Provasik\nnow.\n\nJUSTICE\nUh-uh!\n\nSISSY\nUh-huh. You\'ll do it; or you\'re out\nof this gang. Just use the little\none\'s crush to convince him, since\nhe\'s so fucking in love with you.\n\nJUSTICE\nJay? No he\'s not.\n\nSISSY\nWhat--am I blind? He wasn\'t kissing\nyour hand back in the van like he\nwas fucking Lord Byron?\n\nJUSTICE\nWell, maybe he was just raised with\nmanners.\n\nEXT. CONVENIENCE STORE--DAY\n\nA GIRL walks past Jay and Bob, heading out of the store.\n\nJAY\nto exited Girl\nYO, BABY! YOU EVER HAVE YOUR ASSHOLE\nLICKED BY A FAT MAN IN AN OVERCOAT?!\nto Bob\nYeah.\n\nINT. CONVENIENCE STORE--DAY\n\nSissy continues to confront Justice.\n\nSISSY\nYou\'re the one that brought the kid\nin, Jussy. So you\'ve gotta make\namends.\n\nJUSTICE\nJay is not taking Brent\'s place as\nthe patsy.\n\nSISSY\nThat kid and his quite friend are\nour only options at this point. Now\nwe got about two hours before we get\nto Boulder. That gives you plenty of\nof time to work on him.\n\nJUSTICE\nI\'m not gonna do it.\n\nSISSY\nWhy the fuck not?\n\nJUSTICE\nBecause he\'s just to so innocent!\n\nJustice looks out the window and smiles, seeing Jay dancing\nalongside Bob.\n\nJUSTICE\nLook at him--\n\nEXT. CONVENIENCE STORE--SAME\n\nJay\'s dancing still, but now we hear what he\'s SINGING to\nSilent Bob.\n\nJAY\nI\'m gonna finger-fuck her tight little\nasshole! Finger-bang and tea-bang my\nballs--in her mouth! Where? Where?\nIn her mouth--balls-a-plenty in her\nmouth!  Balls, balls, sweaty balls--\n\nINT. CONVENIENCE STORE--SAME\n\nSissy eyeballs Justice, who\'s still looking out at Jay.\n\nSISSY\nWho\'s it going to be, Jussy--him or\nus?\n\nJustice looks at Sissy. Sissy nods at her. Justice looks\nback out at Jay.\n\nINT. VAN--DAY\n\nJustice talks to Jay and Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nSteal a monkey? Shit--no problem.\n\nJUSTICE\nIt\'s not really stealing--it\'s\nliberating it, and--\nfinally hears him\nWait a second--did you say, ""No\nproblem""?\n\nJAY\nYeah, Fuck--we steal monkeys all the\ntime.\nto Bob\nRight, Lunchbox?\n\nSilent Bob glares at Jay.\n\nJUSTICE\nIt\'s not like it\'s a bad thing. It\'s\nfor a good cause.\n\nJAY\nOh, it for the best cause, mon cheri--\ntakes her hand\nThe cause of love.\nkisses her hand,\nthen releases\nSnoogans--\n\nJUSTICE\nWhat the heck is that?\n\nJAY\nWhat\'s what?\n\nJUSTICE\n""Snoogans,"" I believe it was.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck do you think it means?\nIt means ""I\'m kidding.""\n\nJUSTICE\nOhhh. Well, that\'s too bad.\n\nShe smiles at Jay, touches his chin and heads to the front\nof the van. Jay plays it cool until she\'s out of sight, then\nhumps silent Bob\'s leg like a dog.\n\nJAY\nsinging\nI can\'t believe I\'m gonna get some\npussy for stealing a monkey!\nspeaking\nIf I\'d known it was that easy, I\'d\'ve\nbeen stealing monkeys since I was\nlike seven and shit.\n\nJay looks at Silent Bob, who clearly disapproves.\n\nJAY\nDon\'t, motherfucker. Don\'t you ruin\nthis for me. Me and Justice are gonna\nget married one day, so don\'t be\ngiving me that ""we-ain\'t-stealing-no-\nmonkey"" look.  I\'m Morris Day; you\'re\nJerome, bitch. Don\'t forget that.\nThat girl? That girl\'s in love with\nme.\n\nUp front, Justice talks to Sissy, while Missy drives.\n\nJUSTICE\nThey\'re gonna do it.\n\nSISSY\nGood. They do their part--\npats a video camera\nAnd we\'ll do ours.\n\nJustice eyes Sissy, then slumps in her seat.\n\nEXT. PROVASIK MEDICAL LABS--NIGHT\n\nThe Van rolls up across the street from the Provasik Labs,\nparking in front of another large building.\n\nINT. VAN--SAME\n\nJay and Silent bob get out, along with Justice. They wear\nNinja masks. Missy and Chrissy follow.\n\nJUSTICE\nRemember--we meet back here when\nyou\'re done. You sure you\'re okay\nwith this?\n\nJAY\nAs sure as I am that you\'re the\nhottest bitch I ever seen.\n\nChrissy lunges at Jay, Missy holds her back, dragging Chrissy\naway.\n\nJAY\nWhat\'s twisting that bitch\'s tits?\n\nJUSTICE\nMaybe it\'s because women don\'t like\nto be called ""bitches,"" Jay.\n\nJAY\nThey don\'t? Well how \'bout ""piece of\nass""?\n\nJUSTICE\nHow about not.\n\nJAY\nWell, what the fuck am I supposed to\ncall you, then?\n\nJUSTICE\nSomething sweet, you big goof.\nSomething nice.\n\nJAY\nthinks; then\nBoo-boo kitty fuck.\n\nJUSTICE\nlaughing\nOkay.  That\'s a start.\n\nSissy jumps out of the van, holding the video camera, aiming\nit at Jay and Bob.\n\nSISSY\nJay, before you go, could you say\nsomething into the camera about the\nclitoris.\n\nJAY\nWhat?\n\nJUSTICE\nto Sissy\nMan you are such a bitch--\n\nSISSY\noff Justice; to Jay\nShe\'s just a little embarrassed.\nSee, Jussy and I are putting together\nthis documentary for our Human\nSexuality class, and we need a male\nperspective on the clitoris.\n\nJAY\nThe female clitoris?\n\nSISSY\nUh--yeah.\n\nJUSTICE\nJay, you don\'t have to do this.\n\nShe elbows Sissy.\n\nJAY\nNah, it\'s cool, hon. There\'s a few\nthings I can say about the clit that\nI\'s like you to hear.\nclears throat; into\ncamera\nI am the master of the clit! I make\nthat shit work! It does what ever\nthe fuck I tell it to do!  No one\nrules the clit like me!\noff Silent Bob\nNot this little fuck! None of you\nlittle fucks out there! I am the\nclit commander!!! Remember that--\ncommander of all clits!\n\nJay proceeds to make some pussy-eating faces. Justice shakes\nher head at Sissy, who snaps the camera closed and smiles.\n\nSISSY\nAwesome. Knock \'em dead, Tiger.\n\nSissy climbs back into the van.\n\nJAY\nto Justice\nSo--can I get a little kiss for good\nluck?\n\nJustice smiles at Jay, then kisses him sweetly on the lips.\n\nJAY\nSo--can I get a little blow job for\ngood luck?\n\nJustice smiles and pulls Jay\'s mask down. He heads off,\nrevealing Silent Bob behind him, lips puckered, handing in\nmidair. Jay reached back into the frame, pulling Bob out.\nJustice watches them go.\n\nSISSY\nJussy. C\'mon.\n\nJustice climbs back into the van.\n\nINT. VAN--SAME\n\nJustice sits, glaring at Sissy.\n\nSISSY\nHey, Lover-girl. You cock-block my\nauthority again, you lose your fucking\nfronts, you got that?\n\nJUSTICE\nYes, sir.\n\nSissy takes the tape out of the camera and hands it off to\nMissy, beside whom is a bag full of high-tech equipment.\n\nSISSY\nPhase One, down. While we\'re executing\nPhase Two, you edit that tape and\ngrab a new car.\n\nMISSY\nNo sweat.\n\nSISSY\nLet\'s suit up.\n\nEXT. PROVASIK MEDICAL LABS--NIGHT\n\nJay and Silent bob tuck-and-roll across the front lawn,\nstopping at the building. Silent Bob pulls a GRAPPLING GUN\nout of his coat. He fires it into the air as Jay quickly\ngives the ""metal"" sign, and the pair are lifted out-of-frame.\n\nINT. PROVASIK MEDICAL LABS--NIGHT\n\nIt\'s dead quiet and still. Then, the pair smash through a\nwindow, landing in the floor in a ball. They lift their Ninja\nhoods. Jay glares at Silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nYou fat fuck--\n\nINT. VAN--NIGHT\n\nMissy peers through binoculars out the window.\n\nSISSY\nThey in?\n\nMISSY\nYou can say that.\n\nSISSY\nTime to shine. Let\'s go.\n\nEXT. VAN--NIGHT\n\nThe quartet piles out of the van, and we get our first look\nat them: sexily geared up for action, wearing all black.\nThey head for a SEPARATE BUILDING.  Stopping at the front\ndoor.\n\nSissy gestures elaborately to Missy, and Missy gestures\nelaborately back, racing away into the night. Justice offers\nSissy a look.\n\nJUSTICE\nYou are so gay.\n\nChrissy sticks a box on the door and presses a button. On a\ndigital readout, numbers roll until they stop on four\ndifferent digits. The door lock CLICKS open.\n\nSISSY\nOnce we\'re inside, I want complete\nsilence.\nholding up high-tech\ndevice\nMissy whipped this up. It counts our\ndecibel level. If it goes into the\nred--alarm, we\'re dead. So not even\nthe slightest noise, got it?\n\nJustice blows her off. Sissy enters the building, followed\nclosely by Chrissy.  Justice lingers at the door, taking one\nlast look back at the Provasik Building, fretting for Jay\nand Bob.\n\nSISSY\npokes her head back\nout\nJustice! Move your ass!\n\nJustice heads inside. We PAN up to reveal a sign that reads:\nBOULDER DIAMOND EXCHANGE.\n\nINT. PROVASIK TESTING ROOM--NIGHT\n\nJay and Bob stand there, looking around the room.\n\nIt\'s lines with cages, all of which contain sad-looking\nANIMALS.  A tear forms in silent Bob\'s eye. Jay rolls his\neyes and hits him.\n\nJAY\nStay frosty, you big fucking softie.\nWe\'ve got a job to do.\n\nSilent Bob nods and clicks on a flashlight. The pair wade\nthrough the cages. Jay stops at an EMERGENCY BOX hanging on\nthe wall. Inside it, there\'s a pistol.\n\nJAY\nCheck this out, Lunchbox. Animal\ntranquilizer. This shit fucks you up\nlike Percocets!\n\nJay elbows the glass, breaking it. He takes the gun out and\ntosses it to Bob.\n\nJAY\nHold this. Later, me and Justice can\nshoot each other with it and fuck\nlike stoned test bunnies. Bunnggg.\n\nSilent Bob rolls he eyes and sticks the gun in his coat. The\npair look through the cages, until HEAR the distinct SOUND\nOF A MONKEY. Jay directs Silent Bob\'s flashlight to the cage\nfrom where the sound emitted. He smiles.\n\nJAY\nreading\n""Suzanne."" Boo-yah.\n\nINT. BOULDER DIAMOND EXCHANGE--NIGHT\n\nThe three Girls stand at the end of a large hallway. At the\nother end is a glass case, full of DIAMONDS.\n\nSissy pulls and aerosol can from her utility belt and sprays\nthe air in the hallway. She watches the decibel monitor,\nwhich rises only slightly at the sound of the spray. Suddenly,\nwithin the mist, laser beams become apparent.\n\nSissy hands the decibel monitor to Chrissy and takes a few\nsteps back, shaking her hands to limber up. She then runs\nforward and does an impressive series of flips down the\nhallway, not touching a single laser beam.\n\nChrissy checks the decibel monitor, which rises only slightly.\n\nOnce Sissy\'s flipping comes to a stop at the other end of\nthe hallway near the Diamond case, she makes a hand gesture\nto Justice. Justice nods, and proceeds to do the same series\nof flips down the hallway, not tripping the alarm.\n\nChrissy checks the decibel monitor, which rises only slightly.\n\nJustice lands beside Sissy, and then Sissy gestures to\nChrissy.\n\nChrissy tosses the decibel monitor over the laser beams,\nSissy catches it, and the monitor rises only slightly.\n\nThen, Chrissy proceeds with her series of flips, which are\neven more impressive than the other two, including running\nup walls and pushing into handstand flips.  When she passes\nthe last laser beam, she lands between Sissy and Justice,\narms in the air like a gymnast. Then, she lets out a loud,\nmanly FART.\n\nThe decibel monitor goes red and an alarm starts RINGING\nthrough the building.\n\nCHRISSY\nHoly fuck--the little stoner was\nright--\n\nSissy shutters the glass surrounding the Diamonds. She ours\nthem into a bag, and races back down the hallway, followed\nby Justice and Chrissy.\n\nEXT. BOULDER DIAMOND EXCHANGE--NIGHT\n\nThe Girls emerge from the Diamond Exchange, just as Missy\npulls up in a CONVERTIBLE.\n\nCHRISSY\nBoom Box!\n\nMissy tosses a metal box to Chrissy, who catches it and races\ntoward the van, while Sissy and Justice pile into the\nconvertible.\n\nSISSY\nI can\'t believe it. Months of planning\nand it\'s all blown by a fucking fart.\n\nJUSTICE\nWe can\'t just leave them like this!\nThat alarm\'s gonna bring the cops\nhere any minute!\n\nSISSY\nThat was always the plan, Justice!\nThey take the heat off of is long\nenough until we can get out of town!\n\nChrissy attaches the metal box to the side of the van.\n\nCHRISSY\nKaboom, you little stoner fucks.\n\nThe girls pull up in the convertible and Chrissy jumps into\nthe car with them.\n\nCHRISSY\nIt\'s set. Let\'s roll.\n\nThe convertible screeches away, leaving the can sitting there.\nThe metal has magnetically attached to the side is counting\ndown from two minutes.\n\nINT. PROVASIK TESTING LAB--NIGHT\n\nJay and Bob carry a large canvas bag between them. Something\nseems to move inside it. The head for the exit, but Silent\nbob hesitates, offering a sad look to the animals in all the\ncages. Jay hits him.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are you looking at?\nThere ain\'t no snacks here, man! Now\nwe got what we came for, so let\'s\nget the fuck out!\n\nSilent Bob half-gestures to the cages, forlorn. Jay shakes\nhis head frustrated.\n\nJAY\nYeah, it\'s sad! But what the fuck\nare we supposed to do about it?\n\nSilent bob offers Jay a look.\n\nEXT. PROVASIK MEDICAL LABS--NIGHT\n\nThe front doors burst open, spilling out Jay, Silent Bob\ncarrying their bag, and HUNDREDS OF ANIMALS--cats, dogs,\nbirds, rabbits. All race off into the night.\n\nJay and Bob race toward the van. Jay screams at it.\n\nJUSTICE\nJUSTICE! OPEN THE DOORS!\n\nSuddenly, Jay and Bob stop dead in their tracks.\n\nJAY\nOh shit--\n\nThree COP CARS screech up, the van between them and Jay and\nBob. The COPS leap out of their cruisers, guns drawn. Jay\nlooks to Bob, pissed\n\nCOP\nDROP THE BAG! BEFORE THIS THING TURNS\nEXPLOSIVE!\n\nThe counter on the device attached to the van hits ""0,"" and\nthe van BLOWS UP.  Jay and Bob get thrown backwards in one\ndirection, the Cops in the other.  On all fours, Jay looks\nat the burning shell of the van, a tear forming in his eye.\n\nJAY\nJustice--\n\nWe crane up from him as he bellows--\n\nJAY\nJUUUSSSTTTTIIIICCCCEEEE!!!!!!\n\nSilent Bob grabs Jay and drags him out of frame, still\ncarrying the bag.\n\nEXT. FEDERAL WILDLIFE MARSHAL\'S OFFICE--DAY\n\nWe start on a sign on the door that reads: Federal Wildlife\nMarshal, Colorado Field Office, then pull back to see a DEPUTY\nopening the door and heading inside.\n\nINT. FEDERAL WILDLIFE MARSHAL\'S OFFICE--DAY\n\nThe Deputy enters just as a FAX is coming through at an\noperations board. He rips it off, reading it. His eyes go\nwide.\n\nDEPUTY\nOh, fudge...\ncalling off\nMarshal Willenholly!\n\nINT. BATHROOM--SAME\n\nMARSHAL WILLENHOLLY sits on the bowl, staring at Four Legged\nLaw-Man magazine, eyeing it lustily. Below frame, he jerks\noff.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYeah, you chug that ass-cock baby--\nIt takes two hands to hold doesn\'t\nit--?  Uhhh--\n\nAs he climaxes, a ganging at the door disrupts him.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWHAT?! WHAT?! I\'M READING!\n\nDEPUTY O.S.\nSir, we got a report of a break-in\nat Provasik Pharmaceuticals\' testing\nlab.\n\nWillenholly emerges from the bathroom, holding the magazine.\nThere\'s a massive wet spot on the front of his pants.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nHave you read this article on the\nmule-suckers in Tijuana? Good God, I\nwish that was in our jurisdiction--\nI\'d shut down every last one of those\nass-cock chuggers, personally.\n\nThe Deputy looks at the stain on Willenholly\'s pants, then\nat Willenholly.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWhat? ""Ass"" means ""donkey.""\n\nDEPUTY\nYes, sir.\nhands him a fax\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nlooks at fax\nBoulder, hunh? Well, gas up the jet.\n\nDEPUTY\nWe don\'t have a jet, sir. And\nBoulder\'s only ten minutes away.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nThen gas up the next best thing.\n\nEXT. PROVASIK MEDICAL LABS--DAY\n\nThere are FIRE TRUCKS all over the place now. The burned out\nvan is being poured over by Cops. Just then, Willenholly\npulls up on a MOPED. He parks it and surveys the wreckage.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nMy, oh my, oh my. Who let the cats\nout?\nthinks\nWait--is that right?\n\nCOP 1 O.S.\nExcuse me--who the hell are you?\n\nWillenholly rips down the Velcro patch on his jacket,\nrevealing a badge.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nFederal Wildlife Marshal. This\ninvestigation is now under my\njurisdiction.\n\nCOP 1\nOh really? And why is that?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nBecause someone let a whole mess of\nanimals out of their cages, sir.\n\nCOP 1\nWell, we believe that was just a\ndiversionary tactic used to call\nattention away from the real heist\nover here at the Diamond Exchange.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYeah, right. That\'s a believable\nscenario. It sounds more like\nsomething out of a bad movie.\n\nWillenholly and the Cop look at the camera. Then, another\nCOP joins them.\n\nCOP 2\nSir, the Provasik people say they\'ve\nrounded all their animals up, except\nfor one: an orangutan.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nListen up, ladies and gentlemen! Our\nfugitive has been on the run for 6\nhours!  Average simian foot speed\nover uneven ground--barring injuries\nor preoccupation with tire tubes,\nmites or bananas--is four miles an\nhour. That gives us a radius of twenty\nmiles.\n\nCOP 3\ncalling out from\ncrowd\nTwenty-four, sir!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWhat?\n\nCOP 3\nSix hours times four miles an hour\nis twenty-four.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\ndoing the math in\nhis head\nYes. Yes, you\'re right. My bad. Twenty-\nfour miles. Now what I want out of\nall of you is a hard target search.\n\nCOP 4\nExcuse me, sir?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYeah?\n\nCOP 4\nWhat does that mean, exactly--a ""hard\ntarget search""? What\'s a ""hard\ntarget""?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWell. It\'s--a target--that\'s--hard.\nAnyway--\n\nCOP 4\nSo are you referring to the search\'s\nlevel of difficulty? Or is the hard\ntarget the monkey?\n\nCOP 3\nOr the people who stole the monkey?\n\nThe COPS now chatter amongst themselves, to the effect of\n""Yeah--It could mean that too--He\'s got a point--,""etc.\nWillenholly rubs his temples.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nOkay, how about this? What I want\nout of all of you is a thorough search\nof every gas station, residence,\nwarehouse, farmhouse, henhouse,\nouthouse, and doghouse in that area!\nCheckpoints go up at fifteen miles!\n\nCOP 1\nWouldn\'t it make sense to put them\nup at every twenty-four miles--seeing\nas that\'s how far they\'d have gotten\nin the last six hours?\n\nThey begin chattering amongst themselves again. Willenholly\nlooks at them all, defeated. He starts to cry.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nThis is so frustrating. It\'s just so\nhard sometimes--\nyelling\nYOUR FUGITIVE\'S NAME IS SUZANNE! GO\nFIND HER!\n\nAnother COP joins Willenholly, carrying a large, fat envelope.\n\nCOP 5\nSir, this was just delivered to the\nstation.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWhat is it?\n\nCOP 5\nIt\'s a tape from the terrorists who\'re\nclaiming credit for the break-in.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nIs it VHS or Beta? You know what--\nnever mind. Do you have a VCR?\n\nINT. OFFICE--DAY\n\nWillenholly and the Cops stare at the O.C. TV, shocked, as\nthe video ends.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nOh my God--\nwithout looking up\nHave the jet gassed up and ready to\ngo at a moment\'s notice.\n\nCOP\nSir, we don\'t have a jet; just a\nhelicopter.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\ndialing his cell\nphone\nDoesn\'t anybody have a jet anymore?\ninto cell phone\nPlafsky? It is Willenholly. You gotta\nget me on the national news, pronto.\nWhy?!  Because we may very well be\ndealing with the two most dangerous\nmen on the planet!\n\nEXT. UTAH ROADSIDE--DAY\n\nJay and Silent Bob sit close to each other, staring at--\n\nSUZANNE the ORANGUTAN--who sits on a log across from them,\nstaring back.\n\nJAY\nThis is Jussy\'s monkey\nto Suzanne, angrily\nJUSTICE DIED FOR YOU, YOU MONKEY\nFUCK!\n\nSuzanne covers her eyes with her hands suddenly. Jay and\nSilent Bob, startle, with Jay leaping behind Silent Bob and\npulling back as if he\'s going to strike.\n\nJAY\nto Silent Bob\nDo something. Tons of Fun!\n\nSilent Bob offers the ape a weak wave. Suzanne drops her\nhands from her face and waves back. Jay cranes his neck to\nsee over silent Bob.\n\nJAY\nIs that fucking thing waving at us?\n\nSuzanne nods. Jay steps out from behind Bob. They state at\nthe ape.\n\nJAY\nHoly shit? That monkey understood\nus! Maybe it\'s some sort of super-\nmonkey!\n\nSuzanne offer them a ""raspberry."" Spitting as if the comment\nwas ridiculous. Jay and Silent Bob react with surprise at\nthis.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck was that for? It\'s not\na stupid idea! I seen it in Congo?\n\nSuzanne holds her nose, as if to say, ""Congo stunk."" Silent\nBob smiles in agreement and amusement. Jay looks at him,\nstung.\n\nJAY\nYou\'re my bitch. You get my back.\nDon\'t go joining this chimp\'s side.\n\nJay looks around the woods, formulating a thought. Silent\nBob moves toward the ape, extending his hand to shake hers.\n\nJAY\nYo--what if there\'s more super monkeys\nup in the lab? Maybe they\'re making\nan army of \'em up there! Holy shit!\nMaybe it\'s a conspiracy--like on the\nX-Files Roswell--style!\n\nJAY\'S DELUSION: We enter into JAY\'S HEAD and see--\n\nINT. LAB--DAY\n\nWe PAN over from a chimp in a chemist\'s coat measuring liquids\nin a pair of beakers to a chimp at a drafting table sketching\nblueprints for an insidious war machine. An orangutan shakes\nhands with a group of five well-dressed men, one of which\nlooks like the Cigarette Smoking Man from the X-Files.\n\nJAY V.O.\nWorking in secret with a crew of\ndouble-dealing, nicotine-fiending\nfucks that\'re selling out the human\nrace, these supermonkeys will use\nsimian science and their genius IQ\'s\nto make man and monkey alike believe\nthat they\'re the superior species!\n\nEXT. BALCONY--DAY\n\nA monkey dressed like Mussolini addresses a huge crowd of\napes, who wave fists in the air.\n\nJAY V.O.\nThen all it\'ll take is one little\nmonkey in a spiffy suit to whip the\ndumber chimps into a frenzy, until\nthey go all ape-shit and start\ndemanding more bananas, better pay,\nand human flesh!\n\nEXT. FIELD--DAY\n\nRandal leads a pack of humans racing through a cornfield,\nand is shot in the neck. He collapses, revealing a GORILLA\non horseback holding a rifle. Two other Gorillas throw a net\nover him.\n\nJAY V.O.\nYou\'ll have to be faster than Walt\nFlanagan\'s Dog to outrun the warrior\ngorillas, who hunt humans for sport,\nprofit, and the occasional inter-\nspecies blow-job. And if you don\'t\nwind up with a monkey hog in your\nmouth, you\'ll be captured, killed or\nworse...\n\nINT. LAB--DAY\n\nCornelius and Zera-looking chimps dissect the brain of a\nliving, screaming, Dante.\n\nJAY V.O.\nEaten alive!\n\nEXT. QUICK STOP--DAY\n\nThe Quick Stop is overrun by vines in a jungle like\natmosphere. Monkeys exit the store carrying bunches of\nbananas. The sign now reads: Ape Stop\n\nJAY V.O.\nThen these monkey fucks\'ll start\nwearing our clothes and rebuilding\nthe world in their image.\n\nEXT. BEACH--DAY\n\nWe start on a FULL SHOT of Jay on the beach, looking up,\nthen SNAP ZOOM OUT to REVEAL Jay kneeling before the beach\nburied Statue of Liberty, screaming, his arms raised.\n\nJAY V.O.\nAnd only those who outwit those damn\ndirty apes\'ll ever remember that it\nwas MAN who once ruled the earth!\n\nJAY\nat statue\nYOU MANIACS! DAMN YOUSE!!! GODDAMN\nYOUSE ALL TO HELL!!!\n\nWE DISSOLVE FROM THIS IMAGE TO:\n\nEXT. UTAH ROADSIDE--DAY\n\nAnother close-up of Jay\'s painted face. Behind him, Suzanne\nand Silent Bob are playing patty-cake. Jay eyes Suzanne\nangrily.\n\nJAY\nNot on my watch, motherfucker!\n\nJay turns and rushes Suzanne, ferociously.\n\nJAY\nDIE, YOU SUPER-MONKEY FUCK! DIE!!!\n\nJay trips on a root poking out of the ground and hits the\ndirt. Suzanne then goes over to Jay, pulls his face to hers,\nand kisses him on the lips.\n\nJAY\nAlright--you can live. For now.\n\nSilent Bob helps Jay to his feet.\n\nJAY\nYou see that? Bitches love me.\nheading off\nBesides--we\'re in the fucking clear,\nyo. It\'s not like anyone knows we\nstole the monkey.\n\nINT. TV NEWS STATION--DAY\n\nAn ANCHORMAN addresses the camera.\n\nANCHORMAN\nI\'m Reg Hartner and this is a News\nNow bulletin. A Provasik animal\ntesting facility in boulder was the\nfocus of an attack by a terroristic\nprimate rescue syndicate calling\nthemselves the Coalition for\nLiberation of Itinerant Tree-Dwellers.\nOr simply, C.L.I.T.\n\nA graphic of the C.L.I.T. logo appears beside him, nailing\nhome the joke.\n\nANCHORMAN\nIn a videotape sent to authorities\nthis morning, credit for the\nliberation of an orangutan from the\nlab last night is taken by these men--\n\nA VIDEO CAPTURE of JAY and SILENT BOB from pre-break--in\nappears on screen.\n\nANCHORMAN\n--identified in literature that\naccompanies the tape as Jay and Silent\nBob. In this chilling clip, they\nmake it very clear that they are in\ncontrol of the C.L.I.T.\n\nOn screen is the C.L.I.T. Logo. A digitized voice narrates.\n\nDIGITIZED VOICE\nWe are the C.L.I.T. None of you are\nsafe. Now tremble before the might\nof our merciless leader.\n\nThe logo gives way to the video of Jay and Bob that Sissy\nshot before the Provasik break-in. Jay\'s yelling into the\ncamera.\n\nJAY\nI AM THE CLIT COMMANDER!!!\n\nComing out of the video footage, the Anchorman shakes his\nhead, chilled.\n\nANCHORMAN\nTerrifying. Here to help us understand\nthis footage is Federal Wildlife\nMarshal Willenholly.\n\nPULL OUT to reveal Willenholly beside the Anchorman.\n\nANCHORMAN\nMarshal, what can you tell us about\nthe C.L.I.T.?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nFrom the intelligence we\'ve been\nable to gather, we\'ve discovered\nthat the C.L.I.T. is a tiny offshoot\nof the L.A.B.I.A.\n\nANCHORMAN\nThe Liberate Apes Before Imprisoning\nApes movement.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nExactly. The men you saw in the video\nare believed to be the masterminds\nresponsible for the frenzied C.L.I.T.\nactivity last night. They go by the\nobvious code names ""Jay"" and ""Silent\nBob.""\nto camera\nIf you should come across them or\nany other C.L.I.T.-ies, please--\nexercise extreme caution.\n\nINT. POTZEK\'S INC. OFFICE--NIGHT\n\nOn the TV screen is Willenholly and the video capture of Jay\nand Silent Bob.  Holden looks up from his drawing table,\nshocked.\n\nANCHORMAN O.S.\nfrom TV\nMarshal, how do you respond to\nallegations that Federal Wildlife\nMarshal\'s Office allowed the C.L.I.T.\nto slip through their fingers?\n\nWILLENHOLLY O.S.\nNonsense. We\'re all over the C.L.I.T.,\nReg.\n\nHOLDEN\nshakes his head\nNights like this, I miss dating a\nlesbian.\n\nINT. QUICK STOP--NIGHT\n\nFrom behind the register, Dante and Randal stare at the TV,\nslack-jawed.\n\nANCHORMAN O.S.\nfrom TV\nIs there also speculation that Jay\nand Silent bob may be responsible\nfor the Diamond Exchange jewel heist\nthat occurred in the same vicinity\nof downtown Boulder last night?\n\nWILLENHOLLY O.S.\nThere\'s nothing to suggest that, no.\nBut these men are still to be\nconsidered very dangerous.\n\nRANDAL\nto Dante\nI told you that restraining order\nwas a good idea.\n\nEXT. SEEDY MOTEL ROOMS--SAME\n\nOn the second-floor terrace of a run-down, roadside motel,\nSissy, Missy and Chrissy dance in their undies and drink\nchampagne. On the first floor terrace below, Justice leans\nagainst the open sliding glass door, watching the news report\non a TV inside the room with the volume turned way up.\n\nANCHORMAN\non TV\nIs that your cell phone?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\non TV\nYes, Excuse me.\non TV, into cell\nphone\nFederal Wildlife Marshal. I\'m on my\nway!\nshuts phone; to\nanchorman\nWe got \'em. They\'re in Utah.\nto camera\nCitizens of Utah--steer clear of the\nC.L.I.T. Stimulation of the C.L.I.T.\nis not recommended.\n\nJustice turns the TV off and yells up to Sissy.\n\nJUSTICE\nYour tape worked. The news is all\nabout Jay and Silent Bob\'s Provasik\nbreak-in, with almost no mention of\nthe Diamond heist.\n\nSISSY\nyelling down to\nJustice\nI told you those two were the perfect\npatsies. Now we lay low for awhile--\njust in case--and start planning the\nnext job.\n\nJUSTICE\nDon\'t you feel any regret? Jay and\nBob don\'t deserve this. They were\nreally sweet.\n\nCHRISSY\nThe only thing I regret is not gutting\nthat little trout-mouthed prick like\na fish and playing Twister with his\nvitals.\n\nMISSY\nYou are so nasty.\n\nCHRISSY\nI\'ll show you nasty, you little slut.\n\nSISSY\nWould you two get a room?\n\nCHRISSY\nFine--we\'ll take yours.\ngetting up in Sissy\'s\nface\nI am gonna stain your sheets, bi-\notch.\n\nChrissy dances away with Missy, heading inside. Sissy rolls\nher eyes.\n\nSISSY\nSarah Lawrence girls. Go figure.\n\nJUSTICE\nThey\'re your gang.\n\nSISSY\nOh and not yours? You know, I don\'t\nget you, Justice. You used to be all\nabout the girl stuff: stealing,\nboning, blowing shit up. Now you\'re\nlike this little priss with a\nconscience. It\'s really a fucking\ndrag.\n\nJUSTICE\nWe all gotta grow up some time.\n\nSISSY\nIf moping around over some little\nboy you\'re crushing on is being grown-\nup, then pass me my Wonder Woman\nunderoos.\n\nJUSTICE\nDon\'t you feel the least bit of guilt\nfor what we did to those guys?\n\nSISSY\nAwww. Does Jussy-wussy feel all dirty\nabout setting up her boyfriend? Then\nhow about taking a shower?\n\nSissy dumps the bag of diamonds over the side of the terrace.\nThey rain down on Justice below. Just then a PIZZA DELIVERY\nGUY approaches the lower terrace, carrying a stack of pizzas.\n\nPIZZA DELIVERY GUY\nYou the gals that ordered the pizzas?\n\nSISSY\nThis dopey bitch ordered the large\nplain, but I could go for some hot,\nthick, Sicilian.\n\nPIZZA DELIVERY GUY\nNo charge, lady.  He rushes into the\nmotel, Justice sighs, looking up at\nthe stars.\n\nJUSTICE\nquietly\nI\'m sorry, Jay.\n\nINT. DINER--DAY\n\nJay, Silent Bob, and Suzanne sit at a booth, eating. Jay\nchews a burger while Silent Bob eats pancakes and Suzanne\ndigs into a banana split.\n\nJAY\nYou know, Justice died trying to\nsave this monkey, so maybe we should\nkeep her around. That way, we can\nhonor her memory.\n\nSilent bob and Suzanne are oblivious, digging into their\nfood.\n\nJAY\nLook at you Tubby Bitches. I\'m waxing\nall sentimental, and you\'re all about\na fucking meal and shit. Now ain\'t\nyou glad we stopped to eat?  And you\nwere all piss-scared the cops\'d bust\nus or something. You know what I\nsay?\nsinging, a la NWA\n\nVOICE O.S.\nvia bullhorn\nTHIS IS THE UTAH STATE POLICE! WE\nKNOW YOU\'RE IN THERE COME OUT WITH\nYOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, AND SURRENDER\nTHE ORANGUTAN!\n\nJay and Bob freeze and go wild-eyed for a beat. Then--\n\nJAY\nYou think they\'re talking to us?\n\nEXT. DINER--DAY\n\nThere\'s a few COP CARS outside, and the SHERIFF is yelling\nat the diner through his bullhorn. Beside him are the other\nCOPS.\n\nSHERIFF\nYOU HAVE SIXTY SECONDS TO COMPLY.\nto other COPS\nFuck it, Let\'s give \'em thirty.\n\nSuddenly Willenholly rushes up, dramatically ducking behind\nthe car, gun drawn.\n\nSHERIFF\nThe ape.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWhat?\n\nSHERIFF\nAn orangutan\'s a member of the great\nape family. It\'s not a monkey.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nLook, who\'s the Federal Wildlife\nMarshal here?\ninto bullhorn\nJAY AND SILENT BOB, THIS IS FEDERAL\nWILDLIFE MARSHAL WILLENHOLLY! YOUR\nC.L.I.T.  DOESN\'T STAND A CHANCE.\nSURRENDER THE MONKEY IMMEDIATELY,\nAND YOU WON\'T GET SHOT!\n\nINT. DINER--DAY\n\nJay, Suzanne, and Silent Bob peer over the top of their booth,\nlike scared rats.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are you waiting for?\nGo out there and give \'em the monkey.\n\nSilent Bob looks to Jay, shocked.\n\nJAY\nOh, what, man? I said that shit before\nI knew they were gonna shoot us!\nYes--Jussy was a hottie, but I ain\'t\ntakin\' no bullet for no monkey!\n\nBob pulls Suzanne close to him, welling up with tears. Jay\nrolls his eyes.\n\nJAY\nOh, brother--this is like something\nout of fucking Benji! Look man, maybe\nit\'s not that bad back at the lab!\nMaybe they experiment on \'em by,\nlike making \'em fuck a bunch of\ndifferent, good-looking monkeys. We\ndon\'t know! Maybe they got it real\nsweet!\n\nSuzanne shakes her head ""no."" Bob points to her, as if she\'s\nstrengthening his point.\n\nJAY\nto Suzanne\nYou stay out of this, you weepy little\nchimp!\nlooks around thinking\nFuck man, I ain\'t no strategist!\nYou\'re the guy that makes the\nblueprints! I don\'t even have the\nfucking smarts of a little--\n\nJay\'s eyes fall on a scared FAMILY in a nearby booth. There\'s\na little kid around five or so, and he\'s wearing a hooded\nsweatshirt and a baseball cap.\n\nJAY\n--kid\n\nEXT. DINER--DAY\n\nWillenholly\'s on the bullhorn, yelling at the diner. The\nSheriff looks on.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nANYONE NOT HARBORING A FUGITIVE MONKEY\nBETTER HIT THE DECK!  WE\'RE GOING TO\nOPEN FIRE!\nto cops\nEveryone has bullets in their guns,\nright?\n\nJay and Silent Bob emerge from the diner, with Suzanne between\nthem they\'re holding her raised hands. She\'s now dressed\nup in the sweatshirt and jeans the kid was wearing in the\ndiner, with the baseball cap pulled down over her face.\nIt\'s a pretty piss-poor disguise.\n\nJAY\nDon\'t shoot! We\'re just trying to\ntake our son out of this hostile\nenvironment!\n\nFrom behind the cop car, the Sheriff looks to Willenholly.\n\nSHERIFF\nTheir ""son""?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nMaybe they\'re one of those gay\ncouples?\n\nJay seizes on the idea. Silent Bob nods fervently.\n\nJAY\nYeah! We\'re gay! And this is our\nadopted love child! We\'re not from\naround here!  Don\'t make us go back\nto our liberal city home with a tales\nof prejudice and bigotry in the heart\nof Utah!\nwhispers to Bob\nYou see the shit I gotta put up with\nfor you! Now I got this guy thinking\nI\'m gay!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nOh God, this is the last thing I\nneed--a bunch of uppity homosexuals\nshooting their mouth off in the\nliberal press that the Federal\nWildlife Marshal\'s Office persecutes\ngays.\n\nSHERIFF\nARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY! THOSE TWO MAY\nBE GAY, BUT THAT AIN\'T THEIR SON!\nTHAT\'S THE APE!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYou see this badge?  I think I\'d\nrecognize an ape if I saw one. And\nthe only thing I do recognize here\nis a political fiasco I\'m, going to\navoid by letting this butt-fucking\nBrady Bunch go!\n\nJay is whispering to Silent Bob, still vexed by--\n\nJAY\nAnd I\'ll tell you another thing:\nwhat if that guy shows up around the\nstores one day and starts telling\neverybody you and me are poo-gilists?\nHow are we gonna get any pussy then,\nhunh?\n\nWILLENHOLLY V.O.\nYOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE, SIRS!\n\nJay and Silent Bob look at each other, shocked. They look\nback out at Willenholly, who\'s yards away. Jay points at\nhimself, as if to say, ""Me?""\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nvia bullhorn\nYES, YOU, SIRS.\n\nJAY\ncalling over\nSo we can just go?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nvia bullhorn\nYes, sir--or ma\'am. Please accept my\napologies for detaining you and your\nunorthodox-but-constitutionally-\nprotected-family unit.\n\nSHERIFF\namazed\nUn-fucking believable.\n\nJAY\nI\'d like to offer a big gay thank-\nyou, sir. We\'ll tell all our gay\nfriends that Utah is Gay friendly\ncountry for gays who are gay.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nI\'m sure Utah appreciates that. You\nmight also want to make it clear\nthat the Federal Wildlife Marshal\'s\nOffice is also pro-\'mo as well.\nwinks at the sheriff\nAnd might I add, that\'s one fine-\nlooking boy you\'re raising.\n\nJAY\nWell, that\'s \'cuz he\'s from my sperm.\nSee, I knocked up a hot woman friend\nof ours who I also fuck on the side.\nSo as not to be all-the-way-gay. But\nmy tubby husband here is one hundred\npercent queer. He loves the cock.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nHe certainly looks insatiable.\n\nJAY\n\'Bye\n\nWILLENHOLLY\n\'Bye\n\nJay, silent Bob and Suzanne head off down the road.\nWillenholly and all watch them go. The Sheriff is livid.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWell, it\'s not my way--but damned if\nthere doesn\'t go one happy family.\nballoon two\nNow, we just shoot some tear gas\ninto that diner, and when the two\nguys run out with the monkey, we\'ll--\n\nWillenholly suddenly freezes, thinking. He looks to the\nSheriff.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nThat was the them, wasn\'t it?\n\nEXT. ROAD--DAY\n\nJay, Silent Bob and Suzanne are laughing.\n\nJAY\nI said you ""love the cock""! I gotta\nbe the craftiest motherfucker alive!\n\nGUNSHOTS RING OUT, and bullets whiz by the trio, who are now\nin full panic mode.\n\nWillenholly and the Cops race after them, firing.\n\nJay, Bob and Suzanne race away, ducking bullets.\n\nJAY\nFLEE, FAT-ASS, FLEE!!!\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nThe trio race across what looks like a bridge but isn\'t,\nshots still ringing out. Jay spots a manhole. He points at\nit, screaming.\n\nJAY\nHEAD FOR THE SEWERS!\n\nSilent Bob pops the cover off, With bullets ricocheting all\naround them, Jay leaps into the manhole.\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL\n\nJay lands in a sewer tunnel like in The Fugitive. Suzanne\nlands on top of him.\n\nJAY\nTake your stinking paws off me, you\ndamn dirty ape!\nyelling up\nYO LUNCHBOX! HURRY UP!\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nBullets hitting the pavement around him, Silent bob dives\ninto the sewer grate as well, but--\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL\n\nSilent Bob gets stuck. Jay rolls his eyes.\n\nJAY\nYou fat fuck.\n\nSilent Bob struggles while Jay and Suzanne try to pull him\nthrough the hole.\n\nJAY\nYou just--had to--order pancakes--\ndidn\'t ya?\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--SAME\n\nCLOSER on the running Willenholly and Sheriff.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nFire a warning shot into that bulbous\nass!\n\nSHERIFF\nOne rectal breach, coming up!\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--SAME\n\nJay and Suzanne pull with all their might. Bob strains.\n\nJAY\nSUCK IT IN! THINK THIN! THINK THIN!!!\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--SAME\n\nTIGHT on the Sheriff, as he squints to aim.\n\nSHERIFF\nOpen up and say ""ahhhhh,"" you stoner\nsumbitch--\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--SAME\n\nTIGHT on Silent Bob bellowing.\n\nSILENT BOB\nAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nThe Sheriff\'s gun fires.\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--SAME\n\nJay and Suzanne fall backwards, as Silent Bob pops through.\n\nJAY\nINCOMING!!!\n\nSILENT BOB\nAAAIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!\n\nSUZANNE\nOOOOOOOOO!!!\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nThe bullet ricochets off the curb, as Silent Bob\'s feet slip\nthrough.\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--SAME\n\nJay, Silent Bob, and Suzanne are in various states of\ncollapse. Jay and Bob look up at the hole.\n\nJAY\nJust like Winnie-the-Pooh.\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nWillenholly and the Sheriff arrive at the manhole.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWow! That was an incredibly daring\nescape!\nto Sheriff\nYou must see that a lot, hunh?\n\nSHERIFF\nShut up!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nSire, you\'re very taciturn.\n\nWillenholly starts rolling up his sleeves as the sheriff\nlooks on.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYou and your men stay up here. When\nI corner them, I\'ll call you for\nback-up.\n\nSHERIFF\nWhat\'re you doing? They\'re trapped.\nThe only way they can get out of\nthere is right here.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nA Federal Wildlife Marshal doesn\'t\nwait for his prey to come to him. He\ncomes to it. Or goes to it. Is it\n""comes to it"" or ""goes to it""?\nshakes it off\nI\'m going in there. I\'m counting on\nyou Sheriff.\n\nWillenholly embraces the Sheriff.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYou\'ve taught me so much.\n\nWillenholly then climbs into the sewer, disappearing. The\nCops look at the Sheriff for a beat, who heads O.C. saying--\n\nSHERIFF\nFuck this asshole. Let\'s go back to\nthe station and get some donuts.\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--DAY\n\nTIGHT on Jay, Bob, and Suzanne, looking into the distance,\nbathed by natural light. We HEAR the loud sounds of water\nrushing.\n\nJAY\nThis reminds me of the night I fucked\nyour mom, yo. One big-wet, smelly,\ngaping hole, and me wishing I had a\nboard tied to my ass--\n\nPULL BACK to reveal Jay, Silent Bob and Suzanne standing at\nthe precipice of the sewer tunnel that pokes out of a DAM.\nWater rushed below.\n\nJAY\n--to keep from falling in.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nPUT THE MONKEY DOWN AND YOUR HANDS\nUP!\n\nWillenholly aims his gun at the trio\'s backs.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nMISTERS, DO YOU WANNA GET SHOT?!?\n\nOur heroes comply, but Jay speaks.\n\nJAY\nLOOK MAN--SHE DOESN\'T WANT TO GO\nBACK! THEY\'RE EXPERIMENTING ON HER!\nbeat\nAND FOR THE RECORD, I AIN\'T REALLY\nGAY!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nI DON\'T CARE!\nbeat\nAND FOR THE RECORD, I KNEW THAT WASN\'T\nREALLY A LITTLE BOY.\n\nJAY\nSURE, FOR ONE MORE RECORD--\npointing to Silent\nBob\nHE LOVES COCK!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nON YOUR KNEES!\n\nJay and Silent Bob face Willenholly and kneel. But Suzanne\'s\nstill looking out of the dam.\n\nJAY\nSee, man?! He\'s lining us up like\nfucking circus seals! Well, I\'m going\nfirst--I don\'t want no mouthful of\nmonkey-spit when I gotta blow this\nfucking G-Man.\n\nTIGHT on Suzanne, who\'s looking down at the raging water\nbelow. Her brow hardens with purpose.\n\nTIGHT on Suzanne\'s right hand grabbing Jay\'s right hand.\n\nTIGHT on Suzanne\'s left hand grabbing Bob\'s left hand.\n\nSuzanne leaps forward at us, pulling Jay and Silent Bob\nbackwards.\n\nJAY\nGET OFFA ME!!! GET OFFA ME!!!\n\nEXT. DAM--DAY\n\nSuzanne leaps from the mouth of the tunnel, dragging Jay and\nBob with her.\n\nJAY AND BOB\nAAAAIIIGGGGGHHHHH!!!\n\nINT. SEWER TUNNEL--DAY\n\nWillenholly goes wide-eyed, holstering his gun.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nOh, no--think you can pull a Peter\nPan on me?!\n\nHe races toward the mouth of the tunnel and leaps out as\nwell.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nAAAIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!\n\nEXT. DAM--DAY\n\nAs Willenholly plummets, he passes Suzanne hanging by her\nfeet off a pipe that pokes out from beneath the mouth of the\ntunnel. She\'s hanging upside down, holding Jay and Silent\nBob\'s hands.\n\nJAY\nHEY LAW-DOG! SEE YOU IN HELL, COCK--\nSMOKER!!!\n\nEXT. DAM BOTTOM--DAY\n\nWillenholly plummets toward the water below and ker-splashes\ninto the drink.\n\nEXT. DAM--DAY\n\nSuzanne has pulled Jay and Silent Bob back into the mouth of\nthe tunnel.\n\nJAY\nYou see that shit? Damn--remind me\nnot to get on the monkey\'s bad side.\nYo--boost her up. So we can talk, so\nwe can get the fuck out of here.\n\nSilent Bob lifts Suzanne over the tunnel onto the--\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\n--pavement near the manhole. She sits there, looking down.\n\nEXT. DAM--DAY\n\nSilent Bob lifts Jay over the top of the tunnel toward the\nroad,\n\nEXT. DAM ROAD--DAY\n\nSuzanne sits by the side of the road. A car pulls into the\nshot.\n\nJay and Silent Bob climb over the cliff onto the highway\njust in time to see--\n\nThe passenger door slamming on a TRUCK with Los Angeles plates\nand a sign that reads CRITTERS OF HOLLYWOOD. Suzanne is\nlooking out the back window waving.  Jay and Bob leap to\ntheir feet, chasing after the truck.\n\nJAY\nHEY! GET THE FUCK OFF HER, MAN! THAT\'S\nMY EX-GIRLFRIEND\'S MONKEY?!\n\nThe truck speeds away in the distance. Jay and Silent Bob\nstand there, panting.\n\nJAY\nMan! Who the fuck just steals a\nmonkey?!\n\nSilent Bob indicates themselves.\n\nJAY\nOh yeah.\npissed\nWell this fucking blows! We got one\nmore day to stop those fucks from\nmaking that movie, and someone goes\nand takes the only thing I had left\nfrom the one woman I ever loved enough\nNOT to try to stick my hand down her\npants!\n\nSilent Bob mimes that they should go after Suzanne.\n\nJAY\nGo after the monkey? How the fuck\nare we supposed to know where that\nthing\'s going?\n\nSilent Bob mimes in the direction the car went. Jay stares\nat him.\n\nJAY\nWhat? What is that supposed to mean?!\nDon\'t just fucking point like--\nimitates him\nYou ain\'t the broad in the Children\nof a Lesser God. Use you fucking\nmouth for more than eating, ya tubby\nbitch!\n\nBob starts an elaborate pantomime. Jay tries to guess what\nhe\'s saying.\n\nJAY\nYou gotta take a shit? No--you gotta\ntake a salad? Take a salad? What the\nfuck are you trying to say?\n\nBob\'s on the verge of tears, trying to mime out his message.\n\nJAY\nJUST FUCKING SAY IT ALREADY?!?\n\nSilent Bob grabs Jay and screams into his face.\n\nSILENT BOB\nTHE SIGN ON THE BACK OF THE CAR SAID\nCRITTERS OF HOLLYWOOD, YOU DUMB\nFUCK!!!\n\nBob releases Jay, breathing heavily and storms off in the\ndirection of the car went. Jay watched him go for a beat,\nthen follows, muttering under his breath--\n\nJAY\nSay it, don\'t spray it, bitch.\n\nEXT. SHERIFF\'S OFFICE--DAY\n\nAN ESTABLISHING SHOT.\n\nSHERIFF O.S.\n""And might I add, that\'s one fine-\nlooking boy you\'re raising.""\n\nINT. SHERIFF\'S OFFICE--DAY\n\nThe Sheriff and his men stand around, eating donuts, laughing.\nThe Station doors slam open, and Willenholly enters, soaking\nwet. All the Cops stare at him.\n\nSHERIFF\nWell, if it isn\'t the wildlife\nexperts. Did you come to it or go to\nit?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nDo you have a microwave here, Sheriff?\n\nSHERIFF\nWe have a toaster oven. Why?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nBecause I need to dry my gun out so\nI can SHOOT YOU WITH IT ! TWICE!\n\nSHERIFF\nThis might cheer you up.\nhands him paper\nYour office just faxed this over.\nGuy there say it\'s a post from an\nInternet chat board, signed by a\n""Jay and Silent Bob."" Your man thinks\nit\'s a lead as to where those fellas\nare taking the ape.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nreading\n""All you motherfuckers are gonna\npay. You are the ones who are ball-\nlickers.  We\'re gonna fuck your\nmothers while you watch and cry like\nlittle bitches. Once we get to\nHollywood--""\nlooks up\nThey\'re going to Hollywood.\n\nEXT. HOLLYWOOD--MONTAGE\n\nWe take a quick visual tour of the city, including the sign,\nthe line of front of Krispy Kreme, the line in front of Coffee\nBean and Tea Leaf, the Simpson star in the Walk- of- Fame,\nthe Rocky and Bullwinkle statue, the Beverly Center, Jerry\'s\nFamous Deli, the Hollywood and Vine sign, Mann\'s Chinese\nTheatre, the Star Wars footprints outside of Mann\'s, the\nChateau Marmont, people on cell phones, Trashy Lingerie.\nHOOKERS propositioning a potential JOHN, and finally--\n\nEXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD--DAY\n\nWe start on the street sign, and PAN DOWN to a JEEP WRANGLER\nthat pulls up. A gorgeous woman in sunglasses drives, with\nSilent Bob sitting in the back seat.  After a beat, Jay pops\nup from under the dash, wiping his mouth, looking around.\nThe Woman sighs, and zips up her pants. Jay and Bob hop out\nand wave to the Woman as the car pulls away. Bob offers Jay\na look.\n\nJAY\nWhat? It\'s not like it\'s cheating.\nJustice blew up.\n\nTwo HOOKERS approach them.\n\nHOOKER 1\nHey, little man. You want some of\nthis?\n\nHOOKER 2\nHow about you, Big Boy?\n\nHOOKER 1\nIf you\'ve got fifty bucks we can get\nnasty.\n\nJAY\nOh yeah? How nasty?\n\nHOOKER 2\nAs nasty as you wanna be, poppie.\n\nJAY\nAlright--first, I\'ll want to tongue\nyour bung while you juggle my balls\nin one hand and play with my asshole\nwith the other. But don\'t stick you\nfinger in.  Then. I\'ll wanna pinky\nyou and put it in your friend\'s brown,\nwhile Silent Bob spanks into a Dixie\ncup. After that, I\'ll wanna smell\nyour titties, for a while, and you\ncan pull my nutsack up over my dick,\nso it looks like a Bullfrog. Then I\nwant you to flick at my nuts while\nyour friend spanks me into the same\nDixie cup Silent Bob jizzed in. Then\nwe throw the Dixie cup out.\n\nThe Hookers look at him, dumbfounded, Then--\n\nHOOKER 1\nOh, that\'s it honey. I quit.\nwalking away\nThis job just passed the point of no\nreturn.\n\nHOOKER 2\nto Jay\nYou one fucked up puppy, poppie.\n\nJAY\nwatching them go\nWhat?! You said \'nasty\'?\nshakes his head; to\nBob\nMan, chicks in Hollywood are so stuck\nup.\n\nEXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD.--LATER\n\nJay and Silent Bob walk.\n\nJAY\nAlright, here\'s the plan: first, we\nfind out where they\'re shooting that\nmovie at. After we shut that shit\ndown, we can start looking for the\nmonkey. But before we do any of that\nshit, we gotta find a motherfucker\nin the know. Someone who\'s like, the\nmayor of Hollywood.\n\nThey pass a DEALER leaning against a wall, trying to make a\nsale.\n\nDEALER\nsubtly\nCrack? You want some crack? Sweet-\nass rock. Get you high.\n\nJAY\nNo man, but you want some weed?\n\nDEALER\nbeat\nYou on the job?\n\nJAY\npulling out a card\nYeah, boy. Jersey Local 408.\n\nCLOSE ON THE CARD.  It reads: UNITED JERSEY BROTHERHOOD OF\nDEALERS, LOCAL 408.\n\nThere\'s a graphic of a stoner beside it.\n\nDEALER\nI\'m Los Angeles Local 305!\n\nThey shake hands, slapping each other on the back like Union\nbrothers.\n\nDEALER\nYou guys got medical in Jersey yet?\n\nJAY\nShit, no, we might have to strike in\nSeptember.\n\nDEALER\nNorma Rae like a motherfucker. You\ngots to get your benefits, you know\nwhat I\'m saying?\n\nJAY\nI hear that. Yo--maybe you can help\nus out. You know where they\'re\nshooting a movie around here.\n\nDEALER\nYou in this town and you gonna ask\nthat question? Be a little more\nspecific.\n\nJAY\nIt\'s a Miramax flick. We gotta bust\nit up so people stop calling us names\non the Internet, even though they\'re\nnot really talking about us but these\ncharacters based on us, and at the\nsame time, find my ex-girlfriend-who-\ngot-killed-in-a-car-explosion\'s\nmonkey.\n\nJay exhales. The Dealer stares at him for a beat.\n\nDEALER\nI don\'t know that the fuck you just\nsaid, little kid. But you touched a\nbrother\'s heart, so I\'m gonna help\nyou out with some directions to the\nstudio.\n\nJAY\nYou know where Miramax is at?\n\nDEALER\nFuck, yes. Miramax accounts for\nseventy-eight percent of my business.\n\nINT. E! ENTERTAINMENT NEWS--DAY\n\nAfter E! news logo plays. CUT TO STEVE KMETKO in studio.\n\nSTEVE KMETKO\nIs Hollywood ready for Jay and Silent\nBob?  A source at the Federal Wildlife\nMarshal\'s Office tells us a posting\nwas pulled off an Internet movie\nchat board that was allegedly written\nby the two domestic terrorists\nthemselves. It\'s sending a shockwave\nthrough Hollywood. Jules Asner\'s on\nthe scene at Miramax Studios, Jules?\n\nJules Asner is in front of the Miramax Studios main gate.\n\nJULES ASNER\nSteve, the tenor of Tinseltown is\none of terror today, after the Federal\nWildlife Marshal\'s Office learned\nthat hot, new terrorists Jay and\nSilent Bob are targeting Miramax\nStudios for their next campaign of\nblood, violence and monkey-theft. In\nthe posting, pulled off Movie Poop\nShoot.com, the gruesome twosome\nthreatened, quote--\nreading\n""Once we get to Hollywood and find\nthose Miramax Expletive-Deleted who\nare making the Bluntman and Chronic\nmovie, we\'re gonna make \'em eat our\nExpletive-Deleted, then Expletive-\nDeleted, which is made up of our\nExpletive-Deleted, then eat their\nExpletive-Deleted, which is made up\nof our Expletive-Deleted that we\nmade \'em eat. Unquote. So far, we\nhaven\'t been able to get a statement\nfrom anyone here are the studio.\n\nBACK TO STEVE in the E! Studio.\n\nSTEVE\nJules, word has it that Ben Affleck\nand Matt Damon are on the lot,\nshooting a super-secret project.\nHave you seen then roaming around?\n\nBACK TO JULES at Miramax Studios.\n\nJULES\nNo, Steve. But I did see Casey Affleck\nbuying a soda at a concession stand\nearlier.\n\nSTEVE\nBut no sign of Jay and Silent Bob?\n\nJULES\nNone whatsoever. However, to be fair,\nall the feds have to work with is\nmurky videotape, so no one\'s even a\nhundred percent sure what Jay and\nSilent Bob look like, exactly. For\nall we know, they could already be\non the lot.\n\nAs Jules speaks, Jay and Bob walk into the frame behind her,\nlooking up at the studio sign. They then notice the camera\nand start waving behind Jules.\n\nINT. SEEDY MOTEL ROOM--DAY\n\nJustice goes wide-eyed, seeing Jay and Bob on E! She hops\nout of her seat.\n\nJUSTICE\nOh my God! Jay! No!\n\nJustice looks around, panicky. Her eyes fall on--\n\nThe diamonds, sitting atop the satchel on the table.\n\nJustice looks at the diamonds, then the TV screen. She thinks\nfor a beat, then--\n\nJUSTICE\nFuck it.\n\nShe pours the diamonds into the satchel, and shoves it in\nher pocket.\n\nINT. SEEDY MOTEL BEDROOM--DAY\n\nThe door slowly opens in the dark bedroom, and Justice crawls\nto the bedside table, reaching for a set of keys. In the\nbed, Missy and Chrissy make out under the sheets, moaning.\nSissy\'s banging the Pizza Delivery Guy against the vanity.\nJustice grabs the keys, leaving a note in their place. As\nshe crawls back out, we PUSH IN on the note, which reads:\nSORRY, GUYS--BUT I LOVE HIM.\n\nEXT. SEEDY MOTEL PARKING LOT--DAY\n\nThe convertible skids out, taking off.\n\nINT. SEEDY MOTEL HALLWAY--DAY\n\nThere\'s a loud scream, then Sissy, Missy, and Chrissy rush\ndown the stairs in varied states of undress and sheet-wrap.\nWiping their mouths. Sissy holds Justices\'s note.\n\nSISSY\nThat bitch!  That fucking, fucking\nbitch!!!\nto girls\nGet dressed. We\'re going after her.\n\nCHRISSY\nFuck that, I didn\'t get to cum yet.\n\nSISSY\nWhich is more important to you: a\nfortune in diamonds or busting a\nnut?\n\nSissy and Missy race back up the stairs. Chrissy stands there\nstill, shrugs, then digs her hand into her panties.\n\nSISSY O.S.\nChrissy! Now!\n\nCHRISSY\nFuck--\n\nChrissy races back up the stairs.\n\nEXT. MIRAMAX STUDIOS-DAY\n\nThe E! NEWS CREW packs up. Jay and Silent Bob study the main\ngate. They watch the SECURITY GUARD approach a car that\'s\njust pulled up. The Guard checks the driver\'s pass, then\nlifts the gate to let the car through. Jay looks to Bob.\n\nJAY\nWe gotta play this right.\n\nBob nods, After a beat, the pair tear-ass past the guard\nbooth. The GUARD leaps out of the booth, blowing a whistle\nand giving chase.\n\nEXT. STUDIO LOT--DAY\n\nJay and Bob race around the building toward what looks like\nan open alley then smash into it, falling down. The open\nalley is a background painting that\'s being moved by some\nSCENICS. Jay and Bob get up, shaking off the impact.\n\nJAY\nI hate how fake Hollywood is.\n\nThe SECURITY GUARD catches up to them now, grabbing them by\ntheir shoulders, spinning them around.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nWhere do you think you\'re going?\n\nJAY\nGET OFFA ME! RAAAAAPE!!!\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nThis is L.A., sir. We don\'t rape our\nsuspects in custody. We just beat\nthem.\ninto walkie-talkie\nEcho Base, I\'ve got a ten-o-seven\nhere: two unauthorizeds on the lot.\nRequest back-up.\n\nVOICE\nfrom walkie-talkie\nI thought that was a ten-eighty-two.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nNo, sir--a ten-eight-two is the code\nfor vanishing a dead hooker from Ben\nAffleck\'s trailer.\n\nVOICE\nfrom walkie-talkie\nOh, that Affleck. Backup on the way.\n\nJAY\nHey! I make you a deal: this guy\'ll\nsuck your dick off if you let us go!\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nContrary to what you believe, not\neveryone in the movie business is\ngay.\n\nJAY\nWell, how about this deal: he sucks\nmy dick while you watch and jerk\noff.\n\nThe Security Guard stops, looks around, then releases them,\nreaching into his pants.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nAlright. But make is fast. And sexy.\n\nSilent Bob looks at Jay, wide-eyed and scared.\n\nJAY\nDude, it\'s either this or jail. And\nyou know what they make you do in\njail.\n\nSilent Bob wells up with tears, slowly dropping to his knees,\nreaching for Jay\'s pants. The Security guard bends down low\nto watch at crotch-level. Suddenly, Jay hammers his two fists\ninto the Security Guard\'s neck, knocking him out.  Silent\nBob falls into a sitting position on the ground, relieved.\nJay looks at him.\n\nJAY\nWell what are you waiting for, bitch?\nStart sucking. Bunnggg!\nlooking around\nAlright--where they shooting this\nmovie at?\n\nSilent Bob points behind Jay, at the SOUNDSTAGE they\'re in\nfront of. There\'s a LINE OF PEOPLE waiting at the door.\n\nJAY\nWorth a shot. Like a shot in the\nmouth, you gay bitch. Eww, dude--you\nwere really gonna suck my dick.\n\nSilent Bob shakes his head ""no,"" wide-eyed as Jay heads off.\nWhen Jay\'s out of frame, Silent bob shrugs like, ""Yeah--I\nguess I was.""\n\nEXT. SOUNDSTAGE--DAY\n\nJay and Bob approach the line, as an A.D. calls out to the\ncrowd.\n\nA.D.\nAlright--bar extras. Follow me.\n\nThe A.D. starts leading the crowd in. Jay and Bob blend in\nand follow inside.\n\nEXT. HIGHWAY--DAY\n\nAn official-looking car tears down the road.\n\nINT. CAR--SAME\n\nWillenholly drives, dialing his cell phone.\n\nPHONE VOICE\nFederal Bureau of Investigation\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYes, this is Federal Wildlife Marshal\nWillenholly. Can I speak with Agent\nSid Enmarty, please?\n\nPHONE VOICE\nOne moment, please.\n\nINT. AGENT ENMARTY\'S OFFICE--SAME\n\nAGENT SID ENMARTY works at his desk.\n\nSPEAKER VOICE\nAgent Enmarty? A Marshal Willenholly\ncalling.\n\nAGENT SID\nperking up\nHoly shit! Yeah, put him through.\ncalling off\nYO! INCOMING BITCH BOY PHONER!\n\nTwo other AGENTS rush in, chuckling. All gather around the\nphone as Sid presses the speaker button.\n\nAGENT SID\nWillenholly?\n\nBEGIN CROSS-CUTTING WITH WILLENHOLLY.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nSid? Hey, buddy. I\'m calling because\nI could really use your help on this\nkiller case I\'m working.\n\nAGENT SID\nI\'ll bet, Will. What\'s it this time...\nBeaver trouble? Some kind of\nunauthorized marsupial trafficking?\n\nThe agents crack up, stifling their laughter.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\ntaking it in stride\nNo, no--nothing like that. Say--there\naren\'t other people listening in,\nare there?\n\nAGENT SID\nNo way, man. It\'s just me and you\ntalking here.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nGood. I\'m tracking a monkey down\nthat\'s on it\'s way to Los Angeles,\nand I could use some bureau backup.\n\nAGENT SID\nLos Angeles, hunh? Maybe we should\nstake out Clint Eastwood\'s place.\nDidn\'t he used to drive around with\na monkey that\'d punch people and\ndrink beer?\n\nThe Agents crack up. Willenholly\'s catching on.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nAm, uh--Am I on speaker phone?\n\nAGENT SID\nNo way--Dunston!\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nAlright, now that\'s not fair. I know\nI didn\'t make it as high up as you\nguys, but my job\'s just as important.\n\nAGENT SID\nCalm down, Will. Don\'t go all...\nbananas on us!\n\nThe Agents crack up even more, Willenholly\'s pissed.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nI come to you as a friend--as a fellow\nprofessional--and this is the shit I\nget?!\n\nAGENT SID\nYou\'re right, Will. Tell you what--\nwe\'ll get our best man on your case\nright away. You might\'ve heard of\nhim. He\'s a doctor.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nexcited\nOh, a doctor?\n\nAGENT SID\nHis name\'s Doctor Zaius!\n\nThe Agents laugh hysterically, pounding the desk, Willenholly\ntears up, enraged.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nSCREW YOU GUYS!\n\nWillenholly throws his cell phone across the car, the mocking\nlaughter still emitting from it. Willenholly cries.\n\nEXT. MIRAMAX STUDIOS LOT--DAY\n\nThe Red Light FLASHES outside the soundstage.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE--SAME\n\nJay and silent Bob stand amidst a line of EXTRAS. Silent Bob\nlooks O.C. goes wide-eyed, and pokes Jay, pointing O.C. Jay\nlooks and sees--\n\nA COLLEGE BAR set that looks like the College Bar from Good\nWill Hunting, complete with CLARK the stuffy college jerk.\nMATT DAMON stands off to the side, loosening up for the scene.\nBEN AFFLECK calls to the O.C. DIRECTOR.\n\nBEN\nWhere are we taking it from, Gus?\n\nGus Van Sant sits off to the side, counting a stack of money.\nHe just shrugs.\n\nGUS\nI\'m busy.\n\nBEN\nYou\'re a true artist, Gus\n\nMATT\nJust take it from ""It\'s a good\ncourse.""\n\nBEN\nOh, now you\'re the director.\n\nMATT\nHey, shove it. Bounce-boy. Let\'s\nremember who talked who into doing\nthis shit in the first place. Talking\nme into Dogma was one thing, but\nthis--\n\nBEN\nI\'m sorry this is taking you away\nfrom whatever-gay-killers-on-horses-\nwho-like-to-play-golf-touchy-feely-\nflick you\'re supposed to be doing\nthis week.\n\nMATT\nOh--I\'m touchy-feely? I take it you\nnever saw Forces of Nature?\n\nBEN\nYou\'re like a child. What\'ve I been\ntelling you? Sometimes you\'ve gotta\ndo the safe picture. Sometimes, you\ndo it for art. Sometimes, it\'s the\npayback picture your friend says you\nowe him--\n\nThey take a beat and look at the camera. Then--\n\nBEN\nAnd sometimes, you go back to the\nwell.\n\nMATT\nAnd sometimes, you do Reindeer Games.\n\nBEN\nNow that\'s just mean.\n\nJay turns excitedly to Bob.\n\nJAY\nThis has gotta be the Bluntman Flick,\n\'cause that\'s those two fucks from\nthat Mork movie! Now all we gotta do\nis figure out a way to get close to\nthem--\n\nThe A.D. grabs Jay and Bob by the arms and drags them onto\nthe set, placing them near Ben and Matt in the scene.\n\nA.D.\nJust stand there and react. Don\'t\nsay anything.\n\nBob goes a little wide-eyed. Jay smiles at him.\n\nJAY\noff A.D.\'s comment\nThat\'s pretty funny.\n\nA.D.\ncalling out\nAlright, people. Lock it up. Let\'s\ngo for picture.\n\nJay and Bob eye Ben and Matt fiercely, Ben and Matt are\noblivious.\n\nJAY\nOn the count of three, we rush those\nfucks and beat the shit out of \'em.\n\'Cause if they\'re all fucked up,\nthey can\'t make the move, right?\nAlright, then.  One--two--\n\nCLAPPER/LOADER O.S.\nGood Will Hunting Two: Hunting Season.\n\nJay and Bob freeze and look at each other, then O.C.\n\nThe Clapper/Loader holds a clapboard in front of Ben\'s face.\nIt does indeed, read: Good Will Hunting 2: Hunting Season.\n\nCLAPPER/LOADER\nScene sixteen, take five.\n\nThe Clapper/Loader claps the board closed and races off. Ben\nlooks to Gus.\n\nBEN\nAction, Gus?\n\nGus looks up from counting his money.\n\nGUS\nJesus, Ben--I said I\'m busy.\n\nBen shakes his head and then starts the scene with CLARK.\n\nBEN/CHUCKIE\nYou should check it out, it\'s a good\ncourse. But, you know, frankly, I\nfound the class rather elementary.\n\nCLARK\nYou know, I don\'t doubt that it was.\nI remember that class. It was just\nbetween recess and lunch.\n\nBEN/CHUCKIE\nAre we gonna have a problem, again?\n\nCLARK\nThere\'s no problem. I was still just\nhoping you might give me some insight\ninto the evolution of the market\neconomy in the Southern Colonies.\nSee, Wood says--\n\nMATT/WILL\nstepping in\nWhat\'d I say? Didn\'t I say you\'d be\nback here regurgitating Gordon Wood.\nBut you forgot about Vickers--\n\nCLARK\nNo, I just read Vickers, so I\'m up\non inherited wealth, Hunting. But\nyou\'re not the angry, brilliant young\nmind you once were, just itching to\nvent your frustrations.\n\nIn the background, Jay and Silent Bob get bored and head out\nof the shot. After a beat, they get pushed back in by the\nA.D.\n\nCLARK\nOnce Sean told you it wasn\'t your\nfault, you lost the edge, William.\nYou stopped hitting the books with a\nvengeance, and now I\'ve read shit\nyou haven\'t even heard about yet.\nFace facts, my friend--love made you\na soft little pussy boy, unable to\nstand up to an academic showdown,\nlike you used to. You\'re just no\nlonger that good--Will Hunting.\ngets in his face\nNow how do you like them apples?\n\nMatt/Will turns away angrily, facing Ben/Chuckie, looking\ndownwards, steaming.\n\nBEN/CHUCKIE\nI don\'t like the sound of them apples.\nWill, what\'re we gonna do now?\n\nMATT/WILL\nChuckie--\nsnarling\nIt\'s Hunting season.\n\nMatt/Will spins to face Clark with two huge guns in his hands.\nHe blows Clark away, Jay and Bob hit the deck. Matt/Will\nstands there, guns smoking.\n\nBEN/CHUCKIE\nApple sauce, bitch.\n\nSuddenly the door to the soundstage swings open, and the\nSecurity guard Jay knocked out rushes in, followed by other\nSECURITY GUARDS who comb the place.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nSorry to interrupt, sirs, but have a\nten-oh-seven on our hands.\n\nBEN\nWait a second! I wasn\'t with any\nhookers today!\n\nThe Security Guard sees Jay and Bob crouched behind Ben, He\npoints, screaming.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nTHERE THEY ARE!\n\nBen and Matt turn to Jay and Bob, Jay smiles.\n\nJAY\nAffleck, you\'re the bomb in Phantoms,\nyo.\n\nJay and Bob then race out-of-frame, closely followed by the\nSecurity guards.  Matt head off, arms thrown in the air.\n\nMATT\nIf anyone\'s looking for me, I\'ll be\nin my trailer trying to figure out\nhow I got here from an Academy Award.\n\nEXT. SOUNDSTAGE--DAY\n\nJay and Bob rush out, pulling a bench in front of the door,\nblocking it. They race ten feet to another soundstage across\nfrom them and head inside a door.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE--SAME\n\nJay and Silent Bob rush in to see--\n\nWes Craven getting ready to direct a scene with a familiar-\nlooking GHOSTFACE KILLER and SHANNEN DOHERTY. The\nClapper/Loader\'s clapboard reads: Scream 4\n\nCLAPPER/LOADER\nScream four, scene thirty-seven,\ntake one.\nclaps it and rushes\noff\n\nWES CRAVEN\nAction!\n\nThe Killer chases Shannen around the room, falling over stuff,\nuntil she hits him with a lamp, knocking him out.\n\nSHANNEN DOHERTY\nAlright, you bastard! Let\'s see who\nyou really are!\n\nShannen pulls the mask off the short performer to reveal\nSUZANNE.\n\nJay and Silent Bob go wide-eyed.\n\nSHANNEN DOHERTY\nFucking Miramax--\ngetting up\nCUT!\n\nShannen heads over to Wes, holding the mask.\n\nWES CRAVEN\nShannen, usually I say ""cut.""\n\nSHANNEN DOHERTY\nA monkey? Jesus, you guys aren\'t\neven trying anymore, are you?\n\nWES CRAVEN\nThe market research suggest that\npeople love monkeys.\n\nJay and Silent Bob rush in, grab Suzanne.\n\nJAY\nWE LOVE THIS MONKEY!\n\nThey rush out. West shrugs to Shannen.\n\nWES CRAVEN\nSee?\n\nSecurity Guards race through, chasing after the exited pair.\n\nEXT. LOT--DAY\n\nJay and Bob race through the lot, with Bob carrying Suzanne.\nOn a fake New York city street, another movie is shooting.\nThe trio, bob and weave through the shoot, until--\n\nAt the end of the alley, a set GOLF CART pulls up, and four\nSecurity Guards pile out, forming a human wall, blocking\ntheir path. Jay and Bob stop dead, looking back to see the\nother Security Guards gaining.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are we gonna do?\n\nJust then, a P.A. on a bike pulls up nearby. He ditches the\nbike and grabs papers from the large hanging basket in front.\n\nJay and Bob look at each other, race over to the bike, and\njump on, putting Suzanne in the basket. They start pedaling\naway furiously, closely followed by the Security Guard posse.\nSilent Bob peddles like mad, racing toward the Golf Cart.\n\nJAY\nPUNCH IT!!!\n\nBob pops a wheelie and the Bike races up the front of the\nvehicle, taking flight,\n\nBelow, the Security Guards stare in awe as--\n\nJay and Silent Bob atop the bike--with Suzanne in the front\nbasket--go past a moon on a billboard, on the side of a\nsoundstage a la E.T.\n\nJay and Bob look down, then at each other. They smile. Then\nthey look ahead and let out a scream.\n\nThe bike crashes through a window in the side of a Soundstage\nBuilding.\n\nINT. DRESSING ROOM--DAY\n\nThe Bike lands, and Jay and Bob, and Suzanne go tumbling\nonto the floor covered in glass. They look up to see.\n\nJAMES VAN DER BEEK AND JASON BIGGS dressed as Jay and Silent\nBob, looking down as them.\n\nJAMES\nHoly shit--that looked like it hurt.\n\nJASON\nAre you guys alright?\noff Suzanne\nHey! They\'ve got a monkey!\n\nJay and Bob look at their twins, then at each other.\n\nJAY\nYo, I think that shit just kicked\nin.\n\nJAMES\nLet\'s get you guys on your feet.\n\nJames and Jason help Jay and Silent Bob to their feet. All\nstare at one another, perplexed,\n\nThen--\n\nJAY\nto James\nSee man?  Its never, ""Hey--you were\nin Loser, or, ""Dude--you rocked in\nBoys and Girls."" It always comes\nback to that fucking pie! I\'m haunted\nby it.!\n\nJAMES\nWell, you put your dick in a pie,\ndude--\n\nJASON\nEnough!\nto Jay\nJason Biggs.\n\nJAY\nYo-you really get to third base with\nthe Russsian chick like you did in\nthe movies?\n\nJASON\nYou mean Shannon? Sadly, no.\n\nJAY\nShe\'s fucking hot, man. If I was\nyou, I\'d been like--\n\nJay mimes a series of sexual maneuvers. Jason and James look\non, bewildered.\n\nJAY\noff James\'s-look\nWhat, man? You never did one of these?\n\nJay starts miming again, and suddenly stops, staring at James,\nblown away.\n\nJAY\nHoly shit? You\'re the Dawson!\n\nJAMES\nIt\'s James, actually. James Van Der\nBeek.\n\nJAY\nYo, what\'s up with Pacey stealing\nJoey away from you? If I was you, I\nwould\'ve drowned his ass in your\nCreek and shit!\n\nJAMES\nI know, Because what--is Josh better\nlooking than me? Fuck, no. I mean,\nwho on earth is better looking that\nme? I ask you.\n\nJAY\nJoey, man! She\'s too fine! Yo--did\nyou ever get to third base with her?\n\nJAMES\nWell, there was this one time--\ncatching himself\nWait a second--who are you guys?!\n\nJASON\nThey\'re our stunt doubles, dumbass.\nto Jay\nRight?\n\nJAY\nStunt doubles for what?\n\nJAMES\nThe movie we start shooting in a few\nminutes--Bluntman and Chronic Strike\nBack.\n\nJASON\nto Bob\nYou\'re doubling me. I\'m playing\nBluntman, AKA Silent Bill.\n\nJAMES\nBob\n\nJASON\nRight. And he\'s playing Chronic. AKA\nRay.\n\nJAMES\nJay! Shit, did you even read the\nscript?\n\nJASON\nThere\'s a script?\n\nJay and Bob stare at them, blankly. Then Jay puts up his\nfinger, indicating they should wait a minute. He gets into a\nhuddle with Silent Bob and Suzanne.\n\nJAY\nThese are the guys who are playing\nus, yo. We take them out, and bickety-\nbam! No movie.\n\nSilent Bob nods at Jay, then Suzanne. Suzanne heads off,\nleaving Jay and Bob to huddle.\n\nJASON\noff Jay and Bob, to\nJames\nWhat\'s with the weird, gay huddle\ngoing on over there?\n\nJAMES\nWhat\'s gay about it? It\'s two guys\ntalking in a corner. Man--why are\nyou such a homophobe.\n\nJASON\nI\'m not a homophobe.\n\nJAMES\nYou are. You\'re always calling things\ngay. ""Ooo--look at the gay huddle,\ndude!""\n\nSuzanne approaches them.\n\nJASON\nHey--look at the monkey.\n\nJAMES\nNext you\'re going to tell me the\nmonkey\'s gay.\n\nJASON\nHe\'s so cute--\nto Suzanne\nC\'mere. Monkey. C\'mere--\n\nSuzanne pulls Jason and James out of the frame.\n\nWhile Jay and Silent Bob continue to huddle, the sounds of a\nbeating are heard, O.C.\n\nJAY\nAlright, here\'s what we do: start\nswinging, and don\'t stop until those\nyoung Hollywood fucks are out of\ncommission. Ready? Break!\n\nJay and Bob spin to face Jason and James--only to go wide-\neyed. Suzanne stands atop the fallen actors, who are bloodied\nand beaten and knocked out cold. She holds her hands skyward,\nclasped like a champion.\n\nJAY\nThat\'s one funky monkey.\n\nSuddenly there\'s a banging at the door of the dressing room.\n\nVOICE O.S.\nMister Biggs?  Mister Van... Der--\nBeek? This is Security. We\'ve got a\npair of intruders at large, and they\ncrashed through a window we thought\nmight be yours.\n\nJAY\nto door; deepening\nvoice\nUh--yeah. They\'re in here.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nDo they have you hostage? Should we\ncall your publicists?\n\nJAY\nNO! I mean, we kicked those guys\'\nasses bad. They\'re--knocked out.\n\nEXT. DRESSING ROOM--SAME\n\nThe Security Guards stand outside a door marked James.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nGreat work, sirs! If you let us in,\nwe\'ll take over--\n\nJAY O.S.\nthrough door\nNO! Me and Jason Biggs are naked in\nhere! Together!\n\nThe Security guard look at one another.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nUh--okay. We\'ll just be--outside the\ndoor, sirs.\n\nThe Security Guards stifle a laugh, as one makes a blow job\nface to the rest.\n\nINT. DRESSING ROOM--DAY\n\nBob opens an AIR VENT in the wall. He puts Suzanne into it\nand hands her the tranquilizer gun, miming to her. She nods,\nand starts crawling through the ductwork, Bob closes the\nvent again, and starts rifling through a nearby closet.\n\nJAY\nWhat the fuck are we gonna do?! How\nare we gonna get out of here without\nthem seeing us?\n\nSilent Bob pulls a pair of hangered COSTUMES from the closet,\nsmiling.\n\nEXT. LOT--DAY\n\nThe Security Guards push a cuffed Jason and James into a\nwaiting Cop Car. The pair are still dressed like Jay and\nSilent Bob.\n\nJAMES\nYOU\'VE GOT THE WRONG GUYS!\n\nJASON\nHEY! DON\'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME?! I\'M\nTHE PIE-FUCKER.\n\nSECURITY GUARD\nto Cops\nHe\'ll be the pie--in prison.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE HALLWAY--DAY\n\nJay and Bob creep toward a door we don\'t see the outfits.\n\nJAY\nThis was a good idea, Lunchbox. In\nthese outfits we\'re totally incognito.\n\nSuddenly, and A.D. appears, grabbing them by the shoulders.\n\nA.D.\nMister Biggs? Mister Van Der Beek?\nGreat--you\'ve changed costumes\nalready. Let\'s get you to set.\npulling them off\nThe director doesn\'t like to be kept\nwaiting.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE--BLUNTCAVE SET\n\nIt looks like the Batcave, but it\'s not. Off to the side,\nnear the monitor and chair setup, a black DIRECTOR eyeballs\nthe hustling, white crew.\n\nDIRECTOR\nLook at all these crackers, Seventy\nmillion dollars and I can\'t even get\na black grip?\n\nA white P.A. brings a cup of latte to the Director.\n\nP.A.\nHere\'s your coffee, sir.\n\nDIRECTOR\neyes the coffee\nYou spit in this?  Because I know\nall you white folks are pissed off\nthat the studio\'d entrust a multi-\nmillion dollar to a brother.\n\nP.A.\nI didn\'t spit in it, sir.\n\nDIRECTOR\nThen taste it! Go on!\n\nThe P.A. takes the cup and sips from it. He tries to hand it\nback to the Director.\n\nP.A.\nIt\'s all good, sir.\n\nDIRECTOR\nNo it ain\'t all good. Oh, you think\nI want it now, after your lips touched\nthe cup? Get the fuck off my set!\n\nP.A.\nYou the man, sir.\n\nDIRECTOR\nNo you the Man! And that\'s the\nproblem!\n\nThe Director glares at the scared P.A., as he cautiously\nskulks off. BANKY EDWARDS approaches.\n\nBANKY\nUh, Chaka? Yeah, hi--I\'m Banky\nEdwards, the creator of Bluntman and\nChronic. We met a few weeks back.\nI\'m the executive producer.\n\nDIRECTOR/CHAKA\nOh--you\'re the executive producer,\nhunh? Well go ""produce"" me a latte\nno white folks spit in--okay Fucky?\n\nBANKY\nBanky. I just wanted you to know\nthat I respect your work as an artist.\nI\'m something of an artist myself. I\nwas the inker on the comic book.\n\nCHAKA\nAn inker? What, like you trace?\n\nBanky\'s face drops as the A.D. joins them.\n\nA.D.\nBiggs and Van Der Beek are on the\nset, Chaka.\n\nCHAKA\nI don\'t see \'em. Where are they?\ninto bullhorn\nWHERE THE FUCK ARE THE STARS OF THIS\nPIECE OF SHIT?!\n\nOn the Bluntcave set, two massive doors open in the fake\nrock. Smoke pours in, and Jay and Silent Bob--now dressed as\nBLUNTMAN AND CHRONIC--step from the darkness. Jay and Bob\nsurvey the set, amazed.\n\nJAY\nThis must\'ve set \'em back a couple\nhundred bucks.\n\nCHAKA\nLook at this shit.\noff their outfits\nA gay hood ornament, and the color\nPurple.\n\nJAY\nWho the fuck are you?\n\nCHAKA\nWho the fuck am I? I\'m the fucking\ndirector, is who I am. Chaka Luther\nKing. The creator of all of this.\n\nJAY\nWait a sec--I thought Holden and\nBanky created this shit.\n\nCHAKA\nAnd I\'m stealing it. I\'m taking it\nback for all the shit you people\nhave stolen from us! Did you know, I\ncame up with the idea for Sesame\nStreet before PBS? I was going to\ncall it N.W.P.--Niggaz with Puppets.\nbeat\nAlright--enough small talk. Let\'s\nshoot it.\n\nChaka heads back toward his monitor. Jay and Bob are confused.\n\nJAY\nWait, wait, wait!! Aren\'t you gonna\ndirect us?\n\nCHAKA\nI\'ll be directing you to the food\nstamps line after I fire your ass,\nif you talk back like that to me\nagain!\n\nJAY\nBut we don\'t know what we\'re supposed\nto do here. We didn\'t even read the\nscript.\n\nCHAKA\nSo? Neither did I. Shit, neither did\nthe studio.\npointing O.C.\nLook man, it\'s not hard. In this\nscene, the bad guy breaks into the\nBluntcave.  You make up some shit,\nfight him for a while, I film it, I\nyell ""cut,"" and then head back to my\ntrailer, where I got more white women\nwaiting for me there than the first\nlifeboat off the Titanic!\nconfidentially\nThey all want a part of the movie,\nand I got just the part for \'em.\n\nJay and Silent Bob go wide-eyed, as Chaka heads off.\n\nCHAKA\nLET\'S ROLL WITH THE NEW!\n\nA.D. O.S.\nQUIET ON THE SET! THIS IS A TAKE!\n\nChaka climbs behind his monitor. The P.A. is waiting for him\nwith another cup of coffee.\n\nP.A.\nI got you another cup of coffee,\nsir. Spit free.\n\nChaka smacks the coffee out of his hand and sits down.\n\nThe Clapper/Loader jumps in front of the startled Jay and\nBob, getting ready.  After a beat, he turns to Silent Bob.\n\nCLAPPER/LOADER\nI just wanna say that I loved when\nyou fucked that pie.\ncalling off\nBLUNTMAN AND CHRONIC STRIKE BACK,\nSCENE THIRTY-SEVEN, TAKE ONE!\n\nThe clapper/Loader shuts the clapboard and races off. From\nbehind the monitor,\n\nChaka calls out--\n\nCHAKA\nACTION!\n\nJay and Bob as Bluntman and Chronic look at each other for\na beat. Then--\n\nJAY/CHRONIC\nUh--Snootchie Bootchies.\n\nSuddenly, the wall to their left explodes. Jay and Bob hit\nthe deck. Through the smoking rubble steps COCK-KNOCKER--the\narch--nemesis of Bluntman and Chronic.  He\'s a normal-looking\nman with huge, overgrown FISTS.\n\nJAY/CHRONIC\nWhat the fuck?\n\nCOCK-KNOCKER\nYou thought I\'d never find your\nprecious Bluntcave, did you, Hemp\nKnight? But now you and your sidekick\nare finally in the grasp of Cock-\nKnocker!\n\nJAY/CHRONIC\nWhy do they call you ""Cock-Knocker""?\n\nCock-Knocker slams one of his huge fists into Jay\'s balls.\nJay drops to his knees, wailing. Cock-Knocker then pulls a\nvibrator-looking device from his cape.  He presses a button\non it and a laser beam rises out of the vibrator, like a\nlight saber.\n\nCOCK-KNOCKER\nAny last words before I bust your\nballs, Bluntman?\n\nSilent Bob quickly looks right, then left. His eyes fall on--\n\nA wall of armaments, on which hands a SILVER BONG, under the\nplacard: BONG SABER--EXTREMELY EXPERIMENTAL. DO NOT USE.\nIt\'s out of his reach.\n\nSilent Bob closes his eyes, concentrating. He reached his\nhand out to the Bong Saber, attempting the Jedi Mind Trick.\n\nSuddenly, the Bong snaps from the armory into Bob\'s grip.\nThe Bong Saber blasts to life and Bob strikes a defensive\npose. Bob rushes the astonished Cock-Knocker and the pair\nstart light saber dueling.\n\nCHAKA\nfrom behind monitor\nDamn! Now that was one special effect!\nThis picture\'s gonna make House Party\nlook like House Party Two!\n\nA.D.\nOr House Party Three?\n\nCHAKA\nShut the fuck up!\n\nCock-Knocker battles Bob back. He vogues some impressive\nblade handling, prompting Bob to make a run for it--up the\nladder of the Bong Reactor and over Cock-Knocker\'s head. He\nlands behind Cock-Knocker, striking another pose.  Cock-\nKnocker then high- kicks Bob in the face, knocking him on\nhis ass across the floor. Cock-Knocker rushers over to deliver\na saber kill-shot, when we hear--\n\nJAY O.S.\nYO-BITCH-FISTS!\n\nCock-Knocker turns to see--\n\nJay, standing on the rotating monitor station, holding a\ndouble-sided saber. He clicks it and TWO beams emit a la\nthe Darth Maul light saber in Episode One.\n\nJAY\nCall me Darth Balls. Bunngg.\n\nJay leaps at Cock-Knocker, wielding the double-beamed Bong\nSaber.\n\nCHAKA\nfrom behind the\nmonitor\nI think George Lucas is going to sue\nsomebody--\n\nEXT. SOUNDSTAGE--DAY\n\nWillenholly\'s car screeches up, and Willenholly jumps with a\nshotgun. He slides across the hood of the car and lands beside\nthe flashing red light.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nlooking around\nSo, this is Hollywood?\nsuddenly full of\npurpose\nLights, camera, action, Jay and Silent\nBob.\n\nWillenholly cocks his shotgun and heads for the door.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE--DAY\n\nThe door bursts open, and Willenholly charges in, firing two\nshots, O.C.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nFREEZE YOU TERRORIST SONSABITCHES!!!\n\nWillenholly goes wide-eyed.\n\nIt\'s not Bluntcave. We\'re on a different soundstage, where a\nkid\'s movie\'s being shot: Mooby\'s Grand Adventure. There\'s a\nBarney-sized MOOBY surrounded by little KIDS. The Kids stare\nback at Willenholly terrified. The Mooby suit has smoking\nbullet holes in it. Mooby collapses.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nOh my God--\nto kids\nUm--sorry. That was supposed to be a\nwarning shot. Uh--it looks like I\'m\non the wrong, uh--wrong set.\n\nThe Kids look at the fallen Mooby. On looks angrily at the\nO.C. Willenholly.\n\nKID\nYou killed Mooby--\nto Kids\nLET\'S GET HIM!!!\n\nThe Kids charge Willenholly, who screams like a woman as\nhe\'s attacked.\n\nINT. SOUNDSTAGE--SAME\n\nJay attacks Cock-Knocker with his Bong Saber, full throttle.\n\nCOCK-KNOCKER\nbreaking character\nYou are not upstaging me, Van Der\nBeek!\n\nJay whacks away happily at the actor playing Cock-Knocker,\nhacking him up onto the ladder of the Bluntcave\'s nuclear\nreactor. Cock-Knocker climbs the ladder slightly to evade\nthe attack, dueling Jay back with the saber in his other\nhand.\n\nCOCK-KNOCKER\nto O.C. Chaka\nCHAKA--CALL OFF DAWSON! GIVE ME A\n""CUT""!\n\nOn cue, Jay delivers a kill-shot to one of Cock-Knocker\'s\nhuge fists, cutting it off a la Empire.\n\nSilent Bob joins Jay, as Jay turns off this double-Bong Saber,\nJay grins at Cock-Knocker.\n\nJAY\nNow whose balls have been busted,\nbitch?\n\nSuddenly, a gun shot rings out.\n\nAll turn to see a roughed-up Willenholly, training his gun\nfirst on Jay, then Bob.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nThe C.L.I.T. stops here, Jay and\nSilent Bob!\nrevealing badge:\ncalling out\nEveryone stay calm. I\'m a Federal\nWildlife Marshal. These men are the\nleaders of a terrorist organization\nwanted for the abduction of a monkey.\n\nVOICE O.S.\nThey didn\'t really steal that monkey.\n\nAll turn to see Justice approaching from the shadows.\nWillenholly trains his gun on her. Jay\'s mouth drops.\n\nJUSTICE\nIt was just a diversion so we could\nsteal these.\n\nJustice pulls the bag of diamonds from her jacket, revealing\nthem.\n\nJUSTICE\nAnd they\'re not the leaders of\nC.L.I.T. The C.L.I.T. is not real.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nNo--the clit\'s real. The female orgasm\nis a myth.\n\nJUSTICE\nto Jay\nAre you guys alright?\n\nJAY\nI thought you blew up, Boo Boo Kitty\nFuck.\n\nJUSTICE\nsmiling\nYou remembered.\nback to business\nIt was a frame-up, Jay. Sissy. Missy,\nChrissy, and I are international\njewel thieves. We were setting you\nup as a patsy, but I couldn\'t go\nthrough with it, because I... because\nI love you.\n\nJAY\nYeah? So that means you\'ll fuck me,\nright?\n\nVOICE O.S.\nIf she does, it\'ll be considered\nnecrophilia.\n\nAll turn to see Sissy, Missy, and Chrissy slinking from the\nshadows, guns drawn.\n\nSISSY\nBecause she\'s gonna be one dead bitch.\nto Justice\nHi, Jussy. We catch you at a bad\ntime?\n\nMISSY\nYou should\'ve just let these guys go\ndown, Jussy.\n\nJAY\nHey, I wanted to go down, but I was\nwaiting until I got to know her a\nlittle better. See, there was this\nlittle angel on my shoulder, and he\nsaid--\n\nCHRISSY\nShut the fuck up before I shoot you\nwhere you stand in your pansy red\nbooties.\n\nJAY\nlooking down\nHoly shit, I am wearing pansy red\nbooties!\nto Bob\nMan--why the fuck didn\'t you tell\nme?\n\nSISSY\nLet\'s have those diamonds, Jussy.\n\nJUSTICE\nI can\'t do that, Sissy\n\nSISSY\npoints her gun at\nJay\nThen lover--boy gets one in the brain.\n\nCHAKA\nYO!\n\nAll turn to look at Chaka.\n\nCHAKA\nWould any of you lovely ladies like\na private audition to be in my movie?\n\nJustice high-kicks the gun out of Sissy\'s hand. It lands on\nthe ground discharging. Then everyone starts shooting and\nrunning for cover.\n\nJay and Silent Bob hurl themselves over the Bluntmobile.\n\nMissy and Chrissy flip over a lavish, exquisitely-packed\ncraft service table labeled. CAST. They pop back up and start\nfiring at Willenholly. Willenholly leaps behind a barren\ncraft service table that holds a bag of Smarties and a dented\ncan of RC Cola. He pops up and returns fire. When both are\nout of bullets, they drop back down behind the table and\nreload. From behind his table,\n\nWillenholly yells--\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWHY ARE YOU SHOOTING AT ME?!?! I\'M\nJUST A FEDERAL WILDLIFE MARSHAL!!!\n\nCHRISSY\nTWO REASONS: ONE--WE\'RE WALKING,\nTALKING BAD GIRLS, CLICHES!\n\nMISSY\nAND TWO: BECAUSE YOU\'RE A MAN.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nONLY ON THE OUTSIDE!\n\nThe Girls and Willenholly both pop back up and open fire\nagain.\n\nChaka ducks behind the monitor.\n\nCHAKA\nA shitload of white people with guns?\nTime to get my black ass out of here!\n\nHe races off, passing Justice and Sissy, who circle each\nother defensively, striking kung fu poses.\n\nSISSY\nYou really let me down, Justice.\nThrowing it all away for a little\nstoner with bad pronunciation.\n\nJAY O.S.\nHEY!\n\nJUSTICE\nignoring him\nWhat\'s it gonna be, Sissy? Which\nfighting style do you want me to\nkick your ass in?\n\nSISSY\nAre you kidding me? I taught you all\nall your moves myself. There\'s not a\nstyle you can bust that I can\'t defend\nagainst.\n\nJUSTICE\nYou\'re no match for my ""Shaolin Monk.""\n\nSISSY\nYeah, but I can bury you with my\n""Crouching Tiger.""\n\nJUSTICE\nA little ""Venus\'s--flytrap""?\n\nSISSY\nI\'ll counter with ""Dragon Crane.""\n\nJUSTICE\nHow about a little ""Bitch, My Man\nAin\'t Yo Baby\'s Daddy""?\n\nSISSY\nbeat; smiles\nBring it on.\n\nJustice rushes Sissy and instead of sleek kung fu, they launch\ninto a down-and-dirty, girl\'s cat-fight; hair pulling and\nscreaming.\n\nBehind the Bluntmobile, Jay and Bob watch all the action.\n\nJAY\nYo--I hope one of \'em rips the other\none\'s shirt off and we see some tit.\n\nBoth Bob and Jay smile at each other, nodding. Banky joins\nthem, crawling in on his belly, covering his head.\n\nBANKY\nMister Biggs? Mister Van Der Beek? I\njust wanted to say hi. I\'m--\n\nJAY\nBanky fucking Edwards! Just the\nmotherfucker we came to see!\n\nBANKY\nshocked\nHoly shit! What the fuck are you\nguys doing here?!\n\nSissy has Justice on her belly, banging her face into the\nfloor, screeching.  Jay, Bob, and Banky continue.\n\nBANKY\nStop the movie?! Are you crazy?!\n\nJAY\nAll these assholes are calling us\nnames on the Internet, \'cause of\nthis stupid movie!\n\nBANKY\nI feel for you boys--I really do.\nThose Net snipers can be really cruel.\nBut Miramax paid me a shitload of\nmoney for Bluntman and Chronic, so\nit occurs to me that people bad-\nmouthing you on some web-site is\nnone of my FUCKING CONCERN!\n\nSILENT BOB\nOh--but I think it is.\n\nBanky stares at Silent Bob, agog, Jay rolls his eyes.\n\nJAY\nHere we go again--\n\nSILENT BOB\nShut the fuck up.\nto Banky\nWe had a deal with you on the comics\nfor likeness rights. And as we\'re\nnot only the artistic basis but also\nthe character basis for your\nintellectual property, Bluntman and\nChronic, when we said property was\noptioned by Miramax Films you were\nlegally obliged to secure our\npermission to transfer the concept\nto another medium. As you failed to\ndo that, you\'re in breach of the\noriginal contract--ergo, you find\nyourself in a very actionable\nposition.\n\nBanky stares at Bob, even more agog, joined by Jay. After a\nbeat, Jay adds--\n\nJAY\nYeah.\n\nJustice now has the advantage over Sissy, holding her head\nand kicking her in the face, repeatedly, screaming.\n\nBANKY\nSo, what do you guys want, to go\naway and take your lady friends with\nyou?\n\nJAY\nShitcan this movie so we don\'t get\ncalled names on the Internet anymore.\n\nBANKY\nEven if there\'s no movie, people are\nstill free to talk shit about you on\nthe Internet. That\'s what the\nInternet\'s for: slandering others\nanonymously.  Stopping the flick\nisn\'t going to stop that!\n\nIn the background, we see Justice high-kick Sissy into the\nair.\n\nJAY\nWell this isn\'t fair!  We went to\nHollywood, I fell in love, we stole\na monkey, we got shot at, and got\npunched in the motherfucking nuts!\nWe ain\'t leaving empty-handed!\n\nOn cue, Sissy drops from above, landing in Jay\'s lap.\n\nJAY\nWhat\'s up baby? You look good!\n\nBANKY\nIsn\'t that your girlfriend\'s enemy?\n\nJAY\nOh yeah.\npushing Sissy off\nhim\nGet the fuck offa me, pig!\n\nSissy races at Justice, leaping atop her, pulling her hair.\n\nJay, Bob, and Banky continue.\n\nBANKY\nYou guys are gonna ruin my movie\ncareer.\n\nJAY\nWell, we want something for our mental\nanguish.\n\nBANKY\nTell you what: we\'ll settle this\nmonetarily. I\'ll give you half of\nwhat I made.\n\nJAY\nHalf?!?\n\nBANKY\nHalf\'s not good enough?  Fine--I\'ll\ngive you two-thirds of what I made!\n\nJAY\nFuck-you--you already said half? You\ncan\'t take it back!\n\nSilent Bob rolls his eyes, Banky shakes Jay\'s hand.\n\nBANKY\nDone\n\nJustice throws Sissy off, onto the floor. Both get up, facing\neach other.\n\nSISSY\nYour shit is so tired, Justice!\n\nJUSTICE\nCall me Boo-Boo Kitty Fuck--BITCH!\n\nJustice high-kicks Sissy and she goes flying across the stage.\n\nSissy sails toward the craft service table, landing atop\nMissy and Chrissy, knocking them out.\n\nWillenholly stands to see why the girls stopped shooting.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nHello? Truce?\nbeat\nI think I killed both of them.\n\nSuddenly, he lets out a shriek and falls forward, revealing\na tranquilizer dart in his ass, and SUZANNE standing behind\nhim, holding the gun up in the air.  Justice surveys her\nhandiwork for a beat, then calls off toward the Bluntmobile.\n\nJUSTICE\nC\'mon guys. It\'s over.\n\nJay, Bob, and Banky pop up from behind the car and join her.\n\nJAY\nYo, I was just about to jump in there\nand get your back.\n\nThen, the SOUND of SIRENS rings out in the distance.\n\nJAY\nHoly shit, the cops! We gotta get\nout of here!\n\nJUSTICE\nNo. I\'m tired of running.\n\nJustice lifts Willenholly into a sitting position and taps\nhis face.\n\nJUSTICE\nYou awake, Marshal? Marshal?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\ntries to move but\ncan\'t\nOh my God, I\'m paralyzed. The monkey\nshot me in the ass and paralyzed me!\nOh the irony!\n\nJUSTICE\noff Suzanne\'s gun\nYou\'re not paralyzed. It was just a\ntranquilizer.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nJesus! Tranqued by a little monkey!\nMy friends in the Bureau are never\ngonna let me live this down!\n\nJUSTICE\nYou have friends in the F.B.I.?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\ncrying\nThey all made it in, but I failed\nthe exam. Why the hell else do you\nthink I became a Federal Wildlife\nMarshal? \'Cause I\'m a joke!\n\nJustice looks toward the direction of the sirens, thinking.\nThen--\n\nJUSTICE\nMaybe not. I can make you a deal\nthat\'ll get you into the F.B.I.,\nregardless of test scores.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWhat kind of deal?\n\nJUSTICE\nYou drop the charges against Jay and\nSilent Bob and say you never found\nthe ape.  Make sure the world knows\nthey\'re not in control of any C.L.I.T.\n\nJAY\nNow wait a second--\n\nJUSTICE\nI\'ll explain later, Jay\nto Willenholly\nIn exchange, I\'ll give you the\ndiamonds I stole, and turn in Sissy,\nMissy, Chrissy, and myself. But I\nwant a reduced sentence.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYou\'d be willing to do that?\n\nJUSTICE\noff Jay\nFor him? I\'d be willing to do\nanything.\n\nJustice stands and takes Jay by the hands.\n\nJUSTICE\nI\'m an international jewel thief\nwho\'s facing a jail sentence.\n\nJAY\nThat\'s alright. I\'m a junkie with a\nmonkey.\n\nJUSTICE\nIf I go to prison, will you wait for\nme?\n\nJAY\nI don\'t know. Will we fuck when you\nget out?\n\nJustice smiles and kisses Jay Passionately. The kiss should\nsay it all, but--\n\nJAY\nDon\'t change the subject. Will we\nfuck when you get out?\n\nJUSTICE\nSnoogans.\n\nJustice and Jay kiss again.\n\nSuzanne reached up to Silent Bob, who picks her up. She grabs\nhis face and kisses him.\n\nWillenholly looks to Banky.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nWow. There\'s a lot of love in the\nroom.\n\nBANKY\nRegardless of what you may have heard.\nI do not kiss guys.\n\nEXT. SOUNDSTAGE--LATER\n\nJustice and Jay are still kissing, until Willenholly pulls\nher away and loads her into the waiting Cop Car.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nSorry, Justice. We\'ve gotta go.\nto Jay: friendly\nHey--stop stealing monkeys.\n\nJAY\nFuck you.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nFair enough.\n\nWillenholly closes the door behind Justice and gets in the\ncar.\n\nJUSTICE\nto Jay\nWait for me.\n\nJAY\nWhat--here?\n\nJay looks at Justice, confused, as the Cruiser pulls away,\nleaving Jay, Bob, Suzanne, and Banky. They start walking\ndown the lot.\n\nBANKY\nWell, boys--you\'re rich in love--\nindicating Jay\nWell, you\'re in love. And to top\nthat off, you\'ve got your own monkey.\nWhat more could two guys from Jersey\npossibly want?\n\nJAY\nAll those fucks to stop talking shit\nabout us on the Internet, for\nstarters.\n\nBANKY\nWhat do I keep telling you? There\'s\nnot much you can do to stop that.\nWell, short of showing up at all\ntheir houses and beating the shit\nout of them, I guess.\n\nJay and Bob suddenly freeze. They look at each other and\nsmile.\n\nJAY\nto Bob\nYou know--with all that money we\'re\ngonna make we can buy a lotta plane\ntickets.\n\nSTART THE JAY AND BOB KICKASS MONTAGE\n\nEXT. SKY--DAY\n\nA passenger JET flies through the sky.\n\nEXT. SUBURBAN STREET--DAY\n\nJay and Bob stand across the street from a house. They check\nthe address on the big ream of paper they\'re carrying, nod\nat each other, and cross the street.\n\nINT. HOUSE--DAY\n\nThe doorbell rings. A MOTHER answers it to see Jay and Silent\nBob standing in the doorway.\n\nMOTHER\nCan I help you?\n\nJAY\nYes. Ma\'am, Does--\nreading of paper\nWilliam Dusky live here?\n\nMOTHER\nYes. He\'s my son.\n\nJAY\nMay we talk to him, please.\n\nMOTHER\nOne moment.\n\nShe walks away. After a beat, a fifteen-year-old KID comes\nto the door.\n\nKID\nYeah?\n\nJAY\nYo--do you post as--\nreading off paper\nMagnolia-Fan on Movie Poop Shoot.com?\n\nKID\nYeah.\n\nJAY\nAnd did you write ""Fuck Jay and Silent\nBob. Fuck them up their stupid asses?\n\nKID\nYeah, a while ago. So?\n\nJay and Bob nod at each other, then grab the KID, pull him\noutside, and start beating the shit out of him on his front\nlawn.\n\nEXT. SKY--DAY\n\nThe passenger jet flies again, this time in the opposite\ndirection.\n\nEXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE--DAY\n\nJay and Bob knocking at another door. Another MOTHER answers.\nThey speak, she heads inside, and another KID comes to the\ndoor.\n\nJAY\nOn Movie Poop Shoot.com. did you say\nJay and Silent Bob--\nreading off paper\n""--are fucking clown shoes. If they\nwere real, I\'d beat the shit out of\nthem for being so stupid.""\n\nKID\nchuckling\nYeah.\n\nJAY\nReally--\n\nAgain, Jay and Bob pull the Kid outside and beat the shit\nout of him.\n\nINT. CONVENIENCE STORE--DAY\n\nJay and Bob beat the shit out of a CLERK.\n\nEXT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY--DAY\n\nJay and Bob beat the shit out of a WOMAN.\n\nEXT. RECTORY--DAY\n\nJay and Bob beat the shit out of a PRIEST.\n\nINT. OFFICE--DAY\n\nJay and Bob beat the shit out of a BUSINESSMAN.\n\nEXT. MOVIE THEATRE--NIGHT\n\nThe marquee reads: JASON BIGGS AND JAMES VAN DER BEEK ARE\nBLUNTMAN AND CHRONIC!\n\nWORLD PREMIERE!\n\nThe front doors open and the CROWD lets out. First we see\nDANTE and RANDAL.\n\nRANDAL\nNow that was worse then Clash of the\nTitans.\n\nDANTE\nI still can\'t believe Judy Dench\nplayed me.\n\nRANDAL\nHey--remind me to renew that\nrestraining order.\n\nDANTE\nWhy?\n\nRANDAL\nBecause I\'m gonna blast the flick on\nthe Internet tonight.\n\nSTEVE-DAVE and WALT exit.\n\nSTEVE-DAVE\nWhy can\'t Hollywood ever make a decent\ncomic book movie?\n\nWALT\nTell\'em Steve-Dave!\n\nSTEVE-DAVE\nWould you stop saying that?\n\nALYSSA and TRISH come out.\n\nTRISH\nWell, that was just another paean to\nmale adolescence and its refusal to\ngrow up.\n\nALYSSA\nYeah, sis--but it was better than\nMallrats. At least Holden had the\ngood sense to keep his name off of\nit.\n\nTRISH\nWhy wouldn\'t Miramax option his other\ncomic instead? You know--the one he\ndrew about you and him and your\nrelationship?\n\nALYSSA\nYou mean Chasing Amy? That would\nnever work as a movie.\n\nBANKY and HOOPER exit.\n\nBANKY\nI\'m so fucking embarrassed--\n\nHOOPER\nHoney, you should be. They took your\ncharacters and reduced them to one\nninety-minute-long-gay joke. It was\nlike watching Batman and Robin again.\n\nBANKY\nThanks. That means a lot coming from\nthe guy who pretends to be Shaft as\nopposed to the guy who takes shaft.\n\nHOOPER\nI don\'t hear you complaining nightly.\nIn fact, the only thing I do hear\nyou say is ""Yes, Hooper! Cradle the\nballs and work the shaft!""\n\nBANKY\nlooking around\nHey! Hey! What\'d we say? Not in\npublic!\n\nA guy behind them calls out to Banks.\n\nGUY\nNice movie, you fucking Tracer!\n\nBANKY\nrecognizing him\nYou--!\n\nGUY\nThat\'s right, you sonovabitch! I\'m\nback for round two!\n\nBanky grabs the guy by the throat and starts choking him,\nwhile Hooper tries to break them up.\n\nWILLENHOLLY exits with Justice in hand-and leg cuffs and a\nprison uniform.  They\'re flanked by two ARMED PRISON GUARDS.\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nYou know, I don\'t get out to the\nmovies much. But I\'d have to say\nBluntman and Chronic was Blunt-tastic!\n\nJUSTICE\nAre these leg cuffs really necessary?\n\nWILLENHOLLY\nDon\'t make me shoot you, Justice.\n\nAnd finally, Jay and Silent Bob come out.\n\nJAY\nYO! THE PARTY\'S ACROSS THE STREET,\nFEATURING THE GREATEST BAND IN THE\nWORLD: MORRIS DAY AND THE TIME!!!\n\nWHIP PAN to Morris day and The Time on stage, performing\n""The Bird."" During the song, Morris points to--\n\nJay and Bob, who are dancing with Suzanne and Justice who\'s\nstill in cuffs, flanked by the Guards. Jay looks to Bob,\nthey nod at each other and--\n\nJay and Silent Bob, join Morris Day and the TIME onstage,\nand dance us out to the coda, which reads--\n\nCODA\n\nBluntman and Chronic Strike Back went on to make a mere 2.3\nmillion at the box office. It was the biggest commercial\nfailure in the history of Miramax films.  The film was roundly\ndrubbed as a bad idea by the denizens of the Internet chat\nboards, and over the course of the next year, while they\nwaited for the Quick Stop restraining order to expire, Jay\nand Silent Bob tracked them all down and beat the shit out\nof them.\n\nCREDITS. THEN--\n\nINT. NOWHERE\n\nA familiar WOMAN closes a book that\'s marked: THE VIEW\nASKEWNIVERSE. She puts the book down, smiles at us and skips\noff.\n\nTHE ENDEmbed', 'default'",2
8414,Enya___Only_If,happy,"""Only If...  [English  ]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen there's a shadow you reach for the sun\nWhen there is love then you look for the one\nAnd for the promises there is the sky\nAnd for the heavens are those who can fly\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you really want to you can hear me say\nOnly if you want to will you find a way\nIf you really want to you can seize the day\nOnly if you want to will you fly away\n[Post-Chorus]\nDa-da duh-da, da-da-da duh-da\nDa-da duh-da, da-da-da duh-da\nDa-da duh-da, da-da-da duh-da\nDa-da duh da\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen there's a journey you follow a star\nWhen there's an ocean you sail from afar\nAnd for the broken heart there is the sky\nAnd for tomorrow are those who can fly\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you really want to you can hear me say\nOnly if you want to will you find a way\nIf you really want to you can seize the day\nOnly if you want to will you fly away\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDa-da duh-da, da-da-da duh-da\nDa-da duh-da, da-da-da duh-da\nDa-da duh da\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you really want to you can hear me say\nOnly if you want to will you find a way\nIf you really want to you can seize the day\nOnly if you want to will you fly away\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAh! Je voudrais voler\nComme un oiseau d'aile\nAh! Je voudrais voler\nComme un oiseau d'aile, d'aile...\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you really want to you can hear me say\nOnly if you want to will you find a way\nIf you really want to you can seize the day\nOnly if you want to will you fly away\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Outro]\nIf you really want to you can seize the day\nOnly if you want to will you fly away",0
6966,Devendra_Banhart___My_Ships,happy,"""My Ships  My ships are frozen sticks\nThey lay stuck to the floor\nMy wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks\nThey don't float anymore\n\nAnd my tongure, it's a carbine scrolled\nDoesn't run anymore\n\nAnd my friends are all useless lense\nThey don't see anymore\nAnd all my chicks are all useless hens\nThey don't lay anymore\nAnd my fists are plastic dice\nThey're the shape of the sun\nYeah\n\nAnd my love is a so long song\nGone forever more\nAnd I like where I\nYeah, I love where I\nAnd I like where I live",0
1986,Asylum_Street_Spankers___Beer,happy,"""Beer  [Verse 1: Asylum Street Spankers]\nSpeed is a drag it's a big big drag\nSet your mind on fire make your organs sag\nCoke is a joke rather take a toke\nThan be broken and a choking with your brain cells smoking\nTripping on acid makes you flaccid\nDMT too rich for me\nHeroin; aquarium; a nice pine box to bury in\nMarijuana makes me wanna eat candy and eat Madonna\nWith her hair bleached by peroxide\nHuffing on some Nitrous Oxide\n[Chorus: Asylum Street Spankers]\nWell I've tried them all and I might sound queer\nBut my favorite drug is a nice cold beer\n\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer\n\n[Verse 2: Asylum Street Spankers]\nI get thrills from pills but mostly chills from Robitussin and a bottle of Nyquil\nEcstasy's okay with me\nOn airplane glue you sneeze ahchew\nMohawk girl with a needle in her neck\nNervous wreck, can I call collect?\nNicotine is so obscene\nAnd caffeine only makes me mean\nHuffing spray paint ain't so quaint\nIt gives you headaches and makes you faint\nHash is a gas like a blast from the past\nBut trying to hunt it down is a pain in the ass\n\n[Chorus: Asylum Street Spankers]\nWell I tried them all and I might sound queer\nBut my favorite drug is a nice cold beer\n\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer\n\n[Verse 1: Asylum Street Spankers]\nSpeed is a drag it's a big big drag\nSet your mind on fire make your organs sag\nCoke is a joke rather take a toke\nThan be broken and a choking with your brain cells smoking\nTripping on acid makes you flaccid\nDMT too rich for me\nHeroin; aquarium; a nice pine box to bury in\nMarijuana makes me wanna eat candy and screw Madonna\nWith her hair bleached by peroxide\nHuffing on some Nitrous Oxide\nYou might also like[Chorus: Asylum Street Spankers]\nWell I've tried them all and I might sound queer\nBut my favorite drug is a nice cold beer\n\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer\n\n[Verse 2: Asylum Street Spankers]\nI get thrills from pills but mostly chills from Robitussin and a bottle of Nyquil\nEcstasy's okay with me\nOn airplane glue you sneeze ahchew\nMohawk girl with a needle in her neck\nNervous wreck, can I call collect?\nNicotine is so obscene\nAnd caffeine only makes me mean\nHuffing spray paint ain't so quaint\nIt gives you headaches and makes you faint\nHash is a gas like a blast from the past\nBut trying to hunt it down is a pain in the ass\n\n[Chorus: Asylum Street Spankers]\nWell I tried them all and I might sound queer\nBut my favorite drug is a nice cold beer\n\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer\n\n[Reprise: Asylum Street Spankers]\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer\nBeer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, beer beer beer beer, we love beer",0
5365,Chris_Rice___When_Did_You_Fall,happy,"""When Did You Fall  You're all smiles and silly conversations\nAs if this sunny day came just for you\nYou twist your hair, your smile and you turn your eyes away\nCome on tell me what's right with you\nNow it dawns on me probably everybody's talking\nThere's something here I'm supposed to realize\nYour secret's out and the universe laughs at its joke on me\nI just caught it in your eyes\nIt's a beautiful surprise\n\nWhen did you fall in love with me?\nWas it out of the blue?\n'Cause I swear I never knew it\nWhen did you let your heart run free?\nHave you been waiting long?\nWhen did you fall in love with me?\nWhen did you fall in love?\nMake your way over here, sit down by this fool and let's rewind\nCome on let's go back and replay all our scenes\nPoint out the hints, the clues, the twists and the smiles this time\nAll the ones that slipped by me\nI bet my face is red and you can hear my heart pounding\nWell I guess it don't matter now that I realize\n'Cause baby I missed it then, but I can surely see you now\nRight here before my eyes\nYou're my beautiful surprise\n\nWhen did you fall in love with me?\nWas it out of the blue?\n'Cause I swear I never knew it\nWhen did you let your heart run free?\nHave you been waiting long?\nWhen did you fall in love with me?\nWhen did you fall in love?\n\nWas it at the coffee shop?\nOr was it that morning at the bus stop?\nWhen you almost slipped and I caught your hand\nOr the time we built the snowman?\nThe day at the beach, sandy and warm\nOr the night with the scary thunderstorm?\nI never saw the signs\nAnd we've got to make up for lost time\nAnd I can tell now by the way you're looking at me\nI better finish this song so my lips will be free\nYeah\nYou might also likeHave you been waiting long?\nWhen did you fall in love?\nI kept you waiting so long\nWhen did you fall?\nHave you been waiting long?\nWhen did you fall in love with me?\n\nWhen did you fall in love?\n\nWas it at the coffee shop?\nOr that morning at the bus stop?\nI never saw the signs\nNo, no\n\n'Cause I'm gonna fall\nI'm gonna fall\nI'm about to fall in love\nAnd I need to know\nWhen did you fall for me?\n\nMy lips will be free\nMy lips are free\nMy lips are free",0
4704,Calexico___Alone_Again_Or,sad,"'Alone Again Or  Yeah\nI said it\'s alright\nI won\'t forget\nAll the times I\'ve waited patiently for you\nAnd you\'ll do just what you choose to do\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nYeah\nI heard a funny thing\nSomebody said to me\n""You know that I could be in love with almost everyone\nAnd I think that people are the greatest fun""\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nWhooooop!\n\nYeah\nI heard a funny thing\nSomebody said to me\n""You know that I could be in love with almost everyone;\nI think that people are the greatest fun""\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dear\n\nAnd I will be alone again tonight, my dearYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7624,EDGUY___Another_Time,sad,"""Another Time  The rain outside reminds me of your voice\nLike everything I hear since you're not there\nAnd distance doesn't leave me any choice\nThan to meet you in a dream we still can share\n\nIn my dream I see your smile\nBut when I open up my eyes\nI can't see anyone\nNow that you have gone away\nI wonder if we'll reach the day\nThat you will realize that we belong\nI can't take it for granted\nI remember your smile\nI can't take it for granted\n'Cause I know that our life is in line\nFor another day or life in another time\nIn another time\nIn another time\n\nThe pressure and the fear, it made you blind\nThought you've to give some burden away\nBut are you really sure if it's required?\nDon't you want to find out another day?\n\nIn my dream I see your smile\nBut when I open up my eyes\nI can't see anyone\nNow that you have gone away\nI wonder if we'll reach the day\nThat you will realize that we belong\n\nI can't take it for granted\nI remember your smile\nI can't take it for granted\n'Cause I know our life is in line\nFor another day or life in another time\nYou might also likeI can't take it for granted - I can't take it\nI remember your smile - I remember\nI can't take it for granted - I can't take it\n'Cause I know our life is in line\nFor another day or life in another time\nIn another time",1
3600,Blu_Cantrell___Sleep_In_The_Middle,sad,"""Sleep in the Middle  [Verse 1:]\nBad ass decisions made\nFrom a fear of being alone\nAll by myself again\nSitting in the den\nAnd looking at the phone as if it owes\n\nOwes me a favor\nAs I reverse my earlier\nMaking of a king-sized bed\nAnd as a queen without a king\nNow I realize\n[Chorus:]\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nMiddle of my bed\nAlone and not hurting over you\n\nThat's better than sleeping\nOn the side crying at night\nSilently watching you sleep\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\n\n[Verse 2:]\nNow you think I'm jealous of her\nBut she's probably jealous of me\nBecause I'm free\n\nI am free of you\nI know you're crazy about her\nAnd you'll continue to be\nUntil she falls deep in love with you\n\n[Pre-Chorus:]\n'Cause it pleases you to\nLove someone who don't love you\nIt's the getting\nNot the having that pleases you\nYou might also like[Chorus:]\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nI'd rather\nMiddle of my bed\nIn the middle of my bed, yeah\n\nAlone and not hurting over you\nI'm not gonna hurt, baby, no\nThat's better than\nSleeping on the side crying at night Oh\nSilently watching you sleep\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\n\n[Pre-Chorus:]\n'Cause it pleases you to love\nSomeone who don't love you\nIt's the getting\nNot the having that pleases\nYou!\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\n\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nMiddle of my bed\nMiddle of my bed\nAlone and not hurting over you\nAlone in my bed\nNo, no, no, no\nThat's better than\nSleeping on the side crying at night Baby, yeah\nSilently watching you sleep Yeah\n\nI'll sleep in the middle\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nI'd rather sleep in the middle, the middle, the middle\n\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nI'd rather sleep in the middle, the middle, the middle\nI'd rather sleep in the middle\nOh!\nI'd rather sleep in the middle",1
6022,Cris_Delanno___Isnt_She_Lovely,happy,"""Isn’t she lovely  Isn't she lovely\nIsn't she wonderfull\nIsn't she precious\nLess than one minute old\nI never thought through love we'd be\nMaking one as lovely as she\nBut isn't she lovely made from love\n\nIsn't she pretty\nTruly the angel's best\nBoy, I'm so happy\nWe have been heaven blessed\nI can't believe what God has done\nThrough us he's given life to one\nBut isn't she lovely made from love\nIsn't she lovely\nLife and love are the same\nLife is Aisha\nThe meaning of her name\nLondie, it could have not been done\nWithout you who conceived the one\nThat's so very lovely made from love",0
2269,Azam_Ali___Forty_One_Ways,sad,"""Forty One Ways  Forty one ways to die\nOne strong will to live\nWorld's gone all awry\nFaith is the battlefield\n\nTender, I feel\nAnd the wheels turn\nTo fortify a design of free will\n\nForty one ways to die\nOne strong pain to feel\nStrapped to a suicide\nWith just one more place to be\nTender, I feel\nAnd the wheels turn\nTo fortify a design of free will\n\nWe test, we form, we fear, we tilt\nWe strive, we fall, we want, we kill\nAnd we hail, and we doubt\nAnd with all waisted\nWe heal, and we call\nWe atone kneeled here\nAnd will stray fortified\nIn a windfall",1
6901,Deportees___Damaged_Goods,happy,"""Damaged Goods  You can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\n\nIn my head there's a thousand eyes\nThey won their freedom\nBecame a thousand spies\nAnother head hits the concrete\nAnd it happened down on my street\nBut his blood is gonna bleed\nAnd it's all, baby it's all for me to see\nHe came out on the losing end\nSo he went out\nAnd then he shot a friend\nMy eyes they took me for a ride\nMade it seem a suicide\nBut his blood is gonna bleed\nAnd it's all for me to see\n\nLooking at you\nYou look a lot like me\nIt seems we are from the same factory\nWe are the ones who'd rather go blind\n\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\n\nIn your skull there's a thousand eyes\nThey're all the same\nAnd they're all to blame\nThere's somebody watching you\nAnd you don't know what to do\nBut your blood is gonna bleed\nAnd it's all for me to see\n\nYou got eyes and they'll drive you mad\nThere'll be no sleep\nIn the head of the fly\nNo one is there to hear you call\nNo one will catch you when fall\nBut your blood is gonna bleed\nAnd it's all for us to see\nYou might also likeLooking at you\nYou look a lot like me\nIt seems we are from the same factory\nWe are the ones who'd rather go blind\n\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good\nYou can argue baby but we're damaged goods for good",0
6082,Culture_Club___Ill_Tumble_4_Ya,calm,"""I’ll Tumble 4 Ya  Downtown, we'll drown\nWe're in our never splendor\nFlowers, showers\nWho's got the new boy gender?\nI'll be your baby, I'll be your score\nI'll run the gun for you\nAnd so much more\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for you\nUptown, their sound\nIt's like the native, you send her\nJunction, function\nThe boy with pop is slender\nDid he say maybe, or I'm not sure?\nHe'll be a boy for you, but you need more\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for you\n\nI get a crazy feeling\nWhich paces in my head\nIt's nothing that you do to me\nIt's nothing that you said\nIt's love in stereo\nAnd when I can't let go\nI say\n\nI'll be your baby, I'll be your score\nI'll run the gun for you\nAnd so much more\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for ya\nI'll tumble for youYou might also like4",2
3675,Blue_Six___All_I_Need_Jimpster_Remix,calm,"""All I Need Jimpster Remix  You never have to lie\nDon't build a wall and hide behind it\nLet's see what we can find\nLet me show you what I like\n\nDon't waste another night\nLet's build a dream and live inside it\nDon't be afraid to fly\nBaby, show me what you like\n\nAll I want baby\nIs to have enough\nAll I need angel\nIs someone to trust\nAll I fear sugar\nIs to care too much\nAll I need baby\nIs to know I'm loved\nI want us to be right\nTo have out hearts both come alive here\nI pray our dreams survive\nBaby, give your love tonight\n\nAll I want baby\nIs to have enough\nAll I need angel\nIs someone to trust\nAll I fear sugar\nIs to care too much\nAll I need baby\nIs to know I'm loved",2
9408,Fra_Lippo_Lippi___Everytime_I_See_You,happy,"""Everytime I See You  Life it seems, slips away\nJust like any dream\nAll I want is all I need\nStill I ask for more\n\nSay, say why is it so\nWait, wait don't let me know\n\nEverytime I see you\nMy life turns upside down\nEverytime I see you I know\nLove it seems, slips away\nJust like any dream\nI failed to see this memory\nMeans so much to me\n\nSay, say why is it so\nWait, wait don't let me know\n\nEverytime I see you\nMy life turns upside down\nTried so hard to find out\nHow to make you come back\nBut even if I told you\nI can't hold you again\nEverytime I see you I know\n\nEverytime I see you\nMy life turns upside down\nI tried so hard to find out\nHow to make you come back\nBut even if I told you\nI can't hold you again\nEverytime I see you I know\n\nEverytime I see you\nMy life turns upside down\nEverytime I see you I know",0
7685,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___My_Kingdom,sad,"""My Kingdom  [Verse]\nI chop and I change and the mystery thickens\nThere's blood on my hands and you want me to listen\nTo brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle\nBorn of the grain like all good riddles\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom kingdom kingdom\n[Verse]\nYou kill when you talk and the enemy weakens\nYour words start to walk when you're not even speaking\nIf my heart is a war its soldiers are bleeding\nIf my heart is a war its soldiers are dead\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom kingdom kingdom\n\n[Bridge]\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do, do do do do do do do\n\n[Verse]\nI've lost and I've gained and while I was thinking\nYou cut off my hands when I wanted to twist\nIf you know how to dance to Boney Maroney\nHe's doing the ballet on both of his wrists\n\n[Chorus]\nB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nThy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour k-k- k- k- k- kingdom, king-k- k- k- k-\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also likeB-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the roof top\nAnd thy will be done\nB-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of\nYour king- kingdom, kingdom, kingdom\n\n[Outro]\nYou're a bitter malign person\nAnd the di-di-did death is well overdue\nKing of Pain\nKing of Pain\nYou suck the blood that kills you\nKing of Pain\nYou kiss the hand that hates you\nKing of Pain\nYou're a bitter malign person\nKing of Pain\nAnd your death is well overdue\nKing of Pain\nYou're a sucking, bitter pain\nKing of Pain1",1
4444,Bruce_Springsteen___Blood_Brothers,happy,"""Blood Brothers  [Verse 1]\nWe played king of the mountain out on the end\nThe world come charging up the hill, and we were women and men\nNow there's so much that time, time and memory fade away\nWe got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take\nWe stood side by side each one fighting for the other\nWe said until we died we'd always be blood brothers\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away\nMaking a fool's joke out of the promises we make\nAnd what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray\nWe lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay\nAnd it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover\nWith no one running by your side my blood brother\n[Verse 3]\nOn through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks\nAlways moving ahead and never looking back\nNow I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight\nIf I've fallen beneath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight\nI don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call\nOr if any of this matters anymore after all\nBut the stars are burning bright like some mystery uncovered\nI'll keep moving through the dark with you in my heart\nMy blood brotherSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like3",0
1552,AntiFlag___One_People__One_Struggle,happy,"'One People, One Struggle  [Intro]\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\n\nAway!\n\n[Verse 1]\nTime to see the world as a whole\nTime to light the fire with the fuel\nThat’s a conscience movement\nIn our hearts\nEverywhere you look red, white, and blue\nEverywhere you look, they’re fooling you\n[Verse 2]\nEvery revolutionary\nWas once considered an enemy\nCOINTEL undermined the life\nOf Dr. Martin Luther King\nEverywhere you look red, white, and blue\nEverywhere you look, they’re fooling you\n\n[Chorus]\nOne people, one struggle\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle\n\n[Verse 3]\nTime to see the world as a whole\nTime to light the fire with the fuel\nThat’s a conscience movement\nIn each and every one of your hearts!\nEverywhere you look red, white, and blue\nEverywhere you look, they’re fooling you\n\n[Chorus]\nOne people, one struggle\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle\nOne people, one struggle\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nThe union\nOf free thinking\nColors don’t\nMean liberty\nThe union\nOf free thinking\nThe union\nOf free thinking\n\n[Hook]\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated!\n\n[Chorus]\nOne people, one struggle!\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle!\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle!\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\nOne people, one struggle!\nStand United, Stand Peaceful!\n[Hook]\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated\nThe people, united, will never be defeated!Embed', 'default'",0
7715,Ed_Harcourt___Something_To_Live_For,sad,"""Something to Live For  She's moving like a forest fire\nLeaving no part unscathed\nToo young to be as jaded as I am\nBut old enough to feel the strain\nI hope that I can hold onto\nThe beauty that I'll never match\nNever ending open wound\nThat started from a simple scratch\n\nWon't you save us from being saved?\nBefore we get too old and waste away\nLike some lovers destined to die young\nAnd sort through all the loss you've seen\nThe friends who sit and think too much\nToo fragile for the cold outside\nToo proud to say what's on their minds\nThis is for the broken fools\nWhose frames have gone before their time\nAnd if you see me trip and fall\nSave me from the swift decline\n\nI want to sink beneath a drunken sea\nLook in your eyes when you take the breath from me\nThere's always something to live for",1
2106,Au_Revoir_Simone___Another_Likely_Story,sad,"""Another Likely Story  Don't tell me\nIt's another likely story\nCould've pinned it on you from the start\nWell I'm new here\nDoesn't mean I have to answer\nSilly questions or a shot in the dark\n\nYou know I'm a child\nI keep this alive\n\nIt gets harder\nI remember to remember\nWaking up again all over again\nIf there's an echo\nRepeat days I'd likely let go\nAnd be the changes we are noticing\nWhen we're running wild\nWe keep this alive\n\nStill I wonder\nSights around us fade and underneath\nThe ground shakes, things fall apart\nAnd no other than the voice of one another\nKeeps us safely moving on in the dark\n\nYou know I'm a child\nI keep this alive",1
7152,Dido___Here_With_Me,sad,"""Here With Me  [Verse 1]\nI didn't hear you leave\nI wonder how am I still here\nAnd I don't want to move a thing\nIt might change my memory\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, I am what I am\nI'll do what I want\nBut I can't hide\n[Chorus 1]\nAnd I won't go\nI won't sleep\nAnd I can't breathe\nUntil you're resting here with me\nAnd I won't leave\nAnd I can't hide\nI cannot be\nUntil you're resting here with me\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't want to call my friends\nFor they might wake me from this dream\nAnd I can't leave this bed\nRisk forgetting all that's been\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, I am what I am\nI'll do what I want\nBut I can't hide\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd I won't go\nI won't sleep\nAnd I can't breathe\nUntil you're resting here with me\nAnd I won't leave\nAnd I can't hide\nI cannot be\nUntil you're resting here\nAnd I won't go\nI won't sleep\nAnd I can't breathe\nUntil you're resting here with me\nAnd I won't leave\nAnd I can't hide\nI cannot be\nUntil you're resting here with me\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, I am what I am\nI'll do what I want\nBut I can't hide\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd I won't go\nI won't sleep\nAnd I can't breathe\nUntil you're resting here with me\nAnd I won't leave\nAnd I can't hide\nI cannot be\nUntil you're resting here\nAnd I won't go\nI won't sleep\nAnd I can't breathe\nUntil you're resting here with me\nAnd I won't leave\nAnd I can't hide\nI cannot be\nUntil you're resting here with me",1
6673,Dax_Riggs___Ghost_Movement,sad,"""Ghost Movement  Gonna lay with a ghost by my side\nLet the birds take to the sky\nGonna try and drown or drink\nThe river dry\nMay the ghost lay by my side\n\nAnd the flowers will bloom\nIf you want them to\nThe flowers will bloom\nIf you want them to\nWe spoke upon the stars up in the night\nHow'd you ever get so high\nGonna try and drown\nOr drink the river dry\nMay the ghost lay by my side\n\nAnd the flowers will bloom\nIf you want them to\nThe flowers will bloom\nIf you want them to\n\nKissed a blue girl\nWhile it rained broken glass\nRode a bolt of white light\nWith Satan on my lap\n\nEverything is happening in the dark\nAnd everything is happening all at once\nDo we haunt the hearts of god\nMy love I bet you haunt the heart\nOf god, my love\nMy love\n\nEverything is happening in the dark\nAnd everything is happening all at once\nDo we haunt the hearts of god\nMy love I bet you haunt the heart\nOf god, my love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love\nMy love",1
8996,Fever_Ray___Stranger_Than_Kindness,sad,"""Stranger Than Kindness  [Verse 1]\nStranger than kindness\nBottled light from hotels\nSpilling everything\nWet hand from the volcano\nSobers your skin\n\n[Verse 2]\nStranger than kindness\nYou caress yourself\nAnd grind my soft cold bones below\nYour map of desire\nBurned in your flesh\nEven a fool can come\nA strange lit stair\nAnd find a rope hanging there\n[Verse 3]\nStranger than kindness\nKeys rain like heaven's hair\nThere is no home, there is no bread\nWe sit at the gate and scratch\nThe gaunt fruit of passion\nDies in the light\n\n[Verse 4]\nStranger than kindness\nYour sleeping hands journey, the loiter\nStranger than kindness\nYou hold me so carelessly close\nTell me I'm dirty\n\n[Outro]\nI am a stranger\nI am a stranger\nI am a stranger to kindness",1
2183,Avantasia___Serpents_In_Paradise,happy,"""Serpents In Paradise  [GABRIEL]\nReading the madness they took her away\nUnder the cross\nBailiff and bishop and monk -\nMalleus Maleficarum - the law\n\nPrayed for salvation, I fought for her soul -\nScared by the horned\nThe devil was creeping around\nUntil she died in the flames as he saw\nFather forgive me for I've hardly seen\nThe human deep within. Just an intention -\nSo holy and clear - paving the way to madness\nFor us...\n\nSerpents on the way to paradise\nDying for love, fighting for ages\nSerpents on the way to paradise\nRaging with anger and pain for the cross\n\n[JAKOB]\nOh yeah...\n\nFather forgive me for what I have done\nFor I betrayed the one that I loved like a son\nDemons and spells are they reality?\n\nThe pest and the schism; the power of the Moor\nWe've got to fight. Keep our people afraid...\nKeep them away from what they shall not see\n\nI see a menace to our paradise\nIn these evil times\nHeaven is burning, people are yearning\nFor a new doctrine, they are...\nYou might also likeSerpents on the way to paradise\nDon't know they'll end in final damnation\nSerpents on the way to paradise...\nRaging with anger and pain against the cross\n\n[GABRIEL]\nLord if I'm an unbeliever - what do I believe?\nCan you tell me lord what you had done\nIf you were me?\nI have stared into the eyes\nOf innocence and fear\nI saw Anna in the tower in a lake of tears\nSomething strange is going on and\nStill I don't know why\nI have stared into the secrets\nThey still try to hide\n\nVandroiy can you tell me\nWhat you know about it all?\nVandroiy can you help me\nTo leave this prison hall?\nVandroiy can you help me\nFree Anna from the chain?\nVandroiy can you help me\nTo become a little sane?\n[SOLO: HENJO]\n\n[GABRIEL]\nSerpents on the way to paradise\nDying for love, fighting for ages\nSerpents on the way to paradise\nRaging with anger and pain",0
590,Al_Green___Have_You_Been_Making_Out_Ok,happy,"""Have You Been Making Out O.K.  [Intro]\nHave you been making out okay?\nHave you been making out okay?\n\n[Verse 1]\nHey girl, I don't wanna change you now\nI wanna know how you been making out\nHow you been?\nDid the morning sun warm your soul?\nDid he make you happy? Did he make you whole?\nHey\n[Chorus]\nHave you been making out okay?\nHave you been making out okay?\nHave you been making out okay?\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey girl, since you been away with him\nMy life has been cloudy and days been awful dim\nBut you're looking well\nBaby, would you rather be there with him?\nWould you reconsider and come running back to me?\n\n[Chorus]\nHave you been making out okay?\nHave you been making out okay? I wanna know\nHave you been making out okay?\n\n[Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nHave you been making out okay? I wanna know\nHave you been making out okay? I just want to know\nHave you been making out okay?\n\n[Outro]\nHey baby, stopped by just to say\nWhile I was on my way\nStopped by today just to see how you was getting along\nI wanna know, can you make it on your own, baby?\nOn your own, baby\nHave you been making out okay? I wanna know\nHave you been making out okay? Won't you tell me, tell me?\nHave you been making out okay?",0
814,Alien_Ant_Farm___Sticks_And_Stones,sad,"""Sticks And Stones  [Intro]\nI liked you\nYou showed me\nThese calls must continue\n\n[Verse 1]\nTime is collapsing in my head\nI built all the walls you can't come in\nYou were the one that called me last\nI highly doubt this thing will last\n[Chorus]\nSticks and stones, they hurt\nWhen you shoot them through the phone\nAnd you dragged my name through dirt\nAnd it hurts to be left here alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nElegant thoughts I will not share\nMy symphonic silence\nI hope you can bare it baby\nI liked you\nYou showed me\nExactly who I don't wanna be\n\n[Chorus]\nSticks and stones, they hurt\nWhen you shoot them through the phone\nAnd you dragged my name through dirt\nAnd it hurts to be left here alone\n\nI'll always look for you\nI'll always look for you\nI'll always look for you, you\n\nYou were the one that called me last\nI highly doubt this thing will last\nCause you were the one that messed up\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSticks and stones, they hurt\nWhen you shoot them through the phone\nAnd you dragged my name through dirt\nAnd it hurts to be left here alone\n\nSticks and stones get shot through the telephone\nWith instant results, we're both left alone\nAlone",1
6174,Cypress_Hill___Cock_The_Hammer,sad,"""Cock the Hammer  [Verse 1: Sen Dog]\nI'm a chickenhawk, huntin' for a chicken\nGet paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'\nSpeakin' to the punk that's tweakin'\nWith the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon\nJones house, cough without the bones\nI rolled ya up and smoked you like cones\nSplit the seed and grow you like clones\nDon't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones\nBut I get stoned with a little help from my friends\nWith the good blend, then I passed it round back to me again\nI can make you famous like Amos\nSame as the last punk, when I stuck the gat up his anus\nHear me growl: Grrra! Howl!\nI got the night vision just like the wise old owl\nI'm comin' to fetch ya\nYeah homes, I'll wet ya\nBury them bones\nUnder my home and\n[Hook]\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!\n\n[Verse 2: B-Real]\nTake my weapon, step into a whole new realm\nAnd step back, as I take up the helm\nOn the pirate ship I'm steerin'\nDroppin' the geran\nJust realize what you're hearin'\nThe cannon sounded\nThat's my companion: surrounded\nAs my crew comes bounding\nAs the captain\nAfro-America\nWhole lotta gattin'\nWith the loc'ed out Latin\nBusted!\nYou're a red beard with a musket\nBetter talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted\nYour gat looks rusted, disgusted\nOh look away, look away boy as I rush it\nYes I know that you can't withstand it\nWatch that ass 'cause punk I'll brand it\nWith a steel-toe, how you feel now\nWhen my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo\nCry on a pillow, weepin ass willow\nThe Hill got the skill for the static-like brillo\nHmm, what you talkin' `bout punk\nGimme room as I light up the boom\nCock the hammer, wave the white banner\nEver heard a Glock go click like a camera?\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like[Hook]\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!\nCock the hammer!\nCock the hammer, it's time for action!4",1
330,Acid_Bath___The_Blue,sad,"""The Blue  Across your face\nI see what you are\nYou wanna kill the sun\nBlot out the stars\nI know you, you're nothing\nYou're so small\nYou're fucking nothing\nNothing at all\nThe sun burns on\nIt reminds me of you\nThe slit wrists of the sky\nBleeding into the blue\nWe twist beneath forever\nDo you know what you've done?\nAnts in the afterbirth\nSlugs under the sun\n\nI could not wake the dead man dreaming\nAcid party, murder at the late show\nMutate me and breed yourselves a savior\nI could not kill the dead man screaming\nEat my dead cock\nEat my dead cock\n\nI have fallen deep in love with the sky\nFragments of a sunbeam, glaring on a kitchen knife\nLeaves will fall as everything must follow\nKill your idol, come on, jump into the void\nEat my cold shit\n\nEverybody whispers where birds fall dead\nI smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head\nWiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies\nBloody, we run through fields of dead daisies\n\nHow could I ever make you know what you've done?\nAnts in the afterbirth\nSlugs under the sun\nYou might also likeI have fallen in love with the sky\nFragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife3",1
9399,Fountains_Of_Wayne___Hey_Julie,happy,"""Hey Julie  [Verse 1]\nWorking all day for a mean little man\nWith a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan\nHe's got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track\nBut when I get back home, you're always there to rub my back\n\n[Chorus]\nHey Julie, look what they're doing to me\nTrying to trip me up, trying to wear me down\nJulie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it\nAnd I'd never make it through without you around\nNo, I'd never make it through without you around\n[Verse 2]\nHours on the phone making pointless calls\nI got a desk full of paper that means nothing at all\nSometimes I catch myself staring into space\nCounting down the hours 'til I get to see your face\n\n[Chorus]\nHey Julie, look what they're doing to me\nTrying to trip me up, trying to wear me down\nJulie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it\nAnd I'd never make it through without you around\nNo, I'd never make it through without you around\n\n[Bridge]\nHow did it come to be that you and I must be\nFar away from each other every day?\nWhy must I spend my time filling up my mind\nWith facts and figures that never add up anyway?\nThey never add up anyway\n\n[Verse 3]\nWorking all day for a mean little guy\nWith a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie\nHe's got me running 'round the office like a gerbil on a wheel\nHe can tell me what to do, but he can't tell me what to feel\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nHey Julie, look what they're doing to me\nTrying to trip me up, trying to wear me down\nJulie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it\nAnd I'd never make it through without you around\nNo, I'd never make it through without you around\nNo, I'd never make it through without you around1",0
2548,Bay_City_Rollers___Saturday_Night,happy,"""Saturday Night  S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\n\nGonna keep on dancing\nTo the rock and roll\nOn Saturday night, Saturday night\nDancin' to the rhythm\nIn our heart and soul\nOn Saturday night, Saturday night\nI-I-I-I\nJust can't wait\nI-I-I-I gotta date\n\nAt the good ol' rock and roll\nFolk show, I've gotta go!\nSaturday night\nSaturday night\n\nGonna rock it up\nRoll it up\nDo it all, have a ball\nSaturday night\nSaturday night\n\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\n\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\n\nGonna dance with my baby\n'Til the night is through\nOn Saturday night\nSaturday night\nYou might also likeTell her all the little things\nI'm gonna do\nOn Saturday night\nSaturday night\n\nI-I-I-I love her so\nI-I-I-I'm gonna let her know\n\nAt the good ol' rock and roll\nFolk show, I've gotta go!\nSaturday night\nSaturday night\n\nGonna rock it up\nRoll it up\nDo it all, have a ball\nSaturday night\n\nSaturday night\n\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\n\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\nS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!\n\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\n\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night\nS-S-S-Saturday night3",0
2297,BB_King___She_Dont_Move_Me_No_More,sad,"""She Don’t Move Me No More  Ooh baby, baby you don't move no more\nOo-wee baby, you don't move no more\nI believe, baby I believe I'm gonna let you go\n\nLord, early in the mornin', baby\nYou don't wash my face like you used to do\nWell, early in the mornin', baby\nYou don't wash my face like you used to do\nWell, you know baby, baby you know that'll never do\n\nOh, if I should cry, baby would that do poor B. any good?\nWell, if I should cry darlin', honey, would it do poor B. any good?\nWell, I hate for all my people to know baby\nI'm the biggest fool in the neighborhood",1
4725,CamRon__JR_Writer___Shake,happy,"""Shake  [Intro: Cam'ron]\nKilla! Jones! Freekey! Santana! Come on!\nShake, shake, shake uh!\nShake, shake, shake uh!\nShake, shake, shake uh!\n\n[Verse 1: Cam'ron]\nYo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me\nBe a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean\nThe way I glitz and gleam, trigger team\nClick the Beam, hit the fiend, give 'em lean\nLookin like I'm nicotine\nBut it's all for the green like Listerine\nHad to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans\nI ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean\nAll my nigga team fix the fix get the cream\nI sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano\nGot the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma\nComma, now she cryin she missin her mama\nJust a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna\nAnd she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna\nGuess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe're the Dips, so cut the shit\nMa, twist your hips and lick your lips\nWe're the Dip, so cut the shit\nMa twist your hips and lick your lips\n\n[Chorus: Cam'ron]\nMa you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'\nSee your booty panties, ma shake somethin'\nShake somethin', shake somethin'\nShake-shake, shake shake somethin'\n\n[Verse 2: Cam'ron]\nAnd I got some girls, bout five or six\nAnd a five and six, about five or six\nI surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit\nLet her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick\nWho as live as this? My pool size is sick sick\nBut swim in my pants and dive for dick\nThey call me Moby, my pos-i-tive\nTell them free Willy if your thighs are thick\nAnd your ass if fat and your head is right\nAnd your dough is good, we can smash tonight\nRight here in the car, ma, at the light\nIf you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life\nKiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight\nIf you get mad, ?? grab a bite what?\nOr I stab it light and we'll grab a bite\nIs it crab you like? Lobster appetite\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nWe're the Dips, so cut the shit\nMa, twist your hips and lick your lips\nWe're the Dip, so cut the shit\nMa twist your hips and lick your lips\n\n[Chorus: Cam'ron]\nMa you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'\nSee your booty panties, ma shake somethin'\nShake somethin', shake somethin'\nShake-shake, shake shake somethin'\n\n[Verse 3: JR Writer]\nIn front of the club, drops, coups and trucks\nI'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs\nA gun and some bud through the metal detector\nThe metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha\nI don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns\nI walk in and get out of the club safe and sound\nSilencer, dog, how safe it sound?\nI got apes and hounds, he just pace around\nAnd I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for\nA Manhattan ho or a Brooklyn whore\nA Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore\nUp front but beat around the bush for sure\n'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style\nGet it doggy style, you know your doggy's style\nI'ma mack or more and it's smash or more\nA VIP up between the bathroom stalls\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe're the Dips, so cut the shit\nMa, twist your hips and lick your lips\nWe're the Dip, so cut the shit\nMa twist your hips and lick your lips\n\n[Chorus: Cam'ron]\nMa you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin'\nSee your booty panties, ma shake somethin'\nShake somethin', shake somethin'\nShake-shake, shake shake somethin'",0
3048,Bikini_Kill___Star_Fish,anger,"""Star Fish  [Intro]\n[?]\n\n[Verse 1]\nThey want to buy\nThe look of my abuse\nThey want to use my blood\nTo color their perfume\n\n[Bridge]\nGet out\nGet out of me\nI know\nGo, go, go, uh\n[Verse 2]\nJust like a starfish\nMy legs will soon grow back\nI'll just be ten times stronger\nEach time that you attack meSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29",3
8616,Evanescence___Lose_Control,sad,"""Lose Control  [Verse 1]\nYou don't remember my name\nI don't really care\nCan we play the game your way?\nCan I really lose control?\n\n[Chorus]\nJust once in my life\nI think it'd be nice\nJust to lose control, just once\nWith all the pretty flowers in the dust\n[Verse 2]\nMary had a lamb\nHis eyes black as coals\nIf we play very quiet, my lamb\nMary never has to know\n\n[Chorus]\nJust once in my life\nI think it'd be nice\nJust to lose control, just once\n\n[Bridge]\nOh oh oh oh. oh oh oh\n\nIf I cut you down to a thing I can use\nI fear there'll be nothing good left of you\n\n[Outro]\nOh oh oh ohhh! oh oh ohh!\nOh oh oh ohhh! oh oh ohh!\nOh oh oh ohhh! oh oh ohh!\nOh oh oh ohhh! oh oh ohh!\n\nJust to lose control, just onceYou might also like6",1
5240,Chiasm___Embryonic,sad,"""Embryonic  What is the pain\nYou'll never feel?\nWhat is the life\nI'll never heal?\nI took that from you\nSacrifice\nTo know what grows inside\n\nDestroyed by me\nIncubated\nThe life that's born to die\nWhat is the pain\nYou'll never feel?\nWhat is the life\nI'll never heal?\nI took that from you\nSacrifice\nTo know what grows inside\nThe life that's born to die\n\nI took that from you\nThe life that's born to die\nIncubated\nSacrifice\n\nI can feel it moving inside\nThe life is washed away\nSterile and incubated\nIn death the life will pay\nI took that from you\nI took that from you\nI will create you\nI will create you\nThe life that's born to die",1
6276,Damien_Jurado___Best_Dress,sad,"""Best Dress  Hey now, put your best dress\nI'm tired of fighting\nLet's take it out on the town\nTo some old style dancing\n\nWe should just have a good time\nWe could stay out all night long\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\n\nNo price I wouldn't pay\nTo always have you with me\nNothing that I could take\nFeels like the thrill you give me\nI'll show you such a good time\nKeep you up 'til the dark is dawn\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\n\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\n\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on\nHey now, put your best dress on",1
6292,Damien_Rice___Grey_Room,sad,"""Grey Room  [Verse 1]\nWell, I've been here before\nSat on a floor in a grey, grey room\nWhere I stay in all day\nI don't eat, but I play with this grey, grey food\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDésolé\nIf someone is praying that I might break out\nDésolé\nEven if I scream, I can't scream that loud\n[Post-Chorus 1]\n'Cause I'm all alone again\nCrawling back home again\nStuck by the phone again\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I've been here before\nSat on a floor in a grey, grey mood\nWhere I stay up all night\nAnd all that I write is a grey, grey tune\n\n[Chorus 2]\nSo pray for me, child\nJust for a while, that I might break out\nPray for me, child\nEven a smile would do for now\n\n[Post-Chorus 2]\n'Cause I'm all alone again\nCrawling back home again\nStuck by the phone again\n\n[Refrain]\nHave I still got you to be my open door?\nHave I still got you to be my sandy shore?\nHave I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?\nHave I still got you to keep me warm?\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nIf I squeeze my grape\nThen I drink my wine, yeah\nIf I squeeze my grape\nAnd I drink my wine\n\n[Verse 3]\nAh, 'cause nothing is lost\nIt's just frozen in frost\nAnd it's opening time\nThere's no one in line\n\n[Refrain]\nBut I've still got me to be your open door\nI've still got me to be your sandy shore\nI've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm\nAnd I've still got me to keep you warm\n\n[Outro]\nWarmer than warm, yeah\nWarmer than warm, yeah\nWarmer than warm, yeah\nWarmer than warm, yeah3",1
3114,Billy_Bragg___A_Lover_Sings,happy,"""A Lover Sings  You and I are victims of a love\nThat lost a lot in the translation\nWhen I think of all the time that I spent\nSitting on the edge of your bed in anticipation\nOf you giving in and us living in sin\n\nA hot day, the smell of hairspray\nAnd the sound of a shower running softly\nIt's things like this that remind me of how I felt\nThe first time you came back for coffee\nThe way you took it amazed me\nWalking in the park, kissing in the dark\nAnd my head against your pillow\nLate at night a lover sings\nAdam and Eve are finding out all about love\nI say Adam and Eve are finding out all about love\n\nThere is no real substitute\nFor a ball struck squarely and firmly\nAnd you're the kind of girl who wants to\nOpen up the bottle of pop\nToo early in the journey\nOur love went flat just like that\n\nIt doesn't matter the colour of the car\nBut what goes on beneath the bonnet\nIs there a flag that flies above your heart\nAnd is my name writ there upon it\nWedding cake and toothache\nEquals love and pain\n\nWalking in the park, kissing on the carpet\nAnd your tights around your ankles\nLate at night a lover thinks of these things\nAdam and Eve are finding out all about love\nI say Adam and Eve are finding out all about love\nAdam and Eve are finding out all about\nAdam and Eve are finding out all about love\nTeresa and Steve are finding out all about love",0
795,Alicia_Keys___If_I_Aint_Got_You,happy,"""TranslationsTürkçeIf I Ain’t Got You  [Verse 1]\nSome people live for the fortune\nSome people live just for the fame\nSome people live for the power, yeah\nSome people live just to play the game\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSome people think that the physical things\nDefine what's within\nAnd I've been there before but that life's a bore\nSo full of the superficial\n[Chorus]\nSome people want it all\nBut I don't want nothin' at all\nIf it ain't you, baby\nIf I ain't got you, baby\nSome people want diamond rings\nSome just want everything\nBut everything means nothing\nIf I ain't got you, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome people search for a fountain\nThat promises forever young Ya know\nSome people need three dozen roses\nAnd that's the only way to prove you love them\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHand me the world on a silver platter\nAnd what good would it be?\nWith no one to share\nWith no one who truly cares for me\n\n[Chorus]\nSome people want it all\nBut I don't want nothin' at all\nIf it ain't you, baby\nIf I ain't got you, baby\nSome people want diamond rings\nSome just want everything\nBut everything means nothin'\nIf I ain't got you, you, you\nSome people want it all\nBut I don't want nothin' at all\nIf it ain't you, baby\nIf I ain't got you, baby\nSome people want diamond rings\nSome just want everything\nBut everything means nothin'\nIf I ain't got you, yeah\nYou might also like[Outro]\nIf I ain't got you with me, baby\nOoh, ooh\nSaid nothin' in this whole wide world don't mean a thing\nIf I ain't got you with me, baby99",0
8783,Failure___Blank,calm,"""Blank  [Intro]\nNo conviction in your numb mind\nA hidden cell of chemicals\nKeep your soul on my projection\nNever turn on the camera\nBecause\n\n[Chorus]\nI kinda like the blank way\nI fill up my life\nI don't care for nothing\nThat gets me too high\nI want some dampened spirits\nAnd black and bitter spoons\nI'm not looking for reflection\nI'm living on the moon\n[Verse 1]\nNo conviction in your voice box\nIt's buried low beneath the guilt\nIt all seems real as you whisper\nShe lies warm and as well as you\nBut she knows\n\n[Chorus]\nI kinda like the blank way\nYou fill up my mind\nI don't care for nothing\nThat gets me too high\nI want some dampened spirits\nAnd black and bitter spoons\nI'm not looking for reflection\nI'm living on the moon\n\n[Bridge]\nHere I am\nRight at home\nIn my crater\nHere I am\nFeeling old\nHere I am\nWishing for\nA miracle\nI need you to know\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThat I like the blank way\nI fill up the sky\nAnd I care for nothing\nYou put in my mind\nI like the blank way\nYou fill up my mind\nI like the blank way\nYou fill up my mind\nI like the blank way\nYou fill up my mind4",2
4867,Carole_King___Way_Over_Yonder,calm,"""Way Over Yonder  [Verse 1]\nWay over yonder\nIs a place that I know\nWhere I can find shelter\nFrom a-hunger and cold\nAnd the sweet tastin' good life\nIs so easily found\nWay over yonder\nThat's where I'm bound\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know when I get there\nThe first thing I'll see\nIs the sun shining golden Sun shining golden\nShining right down on me\nThen trouble's gonna lose me\nWorry leave me behind\nAnd I'll stand up proudly\nIn true peace of mind\nTalking 'bout a, talking 'bout a\n[Verse 3]\nWay over yonder\nIs a place I have seen\nIn a garden of wisdom\nFrom some long ago dream\nOh yeah\n\n[Verse 4]\nMaybe tomorrow\nI'll find my way\nTo the land where the honey runs\nIn rivers each day\nAnd the sweet tastin' good life\nIs so easily found\nWay over yonder\nThat's where I'm bound\nOh, oh way over yonder\nThat's where I'm boundYou might also like2",2
6676,Day_Of_Contempt___Shattered_Dreams_And_Broken_Hearts,sad,"""Shattered Dreams And Broken Hearts  I'm still waiting for the air\nAnd it seems so long ago\nWhen all I need is one deep breath\nAnd one word, that's so I know\n\nI'm still thinking of those times\nWhen the day didn't seem to end\nLately when I close my eyes\nHello darkness, my old friend\n\n[Chorus:]\nShattered dreams and broken hearts cannot be stuck together\nHaunted visions from the start and I'll take them with me\nOn and on, and on forever\nOne word I have to say but I can't speak a single letter\nOne word is everything\nI'd do anything to be with you I try not to think you're gone forever, anything\nI'm still visiting despair, an old friend I never knew\nHe has shown me what it's like to lose\n\n[Chorus: ]\nEvery dream, every day only in gray\nEvery day I see your face, but only in gray, and you're not there\nI'm still waiting for the air, anything to have an interlude from the pain\nAnd never would those letters end up meaning everything, everything to me\nOne word, but I can't speak, no, it's everything to me\n\n[Chorus: ]",1
75,A_Perfect_Circle___The_Nurse_Who_Loved_Me,sad,"""The Nurse Who Loved Me  [Verse 1]\nSay hello to the rug's topography\nIt holds quite a lot of interest, with your face down on it\nSay hello to the shrinking in your head\nYou can't see it but you know it's there, so don't neglect it\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm taking her home with me, all dressed in white\nShe's got everything I need, pharmacy keys\nShe's falling hard for me, I can see it in her eyes\nShe acts just like a nurse with all the other guys\n[Verse 2]\nSay hello to all the apples on the ground\nThey were once in your eyes, but you sneezed them out while sleeping\nSay hello to everything you've left behind\nIt's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm taking her home with me, all dressed in white\nShe's got everything I need, some pills in a little cup\nShe's falling hard for me, I can see it in her eyes\nShe acts just like a nurse with all the other guys\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's got everything I need, pharmacy keys\nShe acts just like a nurse with all the other guys\n\n[Outro]\nSay hello to the rug's topography",1
7655,East_Flatbush_Project___Tried_By_12,happy,"""Tried by 12  [Verse 1]\nDon't say sticks and stones, they might break your bones\nBut the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome\nI'm talkin' about the toe-taggin', huh, the body-baggin'\nMan, niggas are dyin', huh, mommas are cryin\nCasket buyin', who, me dyin', leave my family cryin'?\nHell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers\nSend me commissary, motherfuck them flowers\nThoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters\nHours and hours of fears running through my mind\nAs I pick up the Zig 9\nBeef starts with the shove then ends with the shovel\nAnd niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you\nBut your ass is out and you're dead and gone\nSo who'd you rather be? The murdered, or the murderer?\nNiggas got me stressed, I grab my TEC and my vest\nAnd I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse\nOr one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse\nWhen we'll be tried by 12 and fertilizing daisies\nCrying mommas and cousins and crying babies\nDue to the fact that death is a must\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nNiggas getting bust for in God we trust\nSo if you're comin' to my town and try to slow the dough down\nYou must be casket-bound\n[Hook]\n'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6\nNigga, I sign my name in the book at your funeral\nThe Zig's on my hip with an extra clip\n'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6\n\n[Verse 2]\nLa-di-da-di, Saturday night and we like to party\nBut punks are fucking around so we might catch a body\nEarly Sunday morning, don't really wanna hurt nobody\nSay, what they tryna get? I already got it\nChump motherfuckers just a-schemin' on my shit\nBut little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clip\nAnd I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6\nAw shit, murder commit\nAnd there goes another statistic runnin' through ballistic\nThe witness say I'm wicked but that's how I kick it\n'Cause I'll be the bastard who blasts and didn't get blasted\nBoy kiss 'em casket, I peel your wig back, kid\nNow sucker, look who died, body will be identified\nMomma and poppa will cry, your bitch-ass man says he'll testify\nTo see me tried, but his ass lied\nUpon the same corner where you did\nAnd I'm still facing a bid\n\n[Hook]\n'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6\nNigga, I sign my name in the book at your funeral\nThe Zig's on my hip with an extra clip\n'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6\nYou might also like[Outro]\nTo my man Phillip Phoenix, rest in peace\nAnd  my nigga Shakim, rest in peace\nAnd  my man Dillion, rest in peace12",0
1891,Artie_Shaw__His_Orchestra___Begin_the_Beguine,happy,"'Begin the Beguine  When they begin the beguine\nIt brings back the sound of music so tender\nIt brings back a night of tropical splendor\nIt brings back a memory ever green\n\nI\'m with you once more under the stars\nAnd down by the shore an orchestra\'s playing\nAnd even the palms seem to be swaying\nWhen they begin the beguine\n\nTo live it again is past all endeavor\nExcept when that tune clutches my heart\nAnd there we are, swearing to love forever\nAnd promising never, never to part\nWhat moments divine, what rapture serene\nTill clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted\nAnd now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted\nI know but too well what they mean;\n\nSo don\'t let them begin the beguine\nLet the love that was once a fire remain an ember;\nLet it sleep like the dead desire I only remember\nWhen they begin the beguine\n\nOh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play\nTill the stars that were there before return above you\nTill you whisper to me once more\n""Darling, I love you!""\nAnd we suddenly know, what heaven we\'re in\nWhen they begin the beguineYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
8686,Every_Time_I_Die___Gloom_And_How_It_Gets_That_Way,anger,"'Gloom and How It Gets That Way  Pull the car over, you\'re frightening the kids\nPull the car over, you\'re frightening the-\nWhat did you promise us\nAbout grinning in the rear view without your fake teeth in?\nKeep your glass eye\nGlued on the end of the highway up ahead of us\nThe collision is always licking its lips\n\nYou weren\'t supposed to open the door\nJust keep the plane from drifting off course\nWe\'ll attend to the terrified first class\nConvinced there\'s a hoof print on the bow\nAll hail the wounded heart contingent\nWho\'ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about\nLong live prosthetic live wires\nThe faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated\n\nYour captain nailed his feet\nTo someone else\'s ship at the sight of me\nYour captain nailed his feet\nTo someone else\'s ship at the sight of me\n\nDo what your mother tells you\nDo what your mother tells you\nDo what your mother tells you\nAnd put down the sheriff\'s horse\nDo what your mother tells you\nDo what your mother tells you\nDo what your mother tells you\nAnd put down the sheriff\'s horse\n\nThe choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly\nSinging ""Hallelujah, the king is dead""\nThe choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly\nSinging ""Hallelujah, the king is dead""\nThe king is deadYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
3982,Bowling_For_Soup___TwoSeater,happy,"""Two-Seater  [Verse 1]\nI wanna wake up in your arms\nI wanna set off your alarm\nI wanna break into your car\nAnd I wanna take out the back seat\nThe one where you told me everything\nI thought I'd always wanted to hear\nThe one where you told me that it's over\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd every time you look in your rearview mirror\nI hope you see me\nAnd all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh huh\n[Chorus]\nI hope you like your two-seater, no radio\nKey marks parallel to the pinstripes\nWindows broken, your t-top's stolen\nNow it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride\n\n[Verse 2]\nI gotta get the hell out of dodge\nI just spent the whole night avoiding the cops\nAnd I just don't think I'll go to the clink\nJust 'cause I took out the back seat\nRemember you told me everything\nI thought I always wanted to hear\nAnd that's where you told me that it's over\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd every time you look in your rearview mirror\nI hope you see me\nAnd all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh huh\n\n[Chorus]\nI hope you like your two-seater, no radio\nKey marks parallel to the pinstripes\nWindows broken, your t-top's stolen\nNow it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nCan you hear your radio?\nI bet you can't hear your radio\nSo you'll never know I wrote this song for you\nSorry that your tires are flat\nNo, you really weren't expecting that\nI guess I got a little carried away\nSo when you look in your rearview mirror\nI hope you see me there\n\n[Chorus]\nI hope you like your two-seater, no radio\nKey marks parallel to the pinstripes\nWindows broken, your t-top's stolen\nNow it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride\n\n[Outro]\nNo radio\nTwo-seater\nNo radio\nThanks for the ride\nTwo-seater, thanks for the ride\nTwo-seater, thanks for the ride",0
4847,Carly_Simon___Moonlight_Serenade,happy,"""Moonlight Serenade  Music by: Glenn Miller\n\nI stand at your gate\nAnd the song that I sing is of moonlight\n\nI stand and I wait\nFor the touch of your hand in the June night\nThe roses are sighing\nA moonlight serenade\n\nThe stars are aglow\nAnd tonight how their light sets me dreaming\nMy love, do you know\nThat your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?\nI bring you and sing you\nA moonlight serenade\n\nLet us stray till break of day\nIn love's valley of dreams\nJust you and I\nA summer sky\nA heavenly breeze kissin' the trees",0
3598,Blossom_Dearie___It_Might_As_Well_Be_Spring,happy,"""It Might as Well Be Spring  I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm\nI'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string\nI'd say that I had spring fever\nBut I know it isn't spring\nI am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented\nLike a nightingale without a song to sing\nOh, why should I have Spring fever\nWhen it isn't even spring?\nI keep wishing I were somewhere else\nWalking down a strange new street\nHearing words that I have never heard\nFrom a girl I've yet to meet\nI'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams\nI'm as giddy as a baby on a swing\nI haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing\nBut I feel so gay in a melancholy way\nThat it might as well be spring\nIt might as well be spring",0
1647,Apollo_440___Crazee_Horse,happy,"""Crazee Horse  Hey man!\n\nHow you doin' man?\nEverything's cool\n\nHey man!\nHey, Hey, Hey\n\nHah, Hah, Hah!\nYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\nHah, Hah, Hah!\nHey, Hey, Hey\n\nHey Man!\n\nHow you doin' man?\nEverything's cool\n\nIts like a neat new drug\nOne that pierces like a knife\nNo side effect\nNo scars for life\n\nI need more\nI got no laws\nLike a crazee horse\n\nHey man!\nHey, Hey, Hey\n\nHah, Hah, Hah!\nYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\nHah, Hah, Hah!\n\nI need more We want more\nI got no laws\nLike a crazee horse\nYou might also likeHow you doin' man?\n\nHey man!\nHey, Hey, Hey\n\nHah, Hah, Hah!\nYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\nHah, Hah, Hah!\n\nHey, Hey, Hey\n\nHow you doin' man?\nEverything's cool\n\nHey man!",0
5217,Chet_Baker___You_Dont_Know_What_Love_Is,calm,"""You Don’t Know What Love Is  You don't know what love is\nUntil you've learned the meaning of the blues\nUntil you've loved a love you had to lose\nYou don't know what love is\n\nYou don't know how lips hurt\nUntil you've kissed and had to pay the cost\nUntil you've flipped your heart and you have lost\nYou don't know what love is\n\nDo you know how lost hearts fear\nThe thought of reminiscing\nAnd how lips tasting of tears\nLose the taste for kissing\nYou don't know how hearts yearn\nFor love that cannot live yet never dies\nUntil you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes\nHow could you know what love is",2
8264,Eminem___Role_Model,anger,"""TranslationsTürkçePortuguêsRole Model  [Intro]\nOkay, I'm going to attempt to drown myself\nYou can try this at home\nYou can be just like me\nMic check, one-two, we recordin'?\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm cancerous, so when I diss, you wouldn't wanna answer this\nIf you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus\nI'll strangle you to death, then I'll choke you again\nAnd break your fuckin' legs 'til your bones poke through your skin\nYou beef with me, I'ma even the score equally\nTake you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally\nI get too blunted off of funny home grown\n'Cause when I smoke out, I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono\nOh no So if I said I never did drugs\nThat would mean I lie and get fucked more than the President does\nHilary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert\nI ripped her fuckin' tonsils out and fed her sherbet Bitch\nMy nerves hurt, and lately I'm on edge\nGrabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out C'mere his blond dreads Fuck you\nEvery girl I ever went out with has gone les'\nFollow me and do exactly what the song says\nSmoke weed, take pills, drop out of school, kill people\nAnd drink, jump behind the wheel like it was still legal\nI'm dumb enough to walk in a store and steal\nSo I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Lauryn Hill\nSome people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill\n'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill\nBut I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist\nHow the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist\nI get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave\nDie from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave\nMy middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?\nAnd this is how I'm supposed to teach kids how to behave?\n[Chorus]\nNow, follow me and do exactly what you see\nDon't you wanna grow up to be just like me?\nI slap women and eat shrooms, then OD\nNow, don't you want to grow up to be just like me?\n\n[Verse 2]\nMe and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole\nWhen we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold\nJumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold\nKilled them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco\nWe did it My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk\nI slapped Garth Brooks out of his rhinestone shirt\nI'm not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer\nThat'll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer\nMy rap style's warped, I'm runnin' out the morgue\nWith your dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch\nJumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on\nAnd beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn\nI'm 'bout as normal as Norman Bates with deformative traits\nA premature birth that was four minutes late\nMother, are you there? I love you\nI never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel That shovel\nWill someone please explain to my brain\nThat I just severed the main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?\nI take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts\n'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I\nSo when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass\nThen it probably is obvious I got it on with her\n'Cause when I drop this solo shit, it's over with\nI bought Cage's tape, opened it, and dubbed over it\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI came to the club drunk with a fake ID\nDon't you wanna grow up to be just like me?\nI've been with ten women who got HIV\nNow, don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?\nI got genital warts and it burns when I pee\nDon't you wanna grow up to be just like me?\nI tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree\nYou probably wanna grow up to be just like me123",3
1361,Angus__Julia_Stone___Im_Not_Yours,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsI’m Not Yours  [Intro: Julia Stone]\nOne, two, three, four\n\n[Hook: Julia]\nLight me up a cigarette, and put it in my mouth\nYou're the only one that wants me around\nAnd I can think of a thousand reasons why\nI don't believe in you, I don't believe in you and I\n\n[Verse 1: Julia]\nLight me up a cigarette, and put it in my mouth\nYou're the only one that wants me to die\nAnd I can think of a thousand reasons why\nI don't believe in you, I don't believe in you\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia]\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore\nNo-oh I\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore\n\n[Verse 2: Julia]\nJump into your white mobile and run away\nYou're always leaving me behind\nAnd I can think of a thousand reasons why\nI don't believe in you, I don't believe in you and I\n\n[Chorus: Angus & Julia Stone, Julia]\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore\nNo-oh-oh-oh-oh I-I-I\nI'm not yours anymore\nNo I\nI'm not yours anymore, anymore\n\n[Hook: Julia]\nLight me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth\nYou're the only one that wants me around\nAnd I can think of a thousand reasons why\nI don't believe in you, I don't believe in you and I\nYou might also like[Outro: Angus & Julia]\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore\nI'm not yours anymore3",1
2641,Beck___Girl,happy,"""Girl  [Verse 1]\nI saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied\nRound the roses\nFist pounding on a vending machine\nToy diamond ring stuck on her finger\nWith a noose she can hang from the sun\nAnd put it out with her dark sunglasses\nWalking crooked down the beach\nShe spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I know I'm gonna steal her eye\nShe doesn't even know what's wrong\nAnd I know I'm gonna make her die\nTake her where her soul belongs\nAnd I know I'm gonna steal her eye\nNothing that I wouldn't try\n[Chorus]\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nMy sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\n\n[Verse 2]\nI saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back\nAnd her rags were burning\nCrawling out from a landfilled life\nScrawling her name upon the ceiling\nThrow a coin in a fountain of dust\nWhite noise, her ears are ringing\nGot a ticket for a midnight hanging\nThrow a bullet from a freight train leaving\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I know I'm gonna steal her eye\nShe doesn't even know what's wrong\nAnd I know I'm gonna make her die\nTake her where her soul belongs\nAnd I know I'm gonna steal her eye\nNothing that I wouldn't try\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nMy sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like[Bridge]\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nMy sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl\nMy sun-eyed girl\nHey, my sun-eyed girl4",0
4843,Carly_Simon___Itsy_Bitsy_Spider,sad,"""Itsy Bitsy Spider  Carly Simon, based on the nursery rhyme\n\nChorus\nThe itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout\nDown came the rain and washed the spider out\nOut came the sun and dried up all the rain\nAnd the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again\n\nI believe in love\nAnd who knows where or when\nBut it's comin' around again\n\nChorus\nI know nothin?stays the same\nBut if you're willing to play the game\nIt's comin' around again\n\nChorus",1
1628,Antony_And_The_Johnsons___Knockin_On_Heavens_Door,sad,"""Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door  Mama, take this badge off o' me\nI can't use it anymore\nIt's gettin' dark, much too dark to see you\nI feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door\n\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\n\nMama, put my guns in the ground\nI can't shoot them anymore\nThat long black cloud is going' down\nI feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\n\nMama wipe this blood from my face\nI'm sick and tired of the war\nDon't know if it's night or if this is sun, rising high\nScared of knockin' on heaven's door\n\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's doorYou might also like2",1
9393,Fountains_Of_Wayne___Stacys_Mom,happy,"'Stacy’s Mom  [Intro]\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\n\n[Verse 1]\nStacy, can I come over after school? After school\nWe can hang around by the pool Hang by the pool\nDid your mom get back from her business trip? Business trip\nIs she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? Give me the slip\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nYou know, I\'m not the little boy that I used to be\nI\'m all grown up now, baby, can\'t you see?\n\n[Chorus]\nStacy\'s mom has got it going on\nShe\'s all I want and I\'ve waited for so long\nStacy, can\'t you see? You\'re just not the girl for me\nI know it might be wrong, but I\'m in love with Stacy\'s mom\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on\n\n[Verse 2]\nStacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? Mowed your lawn\nYour mom came out with just a towel on Towel on\nI could tell she liked me from the way she stared Way she stared\nAnd the way she said, ""You missed a spot over there"" Spot over there\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd I know that you think it\'s just a fantasy\nBut since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me\n\n[Chorus]\nStacy\'s mom has got it going on\nShe\'s all I want and I\'ve waited for so long\nStacy, can\'t you see? You\'re just not the girl for me\nI know it might be wrong, but I\'m in love with Stacy\'s mom\nYou might also like[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nStacy\'s mom has got it goin\' on She\'s got it goin\' on\nShe\'s all I want and I\'ve waited for so long Waited and waited\nStacy, can\'t you see? You\'re just not the girl for me\nI know it might be wrong, I\'m in love with...\n\n[Outro]\nStacy\'s mom, ah-oh-ah-oh I\'m in love with-\nStacy\'s mom, ah-oh-ah-oh Wait a minute\nStacy, can\'t you see? You\'re just not the girl for me\nI know it might be wrong but, I\'m in love with Stacy\'s mom18Embed', 'default'",0
4769,Camouflage___A_Place_In_China_Heavens_Not,happy,"""A Place In China Heaven’s Not  Heaven's not a place in China\nBut there it seems to be\nHeaven's not a place in China\nBut there it seems to be\nEvery morning on the front page\nBig type headlines seen before;\nAnother land locks up the free mind\nStudents try to find a door\nHeaven's not a place in China\nBut there it seems to be\nHeaven's not a place in China\nBut there it seems to be\nFollowed by the TV nations\nSome soft targets for the corps\nStanding in the name of freedom\nBeaten in the name of law\nEvery morning we're reminded\nJust to think about ourselves\nShocked by silence - switch the channels\nThat's the music for the show",0
6916,Desree___Im_Kissing_You,happy,"""I’m Kissing You  Pride can stand\nA thousand Trials\nThe strong will never fall\nBut watching stars without You\nMy soul cried\nHeaving hard is full of pain\nOh, oh, the aching\n'Cos I'm kissing you, oh\nI'm kissing you\nTouch me deep\nPure and true\nGift to me forever\n'Cos I'm kissing you, oh\nI'm kissing you\nYeah hey\nYeah\nWhere are you now?\nWhere are you now?\n'Cos I'm kissing you\nI'm kissing you, ohhYou might also like3",0
1079,Amon_Düül_2___Light,happy,"'The Wisdom of the Egyptians - Chapter 7  THE VISION OF HERMES\n\nONE day, Hermes, after reflecting on the origin of things, fell asleep. A dull torpor took possession of his body; but in proportion as the latter grew benumbed, his spirit ascended into space. Then an immense being, of indeterminate form, seemed to call him by name.\n\n""Who art thou?"" said the terrified Hermes.\n\n""I am Osiris, the sovereign Intelligence who is able to unveil all things. What desirest thou?""\n\n""To behold the source of beings, O divine Osiris, and to know God.""\n\n""Thou shalt be satisfied.""\nImmediately Hermes felt himself plunged in a delicious light. In its pellucid billows passed the ravishing forms of all beings. Suddenly, a terrifying encircling darkness descended upon him.\n\np. 264\n\n[paragraph continues] Hermes was in a humid chaos, filled with smoke and with a heavy, rumbling sound. Then a voice rose from the abyss, the cry of light. At once a quick-leaping flame darted forth from the humid depths, reaching to the ethereal heights. Hermes ascended with it, and found himself again in the expanse of space. Order began to clear up chaos in the abyss; choruses of constellations spread above his head and the voice of light filled infinity.\n\n""Dost thou understand what thou hast seen?"" said Osiris to Hermes, bound down in his dream and suspended between earth and sky.\n\n""No,"" said Hermes.\n\n""Thou wilt now learn. Thou hast just seen what exists from all eternity. The light thou didst first see is the divine intelligence which contains all things in potentiality, enclosing the models of all beings. The darkness in which thou wast afterwards plunged is the material world on which the men of earth live. But the fire thou didst behold shooting forth from the depths, is the divine Word. God is the Father, the Word is the son, and their union is Life.""\n\n""What marvellous sense has opened out to me?"" asked Hermes. ""I no longer see with the eyes of\n\np. 265\n\nthe body, but with those of the spirit. How has that come to pass?""\n\n""Child of dust,"" replied Osiris, ""it is because the Word is in thee. That in thee which hears, sees, and acts is the Word itself, the sacred fire, the creative utterance!""\n\n""Since things are so,"" said Hermes, ""grant that I may see the light of the worlds; the path of souls from which man comes and to which he returns.""\n\n""Be it done according to thy desire.""\n\nHermes became heavier than a stone and fell through space like a meteorite. Finally he reached the summit of a mountain. It was night, the earth was gloomy and deserted, and his limbs seemed as heavy as iron.\n""Raise thine eyes and look!"" said the voice of Osiris.\n\nThen Hermes saw a wonderful sight. The starry heavens, stretching through infinite space, enveloped him with seven luminous spheres. In one glance, Hermes saw the seven heavens stretching above his head, tier upon tier, like seven transparent and concentric globes, the sidereal centre of which he now occupied. The milky way formed the girdle of the last. In each sphere there rolled a planet\n\np. 266\n\naccompanied by a genius of different form, sign and light. Whilst Hermes, dazzled by the sight, was contemplating their wide-spread efflorescence and majestic movements, the voice said to him:\n\n""Look, listen, and understand. Thou seest the seven spheres of all life. Through them is accomplished the fall and ascent of souls. The seven genii are the seven rays of the word-light. Each of them commands one sphere of the spirit, one phase of the life of souls. The one nearest to thee is the Genius of the Moon, with his disquieting smile and crown of silver sickle. He presides over births and deaths, sets free souls from bodies and draws them into his ray. Above him, pale Mercury points out the path to ascending or descending souls with his caduceus, which contains all knowledge. Higher still, shining Venus holds the mirror of love, in which souls forget and recognize them in turn. Above her, the Genius of the Sun raises the triumphal torch of eternal beauty. At a yet loftier height, Mars brandishes the sword of justice. Enthroned on the azure sphere, Jupiter holds the sceptre of supreme power, which is divine intelligence. At the boundaries of the world, beneath the\n\np. 267\n\nsigns of the Zodiac, Saturn bears the globe of universal wisdom. 1\n\n""I see,"" said Hermes, ""the seven regions which comprise the visible and invisible world; I see the seven rays of the word-light, of the one God who traverses them and governs them by these rays. Still, O master, how does mankind journey through all these worlds?""\n\n""Dost thou see,"" said Osiris, ""a luminous seed fall from the regions of the milky way into the seventh sphere? These are germs of souls. They live like faint vapors in the region of Saturn, gay and free from care, knowing not their own happiness. On falling from sphere to sphere, however, they put on increasingly heavier envelopes. In each incarnation they acquire a new corporeal sense, in harmony with the surroundings in which they are living. Their vital energy increases, but in proportion as they enter into denser bodies they lose the memory of their celestial origin. Thus is effected the fall of souls which come from the divine ether. Ever more and more captivated by matter\n\np. 268\n\nand intoxicated by life, they fling themselves like a rain of fire, with quiverings of voluptuous delight, through the regions of grief, love, and death, right into their earthly prison where thou thyself lamentest, held down by the fiery centre of the earth, and where divine life appears to thee nothing more than an empty dream.""\n\n""Can souls die?"" asked Hermes.\n\n""Yes,"" replied the voice of Osiris, ""many perish in the fatal descent. The soul is the daughter of heaven, and its journey is a test. If it loses the memory of its origin, in its unbridled love of matter, the divine spark which was in it and which might have become more brilliant than a star, returns to the ethereal region, a lifeless atom, and the soul disaggregates in the vortex of gross elements.""\nHermes shuddered at these words, for a raging tempest enveloped him in a black mist. The seven spheres disappeared beneath dense vapors. In them he saw human spectres uttering strange cries, carried off and torn by phantoms of monsters and animals, amidst nameless groans and blasphemies.\n\n""Such is the destiny,"" said Osiris, ""of souls irremediably base and evil. Their torture finishes only with their destruction, which includes the loss\n\np. 269\n\nof all consciousness. The vapors are now dispersing, the seven spheres reappear beneath the firmament. Look on this side. Do you see this swarm of souls trying to mount once more to the lunar regions? Some are beaten back to earth like eddies of birds beneath the might of the tempest. The rest with mighty wings reach the upper sphere, which draws them with it as it rotates. Once they have come to this sphere, they recover their vision of divine things. This time, however, they are not content to reflect them in the dream of a powerless happiness; they become impregnated thereby with the lucidity of a grief-enlightened consciousness, the energy of a will acquired through struggle and strife. They become luminous, for they possess the divine in themselves and radiate it in their acts. Strengthen therefore thy soul, O Hermes! calm thy darkened mind by contemplating these distant flights of souls which mount the seven spheres and are scattered about therein like sheaves of sparks. Thou also canst follow them, but a strong will it needs to rise. Look how they swarm and form into divine choruses. Each places itself beneath its favorite genius. The most beautiful dwell in the solar region; the most powerful rise to Saturn. Some ascend to the Father, powers themselves\n\np. 270\n\namidst powers. For where everything ends, everything eternally begins; and the seven spheres say together: \'Wisdom! Love! Justice! Beauty! Splendor! Knowledge! Immortality!\'""\n\n""This,"" said the hierophant, ""is what ancient Hermes saw and what his successors have handed down to us. The words of the wise are like the seven notes of the lyre which contains all music, along with the numbers and the laws of the universe, The vision of Hermes resembles the starry heaven, whose unfathomable depths are strewn with constellations. For the child this is nothing more than a gold-studded vault, for the sage it is boundless space in which worlds revolve, with their wonderful rhythms and cadences. The vision contains the eternal numbers, evoking signs and magic keys. The more thou learnest to contemplate and understand it, the farther thou shalt see its limits extend, for the same organic law governs all worlds.""\n\nThe prophet of the temple commented on the sacred text. He explained that the doctrine of the word-light represents divinity in the static condition, in its perfect balance. He showed its triple nature, which is at once intelligence, force, and matter; spirit, soul, and body; light, word, and life. Essence, manifestation, and substance are three\n\np. 271\n\nterms which take each other for granted. Their union constitutes the divine and intellectual principle par excellence, the law of the ternary unity which governs creation from above downwards.\n\nHaving thus led his disciple to the ideal centre of the universe, the generating principle of Being, the master spread him abroad in time and space in a multiple efflorescence. For a second part of the vision represents divinity in the dynamic condition, i.e., in active evolution; in other terms, the visible and invisible universe, the living heavens. The seven spheres attached to the seven planets symbolise seven principles, seven different states of matter and spirit, seven different worlds which each man and each humanity are forced to pass through in their evolution across a solar system. The seven genii or the seven cosmogonic gods signify the superior, directing spirits of all spheres, the off spring themselves of inevitable evolution. To an initiate of old, therefore, each great god was the symbol and patron of legions of spirits which reproduced his type in a thousand varieties, and which, from their own sphere, could exercise their action over mankind and terrestrial things. The seven genii of the vision of Hermes are the seven Devas of India, the seven Amshapands of Persia, the seven\n\np. 272\n\ngreat Angels of Chaldæa, the seven Sephiroths of the Kabbala, the seven Archangels of the Christian Apocalypse. The great septenary which enfolds the universe does not vibrate in the seven colors of the rainbow and the seven notes of the scale, only; it also manifests itself in the constitution of man, which is triple in essence, but sevenfold in its evolution.\n\n""Thus,"" said the hierophant in conclusion, ""thou hast reached the very threshold of the great arcanum. The divine life has appeared to thee beneath the phantoms of reality. Hermes has unfolded to thee the invisible heavens, the light of Osiris, the hidden God of the universe who breathes in millions of souls and animates thereby the wandering globes and working bodies. It is now thine to direct thy path and choose the road leading to the pure spirit. Henceforth dost thou belong to those who have been brought back from death to life. REMEMBER THAT THERE ARE TWO MAIN KEYS TO KNOWLEDGE. This is the first: \'The without is like the within of things; the small is like the large; there is only one law and he who works is One. In the divine economy, there is nothing either great or small.\' And this is the second: \'Men are mortal gods and gods are immortal men.\' Happy\n\np. 273\n\nthe man who understands these words, for he holds the key to all things. Remember that the law of mystery veils the great truth. Total knowledge can be revealed only to our brethren who have gone through the same trials as ourselves. Truth must be measured according to intelligence; it must be veiled from the feeble, whom it would madden, and concealed from the wicked, who are capable of seizing only its fragments, which they would turn into weapons of destruction. Keep it in thy heart and let it speak through thy work. Knowledge will be thy might, faith thy sword, and silence thy armor that cannot be broken.""\n\nThe revelations of the prophet of Amon-Râ, which opened out to the new initiate such vast horizons over himself and over the universe, doubtless produced a profound impression, when uttered from the observatory of a Theban temple, in the clear calm of an Egyptian night. The pylons, the white roofs, and terraces of the temples lay asleep at his feet between the dark clusters of nopals and tamarind trees. Away in the distance were large monolithic shrines, colossal statues of the gods, seated like incorruptible judges on their silent lake. Three pyramids, geometrical figures of the tetragram and of the sacred septenary, could be dimly\n\np. 274\n\nseen on the horizon, their triangles clearly outlined in the light grey air. The unfathomable firmament was studded with stars. With what a strange gaze he looked at those constellations which were depicted to him as future dwellings! When finally the gold-tipped barque of the moon rose above the dark mirror of the Nile which died away on the horizon, like a long bluish serpent, the neophyte believed he saw the barque of Isis floating over the river of souls which it carries off towards the sun of Osiris. He remembered the Book of the Dead, and the meaning of all the symbols was now unveiled to his mind after what he had seen and learned; he might believe himself to be in the crepuscular kingdom of the Amenti, the mysterious interregnum between the earthly and the heavenly life, where the departed, who are at first without eyes and power of utterance, by degrees regain sight and voice. He, too, was about to undertake the great journey, the journey of the infinite, through worlds and existences. Hermes had already absolved him and judged him to be worthy. He had given him the explanation of the great enigma ""One only soul, the great soul of the All, by dividing itself out, has given birth to all the souls that struggle throughout the universe."" Armed\n\np. 275\n\nwith the mighty secret, he entered the barque of Isis. Rising aloft into the ether, it floated in the interstellar regions. The broad rays of a far-spreading dawn were already piercing the azure veils of the celestial horizons, and the choir of the glorious spirits, the Akhimou-Sekou, who have attained to eternal repose, was chanting: ""Rise, Râ Hermakouti, sun of spirits! Those in thy barque are in exaltation. They raise exclamations in the barque of millions of years. The great divine cycle overflows with joy when glorifying the mighty sacred barque. Rejoicing is taking place in the mysterious chapel. Rise, Ammon-Râ Hermakouti, thou self-creating sun!"" And the initiate replied proudly: ""I have attained the country of truth and justification. I rise from the dead as a living god, and shine forth in the choir of the gods who dwell in heaven, for I belong to their race.""\n\nSuch audacious thoughts and hopes might haunt the spirit of the adept during the night following the mystic ceremony of resurrection. The following morning, in the avenues of the temple, beneath the blinding light, that night seemed to him no more than a dream . . . though how impossible to forget . . . that first voyage into the intangible and invisible! Once again he read the inscription\n\np. 276\n\non the statue of Isis: ""My veil no mortal hand hath raised."" All the same a corner of the veil was raised, but only to fall back again, and he woke up on the earth of tombs. Ah, how far he was from the goal he had dreamed of! For the voyage on the barque of millions of years is a long one! But at least he had caught a faint glimpse of his final destination. Even though his vision of the other world were only a dream, a childish outline of his imagination, still obscured by the mists of earth, could he doubt that other consciousness he had felt being born in him, that mysterious double, that celestial ego which had appeared to him in his astral beauty like a living form and spoken to him in his sleep? Was this a sister-soul, was it his genius, or only a reflection of his inmost spirit, a vision of his future being dimly foreshadowed? A wonder and a mystery! Surely it was a reality, and if that soul was only his own, it was the true one. What would he not do to recover it? Were he to live millions of years he would never forget that divine hour in which he had seen his other self, so pure and radiant. 1\n\np. 277\n\nThe initiation was at an end, and the adept consecrated as priest of Osiris. If he was an Egyptian, he remained attached to the temple; if a foreigner, he was permitted, from time to time, to return to his own country, therein to establish the worship of Isis or to accomplish a mission.\n\nBefore leaving, however, he swore a formidable oath that he would maintain absolute silence regarding the secrets of the temple. Never would he betray to a single person what he had seen or heard, never would he reveal the doctrine of Osiris except under the triple veil of the mythological symbols or of the mysteries. Were he to violate this oath, sudden death would come to him, sooner or later, however far away he might be. Silence, however, had become the buckler of his might.\n\nOn returning to the shores of Ionia, to the turbulent town in which he formerly lived, amidst that multitude of men, a prey to mad passions, who exist like fools in their ignorance of themselves, his thoughts often flew back to Egypt and the pyramids to the temple of Amon-Râ. Then the dream of the crypt came back to memory. And just as the lotus, in that distant land, spreads out its petals on the waves of the Nile, so this white\n\np. 278\n\nvision floated above the slimy, turbulent stream of this life.\n\nAt chosen hours, he would hear its voice, and it was the voice of light. Arousing throughout his being the strains of an inner music, it said to him: ""The soul is a veiled light. When neglected, it flickers and dies out, but when it is fed with the holy oil of love, it shines forth like an immortal lamp.""Embed', 'default'",0
2837,Ben_Harper_And_The_Blind_Boys_Of_Alabama___Where_Could_I_Go,happy,"""Where Could I Go  There's no deals to be made with the dawn\nNow I fear that our time has come and gone\nThey say freedom is just a place to hide\nNow I'm coming to you with my arms open wide\nOh - won't you tell me\nWhere could I go to the Lord\nTake a prayer with you to heaven for me\nOh - And give it to the Lord\nGive it to the Lord\nCause nothing else could save a sinner\nSinner like me\nOh - But an angel's word\nJust an angel's word\nNow - Oh now - what is - what is too true\nWhat is hard is much too true\nOh - and what's true Oh - is much too too hard\nAnd now where - where could I go but to the Lord\nMama was hard on us but we could take it\nAnd papa didn't give a damn and he couldn't fake it\nThey say freedom\nOh - Freedom is just an other place to hide\nNow I'm coming to you with my arms open wide\nAnd tell me\nWhere could I go - Oh - but to the Lord",0
9119,Fionn_Regan___Noah_Ghost_In_A_Sheet,sad,"""Noah Ghost in a Sheet  There's nobody out there\nIt's just the noise of the wind\nThere's nobody out there\nAnd nobody getting in\n\nI hope that happiness finds\nIt's way to your little house\n\n'Cause while you were sleeping, I\nI played a ghost in a sheet\nWhen our frames collide\nThere's nothing left to be\nThere's nobody out there\nThe rain is just starting to pour\nYou get some rest now\nYou'll worry yourself thin\n\nI hope that happiness finds\nIt's way to your little house\n\n'Cause while you were sleeping, I\nI played a ghost in a sheet\nWhen our frames collide\nThere's nothing left to be\n\nSkeletal wings of birds\nI'll take the stairs\nThe ghosts of tiny animals\nWith the tiniest of feet\n\nThe forecast is going down\nA storm\nA storm",1
4415,Bruce_Dickinson___Son_Of_A_Gun,sad,"""Son of a Gun  Holy was the preacher\nRiding on his rig of steel in the rising sun\nThis was no grim reaper, but a man with a\nSmile who took a pride in a job well done\nOh in a bloodred sunrise\nHe's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die\nDie, die, die'\n\nJust a God given holy roller\nIn a God forsaken land\nHe didn't choose this killing ground\nHe didn't want this scrap of land\nHe's gonna scorch the earth, yeah\nAnd make the rivers run dry\nUntil we learn to hate like him\nOh kill for killing, live to die\nRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun, yeah\nRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun\n\nYou gotta be a hero\nFor one last time\nTo prove through your destruction\nKilling is a great way of life\nThere's a wooden cross somewhere\nWhere they'll bury you down deep\nYou lie to your people, you lie to yourself\nYou're in love with death, you've got no shame\n\nRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun, yeah\nRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun\n\nThe preacher laughed, the preacher cried\nHe loaded bullets as he smiled\nThe congregation sat and wondered would they live or\nWould they die?\nJust an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans\nIn the shadows of a cross\nOh in a bloodred sunrise\nTake me to Jesus, with Judas my guide\nYou might also likeRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun, yeah, yeah\nRide on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun\nRide on you son of a gun, oh yeah\n\nRide on, ride on, ride on, yeah\nRide on, ride on, ride on, yeah\nRide on, ride to history\n\nRide on, ride on, you bleeding heart\nRide on, ride on, you played no part\nRide on, you feel no pity\nRide on, you feel no pain\n\nRide into history",1
2554,Bayside___The_Walking_Wounded,anger,"""The Walking Wounded  [Verse 1]\nI'm weak like a one-armed boxer\nThrowing punch after punch\nAfter punch I, I give in\nI'm so dumb, I'm surprised\nWhen they duck\nA scared pair of walking soldiers\nWe're all wounded anyway\nIn our respective ways\n\n[Chorus 1]\nScientists they couldn't fix me\nI'm so tired of getting out of bed\nBut who would want to die as a cowardly little child?\nWhen our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?\n[Verse 2]\nYou stretch the truth like a crooked salesman\nTelling lie after lie\nAfter lie, but where's the line?\nYou burn bridges, you're breaking down dams\n\n[Chorus 1]\nScientists they couldn't fix me\nI'm so tired of getting out of bed\nBut who would want to die as a cowardly little child?\nWhen our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?\n\n[Bridge]\nLet's take this train for one last stop, I know\nIt's not the end, but it can't be that far\n\n[Chorus 2]\nScientists they couldn't fix me\nI'm so tired of getting out of bed\nBut who would want to die as a cowardly little child?\nWhen our time is up, then our time is up\n\n[Chorus 1]\nScientists they couldn't fix me\nI'm so tired of getting out of bed\nWho would want to die as a cowardly little child?\nWhen our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?See Bayside LiveGet tickets as low as $39",3
975,Altered_Images___Happy_Birthday,happy,"""Happy Birthday  [Refrain]\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\n\n[Verse]\nHappy, happy birthday in a hot bath to those nice, nice nights\nI remember always, always, I got such a fright\nSeeing them in my dark cupboard with my great big cake\n\n[Chorus]\nIf they were me, if they were me\nAnd I was you, and I was you\nIf they were me, if they were me\nAnd I was you, and I was you\nIf they were me and I was you\nWould you've liked a present too?\n[Verse]\nHappy, happy birthday in a hot bath to those nice, nice nights\nI remember always, always, I got such a fright\nSeeing them in my dark cupboard with my great big cake\n\n[Chorus]\nIf they were me, if they were me\nAnd I was you and I was you\nIf they were me, if they were me\nAnd I was you and I was you\nIf they were me and I was you\nWould you've liked a present too?\n\n[Refrain]\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday\nHappy birthday, happy birthday",0
2400,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Life_Turned_Upside_Down,sad,"""Life Turned Upside Down  One, Two, Three, Four\n\nLife is turned down upside down\nBut then maybe\nIt's just been put back the right way round\nAll your dreams realised\nTheres a fire in your eyes\nAnd despite of its size\nYou soon realize that it's alright\n\nTonight, feels right\nNow theres a cross\nThat nobody should really have to bear\nBut then maybe\nThat's just when lifes treating you fair\nThere are lessons you learn\nWhen you've waited your turn\nAnd things didn't turn out\nQuite the way that you dreamt about\nBut it still feels right\n\nTonight, feels right\n\nBut it still feels right",1
5417,Christina_Milian___Satisfaction_Guaranteed,calm,"""Satisfaction Guaranteed  [Verse 1]\nHey boy, I know that you don't know me\nBut if you took a little bit of time to see\nHow I could be I wanna make you happy\nAnd if there's time, let's get together\nBaby, we could do whatever, whatever\nYou pleasure\nBecause today might start forever\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've seen the merchandise\nSo far you're what i like\nOoh boy, you're so fine\nOh, how I wish that you were mine\nIn a little time you'll see\nSatisfaction guaranteed\nYou are all I need\nSo come and give your love to me\n[Chorus]\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed\n\n[Verse 3]\nI know coming on kinda strong\nAnd I feel that we got a chance\nI want you to be my man\nBut if you took a little bit of time to learn about me\nYou will return\nJust try and you'll see\nBoy, don't you know you are so fine\nI want you to be mine\nJust try and see i guarantee\nJust give your love to me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh boy, you got me Got me\nI know you want me want me now\nI've got what you need\nJust give it time and you'll see\n\n[Chorus]\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed\nAnytime you want, just know I'm down\nAnytime anyplace, I'll be around\nBoy, I got what you want\nI'm what you need\nAnytime satisfaction guaranteed",2
3995,Box_Car_Racer___Elevator,sad,"""Elevator  [Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nThe building turned it's back ignored my call\nThe concrete looks too thin to break my fall\nThe sunset stretched across this nighttime scene\nI counted people as I neared the street below\nWhoa-oa-oa, below\nWhoa-oa-oa\n\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nI saw it all, I saw it all go down\nThe shadow grew as he approached the ground\nThe sunset stretched across this nighttime scene\nI turned away as he came near the street below\nWhoa-oa-oa, below\nWhoa-oa-oa, below\n[Hook: Tom DeLonge & Mark Hoppus]\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move on\nLet's forget this, all move onYou might also like1",1
609,Alabama___The_Closer_You_Get,sad,"""The Closer You Get  [Chorus]\nThe closer you get, the further I fall\nI'll be over the edge now in no time at all\nI'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall\nThe closer you get, the further I fall\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe things that you say to me\nThe look on your face\nBrings out the man in me\nDo I see a trace in your eyes of love\n[Chorus]\nThe closer you get, the further I fall\nI'll be over the edge now in no time at all\nI'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall\nThe closer you get, the further I fall\n\n[Verse 2]\nCould I be dreaming\nIs this really real\nBecause there's something magic\nThe way that I feel in your arms tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nThe closer you get, oh yeah, the further I fall\nI'll be over the edge now in no time at all\nI'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall\nThe closer you get, mmhmm, the further I fall\n\n[Bridge]\nKeep falling, oh, yeah, yeah, keep falling\nMmm falling, oh, yeah, yeah, I'm falling\nYes I'm falling Yes I'm falling, yes I'm falling\nYes I'm falling Yes I'm falling, yes I'm falling\nYes we're falling Yes we're falling, yes we're falling\n\n[Chorus]\nThe closer you get, oh yeah, the further I fall, mmhmm\nI'll be over the edge now in no time at all\nI'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall Oh yeah\nThe closer you get, mmhmm, the further I fall\nThe closer you get, the further I fall\nI'll be over the edge now in no time at all\nI'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall\nThe closer you getSee Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17You might also like1",1
5546,Claudine_Longet___God_Only_Knows,happy,"""God Only Knows  I may not always love you\nBut long as there are stars above you\nYou never need to doubt it\nI'll make you so sure about it\nGod only knows what I'd be without you\nIf you should ever leave me\nLife would still go on believe me\nThe world could show nothing to me\nSo what good would living do me?\nGod only knows what I'd be without you\nGod only knows what I'd be without you\nIf you should ever leave me\nWell life would still go on believe me\nThe world could show nothing to me\nSo what good would living do me?\nGod only knows what I'd be without you\nGod only knows what I'd be without you",0
2216,Avril_Lavigne___Hot,happy,"""Hot  [Intro]\nOh, oh-oh\nYou're so good to me, baby, baby\n\n[Verse 1]\nI wanna lock you up in my closet\nWhere no one's around\nI wanna put your hand in my pocket\nBecause you're allowed\nI wanna drive you into the corner\nAnd kiss you without a sound\nI wanna stay this way forever\nI'll say it loud\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you're in\nAnd you can't get out\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make me so hot, make me wanna drop\nYou're so ridiculous, I can barely stop\nI can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream\nYou're so fabulous, you're so good to me baby, baby\nYou're so good to me, baby, baby\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can make you feel all better\nJust take it in\nAnd I can show you all the places\nYou've never been Ah\nAnd I can make you say everything\nThat you never said\nAnd I will let you do anything\nAgain and again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you're in\nAnd you can't get out\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make me so hot, make me wanna drop\nYou're so ridiculous, I can barely stop\nI can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream\nYou're so fabulous, you're so good to me baby, baby\nYou're so good to me, baby, baby\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Bridge]\nKiss me gently\nAlways, I know\nHold me, love me\nDon't ever go\nOh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make me so hot, make me wanna drop\nYou're so ridiculous, I can barely stop\nI can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream\nYou're so fabulous You're so good to me, you're so good to me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make me so hot Yeah, make me wanna drop\nYou're so ridiculous, I can barely stop\nI can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream\nYou're so fabulous You're so good to me\nYou're so good to me, baby, baby\nYou're so good to me, baby, baby\n\n[Outro]\nYou're so good14",0
4422,Bruce_Robison___Desperately,happy,"""Desperately  Every night it's the same\nI hear you callin' my name\nYou're lyin' next to me\n\nI give into your charms\nYou disappear in my arms\nI realize it's just a dream\n\nDesperately, I long to feel your touch\nBut you left me all alone in love\nAnd now I shake the sleep from my head\nAnd try to crawl out of bed\nToday is just another day\n\nI make the coffee for one\nI turn the radio on\nPretend that every thing's okay, but\n\nDesperately, I long to feel your touch\nBut you left me all alone in love\n\nAnd now I know there's no reason to smile\nIt's gonna take me awhile\nBut I still love you desperately\n\nDesperately, I long to feel your touch\nBut you left me all alone in love\n\nAnd now I watch the sun goin' down\nThere ain't nobody around\nI feel the night in the breeze\n\nI keep on tellin' myself\nI don't need nobody else\nAnd I can do as I please, but\nYou might also likeDesperately, I long to feel your touch\nBut you left me all alone in love\n\nAnd now I desperately, I long to feel your touch\nBut you left me all alone in love\n\nAnd every night it's the same\nI hear you callin' my name\nI still love you desperately\n\nI still love you\nI still want you\nI still love you desperately\n\nI still love you\nI still want you\nLove you desperately",0
6342,Danger_Danger___Turn_It_On,happy,"""Turn It On  I never thought I would get ta know ya\nNow you're hangin' on tight and I can't control ya\nLegs so long, lips so sweet\nHey, little girl, you're good enough to eat\n\nOoh, you got me tossin' and turnin'\nBaby, can't you see how I'm burnin'?\n\nTurn it on\nCome on, baby\nTurn it on\nYou're drivin' me crazy\nI can't believe all the noise you're makin'\nAm I really that good or are you just fakin'?\nFeels so good, deep inside\nIt's like a nonstop rocket roller coaster ride, uh-huh\n\nGirl, you know you're drivin' me crazy\nYou're the only one who can save me\n\nTurn it on\nCome on, baby\nTurn it on\nYou're drivin' me crazy\n\nOh, turn it on\n\nWhoa, turn the lights down low\nWhoa, take it nice and slow\nWhoa, when I lose control, turn it on!\n\n[?]\n\nTurn it on\nCome on, baby\nTurn it on\nYou're drivin' me crazy\nYou might also likeTurn it on\nCome on, baby\nCome on, come on\nTurn it on\nYou're drivin' me\nYou're drivin' me\nYou're drivin' me crazy\n\nTurn it on\nTurn it on\nTurn it on\nTurn it on",0
3013,Big_D_and_The_Kids_Table___Little_Bitch,happy,"""Little Bitch  1, 2...\nIf you ever hear a noise in the night\nYour body starts to sweat\nIt shakes and shivers with fright\nYou go to sleep with your\nMother she hates your guts\nShe knows that you love her\nSo she holds you tight\nAll through the night\nUntil the broad daylight\nAnd when she doesn't come home\nYou gotta sleep alone\nThen you wet your bed\nAnd I think thats sad\nFor a girl of 19 thats more than sad\nIt's OBSCENE!\n1, 2...\nYour girlfriend's sweet a little 17\nShe got the layered hair and the flared jeans\nYou know what that means\nShe's just a little queen\nShe shares your London flat\nShe thinks that London's where it's at\nAlthough it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat\nAnd your plum colored PVC wet-look maxi mac\nYou tie your ginger hair back in a bun\nYou're the ugliest creature\nUNDER THE SUN!\n\n1, 2... GO!\n\n1, 2...\nAnd you think it's 'bout time that you die\nAnd I agree, so you decide on suicide\nYou try, but you never quite carry it off\nYou only want to die in order to show off\nAnd if you think youre gonna bleed all over me\nYou're even wronger than you'd normally be\nAnd the only thing you wanna see are kitch\nThe only thing you wanna be is rich\nYour little pink pointed nose begins twitch\nI know, you know\nYOU'RE JUST A LITTLE... BITCH!\nYou might also like1, 2...",0
3321,Black_Kids___Im_Not_Gonna_Teach_Your_Boyfriend_How_To_Dance_With_You,happy,"""I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You  [Verse 1]\nYou are the girl that I've been dreamin' of\nEver since I was a little girl\nYou are the girl that I've been dreamin' of\nEver since I was a little girl\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOne: I'm bitin' my tongue\nTwo: He's kissin' on you\nThree: Oh, why can't you see?\nOne, two, three, four!\n[Chorus]\nThe word's on the streets and it's on the news\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you\nHe's got two left feet and he bites my moves\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nThe second I do, I know we're gonna be through\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you\nHe don't suspect a thing, I wish he'd get a clue\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou are the girl that I've been dreamin' of\nEver since I was a little girl\nYou are the girl that I've been dreamin' of\nEver since, ever since\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOne: I'm bitin' my tongue\nTwo: He's kissin' on you\nThree: Oh, why can't you see?\nOne, two, three, four!\n\n[Chorus]\nThe word's on the streets and it's on the news\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you\nHe's got two left feet and he bites my moves\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nThe second I do, I know we're gonna be through\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you\nHe don't suspect a thing, I wish he'd get a clue\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nOh-oh\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh\nOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOne: You're bitin' my tongue\nTwo: I'm kissin' on you\nThree: Is he better than me?\nOne, two, three, four!\n\n[Chorus]\nThe word's on the streets and it's on the news\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you\nHe's got two left feet and he bites my moves\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nOh\n\n[Outro]\nDo-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nDo-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nDo-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nDo-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nI'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance\nDance, dance, dance, dance, dance12",0
2607,Bebel_Gilberto___Cada_Beijo,happy,"'Cada Beijo  Até o anoitecer chegar\nE nos envolver\nPassando do azul pro azul escuro\n\nAté o rosa iluminar você\nAqui distante eu vou chorar\nPor nós dois\n\nHummm, cada beijo\nCada beijo bom\nHummm, que saudades\nDe te beijar\nHummm, cada beijo\nCada beijo bom\nHummm, cada beijo com sons\nAgóra não tem mais azul nenhum\nSózinho fico com a lembrança sem côr\n\nHummm, cada beijo\nCom um gosto bom\nHummm, cada beijo\nTem um tom\nHummm, cada beijo\nCada beijo bom\nHummm, cada beijo com som\n\nHummm, cada beijo\nCada beijo bom\nHummm, que saudades\nDe te beijar\nHummm, cada beijo\nCada beijo bom\nHummm, cada beijo com som\n\nTranslation:\nUntil dusk approaches\nAnd involves us\nPassing from blue to dark blue\n\nUntil the pink illuminates you\nHere in the distance I will cry\nFor both of us\nYou might also likeHmmm, each kiss\nEach good kiss\nHmmm, how I miss\nKissing you\nHmmm, each kiss\nEach good kiss\nHmmm, each kiss with sounds\n\nNow there not any blue left\nAlone I am with a colorless memory\n\nHmmm, each kiss\nWith a good taste\nHmmm, each kiss\nHas a key\nHmmm, each kiss\nEach good kiss\nHmmm, each kiss with sound\n\nHmmm, each kiss\nEach good kiss\nHmmm, how I miss\nKissing you\nHmmm, each kiss\nEach good kiss\nHmmm, each kiss with soundEmbed', 'default'",0
5004,Cat_Power___Speak_For_Me,sad,"""Speak for Me  [Verse 1]\nPick us up we're all by ourselves\nThe great big howling is about to begin\nA thousand miles from where it all begins\nOld world, the whole world is\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGoing on and on\nForfeit, the shape to fit\nThe backhand to a touch is moving on again\nForfeit, the shape to fit\nGoing on and on, you know\nForfeit, the shape to fit\n[Chorus]\nWhats next? I'm out of time\nLosing my touch, I can't feel\nSpeak for me\nCan you see the same signs?\nDo you know how\nTo read between the lines?\nAll in all, it's all or none, all for one\nWhat you want?\n\n[Verse 2]\nPick us out of a line up\nStranded and strange just as innocent as kids\nThe found are leaving and they're trying to forget\nThe old world, the whole world is\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGoing on and on\nForfeit, the shape to fit\nThe backhand to a touch is moving on again\nForfeit, the shape to fit\nGoing on and on, you know\nForfeit, the shape to fit\n\n[Chorus]\nWhats next? I'm out of time\nLosing my touch, I can't feel\nSpeak for me\nCan you see the same signs?\nDo you know how\nTo read between the lines?\nAll in all, it's all or none, all for one\nWhat you want?\nYou might also like[Outro]\nGoing on and on",1
7751,Edie_Brickell__New_Bohemians___What_I_Am,happy,"""What I Am  [Verse 1]\nI'm not aware of too many things\nI know what I know, if you know what I mean\nPhilosophy is the talk on a cereal box\nReligion is the smile on a dog\nI'm not aware of too many things\nI know what I know if you know what I mean\n\n[Bridge]\nChoke me in the shallow water\nBefore I get too deep\n[Chorus]\nWhat I am is what I am\nAre you what you are, or what?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm not aware of too many things\nI know what I know, if you know what I mean\nPhilosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks\nReligion is a light in the fog\nI'm not aware of too many things\nI know what I know, if you know what I mean\n\n[Bridge]\nChoke me in the shallow water\nBefore I get too deep\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I am is what I am\nAre you what you are, or what?\n\n[Bridge]\nChoke me in the shallow water\nBefore I get too deep\n\n[Chorus]\nChoke me in the shallow water\nBefore I get too deep\nYou might also like[Outro]\nDon't let me get too deep\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat I am is what I am\nAre you what you are, or what?7",0
3030,Big_Star___Way_Out_West,sad,"""Way Out West  She's a schemer and she makes me bad\nBut I love her like those lonely nights\nI was in a big room playing my things\nOh I wish she were here she can be so kind\nWhen she's not trying to hide\nShe tries not to love me but she knows she can\n\nAnd why don't you come on back from way out west?\nAnd love me, we can work out the rest\n\nAnd why don't you come on back from way out west?\nAnd love me, we can work out the rest\nShe thinks she's a mystery to all\nBut I know what's behind those eyes\nSometimes I think she'll make me forget\nWhat I need most to remember\nAnd then I'll slip on back\nEven if they say it's better\n\nAnd why don't you come on back from way out west?\nAnd love me, we can work out the rest",1
8918,Fats_Domino___Be_My_Guest,happy,"""Be My Guest  Come on baby and be my guest\nCome join the party and meet the rest\nEverything is gonna be all right\nSo be my guest tonight\n\nWe're gonna dance to the rock 'n' roll\nWe're gonna even do the stroll\nWe're gonna Lindy Hop and Suzy Q\nIt's a special party just for you\n\nMy, my-oh-mine, gee you're so fine\nDon't let me down\nI'm the king but you can wear my crown\nI'm gonna sing, my band gonna play\nI'm gonna make you queen for a day\nEverything is gonna be all right\nSo be my guest tonight\nMy, my-oh-mine, gee you're so fine\nDon't let me down\nI'm the king but you can wear my crown\nI'm gonna sing, my band gonna play\nI'm gonna make you queen for a day\nEverything is gonna be all right\nSo be my guest tonight",0
4347,Britney_Spears_feat_Pharrell_Williams___Boys,sad,"""Boys The Co-Ed Remix  [Intro: Britney Spears]\nFor whatever reason\nI feel like I've been wanting you all my life\nYou don't understand?\nI'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time\nIt's over now\n\n[Verse 1: Britney Spears]\nI spotted you dancing, you made all the girls stare\nThose lips and your brown eyes ooh, and the sexy hair\nI should shake my thang, make the world want you\nTell your boys you'll be back, I wanna see what you can do\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Britney Spears]\nWhat would it take for you to just leave with me?\nNot tryna sound conceited\nBut you and me were meant to be\nYou're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl\nLet's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world\n\n[Chorus 1: Britney Spears]\nBoys, sometimes a girl just needs one You know I need you\nBoys, to love her and to hold I just want you to touch me\nBoys, and when a girl is with one\nBoys, then she's in control\n\n[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams & Britney Spears]\nPull your girl off the dance floor, whisper her in ear\nMust've said something about me So, what you say?\n'Cause now she's looking over here\nYou looking at me, with that sexy attitude?\nBut the way your girls moving it, it puts me in the mood\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams & Britney Spears]\nWhat would it take for you to just leave with me? Come on, girl\nNot tryna sound conceited, but meeting you was destiny Don't you know?\nI'm from N.E.R.D. Ooh\nAren't you Britney? Don't you know?\nLet's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty thing\nGet nasty!\nYou might also like[Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams & Britney Spears]\nGirls, I can't speak for no one I get nasty\nGirls, well, I need her all the time I get nasty\nGirls, I don't know 'bout your girl I get nasty\nGirls, but I know she's judging mine You like that? Ooh\n\n[Chorus 1: Britney Spears]\nBoys, sometimes a girl just needs one I get nasty\nBoys, to love her and to hold I get nasty\nBoys, and when a girl is with one I get nasty\nBoys, then she's in control\n\n[Bridge: Britney Spears]\nYou like that?\nHere we go\nHave no fear\nBaby, what you waiting for?\nUh-uh\nLet me see what you can do\n\n[Chorus 1: Britney Spears]\nBoys, sometimes a girl just needs one\nBoys, to love her and to hold The way that you move\nBoys, and when a girl is with one Is kinda turning me on\nBoys, then she's in control oh\n[Chorus 2: Pharrell Williams & Britney Spears]\nGirls, I can't speak for no one\nGirls, well, I need her all the time It's just me and you, baby\nGirls, I don't know 'bout your girl\nGirls, but I know she's judging mine Get nasty\n\n[Outro: Britney Spears & Pharrell Williams]\nBoys\nGirls\nBoys\nGirls\nBoys Can't live with 'em\nGirls\nBoys Can't live without 'em\nGirls\nGet nasty!1",1
4091,Brand_New___I_Will_Play_My_Game_Beneath_the_Spin_Light,anger,"'I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light  [Verse 1]\nThe time has come for colds and overcoats\nWe\'re quiet on the ride\nWe\'re all just waiting to get home\nAnother week away, my greatest fear\nI need the smell of summer\nI need its noises in my ears\nIf looks could really kill\nThen my profession would be staring\nKnow we do this cause we care\nNot for the thrill\nCollect calls to home\nTell them that I realize\nThat everyone who lives will someday die\nAnd die alone\n[Chorus]\nAnd we won\'t let you in\nThough we\'re down and out\nNo we won\'t let you in\nYou win, you win, you win\n\n[Verse 2]\nI wrote more postcards than hooks\nI read more maps than books\nFeel like every chance to leave\nIs another chance I should have took\nEvery minute is a mile\nI\'ve never felt so hollow\nI\'m an old abandoned church with broken pews\nAnd empty aisles\nMy secrets for a buck\nWatch me as I cut myself wide open\nOn this stage\nYes, I am paid to spill my guts\nI won\'t see home till spring\nOh, I would kill for the Atlantic\nBut I am paid to make girls panic\nWhile I sing\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we won\'t let you in\nThough we\'re down and out\nNo we won\'t let you in\nAnd we won\'t let you in\nWe don’t want what isn’t ours\nWe won\'t let you in\nYou win, you win, you win\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAnd the coastline is quiet\nWhile we\'re quietly losing control\nAnd we\'re silent but sure\nWe invented the cure\nThat will wash out my memories of her\n""The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered\nThe water is red.""\nLike you, like you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we won\'t let you in\nThough we\'re down and out\nNo we won\'t let you in\nAnd we won\'t let you in\nWe don’t want what isn’t ours\nWe won\'t let you in\nYou win, you win, you win...3Embed', 'default'",3
3378,Black_Sabbath___Black_Sabbath,sad,"""Black Sabbath  [Instrumental Intro]\n[Riff]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat is this that stands before me?\nFigure in black which points at me\nTurn 'round quick and start to run\nFind out I'm the chosen one\nOh, no\n[Verse 2]\nBig black shape with eyes of fire\nTelling people their desire\nSatan's sitting there, he's smiling\nWatches those flames get higher and higher\nOh, no, no, please, God, help me\n\n[Outro]\nIs it the end, my friend?\nSatan's coming 'round the bend\nPeople running 'cause they're scared\nThe people better go and beware\nNo, no, please, noYou might also like16",1
6040,Crowded_House___Love_This_Life,anger,"""Love This Life  Seal my fate\nI get your tongue in the mail\nNo one is wise\nUntil they see how it lies\nLove this life\nDon't wait 'til the next one comes\nGonna pedal my faith\nThe wheels are still turning round, turn round\n\nAnd maybe the day will come\nWhen you'll never have to feel no pain\nAfter all my complaining\nGonna love this life, gonna love this life\nLove this life, love this life\nAnd so they threw you in jail\nWhatever you've done\nIt was a million to one\nAnd don't you just love this life\nWhen it's holding you down?\nGonna pedal my faith\nThe wheels are still turning round, turn round\n\nSo maybe the day will come\nWhen you'll never have to feel no pain\nAfter all my complaining\nGonna love this life, gonna love this life\nGonna love this life, gonna love this life\nGonna love\n\nHere's something that you can do\nEven if you think that I hate you\nStop your complaining\nLeave me defenseless\nWhen you love this life, gonna love this life\nGonna love this life, though you'll never know why\nGonna love this life, gonna loveSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30",3
512,Aimee_Mann___I_Was_Thinking_I_Could_Clean_Up_For_Christmas,sad,"""I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas  [Chorus]\nI was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nAnd then, baby, I'm through\nFour more weeks that couldn't make any difference\nExcept maybe to you\n\n[Verse 1]\nBut I've tried to use that trick\nLike a carrot on a stick\nSo I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nThen, baby, I'm through\n[Chorus]\nSo I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nAnd then, baby, I'm through\nI was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nAnd then, baby, I'm done\nOne less fucker trying to get in the business\nOf the prodigal son\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhere I know I can't compete\nOnce I'm off of Hastings Street\nSo I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nThen, baby, I'm done\n\n[Bridge]\n'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober\nAnd I've been this way since the end of October\nAnd I know enough to know\nThat, baby, when it's over, it's over\nAnd it's over\n'Cause, baby, I'm done\n\n[Chorus]\nI was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nAnd then call it a day\nTell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness\nTo my moral decay\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also like[Verse 3]\nAnd that, once upon a time\nI believed it was a victimless crime\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas\nThen call it a day\nThen call it a day\nThen call it a day",1
8405,Envy__Other_Sins___Almost_Certainly_Elsewhere,sad,"""Almost Certainly Elsewhere  Did you catch a look at your friend drooling in the drawing room?\nHis eyes were fixed on yours, dear\nBut his mind was almost certainly elsewhere\nHe couldn't give a damn if you understand\nHe's trying to get his hands on your loot\n\nIf you go I will go, because nothing else seems to fit\nAlthough we know we've been wasting our time\nNow we're blinded by it\nIf you go I will go\nIt's been so long since I saw you waiting at the dock of the bay\nWhen I turned up in my lifeboat\nBut pretty soon I was beginning to drift away\nI saw you turn and call out to me\nAnd I think I heard the words that you said",1
7477,Doves___Northenden,sad,"'Northenden  Fuck Longsight\nAnd Levenshulme\nSame goes for Stockport and Hulme\nWe doing alright\nJust post-house blues\nCos this is northenden in the afternoon\n\nThe kids are deranged\nThey love guns and kidnap\nThats just the way we do things here\nThe day dies down\nNot a moment too soon\nUnder the northenden afternoon\nNorthenden afternoonYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1254,Andrew_Bird___Dark_Matter,calm,"""Darkmatter  [Verse 1]\nWhen I was just a little boy\nI threw away all of my action toys\nWhile I became obsessed with Operation\n\n[Verse 2]\nWith hearts and minds and certain glands\nYou gotta learn to keep a steady hand\nAnd thus began my morbid fascination\n\n[Bridge]\nTore the spines from out of all of these self-help books\nMade myself a gun that not only shoots but looks so real\nYeah, it shoots through steel with rays of darkmatter\nRays of darkmatter\n[Verse 3]\nDo you wonder where the self resides\nIs it in your head or between your sides\nAnd who'll would be the one who will decide\nIts true location\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd does the thought about this red and black\nThought of tongues that taste you back\nFill you with the nausea of elation\n\n[Bridge]\nNoose is loosed around our necks made of DNA\nAnd every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say\nAnd you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter\nJust before they kick out, they kick out the ladder\nWith rays of darkmatter, rays of darkmatter\nLike something catching fire\n\n[Verse 3]See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",2
5774,Company_B___Fascinated,happy,"""Fascinated  [Verse 1]\nI want to play with you tonight\nHold me\nThat's all that's on my mind\nBaby, something feels so right\nMaybe we could play tonight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI want to be so in love with you\nI want to do just what you want to do\nI want to be all that to you\nI got a dream\nAnd you can make it true\n[Chorus]\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\n\n[Verse 2]\nLove me until the morning light\nPlease me, make me feel alright\nKiss me, let me make you mine\nI love it, loving you sometime\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCome on, come on\nI want to be with you\nCome on, come on\nI won't get over you\nI want to do just what you want me to\nI got a dream\nAnd you can make it good\n\n[Chorus]\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated by the way you make me feel\nCause I, I'm fascinated by your love, boy\nAnd I'm fascinated by your love toy\nI'm fascinated",0
751,Alice_In_Chains___Down_In_A_Hole,sad,"""Down in a Hole  [Intro: Jerry Cantrell]\nOoh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n\n[Intro: Jerry Cantrell]\nBury me softly in this womb\nI give this part of me for you\nSand rains down and here I sit\nHolding rare flowers in a tomb, in bloom\n\n[Verse 1: Layne Staley]\nDown in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved\nSee my heart, I decorate it like a grave\nYou don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be\nLook at me now, a man who won't let himself be\n[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nDown in a hole, feelin' so small\nDown in a hole, losin' my soul\nI'd like to fly but my wings have been so denied\n\n[Verse 2: Layne Staley]\nDown in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place\nI've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste\nI have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth\nI will speak no more of my feelings beneath\n\n[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nDown in a hole, feeling so small\nDown in a hole, losin' my soul\nI'd like to fly but my wings have been so denied\n\n[Bridge: Jerry Cantrell and Layne Staley]\nBury me softly in this womb\nOh, I wanna be inside of you\nI give this part of me for you\nOh, I wanna be inside of you\nSand rains down and here I sit\nOh, I wanna be inside of you\nHolding rare flowers in a tomb, in bloom\nOh, I wanna be inside\nYou might also like[Chorus: Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell]\nDown in a hole, feeling so small\nDown in a hole, losin' my soul\nDown in a hole, feeling so small\nDown in a hole, out of control\nI'd like to fly but my wings have been so denied38",1
9226,Flipsyde__Piper___Happy_Birthday,sad,"'', 'default'",1
2246,Ayreon___Day_Fourteen_Pride,happy,"""Day Fourteen: Pride  [Me]\nI have always been creative, I don't understand\nAspired to be an artist, not a businessman\n\n[Pride]\nYou need to show your old man you're in control\nTo be successful, you'd sell your own soul!\n\n[Me]\nI've always been respectable, I don't understand\nI tried to be compassionate, I'm not a ruthless man!\n[Pride]\nYou need to show them you're superior, you lead the field\nNo one opposes you, all man must yield!\n[Me]\nI've always been affectionate, don't understand\nI really love her, I'm not a heartless man!\n\n[Pride]\nYou have no time for commitments, they get in the way\nGet down to business, there's no time to play!\n[Reason]\nYou can still change, and right what is wrong\n\n[Pride]\nBut can you swallow me, or am I too strong?\n\n[Reason]\nYou have to get back now, it's not too late\n\n[Pride]\nIt's not like you to resign to your fate\n\n[Reason]\nThe loved ones are waiting, break out of your cage\n[Pride]\nYou have the power, give in to your rage\n\n[Reason]\nListen to Pride now, for once now he's right\n\n[Pride]\nListen to Reason, let us be your guide",0
4433,Bruce_Springsteen___Jacobs_Ladder,happy,"""Jacob’s Ladder  [Chorus]\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nYeah, we're brothers, sisters, all\n\n[Verse 1]\nEvery rung goes higher and higher\nEvery rung goes higher and higher\nEvery rung goes higher and higher\nWe are brothers, sisters, all\nEvery new rung just, just makes us stronger\nEvery new rung just, just makes us stronger\nEvery new rung just, just makes us stronger\nYeah, we are brothers and sisters, all\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nYeah, we're brothers, sisters, all\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe are climbing higher and higher\nWe are climbing higher and higher\nWe are climbing higher and higher\nYeah, we are brothers and sisters and all\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nWe are climbing, Jacob's ladder\nYeah, we're brothers, sisters, allSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12",0
4268,Bright_Eyes___When_The_President_Talks_To_God_Single_Version,anger,"'Walt Whitman An American  His rooms in Camden were shin-deep in wadded paper; nonchalance was one of the household gods. Visitors, wading in, knew the others so numinously there around the old man with so much white hair and beard, so freckled and so barbarically slouched on a buffalo robe: the ghosts of Rossini and Scott, of Lincoln and Columbus, of Ancharsis Cloots and Elias Hicks, and two supreme goddesses, Artemis Philomeirix and Eleutheria who eidolon was erected in his sixty-third year on Bedloe’s Island, a gift from the French, three hundred and two feet tall, status and pediment together, the word of Frédéric-Auguste Bartholdi, at the sight of which millions of eyes would water in gray dawns with an anguish of hope which only Whitman’s poetry can duplicate “Not a grave of the murdered for freedom but grows seed for freedom…in its turn to bear seed, Which the winds carry far and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish”, Liberty.\nLincoln, on horseback, tipped his hat to him in Washington one day, a gazing stranger whom Lincoln must have supposed was some office seeker or underling in one of the departments, perhaps a geologist with that grizzled a beard. It was the Republican equivalent of Napoleon looking in on Goethe to talk history and poetry.\nHe attended Poe’s funeral, standing toward the back of the mourners. He comforted the dying in the war like Henry James and wrote letters home for them like Ezra Pound at Pisa.  Not until he was an old man did anyone care or know who he was. George Collins Cox came and photographed him hugging children and copyrighted the photograph, as if Walt were Niagara Falls or Grand Grand Canyon; Thomas Eakins came and did a masterpiece of a portrait. Young men came and learned what they might do with their lives, John Burroughs being the star pupil.\n\nLike Poe, he has always been suspect in his own country. To name the Walt Whitman Bridge the authorities had to sidestep the objections of Christians and Patriots that his morals were un-American. Emerson, who once strolled through the louvre without stopping in front of a single picture, was at pains to have it known that he was not a close friend of Whitman’s. Thoreau wrote in his journal, December 1, 1856: “As for the sensuality in Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass,’ I do not so much wish that it was not written, as that men and women were so pure that they could read it without harm.”\n\n“Whitman,” Kafka told his friend Gustav Janouch, “belongs among the greatest formal innovators in the modern lyric. One can regard his unrhymed verse as the progenitor of the free rhythms of Arno Hols, Émile Verhaeren, and Paul Claudel…the formal element in Walt Whitman’s poetry found an enormous echo throughout the world. Yet Walt Whitman’s significance lies elsewhere. He combined the contemplation of nature and of civilization, which are apparently entirely contradictory, into a single intoxicating vision of life, because he always had sight of the transitoriness of all phenomena. He said: ‘Life is the little thing that is left over from dying.’ So he gave his whole heart to every leaf of grass. I admire in him the reconciliation of art and nature….He was really a Christian and—with a close affinity especially to us Jews—he was therefore an important measure of the status and worth of humanity.”* [FOOTNOTE *Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka, translated by Goronwy Rees, New Directions, 1971, p. 167.]\n\n“Have you read the American poems by Whitman?” Van Gogh wrote to his sister-in-law in September 1888. “I am sure Theo has them, and I strongly advise you to read them, because to begin with they are very fine, and the English speak about them a good deal. He sees in the future, and even in the present, a world of healthy, carnal love, strong and frank—of friendship—of work—under the great starlit vault of heaven a something which after all one can only call God—and eternity in its place above this world. At first it makes you smile, it is all so candid and pure; but it sets you thinking for the same reason.\n“The ‘Prayer of Columbus’ is very beautiful.”** [FOOTNOTE ** Complete Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, Vol. III, New York Graphic Society, 1958, p. 445.]\n\nThe range of sensibilities that responded to his is impressive and a bit puzzling: Henry James, Melville, Swinbure, Tennyson, Victor Hugo, John Hay, Yeats, the Rossettis. He was a force useful to talents as diverse as those of William Carlos Williams and Dino Campana, Guillaume Apollinaire and Hart Crane. He had freed poetry from exclusive commitments to narrative and the ode. He closed the widening distance between poet and audience. He talks to us face to face, so that our choice is between listening and turning away. And in turning away there is the uneasy feeling that we are turning our backs on the very stars and on ourselves.\n\nHe succeeded in making himself a symbol of American idealism as bright as and in many ways far more articulate than Jefferson or Jackson. But as an ideal figure he turned out to be risky currency. Thoreau and Emerson were safer, more respectable, and more apt to remain in the realm of ideas.\n\nWhitman, Jack Yeats complained, was bad for the American spirit because it seemed to him that we indulged all too naturally in that in which Whitman urged us to wallow. Beerbohm caricatured this view of Whitman “…inciting the American eagle to soar”, and the young Ezra Pound in his pre-Raphaelite suit thought Whitman much too much, while intelligently suspecting that there was something there that the critics weren’t seeing.\n\nThere are lots of things the critics haven’t seen. It is for instance worthwhile reading Whitman against the intellectual background he assumed his readers knew and which is no longer remembered except sporadically: the world of Alexander von Humboldt from which Whitman takes the word cosmos; Louis Agassiz, for whom Thoreau collected turtles; Volney’s Ruins, the historical perspective of which is as informative in Whitman as in Shelley; Fourier; Scott. A great deal that seems naïve and spontaneous in Whitman has roots and branches.\n\nHis age still read Plutarch as part of its education, and Whitman’s understanding of erotic camaraderie looks different less personal and eccentric beside a knowledge of the Theban Sacred Band under Pelopidas and Epameinondas, whose conversations in Elysium with Freud one would like to hear, those heroes who names were terror to the Spartan infantry, who were Pythagoreans who believed, in the Master’s dictum, that a friend is another self, who were sworn to chastity, and who passed daily the palace of an old king named Oedipus.\n\nAnd they were, as they said in their language, democrats.\n\nWhitman’s fond gaze was for grace that is unaware of itself; his constant pointing to beauty in common robust people was a discovery. Custom said that beauty was elsewhere. Women in his time were pathologically interested in their own looks, especially in well-to-do families, because that would be their sole achievement, aside from motherhood, on this earth. There were laced breathlessly into corsets, caged in hoop-skirts, harnessed into bustles. Their bodies were girl about with bodices, drawers, bloomers, stockings, gloves, petticoats. Their shoes were always too small. They took no more exercise than aged invalids. Their hair was curled with irons heated in an open fire, then oiled, then shoved into a bonnet it would tire a horse to wear. Their flesh never met the light of the sun. They fainted frequently and understandably. How in the world did they pee?\n\nIn Plutarch you could read about Spartan girls who wrestled with boys, both naked. It was the opinion of the Spartans that clothing on would be indecent. We know of a Philadelphia woman in the time of Dr. Benjamin Rush who chose to die in modesty rather than let a doctor see her breasts.\n\nOn suspects that Theoreau would have married a woodchuck or a raccoon, in the biology of the union could have been arranged. Whitman might, given the opportunity, like Clarence King or Lafcadio Hearn, have married a black woman. It was one of his fantasies that he had had one for a mistress.\n\nFreud’s replacing one Calvinism with another pretty much the same should not fool us into thinking we can say that Whitman’s love for handsome boys was a psychosis which we can then subtract from his book, like Victoria looking at da Vinci’s notebooks with the anatomical drawings decorously covered by brown paper. That love is the very heart of his vision. He was re-inventing a social bond that had been in civilization from the beginning, that had, in Christian Europe, learned various dodges, \\and met its doom in Puritanism and was thus not in the cultural package unloaded on Plymoth Rock.\n\nAs in the ancient world Whitman had no patience with the pathic as his word was, the effeminate. He wanted in men and women a love that was unaware of itself, as heroism is unaware of itself, as children are unaware of their own beauty. What Whitman was observing as the mating habits of the species was a debased form of Courtly Love that the industrial revolution had entwined with commerce a pretty wife was an asset to a rich man, indeed, she was part of his wealth. Women were caught in a strange new myth, as if Pluto were the most eligible husband for Persephone.\n\nThere was accuracy in Whitman’s turning to those spirits that were free to be lively, lusty, inventive. He loved as Nietzsche said of the Greeks, the health of the race. His race was like none before. It stood at a unique place in history. It joined the two halves of the world. Whitman’s great vision culminated in his celebration of the spanning of our continent with rails, the closing of the gap between Europe and America with the transatlantic cable, and the opening of the Suez Canal. These completed the circle Columbus had drawn the first brace arc of. More than commerce would flow along that new route that at last belted the whole earth. Why should not ideas as archaic as man himself immigrate along that line?\nOne reason Whitman is so interested right now is that we do not yet know if that band around the earth is an umbilicus or a strangling cord. Albert Speer explained at Nuremberg that radio and telephone had amplified Hitler’s scope and accelerated the implementation of his orders so far beyond any power available to previous tyrants that we need a new kind of imagination to grasp how so much evil could have been done in those twelve infernal years. The first hell allowed by the world belt was Whitman’s own Civil War, an old feud of the English that infected the new world and broke out with renewed vigor, Roundhead and Cavalier, North and South, industrialist and planter.\n\nWhitman’s fellow nurse in the Union hospitals, Henry James, would live until 1916, another hell caused by easy scope of movement. Modernity seems to sink Whitman’s vision of a cohesive society further and further back into the past while isolating its essential purity and brilliance. The final sterilizer of his vision would seem to be the internal combustion engine, which has made all movement restless and capricious.\n\nAnd at the center of all Whitman’s poetry there is movement. His age walked with a sprier step than ours; it bounced in buckboard and carriage; a man on a horse has his blood shaken and his muscles pulled. A man in an automobile is as active as a sloth; an airplane ride offers no activity more strenuous than turning the pages of a magazine. Dullness, constant numbing dullness, was the last thing Whitman would have thought of America, but that is what has happened.\n\nIn his second letter to Emerson Whitman objected at length to “writers fraudulently assuming as always dead what everyone knows to be always alive. He meant sex; I wonder if the assumption might not now be valid of the mind. From Whitman onward there is a distrust of the poet in the United States. The art of genteel America was to be fiction, the movies, and Schlagsahne. There is a bewildering irony in New England Transcendentalism’s fathering both Whitman and the current notion that poetry is cultural icing, spiritual uplift, wholly unrelated to anything at all. What was useful to middle-class frumpery was trivialized for anthologies, and the rest dismissed to the attention of professors and idealists.\n\nWithin a few miles of each other in the 1880s Whitman was putting last touches to his great book, Eadweard Muybridge was movements milliseconds apart of thousands of animals, naked athletes, and women, and Thomas Eakins was painting surgeons, boxers, musicians, wrestlers, and Philadelphians. Mary Cassatt, who might have been among them, had moved to France, Permanently. In a sense Muybridge and Eakins were catching up with Whitman’s pioneering. Their common subject, motion, the robust real, skilled and purposeful action, was distinctly American, an invention. Eakins and Muybridge were forgotten for years; Eakins came over to Camden and photographed and painted Whitman. Their arts ran parallel, shared a spirit and a theme.  Muybridge’s photographs, the monumental Zoopraxis, kept Degas and Messonier up all night looking at it. There has been no finer movement in American art, nor a more fertile one from Muybridge, through Edison, the whole art of the film, and yet their impact was generally felt to be offensive. Eakins and Muybridge were forgotten for years; Whitman persisted.* [FOOTNOTE *Muybridge inscribed the double-folio Zoopraxis: Men and Animals in Motion as a gift to Haverford College, eccentric soul that he was. The good Quakers wrapped it in brown paper and hid it on the shelves of the library among outsized books, omitting to list it in the card catalogue. I found the bulky parcels there in an idle moment in 1964. Once I saw what I’d found, I commanded three hale students to help me carry it to my apartment, I then called the great kinesiologist Ray L. Birdwhistell, Jr., who dropped everything and came out. We spread the sheets all over the floor and in hours of looking I listened to Birdwhistell’s analysis of how nineteen-century people moved, what they did with shoiulders, elbows, hips, eyebrows, toes, knees. Sherlock Holmes would have fallen down and worshiped. Any reading of Whitman is vastly enriched by a knowledge of Eakins and Muybridge; their arts can now be seen as a complementary. Whether the Quakers have catalogued their Muybridge, sold it for the thousands of dollars it is worth, or put it back in its plain brown paper on the back shelves of the library I have never asked. ]\n\nGrass: “a uniform hieroglyphic.” Meaning in Leaves of Grass is an interpretation of symbols. The poet’s work encompasses the undertaking of the most primitive transcriptions of nature into signs as well as contemporary decipherings of science, which had “great saurians” to explain, electricity, new planets. The double continuum of time and space became in Whitman’s imagination a coherent symbol of perspectives to range.\n\nEmerson’s “He seems a Minotaur of a man” and Thoreau’s “He occasionally suggests something a little more than human both remarks were in letters to friends, not public print catch Whitman in what would become traditional opinions: that his idealism was inappropriate to his rough matter, and that the roughness of his matter offended the idealism of his cultivated readers. No woman, it was assumed, could ever read him; Lowell insisted that the book, if placed in libraries, be kept from seminarians.\n\nIs he so big that no one has yet taken his size? The cooperative struggle to measure Melville revealed greatness upon greatness. Where Whitman’s tone is rich we can see his mastery: there is nothing anywhere like “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking” Hugo at his most resonant and symbolic sounds thin beside it; Leopardi, a plausible rival, could not have achieved the wildness, the lonely openness of the poem. Nor does “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d,” for all its Tennysonian color and voice, have an equal.\n\nThere are 390 poems in Leaves of Grass as Whitman left it. Modern editions add 42 others that he had rejected or not yet included; the Blodgett and Bradley Comprehensive Reader’s Edition Norton, 1965 adds 123 more pages of fragments, deletions, and notebook drafts.\n\nHe threw away:I am that halfgrown angry boy, fallen asleep,\n\nThe tears of foolish passion yet undried on my cheeks\n\nand\n\nHim of The Lands, identical, I sing, along the single thread…in which the full timbre of his voice is undiminished. Had Whitman written entirely in his strong, aria-like, lyric mode, he would have fared far better with the critics who speak of his formlessness and fellow poets who complain of the catalogues, the dross, the talk, but he would have been little more than an American Victorian, Tennyson with a twang.\nWe have paid too little attention to Whitman’s subjects, especially when they smack of the prosaic. Consider “Outlines for a Tomb” G. P. buried 1870,” which imagines various tableaux for a millionaire philanthropist’s tomb, a poem thoroughly traditional, a classical eulogy to which Chaucerian pictured rooms have been added. The poem comes into stereoptic focus when we go to the trouble to discover that G. P. is George Peabody 17955–1869. The curious “buried 1870” becomes clear when we know that Peabody died in London and was brought home in a British war ship, with full honors. An apprentice to a dry-goods firm at eleven, he worked his way up in the world until, as head of a banking firm with offices in Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York, and London, he was able to become one of the first great merchant philanthropists. He gfave two million to the English for housing for the poor, a museum to Harvard, and a museum to Yale. Yale got her museum to house the paleontological collection of Othniel Marsh, who was Peabody’’s nephew; Harvard got hers to house Agassiz’s biological specimens. Havard was not originally a beneficiary; it was only after the pious Peabody discovered that Marsh was a Darwinian that he tried to counteract this heresy by bestowing equal funds on Harvard, where Agassiz, Darwin’s superior as a zoologist, declined to accept the great theory without further proof. Yet you will not find George Peabody in the Britannica*. [FOOTNOTE *You will in The Columbia Encyclopedia. For an account of Peabody in his scientific context, as well as for a splendid history of paleontology in the age of Whitman, see Robert West Howard’s The Dawnseekers, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1975. You can also see in this book a photograph of Edgar Allan Poe inspecting the fossil skeleton of a prehistoric horse: a discovery still unknown to Poe scholars. ]\n\nAs Whitman’s world faded into a dimness, a great deal of his poetry was rendered meaningless except as a general of abstract statement. Things vivid to him and his readers, such as Transcendentalism, the philosophy of Fourier and Owen, the discovery of dinosaurs in the west by Cope and Marsh, phrenology, photography, telegraphy, railroads, have fused into a blur. A technological era was beginning to articulate itself and Whitman was its poet. It was not a time to which one inside it could easily give a name, or a direction. Whitman’s only certainty was that he was living in a new kind of society, that tore itself asunder in the tragedy of the Civil War, but did not thereby abandon its original intention to be a democratic republic.Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither.\n\nYour schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me,\n\nOnly the theme I sing…The theme. A music of sensations, songs containing catalogues of things, as if creation could be summoned and praised by chanting the name of everything there is, the constructing of a context, like Noah’s ark, where there is a place for everything, a compulsion to confront every experience with innocent eyes—no one phrase is ever going to label Whitman’s theme. The base on which it stands is Christian: a sympathy whose scope is rigorously universal, a predisposition to love and understand. Young admirers fancied him an American Socrates, but of course he is the very opposite. He was like those Greeks in love with the immediate, the caressable always with the eye, the delicious, who, to St. Paul’s distress, worshiped each other when free from placating and begging from a confusion of gods.\n\nAnd he was decidedly pagan, always ready with a good word for “the rhythmic myths of Greece and the strong legends of Rome.” A pagan is not a godless man; he is a man with many gods., Whitman could easily as he liked to imagine kneel with the Muslim, hear the Law with the Jew, sit in silence with the Quaker, dance with the Pawnee.\n\nThis splendid sympathy with forms knits his book together. Grass is the one universal plant, absent only in the deserts of the poles. Classifying and naming the grasses of the world has kept botanists overworked since Linnaeus, and the end is nowhere in sight. Leaves: we use the word for the pages of books, and the first paper was leaves of grass, papyrus. Grass is a symbol for life through the Bible, integral with the metaphor of shepherd and sheep.\n\nThere were “nations ten thousand years before these States”; we are carrying something on. And of this past “not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.” From the people in the deep forgotten past,Some with oval countenances learn’d and calm,\n\nSome naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects,\n\n\nOur heritage is unknown but there is no doubt of there being a heritage.Chrales Fourier, who thought civilization a mistake, said that mans first duty is to keep the Sacred Flame, which he understood to be both our kinship to God and those livelinesses of spirit man himself had invented—the dance, poetry, music, mathematics, communal genius like French cuisine, Cretan stubbornness, Scotch skepticism, Dutch housekeeping,. Whitman knew Fourier only in the washed and bowdlerized versions of hi thought discussed at Brook Farm, and in the writings of Blaine, Greeley, and Margaret Fuller. Perhaps he believed Emerson’s warning that Fourier was basically unsound. Yet Whitman and Fourier were of the same historical moment, and much of their thought rhymes, though with many a dissonance. Fourier died in Montmarte, while saying his prayers, kneeling against his bed, surrounded by his cats when Whitman was 18. In those eighteen years Fourier was writing texts that would have interested Whitman immensely—they were not published until 1957, and some are still unpublished. They describe a world, the New Harmony as Fourier called it, that has kept the flame. It is a world divided up into beehives of communities, each of which is a family of human beings and animals. All work is done by everybody, an hour at a time. The days are rhythmic and contain a little of everything good. All sexual predilections are arranged for and honored for their diversity. Ceremonial honors are given to those whose passionate nation encompasses the widest range. All are friend and servant to all. Children learn every skill by age 10, yet the dominant note of the community is play.\n\nFourier’s vision was an opposite to the commercial world in which he lived and suffered. In utopian design his is the most extreme yet achieved. It can be explained by noting that Fourier’s every detail intends to save the individual from that dullness and quiet despair which was the immediate and alarming result of the Industrial Revolution.\n\nIf the world was to belong to the rapacious, civilization was then little more than the jungle. Rapacity, in any case, as Fourier thought, was alternative action symbolizing and disguising warmer passions unacceptable to civilization. Marriage, for instance, is a reproductive not a social unit. A true family is an enormous gathering of people, and where everybody knows where he belongs. The city was to disappear, and we may already have cause, watching the cities rot and revert to the jungle, to wonder whether Fourier’s small communities could possibly by this time have rotted with such Spenglerian gangrene as Detroit and St Louis.\n\nTo keep the sacred flame. The image is taken from antiquity, when the household fire was a god, part of which was give to each member of the family as they went away to new homes. Symbolically this fire was the family spirit, guardian of its integrity and survival. Fourier talks about it as if it were spirit itself, and he designed his Harmony to preserve the liveliness of the child into old age; he saw no reason why it should drain away. He is the only philosopher interested in happiness as the supreme human achievement. A good nature should be the whole concern of government. ‘\n\nIt was compliant, insouciant, easy good nature that Whitman admired most in a society. And nineteenth-century industrial culture had begun to erase the possibilities of Whitmanian good nature. Ruskin noted the characteristic sulk on America girls’ faces, the pout, the petulance. Look at the Steichen photograph of J. P. Morgan 1903, the one with the dagger. Slow-burning rage, not charming insouciance, was to be the standard American state of mind,.\n\nAn American publisher remembered in old age “a large-boned old man in a sombrero” shuffling into the Hotel Albert the anecdote is Ford Madox Ford’s, and is therefore suspect. “I am Walt Whitman,” said the old man, “if you’ll lend me a dollar you’ll be helping immortality to stumble on.” The dollar would have been equally useful upstairs in the hotel, where Rhyder hovered over his visions: American culture has the eerie habit of passing itself, in narrow corridors, ghostlike. Whitman’s personal loneliness and destitution became a part of the legend quite early. “A fine old fellow in an iron land” begins Rubén Darío’s sonnet to Whitman. Garcia Lorca:Not for a single moment, handsome old Walt Whitman,\nhave I lost the vision of your beard full of butterflies,\nyour corduroy shoulders wasted by the moon\nyour thighs of virginal Apollo,\nyour voice like a column of coarse ashes;\nold man beautiful as mist*\n\n[FOOTNOTE: *Geoffrey Dutton’s translation, in his Whitman, Grove Press, 1961, p. 111.]Crane in The Bridge lets his evocation of Whitman walking on the beach “Near Paumanok—your lone patrol…” blend with another beach, Kitty Hawk. Even if the Gasoline Age had not changed the world into the Slope of Sisyphus, it would still be arguable if any society could have lived up to Whitman’s idealism. Like Thoreau’s, it is an idealism for individuals rather than conglomerates. For all its acceptance of the city crowds and the bustle of commerce, it is in essence pastoral, following natural rhythms, with sympathies that depend on the broad and easy freedom of country people. Never again could a major American poet comprehend, much less repeat, Whitman;s vision. Yet many began there and were nourished on its honey before they ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Charles Ives did, set some of the poems as songs, but abandoned his Walt Whimtan Overture, if he ever indeed began it. Pound’s Cantos are a version of “A Passage to India” written in finer historical detail and transposed into a tragic mode. Paterson is Whitman;s vision after a devastating rain of acid vulgarity. Olson’s Maximus records the awful fact that Whitman’s prophecy for a coherent democratic society remains unfulfilled in nay sense, as we now live in an incoherent industrial society that has discovered that death is much better for business than life. The largest American business it he automobile, the mechanical cockroach that has eaten our cities; that and armaments.\n\nOf the delights celebrated in “A Song of Joys,” most are accessible now only to the very rich, some are obsolete, some are so exploited by commerce as to be no longer joys for anybody except the stockbroker, two are against the law swimming naked, sleeping with “grown and part-grown boys”, and one is lethal “the solitary walk”.\n\nWhitman is a kind of litmus paper, perhaps a seismograph. Reading him, we become aware of an awful, lost innocence, and are not certain whether the innocence was real or in Whitman’s imagination. He gave his whole life to a book, he freed literature to go courses that were until Whitman unsuspected. He had the power to move even unwilling hearts witness Gerard Manley Hopkins reading him because he couldn’t not read him, knowing the author to be “a scoundrel” and the poetry to be wicked. Pound in the cage at Pisa remembered a University of Pennsylvania philologist who was surprised at attitudes toward Whitman, as “even the peasants in Denmark know him.” The Japanese publish a journal devoted to him. The Russian Futurists and Mayakovsky considered Whitman to be the founder of their school.\n\nMany excellent books have been written about him, his place in world literature is still assured. He is still, however, a renegade, disreputable still. That he was a master of words and rhythms is affirmed and denied with equal passion. His cults come and go, He is, like Goethe in Germany and Victor Hugo in France, inextricably part of our history. Like Jefferson and Franklin he has been woven into our myth. He is our archetypal poet, our great invention in literature, our lyric voice., I like to think that eventually he will shame us into becoming Americans again.4Embed', 'default'",3
8212,Emiliana_Torrini___Today_Has_Been_OK,sad,"""Today Has Been OK  Friends tell me it's spring\nMy windows show the same\nWithout you here the seasons pass me by\nI know you were not new\nThat loved like me and you\nAll the same I miss you\nToday has been OK\nToday has been OK\n\nPreacher lost his son\nIt's known by all in town\nHe found him with another son of God\nFeeding on the prayer\nNevermind what God said\nBut love had lost its cause\nAnd I thought today had been OK\nToday has been OK\nToday has been OK\nWind has burned your skin\nThe lovely air so thin\nThe salty water's underneath your feet\nNo one's gone in vain\nHere is where you'll stay\nThis life has been insane but\nToday has been OK\nToday has been OK\nToday has been OK\nToday has been OK",1
2034,Athlete___Flying_Over_Bus_Stops,calm,"""Flying Over Bus Stops  I belong with your arms wrapped around my neck\nYour lips glistening in the light\nI've seen headlights passing by\nHold the thought\nI hold the thought\nWalking back towards your house\nRain drops bouncing off the leaves\nDown to our September kiss\n\nFlying over bus stops and playgrounds\nI'm here soaked right to the core\nI'll stay here forever\nI'm safe with you\nIf all the words I ever wrote\nOn the back of envelopes\nI could fold into paper planes\nI could fly them through your veins\nHelicopters overhead\nWide awake at 3am\nNow the ink runs to your heart\nAnd you know just how I feel\n\nFlying over bus stops and playgrounds\nI'm here soaked right to the core\nI'll stay here forever\nI'm safe with you\n\nFlying over bus stops and playgrounds\nI'm here soaked right to the core\nI'll stay here forever\nI'm safe with you\n\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...\nAnd it's gotta be here...",2
4694,Cake___Nugget,happy,"""Nugget  Okay alright, uh no\nThis one, this one, this one\n\nHeads of state, who ride and wrangle\nWho look at your face, from more than one angle\nCan cut you from their bloated budgets\nLike sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets\n\nNow heads of state, who ride and wrangle\nWho look at your face, from more than one angle\nCan cut you from their bloated budgets\nLike sharpened knives through chicken McNuggets\nShut the fuck up, no\nShut the fuck up\nShut the fuck\nRight, right\nLearn to buck up\nShut the fuck\n\nRight, shut the fuck up\nHey ho\nShut the fuck\nNow, now\nLearn to buck up\n\nOh\nOne, two, one two three four\nAlright\n\nNow, nimble fingers that dance on numbers\nWill eat your children and steal your thunder\nWhile heavy torsos that heave and hurl\nWill crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels\n\nNow, nimble fingers that dance on numbers\nWill eat your children and steal your thunder\nWhile heavy torsos that heave and hurl\nWill crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels\nYou might also likeShut the fuck up, no\nShut the fuck up\nShut the fuck\nRight, now\nLearn to buck up\n\nShut the fuck\nRight, shut the fuck up\nHey ho, ya\nShut the fuck\nYa ya\nLearn to buck up\n\nNow, simple feet that flicker like fire\nAnd burn like candles in smoky spires\nDo more to turn my joy to sadness\nThan somber thoughts of burning planets\n\nNow, clever feet that flicker like fire\nAnd burn like candles in smoky spires\nDo more to turn my joy to sadness\nThan somber thoughts of burning planets\n\nShut the fuck\nAlright, okay, I don't\nShut the fuck\nWanna, I don't wanna hear it\nThat's right\nShut the fuck\nOh, okay, I don't wanna\nShut the fuck\nI don't wanna\nShut the fuck\nHey, ho, ya\nShut the fuck\nI don't wanna\nI don't wanna\nYea, one two one two one5",0
9379,Forever_The_Sickest_Kids___Whoa_Oh_Me_vs_Everyone,happy,"""Whoa Oh! Me vs. Everyone  [Verse 1]\nI candy coat and cover everything\nBut I'm still hiding underneath\nIt's been a long time, it's been a long time\n\nA thousand faces looking up at me\nHands all pointing to the ceiling\nOh, what a feeling\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've got friends in highly low places\nI'm standing on post and I'm posted up\nCan't afford to lose them\nI've got friends in highly low places\nI'll go inside when I wanna party\nGrab a girl and dance Don't touch me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nWhy do I put myself in these situations?\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nI keep pushing myself, even though I can't take it, at all\n\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, who taught you how to move like that?\nAt this pace your at, you're going way too fast\nI, I saw you from across the room\nIt's me versus every guy, it's your choice, you choose\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've got friends in highly low places\nIt's been a long time, it's been a long time\nAnd maybe, baby\nYou can rise above the rest and meet me, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nWhy do I put myself in these situations?\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nI keep pushing myself, even though I can't take it, at all\nYou might also likeWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nWhy do I put myself in these situations?\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nI keep pushing myself, even though I can't take it, at all\n\n[Bridge]\nYou're worth losing my self esteem\nYour clever words mean nothing\nMore to me, than a line I heard in a movie\n\nYou're worth losing my, losing my\nLosing my self esteem\nYou're not worth putting myself\nIn these situations\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nWhy do I put myself in these situations?\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nI keep pushing myself, even though I can't take it, at all\n\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nWhy do I put myself in these situations?\nWhoa oh! Whoa, whoa oh!\nI keep pushing myself, even though I can't take it, at all1",0
766,Alice_In_Videoland___Lay_Me_Down,anger,"""Lay Me Down  Want you here with me next to me, in my bed\nThat's all I want from you, I don't want you to fuck with my head\n\nLet me lay with you, play with you, do what I say\nWant you now but I sure as hell don't need you to stay\n\nDown below\nFriday night I let you know\nLay me down below\nSaturday I take you home\nLay me down below\nSunday I want you to go\nLay me down now",3
3245,Björk___Hunter,sad,"""Hunter  [Verse 1]\nIf travel is searching\nAnd home what's been found\nI'm not stopping\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm going hunting\nI'm the hunter\nI'll bring back the goods\nBut I don't know when\n[Bridge]\nI thought I could organize freedom\nHow Scandinavian of me\nYou sussed it out, didn't you?\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou could smell it\nSo you left me on my own\nTo complete the mission\nNow I'm leaving it all behind\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm going hunting\nI'm the hunter\nI'm the hunter\nI'm going hunting\nI'm the hunter\nI'm the hunter\nI'm the hunter\nI'm the hunter\nI'm the hunter\n\n[Outro]\nYou just didn't know me\nYou just didn't know meSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like25",1
8215,Emiliana_Torrini___Lifesaver,sad,"""Lifesaver  Lifesaver\nYour timing's really strange\nCatch me later\nBut can you please be late?\n\nAnd it's funny how your thoughts think they're right at all\nAnd it's funny how your 'cause makes no sense at all\n\nLifesaver\nLet's play a little game\nCatch me later\nBut make sure you'll be there late\nAnd it's funny how it seems you're doing things\nAnd it's funny how you find your peace of mind\n\nLifesaver\nI'm cancelling our date\nLifesaver\nIt's time you had a break\n\nLifesaver\nI'm cancelling our date\nLifesaver\nMy saver",1
473,Aimee_Mann___This_is_How_It_Goes,sad,"""This Is How It Goes  [Verse 1]\nThis is how it goes:\nYou'll get angry at yourself\nAnd think you can think of something else\nAnd I'll hear the clanging of the bells\n'Cause I can't stop you baby\n\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause I don't have the bribery in place\nNo bright shiny surface to my face\nSo I won't go near the market place\nWith what I'm selling lately\n'Cause this is how it goes\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it's all about drugs\nIt's all about shame\nAnd whatever they want\nDon't tell 'em your name\n\n[Verse 3]\nThis is how it goes:\nOne more failure to connect\nWith so many how could I object?\nAnd you, what on earth did you expect?\nWell, I can't tell you, baby\nWhen this is how it goes\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it's all about drugs\nIt's all about shame\nAnd whatever they want\nDon't tell 'em your name\n\n[Outro]\nSo I'll try to hold on\nWhile you try to let go\nYou won't tell me it's gone\nBut, baby, I'll know\nBaby, I'll know\nBaby, I'll knowSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1
843,Alison_Krauss___Baby_Now_That_I_Found_You,calm,"""Baby, Now That I’ve Found You  Baby, now that I've found you\nI won't let you go\nI built my world around you\nI need you so\nBaby, even though\nYou don't need me now\n\nBaby, now that I've found you\nI won't let you go\nI built my world around you\nI need you so\nBaby, even though\nYou don't need me\nYou don't need me, no, no\nHmmm mmmm\nBaby, baby, when first we met\nI knew in this heart of mine\nThat you were someone I couldn't forget\nI said right, and I bide my time\n\nSpent my life looking for that somebody\nTo make me feel like you\nNow you tell me that you want to leave me\nBut darling, I just can't let you\n\nBaby, baby, when first we met\nI knew in this heart of mine\nThat you were someone I couldn't forget\nI said right, and I bide my time\n\nSpent my life looking for that somebody\nTo make me feel like you\nNow you tell me that you want to leave me\nBut darling, I just can't let you\n\nNow that I found you\nI built my world around you\nI need you so, baby even though\nYou don't need me now\n\nBaby, now that I've found you\nI won't let you go\nI built my world around you\nI need you so\nBaby even though\nYou don't need me\nYou don't need me, no, no\nHmmm mmmm\nHmmm mmmm\nHmmm mmmm",2
7567,Drowning_Pool___I_Am,anger,"""I Am  [Verse 1]\nI've never felt so alive\nI never had to run and hide\nThe things I want, I cannot have\nThe things I need, are all so bad\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat'd you say?\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\n[Verse 2]\nMy best excuse is that I'm drained\nFrom everything that keeps me sane\nMy sickness keeps me in control\nFrom everything you'll never know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat'd you say?\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nDoes it make you happy?\nDoes it make you mad?\nWhy am I still laughing?\nLook at what you had!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDoes it make you feel good?\nDoes it make you sick?\nMade you knew that I would\nBe the one to trip\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWhat'd you say?\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nI could have been, I could have been\nI could have been, I am\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\nYou could have been, You could have been\nYou could have been, You are\n\n[Outro]\nNo Control\nNo Control\nNo Control",3
2047,Athlete___Wires,sad,"""Wires  [Verse 1]\nYou got wires going in\nYou got wires coming out of your skin\nYou got tears making tracks\nI got tears that are scared of the facts\n\n[Chorus]\nRunning down corridors\nThrough automatic doors\nGot to get to you\nGot to see this through\nI see hope is here in a plastic box\nI've seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes\n[Verse 2]\nYou got wires going in\nYou got wires coming out of your skin\nThere's dry blood on your wrist\nYour dry blood on my fingertip\n\n[Chorus 2]\nRunning down corridors\nThrough automatic doors\nGot to get to you\nGot to see this through\nFirst night of your life\nCurled up on your own\nLooking at you now\nYou would never know\n\n[Bridge]\nI see it in your eyes\nI see it in your eyes\nYou'll be alright\nI see it in your eyes\nI see it in your eyes\nYou'll be alright\nAlright\n\n[Chorus]\nRunning down corridors\nThrough automatic doors\nGot to get to you\nGot to see this through\nI see hope is here in a plastic box\nI've seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nDown corridors\nThrough automatic doors\nGot to get to you\nGot to see this through\nFirst night of your life\nCurled up on your own\nLooking at you now\nYou would never know4",1
3644,Blue_October___Amazing,sad,"""Amazing  [Verse 1]\nHow am I supposed to breathe?\nI try to relax, I touch your still frame\nSo I can watch you closer\nAnd study the ways I believe I belong to you\nTo you, so I\nI scratch at your waist line, your doll hair\nI dig up the thought of how your eyes glow\nSo I make you my religion, my collision, my escapegoat\nSo have I found your secret weak spot, baby?\n[Chorus]\nCan you pretend I'm amazing?\nI can pretend I'm amazing...\nInstead of what we both know\nInstead of what we both know\nI cut to the punch line, baby\nCan you pretend I'm amazing?\nInstead of what we both know\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow our history is for sale\nAnd for that, I apologize\nYou see, you're my only know how\nThe study of when I believe I belonged to you\nTo you\nYou see, I've made you into something more delicious\nMy sweet ghost\nSo have I found your secret weak spot, baby?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCan you pretend I'm amazing?\nI can pretend I'm amazing...\nInstead of what we both know\nInstead of what we both know\nI cut to the punch line, baby\nCan we pretend I'm amazing?\nInstead of what we both know\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Outro]\nI'm so sorry...\nThere it goes...\nBack over there...",1
9599,From_First_to_Last___The_Latest_Plague,anger,"""The Latest Plague  [Verse 1]\nWhat would you say, if this blemished face\nThis blemished face with a crooked nose\nHad a chance to say whatever he wanted\nFrom his blemished world of the unknown?\nWould you give a fuck if all that you heard\nWere nouns and verbs like shallow heartache?\nThe sound of victory!\nBlowing up your world\n\n[Chorus]\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nDon't tell me where I don't belong\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nDon't tell me where I don't belong\n[Verse 2]\nOh... I heard a\nSick sad voice, it was\nHonesty, I turned to her and said\n“We need to be medicated\nAnd you're the prescription\nFor a forced out vision\nIf you're with me, send the\nCritics to hell with the sounds of our voices”\n\n[Chorus]\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nDon't tell me where I don't belong\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nWhere I don't belong\n\n[Bridge]\nAll you better-thans that fed us shit\nYou'll be\nKnocked on the floor, so\nDon't you place your bets just yet\nAll you treasure sleepers feed on shit\nYou'll be\nKnocked on the floor, so\nDon't you place!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nDon't tell me where I don't belong\nFake faces everywhere I see\nFake people looking back at me\nSit down, don't tell me\nWhere I don't belong",3
4886,Carpenters___Desperado,happy,"""Desperado  Desperado, why don't you come to your senses\nYou've been out riding fences for so long now\nOh, you're a hard one\nBut I know that you've got your reasons\nThese things that are pleasing you can hurt you somehow\n\nDon't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy\nShe'll beat you if she's able\nYou know the queen of hearts is always your best bet\nNow it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table\nBut you only want the ones that you can't get\nDesperado, oh you ain't getting no younger\nYour pain and your hunger, they're driving you home\nFreedom? Oh, freedom\nThat's just some people talking\nYou're a prisoner walking through this world all alone\n\nDon't your feet get cold in the winter time\nThe sky won't snow and the sun won't shine\nIt's hard to tell the night time from the day\nYou're losing all your highs and lows\nAin't it funny how the feeling goes away?\n\nDesperado, why don't you come to your senses\nCome down from your fences, and open the gate\nIt may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you\nYou better let somebody love you\nYou better let somebody love you\nBefore it's too late",0
2604,Beau_Brummels___Laugh__Laugh,sad,"'Laugh, Laugh  I hate to say it but I told you so\nDon\'t mind my preaching to you\nI said ""Don\'t trust him"", baby, now you know\nYou don\'t learn everything there is to know in school\n\nWouldn\'t believe me when I gave advice\nI said that he was a tease\nIf you want help you better ask me nice\nSo be sincere, convince me with a ""pretty please""\n\nLaugh, laugh, I thought I\'d die\nIt seemed so funny to me\nLaugh, laugh, you met a guy\nWho taught you how it feels to be\nLonely, oh so lonely\n\nDon\'t think I\'m being funny when I say\nYou got just what you deserve\nI can\'t help feeling you found out today\nYou thought you were too good; you had a lot of nerve\n\nWon\'t say I\'m sorry for the things I said\nI\'m glad he packed up to go\nYou kept on bragging he was yours instead\nFound you don\'t know everything there is to know\n\nLaugh, laugh, I thought I\'d die\nIt seemed so funny to me\nLaugh, laugh, you met a guy\nWho taught you how it feels to be\n\nLonely, oh so lonely\n\nBefore I go I\'d like to say one thing\nDon\'t close your ears to me\nTake my advice and you\'ll find out that being\nJust another girl won\'t cause you misery\n\nDon\'t say you can get any boy at your call\nDon\'t be so smug or else\nYou\'ll find you can\'t get any boy at all\nYou\'ll wind up an old lady sitting on the shelf\nYou might also likeLaugh, laugh, I thought I\'d die\nIt seemed so funny to me\nLaugh, laugh, you met a guy\nWho taught you how it feels to be\n\nLonely, oh so lonely1Embed', 'default'",1
106,A_Skylit_Drive___City_On_The_Edge_Of_Forever,sad,"""City On The Edge Of Forever  See the stars from a million places\nPorcelain skin puts our faces entwined in time\nNever lost my way for you\nFelt it all around me\nNever gonna stop\nNever stop anything at all\nRepeat all that we do\nNever gonna stop\nNever stop anything at all\nLet's start from the beginning\nThe times we've lost can be repaired\nSo be prepared\nThe moments we burned into our minds\nYeah we'll be fine\n\nWe say our goodbyes\nWe say our goodbyes\nLet's bring it tonight\nLet's bring it tonight\n\nThe story's building as we live on through this night\nRepresentation to approve the words we bind\nThe city never pulls through once we all are doomed\nNever gonna stop\nNever stop anything at all\nRemember what we do\nNever gonna stop\nNever stop anything at all\nRe-live the lives we put in the sky\n\nThe times we've lost can be repaired\nSo be prepared\nThe moments we burned into our minds\nYeah we'll be fine\n\nThe times we've lost can be repaired\nSo be prepared\nThe moments we burned into our minds\nYeah we'll be fine",1
7361,Dolly_Parton___Old_Flames_Cant_Hold_A_Candle_To_You,sad,"""Old Flames Can’t Hold a Candle to You  [Verse 1]\nDowntown tonight I saw an old friend\nSomeone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you\nI caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire\nWith a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire\n\n[Chorus]\nOld flames can't hold a candle to you\nNo one can light up the night like you do\nFlickering embers of love, I've known one or two\nOld flames can't hold a candle to you\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes at night I think of old lovers I've known\nI remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone\nThen I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone\nLike stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn\n\n[Chorus]\nOld flames can't hold a candle to you\nNo one can light up the night like you do\nFlickering embers of love, I've known one or two\nOld flames can't hold a candle to youYou might also like1",1
2072,Atmosphere___Always_Coming_Back_Home_To_You,sad,"'Always Coming Back Home to You  To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers\nTo emo kids that got too many feelings\n\nHe held the register open while he counted her change\nI was next in line which meant I was invisible\nFrom where I stood I could see that the till was full\nHe didn\'t look the type to play superhero\nSo I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes\nCrept out the store\'s front door to chase a little breath\nBangles in my head, shake the song off\nAnother manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk\nA car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass\nA woman and a child climbed out and left it running\nThey went inside of the deli, placed an order\nWith the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughter\'s picky\nWhen they came out mommy gave me a glance\nThat said man can love an angel but he\'s got to take the chance\nAlready knew the deal, I lit one up and walked\nSo they got back in they Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off\n\nThug love on the corner by the Walgreens\nLooking at me like I\'m just another square Saltine\nAs I get closer I notice they showing each other sketches\nOut of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots\n\nI walk past with a nod and a reminisce\nSwear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis\nRespect the life and the fashions of the children\nIt\'s the only culture I\'ve got, exactly what we\'ve been building\n\nAll of a sudden I\'m in front of some man\nNo, he\'s a young\'un, but he\'s got a gun in his hand\nHe looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no, he looks afraid\nImmediately apprehensive \'til I heard him say\n""Do you want this? It\'s not mine, I promise\nI found it on my block in between a couple garages\nDidn\'t want to leave it for a child to stumble over\nI don\'t even know how to hold it""\nYou might also likeIt was a thirty eight, the poor man\'s machete\nHeld it in my hand, thinking damn man it\'s heavier than expected\nWedged it behind my belt buckle\nKnowing that it\'s evil, even thought that I could smell trouble\nThe extra strength felt weak\nBut over there on the corner saw what I needed\nAnd proceeded to cross the street\nPut the heat in the mail box to lose it\nFigured that the post office knows what\'s best to do with it\n\nMosey down the road, thinking about the old\nI used to roam this zone through two feet of snow\nRight here, this used to be a record shop\nI\'ve gotten love, I\'ve gotten drunk, I\'ve gotten beat up in that parking lot\nI\'ve had my Lake Street pride for 3 decades\nThese alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days\nBefore I was a germ learning how to misbehave\nAll the way to the grave, south side is my resting place\n\nTook a right on Lyndale I\'m getting near\nBut then the road became empty and the people disappeared\nThe clouds ran away, opened up the sky\nAnd one by one I watched every constellation die\nAnd there I was frozen, standing in my backyard\nFace to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star\nI should\'ve known, walked all the way home\nTo find that she wasn\'t here, I was still all alone\nNo matter where I am, no matter what I do\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nThey can leave me for dead they can take away my true\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nThrough the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nAs sure as the life in the garden that you grew\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nNo matter where I am, no matter what I do\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nIf only I had known what you already knew\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nFrom the heaven I\'ve had to the hell I been through\nI\'m always coming back home to you\nI\'m always coming back home to you16Embed', 'default'",1
3184,Bing_Crosby___Dinah,happy,"""Dinah  Dinah\nIs there anyone finer\nIn the state of Carolina?\nIf there is and you know her\nShow her to me\n\nDinah\nGot those Dixie eyes blazin'\nHow I love to sit and gazin'\nTo the eyes of Dinah Lee\nEvery night why do I\nShake with fright?\n'Cause my Dinah might\nChange her mind about me\n\nOh, Dinah\nShould you wander to China\nI would hop an ocean liner\nJust to be with Dinah Lee\n\nDinah\nIs there anyone finer\nIn the state of Carolina?\nIf there is and you know her and you know her\nShow her to me\n\nDinah??\nGot those Dixie eyes blazin'\nHow I love to sit and gazin'\nTo the eyes of Dinah Lee\n\nMy Dinah every night why do I\nShake with fright?\n'Cause my Dinah might\nChange her mind about me\nYou might also likeDinah\nIf you wander to China\nI would hop an ocean liner\nJust to be with Dinah Lee\n\n[Scatting]\n\nEvery night why do I\nShake with fright?\n'Cause my Dinah might\nChange her mind about me\n\nThe name of this song is Dinah\nSaid it\nThe name of this song is Dinah\nSnag it\nThe name of this song is Dinah\nAh, tell it\nThe name of this song is Dinah\n\nDinah\nWander to China\nThe state of Carolina\nListen, and you know her\nI would like to have you show her to me\nDinah\nGot those Dixie eyes blazin'\nHow I love to sit and gazin'\nTo the eyes of Dinah Lee\n\nOh, Dinah\nShould you wander to China\nI would get me an ocean liner\nJust to be with Dinah Lee\nDinah, Dinah, Dinah, Dinah, da da da da de",0
1713,Arab_Strap___Act_Of_War,sad,"'Act Of War  If your hair was a call to arms\nAnd your legs were what skirts are for\nThen your mouth was a red alert\nBut your eyes were an act of war\n\nI needed a nurse and a mother\nI needed an open-minded whore\nI needed a barmaid and a lover\nSomeone to stand between me and the floor\n\nBut when we attacked, it was never swiftly\nWe must have been locked in combat for years\nOur new hardwood floor was the perfect battleground\nSo I suppose the bullets were our tears\nOkay, I know we threw some things about\nAnd i\'m sure that you got in a punch or two\nAnd is it true your comrade\'s been asking if I\'m the sort of man\nWho could ever sink to hit you too?\n\n""Why does she always have bruises? They\'d be much happier apart""\nThe fact is, you\'ve always been clumsy\nBe it with tables at your work or with my heartYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2909,Beth_Orton___Galaxy_Of_Emptiness,sad,"""Galaxy of Emptiness  The stars light a sky on a galaxy of emptiness tonight\nThough I'm happiest when there's no reason for me to be\nWith no one's expectation to weigh heavy on my heart\nAnd so much hope, it sometimes tears me all apart\nWon't you please knock me off my feet for a while?\nCould you please knock me off my feet for a while?\n\n'Cause there's a galaxy of emptiness tonight\nA whole galaxy of emptiness tonight\nThere's a galaxy of emptiness\nA galaxy of emptiness\nThe stars light a sky on a gutter full of broken dreams tonight\nThough I'm not content, that's the way it seems to be\nStill, I've been fighting all week, though I don't know what for\nHoping someone else somewhere near knows the score\nCould you please knock me off my feet for a while?\nCould you please knock me off my feet for a while?\n\nAnd there's a galaxy of emptiness tonight\nA whole galaxy of emptiness tonight\nThere's a galaxy of emptiness\nA whole galaxy of emptiness\n\nMonkey see, monkey do\nI spent my whole life surrounded by people like you\nWith all that expectation to weigh heavy on your heart\nBut no ideas to later tear it all apart\nWon't you please knock me off my feet for a while?\nCould you please knock me off my feet for a while?\n\n'Cause there's a galaxy of emptiness tonight\nA whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight\nBeware the galaxy of emptiness\nThere's a galaxy of emptiness\nA whole wide galaxy of emptiness tonight\nYeah, there's a galaxy of emptiness\nA whole wide galaxy of emptiness\nBeware the galaxy of emptiness\nYou might also likeA galaxy of emptiness\nA whole galaxy of stars",1
31,10cc___Im_Not_In_Love,sad,"""I’m Not in Love  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm not in love, so don't forget it\nIt's just a silly phase I'm going through\nAnd just because I call you up\nDon't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love, no, no\nIt's because\n[Verse 2]\nI like to see you, but then again\nThat doesn't mean you mean that much to me\nSo if I call you, don't make a fuss\nDon't tell your friends about the two of us\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love, no, no\nIt's because\n\n[Interlude]\nBe quiet, big boys don't cry\nBig boys don't cry\nBig boys don't cry\nBig boys don't cry\nBig boys don't cry\nBig boys don't cry...\n\n[Verse 3]\nI keep your picture upon the wall\nIt hides a nasty stain that's lying there\nSo don't you ask me to give it back\nI know you know it doesn't mean that much to me\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love, no, no\nIt's because\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOoh, you'll wait a long time for me\nOoh, you'll wait a long time\nOoh, you'll wait a long time for me\nOoh, you'll wait a long time\n\n[Verse 4]\nI'm not in love, so don't forget it\nIt's just a silly phase I'm going through\nAnd just because I call you up\nDon't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made, ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\n\n[Instrumental Outro]29",1
1529,Anthrax___Indians,anger,"""Indians  [Verse 1]\nWe all see in black and white\nWhen it comes to someone else's fight\nNo one ever gets involved\nApathy can never solve\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nForced out, brave and mighty\nStolen land, they can't fight it\nHold on to pride and tradition\nEven though they know how much their lives are really missing\nWe're dissing them\nOn reservations\nA hopeless situation\n[Verse 2]\nRespect is something that you earn\nOur Indian brothers' getting burned\nOriginal American\nTurned into a second class citizen\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nForced out, brave and mighty\nStolen land, they can't fight it\nHold on to pride and tradition\nEven though they know how much their lives are really missing\nWe're dissing them\nOn reservations\nA hopeless situation\n\n[Chorus]\nCry for the Indians, oh\nDie for the Indians\nCry for the Indians\nOh, cry, cry, cry for the Indians\n\n[Verse 3]\nLove the land and fellow man\nPeace is what we strive to have\nSome folks have none of this\nHatred and prejudice\nSee Anthrax LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nForced out, brave and mighty\nStolen land, they can't fight it\nHold on to pride and tradition\nEven though they know how much their lives are really missing\nWe're dissing them\nOn reservations\nA hopeless situation\n\n[Chorus]\nCry for the Indians\nDie for the Indians\nCry for the Indians\nCry, cry, cry for the Indians\n\n[Bridge]\nWar dance\nTerritory it's just the body of the nation\nThe people that inhabit it make its configuration\nPrejudice, something we all can do without\nA flag of many colors is what this land's all about\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe all see in black and white\nWhen it comes to someone else's fight\nNo one ever gets involved, no one\nApathy can never solve\n[Pre-Chorus]\nForced out, brave and mighty\nStolen land, they can't fight it\nHold on to pride and tradition\nEven though they know how much their lives are really missing\nWe're dissing them\nOn reservations\nA hopeless situation\n\n[Chorus]\nCry for the Indians\nDie for the Indians\nCry for the Indians\nCry, cry, cry for the Indians4",3
8415,Enya___If_I_Could_Be_Where_You_Are,calm,"""If I Could Be Where You Are  [Verse 1]\nWhere are you this moment?\nOnly in my dreams\nYou're missing, but you're always\nA heartbeat from me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm lost now without you\nI don't know where you are\nI keep watching, I keep hoping\nBut time keeps us apart\n[Chorus 1]\nIs there a way I can find you?\nIs there a sign I should know?\nIs there a road I could follow\nTo bring you back home?\n\n[Verse 3]\nWinter lies before me\nNow you're so far away\nIn the darkness of my dreaming\nThe light of you will stay\n\n[Chorus 2]\nIf I could be close beside you\nIf I could be where you are\nIf I could reach out and touch you\nAnd bring you back home\n\n[Chorus 1]\nIs there a way I can find you?\nIs there a sign I should know?\nIs there a road I can follow\nTo bring you back home to me?",2
8859,Fall_Out_Boy___Ive_Got_A_Dark_Alley_And_A_Bad_Idea_That_Says_You_Should_Shut_Your_Mouth_Summer_Song,happy,"'I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth Summer Song  [Verse 1]\nJoke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of ""best friends""\nWe\'re the kids who feel like dead ends\nAnd I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses\nI took a shot and didn\'t even come close\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nAt trust and love and hope\nAnd the poets are just kids who didn\'t make it\nAnd never had it, at all\n[Chorus]\nAnd the record won\'t stop skipping\nAnd the lies just won\'t stop slipping\nAnd besides, my reputation\'s on the line\nWe can fake it for the airwaves\nForce our smiles, baby, half dead\nFrom comparing myself to everyone else around me\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlease put the doctor on the phone, \'cause I\'m not making any sense\nBlame everyone but me for this mess\nAnd my back has been breaking from this heavy heart\nWe never seemed so far\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nI\'m hopelessly hopeful\nYou\'re just hopeless enough\nBut we never had it, at all\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the record won\'t stop skipping\nAnd the lies just won\'t stop slipping\nAnd besides, my reputation\'s on the line\nWe can fake it for the airwaves\nForce our smiles, baby, half dead\nFrom comparing myself to everyone else around me\nYou might also like[Outro]\nTo everyone else around me\nEveryone else around me\nEveryone else around me11Embed', 'default'",0
4058,Brad_Paisley___I_Wish_Youd_Stay,happy,"""I Wish You’d Stay  [Verse 1]\nI talked to my sister in Memphis\nAnd I told her you were moving to town\nHere's her number\nShe said she'd be glad to show you around\nI left a map on your front seat\nJust in case you lose your way\nBut don't worry, once you reach Sallisaw\nIt's all interstate\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI know you need to go\nBut before you do I want you to know, that I\n[Chorus]\nWish you the best\nAnd I wish you nothing less\nThan every thing you've ever dreamed of\nAnd I hope that you find love along the way\nBut most of all\nI wish you'd stay\n\n[Verse 2]\nI figure right about sundown\nYou'll be in West Tennessee\nAnd by then\nMaybe I'll understand why you had to leave\nI know that you've done some changing\nAnd I know there's no changing your mind\nAnd yes I know\nWe've been through this a thousand times\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm sorry for still holding on\nI'll try to let go and I'll try to be strong, and I'll\n\n[Chorus]\nWish you the best\nAnd I wish you nothing less\nThan every thing you've ever dreamed of\nAnd I hope that you find love along the way\nBut most of all\nI wish you'd stay\nSee Brad Paisley LiveGet tickets as low as $299You might also like[Outro]\nYeah, everything you've ever dreamed of\nAnd I hope that you'll find love along the way\nBut most of all\nI wish you'd stay\nI wish you'd stay",0
3735,Boards_of_Canada___Aquarius,calm,"""Aquarius  [Intro]\nYeah, that's right!\nOrange\nOrange\nYeah, that's right!\nOrange\nOrange\nOrange\nOrange\nYeah, that's right!\nOrange\nOrange\n[Verse]\nOne, Orange We'll sail into the stars two, three, four\nFive, six, seven, eight\nNine, Orange Yeah, that's right! ten, eleven, twelve\nThirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen\nSeventeen, Orange eighteen, nineteen, twenty\nTwenty-one, twenty-two\nTwenty-three, twenty-four\nTwenty-five, Orange twenty-six\nTwenty-seven, twenty-eight\nTwenty-nine, thirty\nThirty-one, thirty-two\nThirty-three, Orange thirty-four\nThirty-five, Yeah, that's right! thirty-six\nForty-four, sixty-eight\nTwenty-seven, thirty-five\nForty-two, Orange fifty-eight\nForty-seven, sixty-three\nEighty-five, seventy-four\nSixty-seven, sixty-six\nFifty-one, Orange seventy-nine\nForty-two, twenty-four\nForty-five, sixty-ten\nSix, seven, fifty-six\nSixty-five, Orange forty-four\nFifty-three, forty-four\nTwenty-one Seventeen, thirteen, twenty-three\nYeah, that's right!\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWe'll sail into the stars\nWe'll sail into the stars\nWe'll sail into the stars\nWe'll sail into the stars",2
1583,Antimatter___Another_Face_In_A_Window,sad,"""Another Face In A Window  They're all the same, assimilated\nAnd here am I born of a lost cause\nThe underdog, an alien in drag, dying\nSo who's to say there's any shame in\nBeing alone when the dogs are outside\nIn packs of ten, their muzzles removed, biting\nI tried to save my inner sanctum\nWhile all around were still playing with fire\nThe fact remains\nI've never been moved to sell myself\nI don't want to be another face in a window\nSeeing life through a screen, bathed in a warm glow\nFade like so ...",1
6004,Creed___Illusion,sad,"""Illusion  [Verse 1]\nThe sun rises to another day\nMy constitution keeps changing till it slips away\nSo I lie awake and stare\nMy mind thinking, just wondering does anybody care\n\n[Chorus]\nShould I stay or go?\nShould I sleep or stay awake?\nAm I really happy or is it all\nJust an illusion?\n[Verse 2]\nSitting in my room now\nHiding thoughts, just hoping one day I'll get out\nI hear a voice call my name\nBreaking trance so silent, so I can stay the same\n\n[Chorus]\nShould I stay or go?\nShould I sleep or stay awake?\nAm I really happy or is it all\nJust an illusion?\n\n[Verse 3]\nWait now, many things are left unsaid\nThis life remains the same but I change\nI try to fool myself in believing\nThings are going to get better but life goes on\n\n[Chorus]\nShould I stay or go?\nShould I sleep or stay awake?\nAm I really happy or is it all\nJust an illusion?\n\n[Outro]\nJust an illusion\nJust an illusion\nJust an illusion\nJust an illusion\nJust an illusionYou might also like1",1
4096,Brand_New___You_Wont_Know,sad,"'You Won’t Know  [Verse 1]\nHey, hey, hey! Mr. Hangman, you go get your rope\nYour daughters weren\'t careful\nI fear that I am a slippery slope\nNow even if I lay my head down at night\nAfter a day I got perfectly right\nShe won\'t know\nShe won\'t know\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo pray, Little Kay, luck\'s God on a good day\nAnd you can\'t blame your mother\nShe\'s trying not to see you as her worst mistake\nAnd I wish that I could tell you right now, ""I love you""\nBut it looks like I won\'t be around\n[Chorus]\nSo you won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo believe in me, believe them, you think I\'ll let you down? Well, I won\'t\nThey can fire everything they\'ve got\nAnd when you think I\'m sunk, I will float on and on\nI have burned the bush that covered my light\nAnd now I’m scared I won’t burn that bright\n\n[Chorus]\nYou won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\n\n[Bridge]\nWe\'re never going to feel as full as we felt\nSo let\'s go outside and we\'ll play William Tell\nTake your time drawing a bead\nI\'ll stand as still as you need\n\'Cause you\'re so good at talking smack\nYou heart attack\nBut you\'re the apple of my eye anyway\nMy smiling face that\'s on my head, it\'s on a silver plate\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nSo they say\nThey say in heaven\nThere\'s no husbands and wives\nOn the day that I show up\nThey\'ll be completely out\nOf their forgiveness supplies\nAnd I can\'t use the telephone\nTo tell you that I\'m dead and gone\nSo you won\'t know\n\n[Chorus Outro]\nYou won\'t know\nNo, you won\'t know\nNo, you won\'t know\nNo, you won\'t know\nYeah, you won\'t know\nYeah, you won\'t know\nYou won\'t know\nNo, you won\'t14Embed', 'default'",1
6317,Dan_Black___Cocoon,sad,"""Cocoon  The way I feel\nStanding on this road\nI'm gonna crack this game\nI'm gonna crack this code\n\nI've still got time\nI've still got time\n\nWhen I'm wrong\nI don't take it well\nI've got my head in a song\nOh, can't you tell\nI've still got time\nI've still got time\n\nJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\nJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\n\nYou give me ideas\nWhen the dreaming stops\nGive me confidence\nWhen the drip won't drop\n\nI've still got time\nI've still got time\n\nJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\nJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\n\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon\nYou might also likeJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\nJust wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round, wrap me round your finger\n'Cause when you say it's okay doesn't matter if I believe you\n\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon\nYou are my cocoon",1
7695,Echoing_Green__The___Blind,sad,"'Blind  Staring in the face of fallacy\nStepping on the glass of serenity\nSleeping in the arms of irony...\nI find you\nYou taste the crime\nAnd slowly remind me\nOf times when the ""light""\nWas blinding to me\n\nAnd the glow is getting bright...\nBut it\'s not light\nSipping from the cup of tragedy\nEntangled in the web of vanity\nWhile spitting in the face of sanity...\nI find you\nThe peace in your mind\nIs deceptive by design\nThe pride behind your eyes\nIs blinding\n\nAnd the glow is getting white...\n\nBut it\'s not light\nIt\'s the daylight breaking down\nIn your mind\nAs the darkness tells its solitary lie\n\nIt\'s not light\nIt\'s not light\nIt\'s not the light\nThat\'s blindingYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8935,Federico_Aubele___Esta_Noche,happy,"""Esta noche  Esta noche volveré\nA contarte\nParapapapa\nEsta noche volveré\nA buscarte\nParapapapa\n\nEl tibio recuerdo\nTus labios el aroma a jazmín\nParaparapara\nSolo el tiempo cura\nL'alma herida\nParapapapa\nPero hoy el vino\nTrae aquella melodía otra vez\n\nEl tibio recuerdo\nTus labios el aroma a jazmín\nParaparapara\n\nEl tibio recuerdo\nTus labios el aroma a jazmín\nParaparapara\n\nTonight I will return\nTo sing to you\nTonight I will return\nTo look for you\nThe tepid memory\nYour lips and the aroma of jasmine\nOnly time heals\nA wounded soul\nBut today the wine\nBrings back that melody once more\nThe lukewarm memory...",0
5921,Cracker___I_Hate_My_Generation,anger,"""I Hate My Generation  I hate my generation\nI offer no apologies\nI hate my generation yeah\n\nI hate my generation\nI picked it up and threw it away\nI hate my generation now\n\nIt's all right\nAll right\nAll right\nAll right\nIt's all right\nAll right\nAll right\nAll right\nI hate my generation\nNow that I said it I feel liberated\nI hate my generation yeah\n\nI hate my generation\nI offer no apologies\nI hate my generation yeah\n\nIt's all right\nAll right\nAll right\nAll right\nIt's all right\nAll right\nAll right\n\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my\nI hate my generation",3
1011,Amber_Pacific___If_I_Fall,sad,"""If I Fall  [Verse 1]\nThis is for the ones who believe their lives won't change\nHoping that someday things will mend and be the same\nAnd this is for the ones who have lost it all and all that's left to gain\nIs a simple reminder that the things that were blind to slip away\nHow can I say, say I'll be okay?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I fall through these days that go by without cause\nJust a painful mistake has left me here on my own\nAnd if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on\nJust a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on\n[Verse 2]\nNow that the lines been broken\nI'm too afraid to just look back\nThe pages have left an empty space\nYou were all I had\nWhy does it have to be this way\nThese things they'll never change\nStill I'm left with knowing, content and happy, this is all I need\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I fall through these days that go by without cause\nJust a painful mistake has left me here on my own\nAnd if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on\nJust a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if I fall through these days that go by without cause\nJust a painful mistake has left me here on my own\nAnd if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on\nJust a sign that you're with me gives me the strength to hold on",1
1146,Amy_MacDonald___LA,sad,"""L.A.  [Verse 1]\nOh, here's a story bout a boy named J\nNothing he did would ever get in my way\nBut there's still a long, long way to go\n\n[Verse 2]\nI've only ever seen his face on film\nI've only ever heard the lines he'd say\nBut still they won't, get in my way\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm always told to be the dreamer kind\nWake up one morning and your dreams are life\nNever let them bring me down, never let them tear me down\nI always thought that I would follow you\nEvery place and everything you do\nBut I'm happy to be by myself, I don't need no one else\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe's never ever seen my face before\nI'm trying hard cause this I can't ignore\nBut there's still a long, long way to go\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm always told to be the dreamer kind\nWake up one morning and your dreams are life\nNever let them bring me down, never let them tear me down\n\nI always thought that I would follow you\nEvery place and everything you do\nBut I'm happy to be by myself, I don't need no one else\n\n[Bridge]\nAll my dreams are built around your face and this place\nAll the times I'm staring at the sun, you're the one\nAll my dreams are built around your face and this place\nAll the times I'm staring at the sun, you're the one\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm always told to be the dreamer kind\nWake up one morning and your dreams are life\nNever let them bring me down, never let them tear me down\nYou might also likeI always thought that I would follow you\nEvery place and everything you do\nBut I'm happy to be by myself, I don't need no one else\n\nI'm always told to be the dreamer kind\nWake up one morning and your dreams are life\nNever let them bring me down, never let them tear me down\n\nI always thought that I would follow you\nEvery place and everything you do\nBut I'm happy to be by myself, I don't need no one else",1
757,Alice_In_Chains___Junkhead,sad,"'Junkhead  [Intro]\n""Junk, fuck""\nYeah\nYeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nA good night, the best in a long time\nA new friend turned me on to an old favorite\nNothing better than a dealer who\'s high\nBe high, convince them to buy, yeah\n[Chorus]\nWhat\'s my drug of choice?\nWell, what have you got?\nI don\'t go broke\nAnd I do it a lot\n\n[Verse 2]\nSeems so sick to the hypocrite norm\nRunning their boring drills\nBut we are an elite race of our own\nThe stoners, junkies, and freaks\nAre you happy? I am, man\nContent and fully aware, yeah\nMoney, status, nothing to me\n\'Cause your life\'s empty and bare, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat\'s my drug of choice?\nWell, what have you got?\nI don\'t go broke\nAnd I do it a lot\nI do it a lot, yeah\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah\nYeah\nYeah\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nYou can\'t understand a user\'s mind\nBut try, with your books and degrees\nIf you let yourself go and open your mind\nI\'ll bet you\'d be doing like me\nAnd it ain\'t so bad\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat\'s my drug of choice?\nWell, what have you got?\nSee, I don\'t go broke\nAnd I do it a lot Say I do it a lot\n\n[Outro]\nI do it a lot\nI do it a lot\nSaid I do it a lot12Embed', 'default'",1
9024,Figurines___Lets_Head_Out,happy,"""Let’s Head Out  Let's head out to see the moon\nWe have to do it real soon\nI'll leave my wallet by the phone\nI gotta make it with you\n\nTonight I'll leave you on your own\nTonight I'll leave with you\n\nUnderstand I need a drink\nI need to get it real soon\nIn need but still I fell a sleep\nForgot what i had to do\nI'm not sure if what you say is true\nThat they might be coming for you\nI don't mind if you spice it up\nIf you promis you'll be able to choose\n\nYou told me no",0
8980,Fergie___Voodoo_Doll,sad,"""Voodoo Doll  [Intro]\nI don't have arms\nI don't have legs\nI don't have any human qualities\nOoh-ooh, whoa, ooh-ooh, whoa\nOoh-ooh, whoa, ooh-ooh, whoa\n\n[Verse 1]\nThe devil comes and I, I try to stall and I\nSoon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl\nAnd I put up my walls, and I, they begin to fall, as I\nThis cunning demon takes me as it's voodoo doll and I\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nDarkness sets in as the horns start to grow\nSuddenly I become somebody I don't know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa, what do I do? Ooh-ooh, whoa\nThis body's a temple of doom\nWhoa, what can I say?\nTo, oh, make all of this go away\n\n[Verse 2]\nI got many different names, but to you, it's all the same\nI be the crawling in your skin, I be the reason for your sin\nI be the cunning in your charm and I be the needle in your arm\nCall me once, might let you go\nBut call me twice and then I'm gonna get ya\n\n[Verse 3]\nMind playing tricks on me\nI'm paranoid, homie\nNobody know what I'm going through\nGod, I'm so lonely\nI know I'm losing it\nI'm hearing, whispering\nSomebody's watching me, clocking me\nHear my heart ticking\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus 2]\nWorshiping two Gods can get you in deep\nCrystal ball show you things you're not supposed to see\n\n[Chorus]\nWhoa, what do I do? Do Ooh-ooh, whoa\nThis body's a temple of doom\nWhoa, what can I say? I'm so nervous\nTo, oh, make all of this go away\n\n[Outro]\nYou know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya\nYou know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya\nYou know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya\nYou know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya\nYou know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya\nYou know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya\nYou know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya\nYou know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya\nYou know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya\nYou know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya",1
7615,Dwele___Let_Your_Hair_Down,happy,"""Let Your Hair Down  [Verse 1]\nThere she goes again\nWalking home, all alone, looking sad\nBaby, where's your friends?\nWhy you never smile?\nLet the sun, wash away, all your pain, so your inner child\nOoh Could fly\nMaybe we can be friends and I'll dry your pretty eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all night\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down Let your hair down, yeah\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all night Ooh, ooh\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down Oh, oh\n[Verse 2]\nThere's no need to hide\nGrab your purse and your keys\nCome on out, let the world inside\nGirl, it's time to play, yeah\n'Cause tomorrow's untold\nLet your dreams unfold your day, yeah\nJust fly Just fly\nTell me we can be friends and I'll dry your pretty eyes\nCome on and\n\n[Chorus]\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nDon't you be afraid\nDon't you be afraid, let your hair down\nShake it off, girl\nGirl, don't be afraid\nI'm gonna show you a thousand ways\nSo let go of your heart, I'll lead the way\nIf you just let me, shorty, I wanna see you let your hair down\nDon't be afraid\nI'm gonna show you a thousand ways\nSo let go of your heart, I'll lead the way\nIf you just let me, shorty, I wanna see you let your hair down\n\n[Chorus]\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\n\n[Outro]\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow Don't be afraid\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down Let go of your heart\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around\nThrow up your hands high\nAnd let your hair down\nGet up off your sorrow\nShake it up all around",0
1885,Art_In_Manila___The_Game,sad,"""The Game  These hits have made a bruise\nI wear to show the truth\nI don't care if i win or lose\nI just don't want to play the game\nAnd to hurt is to love\nNot where i come from\n\nThese hits have made a bruise\nIt grows deep red or blue\nI don't care if i win or lose\nI just don't want to play the game\nAnd to hurt the one i love\nFly away crimson dove\nTo hurt\nThese hits have made a bruise\nIs to love\nI wear to show the truth\nTo hurt\nI don't care if i win or lose\nIs to love\nI don't care if i win or lose\nTo hurt\nThese hits have made a bruise\nIs to love\nI wear to show the truth\nTo hurt\nI don't care if i win or lose\nIs to love\nI don't care if i win or lose",1
5126,Chapterhouse___Love_Forever,happy,"""Love Forever  She Said There Was A Place\nWe Used To Lose Each Day\nI'm Changing All The Time\nSo Keep Me Safe Tonight\nAnd Reach Into The Light\nThese Shadows Make Me Tired\nLove Forever\nLove Forever\nYou're Raching In For More\nDon't Evern Out The Score\nI'm Losing Touch She'd Say\nYou Have To Learn To Feel\nBeing Is To See\nI Hate To Hate My Way\nLove Forever",0
5932,Cradle_Of_Filth___Tearing_The_Veil_From_Grace,sad,"""Tearing the Veil from Grace  Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light\nA swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night\n\nA tragic yet magickal fall from grace\nToo awful to taste for the led and the chaste\nThose whose long fetters are addressed to all saints\n\nFree shining souls torn from God's given Reich\nDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight\n\nAnd Hell knows we sought victory\nChancing the leash\nBut when bad die were cast\nWe were cast down to die\nA steeple of needles thrust into our eyes\nSo scholars might say we were blinded by pride\nLike the sin of our Father\nWhom in Isaiah and Midian thrived\nRegaining his sights for the storming of\nSkies\nAnd after descenturies have crawled, vilified\nOur dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives\n\nFor eternity is a coprophagic\nBackward figure head\nGorging on her own bitter end\nAnd we have eaten shit\nUntil we're close to addicts\nNow grime is running out\nFor us to make amends\n\nTo retake what once was lost\nTo exalt our throne above the stars of God\n\nTo throw our fuck into gates and guts\nOf a severed neverland\nWhere we, the damned\nOnce pleasured ran\nLike seamen from the phallus sea\n\nAtrocious oceans must be crossed\nTo exalt our throne above the stars of God\n\nThe thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs\nCowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise\nTo snuff the sunrise\nYou might also likeThrowing shades of war before like prophecy\nNightbreed freed from the vasty deep\nNasty reap of freaks forsaken\nAnd when sultry dusk disrobes they'll learn\nShe is not a natural blonde\nFor the lower she goes the darker it grows\nAn Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan\n\nFellated Satan\nScreams congeal in clotted pearl\nAs he unfurls from aching hibernation\n\nStormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra\nAs lighting streaks with fire\nBlack clouds that shroud the Earth\nWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories\nBut now the sun is loath to come\nThe crescent moon is\nFreed\n\nElated Satan\nThe scimitar slash to the undergash\nOf Heaven too slight for penetration\n\nWe strike as wolves from the thickening fog\nTo exalt our throne over the stars of God\nLowly holy goats bare the brunt\nOf rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt\nBastioned in citadels and monastic cells\nThat smell of blessed cunt\nLike a convent where crosses rust\nFrom thirty dirty habits of shaved nun\nThere where deeper needs are begged of lust\nAnd cess and less impress enough\nObtaining the Lord of our Gaurdian Anger\nAnd Death's tunnel vision\nBad thing in collision\nThe locking of eyes and jagged antler\n\nUnpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams\nFeasting from throats of celestial thieves\n\nAnd God knows we seek victory\nNow that we are unleashed\nTo drive nails home of blind faith through those\nWho drove us from error to terror below\nRefugees clung to a crown furred in flies\nTarred with red honey, the plaster\nOf many a spire that aspired to rise\nSeeking Messiahs that by us soon\nDie\n\nIn the start like a cast\nIn morality plays\nOur hearts wore a mask\nOf dead rooks in the rain\nThe World was our cloister\nNo prayer, bent in shame\nOur once lucent plumage\nStung with horn withered grey\nAnd away\n\nAs aeons slew so we grew to myth\nRevenge accrued to a monolith\nBursting through from our roofed abyss\nLike an aether greased fist\nNow vulvite gates are so sorely missed\nOur horror pours through the orifice\nWhere once the spheres and archangels kissed\nPhallelujah\n\nFellated Satan\nHis coming assails\nThe night in gales\nThat bewail turned tides\nThat engulf their nation\nFuckers\n\nNow divintity is a worm ridden mouth\nIn a darkened high house\nOverrun by disease\nSo let the truth be wrung\nFrom veil and sanctum undone\nThat the banished ones intent\nOn reinstatement have won\n\nWe breathe by virtue of their rot\nNow our souls exult above the stars of\nStars of God",1
9492,Franz_Ferdinand___Come_On_Home,happy,"""Come on Home  [Verse 1]\nAlthough my lover lives in a place that I can't live\nI kind of find I like a life this lonely\nIt rips and pierces me in places I can't see\nI love the rip of nerves, the rip that wakes me\nSo I'm dissatisfied, I love dissatisfied\nI love to feel as though it's more than I need\n\n[Chorus]\nSo come on home\nSo come on home\nSo come on home\nHome\n[Verse 2]\nYou're where you want to be, I'm where I want to be\nCome on, we're chasing everything we've ever wanted\nReplace you easily, replace pathetically\nI flirt with every flighty thing that falls my way\nBut how I needed you when I needed you\nLet's not forget we are so strong, so bloody strong\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on home\nSo come on home\nSo come on home\nHome\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nBlue light falls upon your perfect skin\nFalls and you draw back again\nFalls and this is how I felt\nAnd I cannot forget, and I cannot forget\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on home\nSo come on home\nSo come on home\nBut don't forget to leaveYou might also like1",0
732,Alice_In_Chains___God_Smack,sad,"""God Smack  [Verse 1]\nCare not for the men who wonder\nStraw that broke your back, you're under\nCast all them aside who care\nEmpty eyes and dead-end stare\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't you know that none are blind\nTo the lie, and you think I don't find\nWhat you hide?\n[Chorus]\nWhat in God's name have you done?\nStick your arm for some real fun\n\n[Verse 2]\nFor the horse you've grown much fonder\nThan for me, that I don't ponder\nAs the hair of one who bit you\nSmiling, bite your own self, too\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I think that you're not blind\nTo the ones you left behind\nI'll be here\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat in God's name have you done?\nStick your arm for some real fun\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo be yearning all your life\nTwisting, turning like a knife\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nNow you know the reasons why\nCan't get high, or you will die\nOr you'll die\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWhat in God's name have you done?\nStick your arm for some real fun\nSo your sickness weighs a ton\nAnd God's name is smack for some\n\n[Outro]\nYeah!6",1
2963,Beyoncé___Hello,calm,"""Hello  [Verse 1]\nI love to see you walk into the room\nBody shining, lightin' up the place\nAnd when you talk, everybody stop\n'Cause they know you know just what to say, and\nThe way that you protect your friends\nBaby, I respect you for that\nAnd when you grow, you take everyone you love along\nI love that shit\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't fly me away\nDon't need to buy a diamond key\nTo unlock my heart\nYou shelter my soul\nYou're my fire when I'm cold\nI want you to know\n[Chorus]\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nIt was many years ago Ago\nBaby, when you When you\nStole my cool Stole my cool\n'Cause you had me at hello My cool, hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello, hello\n\n[Verse 2]\nI get so excited when you travel with me\nBaby, while I'm on my grind\nAnd never would I ever let my hustle\nCome between me and my family time and\nYou keep me humble out of this hype\n'Cause you know there's more to life\nAnd if I need you, you will be here\nYou will make the sacrifice\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon't fly me away\nDon't need to buy a diamond key\nTo unlock my heart\nYou shelter my soul\nYou're my fire when I'm cold\nI want you to know\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nIt was many years ago Ago\nBaby, when you When you\nStole my cool Stole my cool\nYou had me at hello My cool, hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello, hello\n\n[Bridge]\nGotta feel you\nAnd be near you\nYou're the air that I breathe to survive\nGotta hold you\nWanna show you\nThat without you, my sun doesn't shine\nYou don't have to try so hard for me to love you\nBoy, without you my life just ain't the same\nYou don't have to try so hard for me to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nYou had me at hello Hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello\nIt was many years ago Ago\nWhen you When you\nStole my cool Stole my cool\nYou had me at hello My cool, hello\nHello Hello\nHello Hello, hello\n[Outro]\nIt was many years ago\nBaby, when you\nStole my cool\nYou had me at hello\nHello\nHello, oh11",2
7676,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___Nocturnal_Me,sad,"""Nocturnal Me  [Verse 1]\nIn an ice-capped fire\nOf burning wood\nIn our world of wire\nIgnite our dreams\nOf starry skies\nAnd you and me\nAs realized\nOur bigger themes\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, take me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me\nTake me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me\n[Verse 2]\nDo or die\nWhat's done is done\nTrue beauty lies\nOn the blue horizon\nWho or why\nWhat's one is one\nIn pure disguise\nOf vulgar sons\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, take me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me\nTake me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me\n\n[Bridge]\nWhatever burns, burns eternally\nSo take me in turns internally\nWhen I'm on fire, my body will be\nForever yours, nocturnal me\n\n[Verse 1]\nIn an ice-capped fire\nOf burning wood\nIn our world of wire\nIgnite our dreams\nOf starry skies\nAnd you and me\nAs realized\nOur bigger themes\nSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91You might also like[Chorus]\nOh, take me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me\nTake me internally\nForever yours\nNocturnal me2",1
6094,Current_93___So_This_Empire_Is_Nothing,sad,"'So: This Empire Is Nothing  So: this Empire is nothing\nBefore me the green fields are stretched out\nThe broken body of a cat glows there\nAnd the shimmering flies fall\nThis Empire is nothing\nI said ""I guess this isn\'t real""\nThis Empire is not real\nI cannot hang words on the Silence\nEverywhere God\'s golden light\nS. said ""You have appeared to me for a reason""\nAnd I said to Her:\n""Who do You say I am?""\nLike One better beforeYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",1
3246,Björk___Show_Me_Forgiveness,sad,"'Show Me Forgiveness  Show me forgiveness\nFor having lost faith in myself\nAnd let my own interior up\nTo inferior forces\nThe shame is endless\nBut if soon start forgiveness\nThe girl might liveSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1474,Annie_Lennox___Dark_Road,sad,"""Dark Road  It's a dark road\nAnd a dark way that leads to my house\nAnd the word says\nYou're never gonna find me there oh no\nI've got an open door\nIt didn't get there by itself\nIt didn't get there by itself\n\nThere's a feelin\nBut you're not feelin' it at all\nThere's a meaning\nBut you're not listening any more\nI look at that open road\nI'm gonna walk there by myself\nAnd if you catch me\nI might try to run away\nYou know I can't be here too long\nAnd if you let me\nI might try to make you stay\nSeems you never realise a good thing\nTill it's gone..\nMaybe im still searchin\nBut I dont know what it means\nAll the fires of destruction are still\nBurnin' in my dreams\nThere's no water that can wash away\nThis longin' to come clean\nHey yea yea....\n\nI can't find the joy within my soul\nIt's just sadness takin hold\nI wanna come in from the cold\nAnd make myself renewed again\nIt takes strength to live this way\nThe same old madness every day\nI wanna kick these blues away\nI wanna learn to live again...\n\nIt's a dark road\nAnd a dark way that leads to my house\nAnd the word says\nYou're never gonna find me there oh no\nI've got an open door\nIt didn't get there by itself\nIt didn't get there by itselfYou might also like2",1
6002,Creed___Dont_Stop_Dancing,sad,"""Don’t Stop Dancing  [Verse 1]\nAt times life is wicked\nAnd I just can't see the light\nA silver lining sometimes isn't enough\nTo make some wrongs seem right\n\n[Refrain]\nWhatever life brings\nI've been through everything\nAnd now I'm on my knees again\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut I know, I must go on\nAlthough I hurt, I must be strong\nBecause inside, I know\nThat many feel this way\n\n[Chorus]\nChildren, don't stop dancing\nBelieve you can fly away, away\n\n[Verse 2]\nAt times life's unfair\nAnd you know it's plain to see\nHey, God, I know I'm just a dot in this world\nHave You forgot about me?\n\n[Refrain]\nWhatever life brings\nI've been through everything\nAnd now I'm on my knees again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut I know, I must go on\nAlthough I hurt, I must be strong\nBecause inside, I know\nThat many feel this way\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nChildren, don't stop dancing\nBelieve you can fly away, away\n\n[Bridge]\nAm I hiding in the shadows?\nForget the pain and forget the sorrows\nAm I hiding in the shadows?\nForget the pain and forget the sorrows\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut I know, I must go on\nAlthough I hurt, I must be strong\nBecause inside, I know\nThat many feel this way\n\n[Chorus]\nChildren, don't stop dancing\nBelieve you can fly away, away\n\nChildren, don't stop dancing\nBelieve you can fly away, away\n\nChildren, don't stop dancing\nBelieve you can fly away, away\n[Outro]\nAm I hiding in the shadows?\nAre we hiding in the shadows?",1
6419,Dar_Williams___Echoes,happy,"'Echoes  Every time you love just a little\nTake one step closer, solving a riddle\nIt echoes all over the world\n\nEvery time you opt in to kindness\nMake one connection, used to divide us\nIt echoes all over the world\n\nEvery time you choose one more morning\nGoodness or meanness, life has one warning\nIt echoes all over the world\nWhen a leader gets the hungry fed food\nWhen you just make love inside your bedroom\nIt echoes all over the worldYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
3428,Blackmores_Night___Waiting_just_for_you,happy,"""Waiting Just for You  They say that it's always darkest right before the dawn\nThey say that I must be strong just to carry on\nBut they don't know that I would wait my whole lifetime through\nBecause you know, my love, that I'd be waiting just for you\n\nThere you stood, amazing shining for the whole world to see\nAnd I knew an angel had been sent to watch over me\n\nSo I'll be here, waiting, hoping, dreaming, loving you\nBecause I know, my love, that you do love me too\nThey say that it's always darkest right before the dawn\nThey say that I must be strong just to carry on\nBut they don't know that I would wait my whole lifetime through\nBecause you know, my love, that I'd be waiting just for you\n\nThere you stood, amazing shining for the whole world to see\nAnd I knew an angel had been sent to watch over me\n\nSo I'll be waiting, hoping, dreaming, loving you\nBecause I know, my love, that you do love me too",0
3730,BoDeans___Good_Things,happy,"""Good Things  Sunlight fall down on the fields\nSunlight fall down over me\nWork all day, be all that I can be yeah-yeah\nSay I can say words only simple\nSay I can say words only clear\nBut, oh, I can feel your heart is beating near yeah-yeah\nHaunted love is all that I feel, when you're passing by\nHaunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes\n\nAnd I say\nNo, no, no, don't pass me over\nNo, no, no, don't pass me by\nSee I can see good things for you and I\nYeah, good things for you\nGive I can give love and attention\nGive I can give all time away\nOnly to one heart I can give today\nBe I can be man full of color\nBe I can be man black or white\nBut only to one heart I can be tonight\nHaunted love is all that I feel, when you're passing by\nHaunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes\nAnd I say\nNo, no, no, don't pass me over\nNo, no, no, don't pass me by\nSee I can see good things for you and I\nYeah, good things for you\nHaunted love is all that I see, it's there in your eyes\n\nAnd I say\nNo, no, no, don't pass me over No, no, no, don't pass me by\nSee I can see good things for you and I\nYeah, good things for youYou might also like1",0
8036,Elliott_Smith___Single_File,calm,"""Single File  [Verse 1]\nHere in line where stupid shit collides\nWith dying shooting stars\nAll we got to show what we really are\nIs the same kind of scars\nAnd looking at you all I see is\nYou're waiting for something\n\n[Chorus]\nSingle file\nYou're a murder mile\nYou idiot kid\nYour arm's got a death in it\n[Verse 2]\nIf you're choking up, take this paper cup\nBut there's a price that you'll pay\nFor trying hard to become whatever they are\nAnd saying whatever they say\nSo help yourself to this bitter pill\nOr somebody else will\n\n[Chorus]\nSingle file\nYou're a murder mile\nYou idiot kid\nYour arm's got a death in it\n\nSingle file\nSingle file\nSingle file\nSingle file",2
3614,Blue_Foundation___Ghost,calm,"""Ghost  Early morning, dreary horizon\nAching hands are pulling a millstone\nWailing from the cart\nMoaning from a shattered heart\n\nHe's burned down many a bridge\nAnd he's scared of walking in the dark\nIt hurts when the rain falls on his skin\n\nOh he is worn out from marching\nAnd he's forgotten for what he's searching\nYet he keeps up the stride\nGod knows that he won't arrive",2
2627,Beck___Runners_Dial_Zero_,calm,"""Runners Dial Zero  [Verse]\nBy the dried up stream\nWe slit our throats and dreamed\nBut when the building's burned\nWas there some concerned\nMother laid in bed\nWhat was it she said?\nGather all your worldly jewels\nAnd scatter them like fools\nDon't you make a fuss\nDays so perilous\nWhen day is done we'll ride\nWho cares what we find\nAnother misspent night\nWe thought we got it right\nThe driver lost a wheel\nThe ice turned into steel\nThey shivered like refugees\nWay down on our knees\nBy the dried up stream\nWe slit our throats and dreamed\nBut when the building's burned\nWas there some concerned\nMother laid in bed\nWhat was it she said?See Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249",2
6827,Deathstars___Virtue_To_Vice,sad,"""Virtue To Vice  These secrets I'll bring to you\nAre of thorns and ice\n\nHush...\nDon't tell them nothing, not a word\nHush...\nDon't tell them nothing, not a single thing that I've said to you\n\nHear all my secrets\nTell all the lies\nHear all my secrets\nTell all the fucking lies\nCan you hear it scream\nDeep deep inside\n\nHush...\nNow listen carefully, here it comes\nHush...\nIt's what I keep inside, this is the crime that I've tried to hide\n\nHear all my secrets\nTell all the lies\nHear all my secrets\nTell all the fucking lies\n\nCan you hear it scream\nDeep deep inside\n\nEnvy, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride, Lust, Greed\n\nThese secrets I'll bring to you\nAre of thorns and ice\nThese secrets I'll give to you\nWill turn virtue to vice\n\nI'll tell you only once...",1
4383,Broken_Social_Scene___Stars_and_sons,happy,"""Stars and Sons  [Verse 1: Brendan Canning]\nAnd when you let it\nYou ask for nothing\nWhy don't you share it?\nAll of the time you live\nThere's something that left\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will ever know in this town\nAnd in the red room at a distance\nHow would you know when?\nYou're the same when you're living\nI don't know when, I don't know when\n[Chorus: Brendan Canning]\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will know how far I live on\n\n[Verse 2: Brendan Canning]\nAll of the time you wait\nThere's someone who left\nAnd anyone can find all the rest\nHow would you show it?\nYou can see through the rest\nI don't know when, it won't be this time\n\n[Chorus: Brendan Canning]\nThis one will know how far I live on\nThis one will know how far I live onSee Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0
3395,Black_Uhuru___Happiness,happy,"""Happiness  What I'm a longing for is some happiness x2\n\nHappiness is when you share dat love wit one another\nHappiness is when you ?? together\nYou got to ??? ??\nThey can get no time to press\nBecause of all the distress that the society leads\n\nWhat I'm a longing for is some happiness\n\nHappiness is when you give Jah praises\nHappiness is when you livin with the feel of mind, oh yeah\nSo long we be living and we can't unite",0
2661,Bee_Gees___Love_So_Right,happy,"""Love So Right  [Verse 1]\nShe came on like the night\nAnd she held on tight\nAnd the world was right when she made love to me\nWe were free\nShe moved in like a friend\nStarted loving me\nAnd I thought I'd found my heaven in her arms\nBut the morning when I woke up\nI was here and she was gone\nNow I'm hanging on\nMaybe you can tell me\n[Chorus]\nHow a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong\nOh, my darling Oh, my darling\nHow a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhere did she go\nWhen I need her close to me?\nAnd the perfect story ended at the start\nI thought you came forever\nAnd you came to break my heart\nNow I'm hanging on\nOn the chance that you'll come back to me, oh, my love\n\n[Chorus]\nHow a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong So wrong\nOh, my darling Oh, my darling\nHow a love so right A love so\nCan turn out to be so wrong So wrong\nOh, my darling\n\n[Bridge]\nI could take it in my stride\nStart living for the moment\nMaybe half the things we sought were never there\nSimply open up our eyes\nAnd break it down to size\nIt isn't really fair\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nHow a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong So wrong\nOh, my darling\nHow a love so right Love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong So wrong\nOh, my darling\nHow a love so right How a love, a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong\nOh, my darling\nHow a love so right How a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong Can turn out, turn out to be so wrong, so wrong\nOh, my darling So wrong\nHow a love so right How a love so right\nCan turn out to be so wrong Can turn out, to be so, be so wrong, turn out to be so wrong\nOh, my darling\nHow a love so right\nCan turn out to be so",0
413,Aerosmith___Amazing,happy,"'Amazing  [Verse 1]\nI kept the right ones out\nAnd let the wrong ones in\nHad an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins\nThere were times in my life\nWhen I was goin\' insane\nTryin\' to walk through the pain\nWhen I lost my grip, and I hit the floor\nYeah, I thought I could leave but couldn\'t get out the door\nI was so sick and tired of livin\' a lie\nI was wishin that I would die\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s amazing\nWith the blink of an eye you finally see the light\nIt\'s amazing\nWhen the moment arrives that you know you\'ll be alright\nIt\'s amazing\nAnd I\'m sayin\' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight\n\n[Bridge]\nThat one last shot\'s a permanent vacation\nAnd how high can you fly with broken wings?\nLife\'s a journey, not a destination\nAnd I just can\'t tell just what tomorrow brings\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou have to learn to crawl\nBefore you learn to walk\nBut I just couldn\'t listen to all that righteous talk, oh yeah\nI was out on the street\nJust tryin\' to survive\nScratchin\' to stay alive\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s amazing\nWith the blink of an eye you finally see the light\nIt\'s amazing\nWhen the moment arrives that you know you\'ll be alright\nIt\'s amazing\nAnd I\'m sayin\' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight\nYou might also likeDesperate hearts, desperate hearts....\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Outro: Spoken]\n""So from all of us at Aerosmith to all of you out there, wherever you are, remember: the light at the end of the tunnel may be you. Good night.""2Embed', 'default'",0
7072,Diana_Krall___I_Dont_Stand_A_Ghost_Of_A_Chance_With_You,happy,"""I Don’t Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You  I love you oh so madly\nI need your love so badly\nBut I don't stand a\nGhost of a chance with you\n\nI thought at last I had found you\nBut other arms surround you\nAnd I don't stand a\nGhost of a chance with you\n\nIf you'd surrender just for\nA tender kiss or two\nYou might discover that\nI'm the lover meant for you\nAnd I'd be true\nSo what's the good of all my scheming?\nI know I must be dreaming\nFor I don't stand a\nGhost of a chance with youSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",0
6566,Dave_Hollister___My_Favorite_Girl,happy,"""My Favorite Girl  I'd like to dedicate this right here\nTo my favorite girl\nI know I haven't been the most perfect man\nBut I love you, God knows, I do\nWhy...\n\nVerse 1\nWhat's wrong with your shady ass\nWakin' me up early in the mornin' still yawnin'\nDon't you know a nigga half sleep\nSo why the hell you keep on pagin' me\nI told you once before\nI'm gonna say it once again\nDon't you call no more\nMy girl is lyin' next to me\nDo you think this is a game\nWhy you testin' me\nYou keep on stressin' me\nChorus 1\nYou keep callin' me\nAll night long\nJust constantly\nInterruptin'\nCan't you see\nI'm with my favorite girl\nWhat's that shit you on\nTalkin' about my baby's mom\nShe's still layin' in my arms\nShe is my favorite girl\n\nVerse 2\nI saw you around my way\nRidin' by my crib\nJust the other day\nThe order of protection was restranin' me\nI couldn't take the chance of someone namin' me\nYou tryin' to frame me\nLeave me alone\nCallin' me and hangin' up the wife was home\nHow'd you get my number in the first place\nThe shit ain't even listed under my name\n\nYou callin' me\nAnd you tellin' me\nThat you wantin' me\nAnd you needin' me\n'Cause you're lonely\nAnd you can't see\nHow I could be with another B\nI - T - C - H\nAnd that she could never be my wifey\nWhy can't you see it wasn't meant for you to be with me\nYou might also likeYou so damn crazy girl\nThinkin' I would ever leave my baby\nMy lady\nThe only one\nWho's there for me\nWho cares for me\nMy destiny\nWho knows the things\nThat's best for me\nAnd about me i'm not leavin my home\nThis ecstasy would always mean the world to me\n\nChorus 1\nHuh, leave me alone\nI wanna be alone\nLeave me alone, you had to go and stop callin' me\nWhy don't you\nI told you just leave me alone\nI can't take no more now\nBaby I need a little help\nStevie J, play for me1",0
2570,Beach_House___Childhood,calm,"'Childhood  The beginning of the end\nThought the harvest was my friend\nThe nature of that place\nSends a sweet smell around my head\nOh well\n\nThe hardest thing of all\nThe harboring of our lust\nHiding all the time\nWe were cast out of everywhere\nBut enough..\nLast time\nThe last time I remember\nThe last time I remember\nIt was gone\n\nHow I want you to know\nHow far west we will go\nHand in hand, let it low\nAll our days in the slow\n\nAll my toys are dead\n\nUnraveled at the stairs\nOpened but who cares?\nWhy?You might also like1Embed', 'default'",2
6093,Current_93___The_Descent_Of_Long_Satan_And_Babylon,sad,"""The Descent of Long Satan and Babylon  Long Satan and Babylon are walking\nThey're talking of fire and of ice\nOf the silence that stalks in the forest\nAnd a Christ spun out of the worlds\n\nLong Satan and Babylon are moving\nThrough a world ripped away from its center\nThey shear through the rushes\nThey follow the night night night night\n\nThey want want want want want want\nEverything\nLong Satan and Babylon are rushing\nThey are hurtling away\nFrom the center of things\nThey are running from the inside\nThe wind cries full and in them\nCuts through their emptiness\nHoof on stone\nClaw against sun\nWhere to look in an unknown\n\nWhere to search in the vast whole\nPiggy-back cross oh piggy-black cross\nInto the silence thundering\nAs they only hear the silence\n\nThey do not hear the pain\nBut Christ sees everything\nThe little children are falling\nThey'll topple till the end of the world\n\nLong Satan and Babylon keep running\nThrough a universe empty of sound\nThough the world makes dark shadows\nYou must look in your heart\nIn the dark\nYou must look in your heart",1
6168,Cypress_Hill___A_To_The_K,sad,"""A to the K  Look people\nYou heard it on the radio\nYou seen it on the TV show\nA to the K?\nA to the motherfuckin' Z\n\n[Intro: B-Real]\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K to the what?\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K\n[Verse 1: B-Real]\nOne, life had begun for the ruffneck\nKid who was gonna put niggas in check\nEighteen G's for the green\nObscene, and it's for the time being\nI'm pickin' nine, hell I'm out to get mine\nAnd pick two homies, three com-bine\nNext thing you know, jump in the six-fo'\nGet out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do'\n\n[Hook: B-Real]\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K motherfuckin' K?!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA To The Motherfuckin' K\n\n[Verse 2: Sen Dog]\nCouple niggas from the Eastside, headed Eastbound\nLookin' for a pound, to haul around town\nHere comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground\nHear the slug comin', when it come you fall down\nBuckdown, dead sound, that's what you found\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Brown\nDog, Sen is comin', to the mound\nLatino from Cypress, rips your compound\nShit gets deep, fake niggas on the ground\nWhat do you know? What go around come around!\nSix for the pig, and his punk hound\nHail to the king pig, or you get crowned\nOr better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like[Hook: B-Real]\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K motherfuckin' K?!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA To The Motherfuckin' K!\n\n[Bridge]\nIt's gonna be on, it's gonna be on\nIt's gonna be on, goin' on!\nIt's gonna be on, it's gonna be on\nIt's gonna be on, goin' on!\nIt's gonna be on, it's gonna be on\nIt's gonna be on, goin' on!\n\n[Verse 3: B-Real]\nGimme that weed fool and all your loot too\nI got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew\nLoaded and cocked for any hard rock\nIf you're takin' my weed, I'm takin' over your spot\nKeep your face down as I take your pound\nDon't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground\nStay Still And don't make a sound\nAs I get out the door, headed Eastbound\nBut, why did the fool try to act brave? act brave\nClip from the nine equals six to the grave\n[Hook: B-Real]\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K motherfuckin' K?!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA to the motherfuckin' K A to the K!\nA to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\nA To The Motherfuckin' K",1
1252,Andrew_Bird___How_You_Gonna_Keep_Em_Down_On_The_Farm,sad,"'How You Gonna Keep ’Em Down On The Farm  Reuben, Reuben, I\'ve been thinking\nSaid his wifey dear\nNow that all is peaceful and calm\nThe boys will soon be back on the farm\nMister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin\nHe pulled his chair up close to mother\nAnd he asked her with a grin\n\nChorus sung twice after each verse:\nHow ya gonna keep \'em down on the farm\nAfter they\'ve seen Paree\'\nHow ya gonna keep \'em away from Broadway\nJazzin around and paintin\' the town\nHow ya gonna keep \'em away from harm, that\'s a mystery\nThey\'ll never want to see a rake or plow\nAnd who the deuce can parleyvous a cow?\nHow ya gonna keep \'em down on the farm\nAfter they\'ve seen Paree\'\nRueben, Rueben, you\'re mistaken\nSaid his wifey dear\nOnce a farmer, always a jay\nAnd farmers always stick to the hay\nMother Reuben, I\'m not fakin\nTho you may think it strange\nBut wine and women play the mischief\nWith a boy who\'s loose with change\n\nChorus sung twice after each verse:\nHow ya gonna keep \'em down on the farm\nAfter they\'ve seen Paree\'\nHow ya gonna keep \'em away from Broadway\nJazzin around and paintin\' the town\nHow ya gonna keep \'em away from harm, that\'s a mystery\nImagine Reuben when he meets his Pa\nHe\'ll pinch his cheek and holler ""OO-LA-LA!\nHow ya gonna keep \'em down on the farm\nAfter they\'ve seen Paree\'?See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2974,Beyoncé___Gift_From_Virgo,happy,"""Gift from Virgo  [Intro]\nA gift from Virgo\n\n[Verse 1]\nI wish I could look in your eyes\nAnd tell you how I feel right now inside\nBaby, I know that it's real\nSo real, so real, so real\nHow I wish I could be with you\nHow I wish, how I wish, how I wish I could be with you right now\n[Verse 2]\nEvery morning, every afternoon, every night\nI wanna be with you\nIt don't matter if we go to the park or watch a play\nStay in the hotel room all day\nI just wanna be with you\nI love everything about you from your old school tennis shoes\nTo the way you move when you're dancing with me\n\n[Verse 3]\nDo you remember our first kiss?\nIt wasn't long enough\nRemember the first time we spent those weeks together?\nThey were not long enough\nAll of our conversations\nAll of your sweet pages\nThey're never long enough\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen it's time for me to leave\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nI never want to say goodbye\nI never, ever want to say goodbye\n\n[Bridge]\nOne day, we'll make love\nFinally, I'll be yours\nOnly you, only you, I could love you\nBut it's too late, I already love you\nI love you, I love you\nI love you, I love youYou might also like3",0
910,All_Time_Low___The_Party_Scene,happy,"'The Party Scene  [Verse 1]\nHey, kid, you\'ve got a lot of potential\nBut I think its time to move up\nSo go on and blow us away with your sound\nNow you\'re everything that we\'ve come to love\nTaught us to move, now we\'ll show it off\nJust drop us the beat\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nHere\'s to the fast times, the times we felt alive\nTo all the nights that we forgot to get back home\n[Chorus]\nStay seventeen\nThe party scene has got the best of me and you\nWe\'ve got to let this go\n\n[Verse 2]\nDrink up, last call before the sunrise sets the scene\nOf empty bottles, heavy hearts\nThe memories of broken dreams\nWe were so tired yet so alive\nWrapped up in lies like sheets of another one night stand\nYou know you left the girl with nothing but the\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSunrise through the window pane\nWhere tired eyes will close\n\n[Chorus]\nStay seventeen\nThe party scene has got the best of me and you\nWe\'ve got to let this go\n\n[Verse 3]\nI know she hopes I choke on this last drink\nDrop dead before my influence gets to her head\nShe said, ""I\'ll love you forever, or find something better\nIt\'s all just the same as when we sleep together\nWe wake up with headaches, and trouble remembering\nWhat went wrong.""\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Chorus]\nStay seventeen\nThe party scene has got the best of me and you\nWe\'ve got to let this goEmbed', 'default'",0
8095,Elliott_Smith___Placeholder,sad,"""Placeholder  Looking at all the rows\nAll these records look like big zeroes\nGot your picture on the back of a 45\nA placeholder till you take up mine\nA placeholder till you take up mine\n\nI'm the person you'll never need\nThe biggest loser on 16th Street\nThe invisible man with the see-through mind\nA placeholder till you take up mine\nA placeholder till you take up mine\nBreak off up in someone's loft\nIn midtown 'round there next to the square\nHe likes the way that you look now\nLike an open book\n\nJust like my favorite song\nSome pretty words that didn't last that long\nLike a package sent priority overnight\n\nPlaceholder, come and take up mine\nPlaceholder, come and take up mine\nPlaceholder, come and take up mine\nPlaceholder, come and take up mine",1
4731,Camera_Obscura___The_Sweetest_Thing,happy,"'The Sweetest Thing  [Verse 1]\nI\'m going on a date tonight\nTo try to fall out of love with you\nI know, I know, this is a crime\nBut I don\'t know what else to do\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy love, you\'re in a magazine\nMy love, you\'re doing fine, you\'re on TV\nYou wore my heart out then you ran away\nFrom Chicago to Cleveland you made me pay\nYou made me pay\n[Chorus]\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother to hear you sing\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother\n\n[Verse 3]\nOn the bus radio\n""50 Ways to Leave Your Lover"", oh no\nI laughed at the irony\nBut like a stupid, the irony got lost on me\nIt got lost on me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother to hear you sing\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother\n\n[Bridge]\nYou challenged me to write a love song\nHere it is, I think I got it wrong\nI focused on the negative\nThe pain was too much of an incentive\nAlways my incentive\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother to hear you sing\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother to hear you sing\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother to hear you sing\nWhen you\'re lucid, you\'re the sweetest thing\nI would trade my mother\n\n[Outro]\nBut she don\'t know just how far I\'d go\nWould I walk for a hundred miles\nFor a glimpse of your northern smile?1Embed', 'default'",0
9183,Five_for_Fighting___Maybe_I,sad,"""Maybe I  You were right\nYou came over me\nWhat'd never been before\nYou slid under my door, and now I find\nA Reason to admit I've been too lazy\n\nBut in this light\nIn this atmosphere\nI'm starting to believe\nThe other side of me but who's to know\nHoney... surely one of us is crazy\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung\nMaybe I Maybe I... I got some love for someone\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'm not the story for you\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll be the do you ought to do\n\nSo now I stand\nI never stood before\nWhat's better left unsaid is done, buried and dead and you're alive\nGirl I think you might just stay the night\n\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung\nMaybe I Maybe I... I got some love for someone\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll write a story for you\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll be the do you ought to do\n\nI'm not trying to take it easy, babe\nI'm not trying to help you see\nI'm not trying to take us over, babe\nI'm just trying to believe\n\nMaybe I...\nMaybe I...\nMaybe I...\nMaybe I...\n\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung\nMaybe I Maybe I... I got some love for someone\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'm just the story for you\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll be the do you ought to do\nYou might also likeMaybe I Maybe I... I'm not the one for your love\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll be your heaven above\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll write a story for two\nMaybe I Maybe I... I'll be the do that you do",1
905,All_The_Day_Holiday___Atmosphere,happy,"""Atmosphere  It seemed that night, we had everything\nEverything we had dreamed of being\nMaybe we thought too fast for ourselves\nMaybe it wasn't what it seemed\n\nTo feel that again, Questions don't need answers\nTo feel that again, Answers have no meaning\nTo feel that again, Meaning can't explain it\nTo feel that again\n\nJust then, when I thought\nI was making sense\nJust then, when you showed me it takes\nMore than bread to live\nComfort, it set in\nI'll give you credit for this win\nAnd all of them\nThere's one reason we don't accept\nMost haven't seen it yet\nAbiding, residing\nOpen up your eyes\nOpen up your minds",0
1873,Arsonists_Get_All_The_Girls___In_The_Empyreans,anger,"'In the Empyreans  I wake to the sound of your voice\nThe thought of you being gone tears at my insides\nTossing and turning every night\nI cling to memories we have lived in our lives\nI wished all our moments last forever\nTake back time, take back everything\nAs I tell what has happened\nIt appeared to me that this is\nWhat it will be like from now on\nStare at change filled with questions\nTake myself on, I deploy the ways\nIt was meant to be\nAnd the ways we dreamt to fear\nOn our shoulders\nIts weight stays and grows\nAs does my heart when I notice you watching us\nNever forgetting what you stood for\nTaking chances and overcoming fears\nWhenever in doubt I turn to you for the answersYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
725,Alice_In_Chains___Bleed_The_Freak,sad,"""Bleed the Freak  [Intro]\nMy cup runneth over\nLike blood from a stone\n\n[Chorus]\nThese stand for me\nName your god and bleed the freak\nI'd like to see\nHow you all would bleed for me\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen the pig runs slower Slower\nLet the arrow fly Fly\nWhen the sin lies bolder Bolder\nI'll pluck out thine eye I'll pluck out thine eye\n[Chorus]\nThese stand for me\nName your god and bleed the freak\nI'd like to see\nHow you all would bleed for me\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you scorn my lover Lover\nSatan got your thigh Thigh\nIf you steal in hunger Hunger\nI will kick you when you try When you try\n\n[Chorus]\nThese stand for me\nName your god and bleed the freak\nI'd like to see\nHow you all would bleed for me\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Interlude]\nAh...\nAll these things that you've done for me\nHave left me so fucking tired, ooh\nI'm not saying that you haven't done a lot of good\nBut if there's one thing you can do\nYou can bleed for me, bleed for me Ah!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThese stand for me\nName your god and bleed the freak\nI'd like to see\nHow you all would bleed for me\nThese stand for me\nName your god and bleed the freak\nI'd like to see\nHow you all would bleed for me4",1
83,A_Perfect_Circle___Magdalena,sad,"""Magdalena  [Verse 1]\nOvercome by your\nMoving temple\nOvercome by this\nHoliest of altars\n\n[Chorus 1]\nSo pure, so rare\nTo witness such an earthly goddess\nThat I've lost my self control\nBeyond compelled to throw this dollar\n[Verse 2]\nDown before your\nHoliest of altars\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'd sell my soul and my self-esteem\nA dollar at a time\nFor one chance, one kiss\nOne taste of you, my Magdalena\n\n[Bridge]\nI bear witness to this place\nThis prayer, so long forgotten\nSo pure, so rare\nTo witness such an earthly goddess\n\nThat I'd sell my soul\nMy self-esteem a dollar at a time\nFor one chance, one kiss\nOne taste of you, my black Madonna\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI'd sell my soul and my self-esteem\nA dollar at a time\nFor one taste, one taste\nOne taste of you, my MagdalenaYou might also like2",1
140,AHa___Analogue_All_I_Want,happy,"""Analogue All I Want  Come back, my darling one\nI'm calling on you\nThe road ahead is long\nAnd I must warn you\n\nI wonder\nWhere did she go?\nIf I failed you\nI tell you right now\n\nAll I want you to know\nI love you\nAll I need is the time\nTo show you\nCome back, my fallen son\nDon't let them fool you\n'Cause when the day is done\nThey never move you\n\nLay down your sense of pride\nGot more than you\nPut out your mournful tones\nI tell you right now\n\nAll I want you to know\nI love you\nAll I need is the time\nTo show you how I feel, feel\n\nLay down your sense of pride\nTrampled once too often\nI tell you right now\n\nAll I want you to know\nI love you\nAll I need is the time\nTo show you\n\nOh yeah\nYou know I love you\nAll I need is the time\nTo show you how I feel",0
639,Albert_Hammond_Jr___Bargain_Of_A_Century,calm,"""Bargain of a Century  It seems it's been such a long time\nSince I've been asking for\nWhat did you say? Was this your downtime?\nOr can I trace it to go home?\n\nIt's been, it's been such a long time\nThere's no words for this, I see\nMy time has come and you will rescue me\nSome new place I said, not this place I've been",2
1676,April_Wine___Just_Between_You_And_Me,happy,"""Just Between You and Me  Time and time again I see\nA love that seemed strong was not meant to be\nBroken hearts don't always mend\nLeft too unsure to try love again\n\nBut, just between you and me\nBaby, I know our love will be\nJust between you and me\nAlways I know our love will be\nJust between you and me\nLovers often seem to say\nHearts can be blind to love gone astray\nAlways it's the same old song\nSomeone's been hurt by a love that's gone wrong\n\nJust between you and me\nBaby, I know our love will be\nJust between you and me\nAlways I know our love will be\nJust between you\nJust between you and me\n\n[Myles Goodwyn: Guitar Solo]\n\nWords are sometimes hard to find\nThe silence can be so unkind\nYou always help me find my way\nThe love that we share grows stronger each day\n\nJust between you and me\nBaby, I know our love will be\nJust between you and me\nAlways I know our love will be\nSeulement entre toi et moi\nMeans that our love will always be\nJust between you and me\nBaby, I know our love will be\nJust between you\nJust between you and me",0
2214,Avril_Lavigne___Knockin_On_Heavens_Door,calm,"""Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door  [Intro]\nOoh\nYeah, yeah, yeah Ooh\nYeah, yeah, yeah Ooh\n\n[Verse 1]\nMama, take this badge off of me\nI can’t use it anymore\nIt’s getting dark, too dark to see\nI feel I’m knockin' on heaven’s door\n[Chorus]\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door\n\n[Verse 2]\nMama, put my guns in the ground\nI can’t shoot them anymore\nThat long, black cloud is comin' down\nI feel like I’m knockin' on heaven’s door\n\n[Chorus]\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven’s door, yeah, yeah\nKnock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door\n\n[Outro]\nYeah, yeah, yeah Ooh\nYeah, yeah, yeah Ooh\nYeah, yeah, yeah, oh Ooh\nYeah, yeah, yeah OohSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like2",2
2918,Beth_Orton___Love_Like_Laughter,calm,"""Love Like Laughter  [Verse 1]\nSome of the worst wrongs get righted on three chords\nLike a promise or a kiss goodbye\nWhen the sneer on your lips is the liveliest thing\nJust alive enough to die\n\n[Chorus]\nI open my heart\nIn my heart, there's something telling me\nTo open my heart\nOpen my heart\nYeah, I've been blind\nAnd all that's been lost\nIs a short loop running round my mind\n[Verse 2]\nLove is like laughter, see it happen by chance\nLike a promise be a kiss goodbye\nWhen the smile on your lips is the liveliest thing\nMore alive than any sky I've seen\n\n[Chorus]\nI open my heart\nIn my heart, there is something telling me\nTo open my heart\nI open my heart\nSee I've been blind\nAnd all that's been cut\nIs a short loop running round my mind\n\n[Chorus]\nI open my heart\nIn my heart, there's something telling me\nTo open my heart\nI open my heart\nSee I've been blind\nAnd all that's been cut\nIs a short loop running round my mind\n\n[Outro]\nIt's just running round my mind\nRunning all the time\nRunning all the time\nIt's a short loop\nA short loop\nRunning round my mind",2
2352,Backstreet_Boys___Just_Want_You_To_Know,happy,"""Just Want You To Know  [Verse 1: Nick]\nLooking at your picture\nFrom when we first met\nYou gave me a smile that I could never forget\nAnd nothing I could do\nCould protect me from you that night\nWrapped around your finger, always on my mind\nThe days would blend\n'Cause we stayed up all night\nYeah you and I were everything, everything to me\n[Chorus: All & Nick]\nI just want you to know\nThat I've been fighting to let you go\nSome days I make it through\nAnd then there's nights that never end\nI wish that I could believe\nThat there's a day you'll come back to me\nBut still I have to say I would do it all again\nJust want you to know\n\n[Verse 2: AJ with Howie & Brian, AJ with Brian]\nAll the doors are closing\nI'm trying to move ahead\nAnd deep inside I wish it's me instead\nMy dreams are empty from the day\nThe day you slipped away\n\n[Chorus: All]\nI just want you to know\nThat I've been fighting to let you go\nSome days I make it through\nAnd then there's nights that never end\nI wish that I could believe\nThat there's a day you'll come back to me\nBut still I have to say I would do it all again\nJust want you to know\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Bridge: AJ with Kevin & All]\nThat since I lost you, I lost myself\nNo I can't fake it, there's no one else\n\n[Chorus: Nick with Kevin, AJ & All]\nI just want you to know\nThat I've been fighting to let you go\nSome days I make it through\nAnd then there's nights that never end\nI wish that I could believe\nThat there's a day you'll come back to me back to me\nBut still I have to say, I have to say!\nI would do it all again again!\nJust want you to know\n\n[Outro: All & Nick]\n'Cause I've been fighting to let you go\nSome days I make it through\nAnd then there's nights that never end\nI wish that I could believe\nThat there's a day you'll come back to me\nBut still I have to say I would do it all again\nJust want you to know",0
8140,Eluveitie___The_Somber_Lay,happy,"""The Somber Lay  [Verse 1]\nA murky presage roaming the land\nTo silence the skylarks chant\nThe somber kiss is at hand\nTo impart the crimson robe\n\nHeed the dark some maid\nDancing across this equinox\nTo relegate persistence\nAs the bleak darkness grows\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nA cryptal impellent\nDevoted to the sublime round\n\n[Chorus]\nBeholden for the boons of light\nRetreating into quietness\nWe harken the somber lay\nWe sing the somber lay\n\n[Verse 2]\nClose your eyes and heed and vide\nThen you shall see\nThe sphere revolves as it's promised\n\nFlames flickering deftly\nTo banish the nipping air\nThe dark time is at hand\nLighted by bardic chant\n\nHeed the dark some maid\nTo enwrap all in bleakness\nA dark veil o'silence\nAs quiet insight buds\n\n[Chorus]\nBeholden for the boons of light\nRetreating into quietness\nWe harken the somber lay\nWe sing the somber lay\nYou might also like[Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nDarkness roaming the land\nLong dead the skylarks chant\nThe dark vis usurped command\nTo impart the sallow robe\n\nSure a new light will come\nThe life wheel is rotating onward\nGiven is the promise\nThus assertive we wear on\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nLife-given impellent\nDevoted to the sublime round\n\n[Chorus]\nBeholden for the boons of light\nRetreating into quietness\nWe harken the somber lay\nWe sing the somber lay",0
5164,Charlotte_Martin___Beautiful_Life,sad,"""Beautiful Life  You can't judge the love by the lover\nThe sky by its thunder\nThe road with no sign\nYou can't make the snow fall in summer\nOr make him not want her\nAnd not leave you behind\nMaybe he'll stay in touch years down the road\nAnd hope that he's still on your mind\n\nThe sun may come up and go down again\nI'll still swear it's a beautiful life\nMaybe we'll meet up in Denver\nTalk about weather, talk of old times\nI know every word that we said was what we both meant\nWell we meant it at the time\nPromise me that you'll be standing up straight\nChasing rivers and shadows and time\n\nThe sun may come up and go down again\nI'll still swear it's a beautiful life\n\nTime flies\nTime cries\nTime flies\nTime cries\n\nSo swim to the end of the river\nUntil there's no shiver left in your spine\nLive like there won't be tomorrow\nSee through your sorrow\nSee through your own eyes\nTry to remember these days down the road\nAnd try to remember this time\n\nThe sun may come up and go down again\nI'll still swear it's a beautiful life\nYou might also likeThe sun may come up\nThe sun may go down\nThe sun may come up\nThe sun may go down\nThe sun may come up\nThe sun may go down\nI'll still swear it's a beautiful life",1
5325,Chris_De_Burgh___In_Love_Forever,happy,"""In Love Forever  There's an angel crying up in Heaven tonight\nAnd I've got the Devil in my heart\nBecause I keep saying things that I don't mean\nAnd it's tearing us apart;\n\nThere's a wild wind blowing in the desert tonight\nOh how I long to feel the rain\nAnd let it wash away these lonely tears\nAnd bring us back again\n'Cos it's a different world when I look into your eyes\nYou're the nearest thing that I have seen to Paradise\nAnd I know with you I will be in love forever;\nThere's a stranger waiting deep in every heart\nTo say the crazy things we say\nBut I promise you he won't be back\nTo steal your dreams away;\n\nSo come up close and put your sweet hand in mine\nI'm going to hold you all night long\nAnd if you wake up I will be here\nTo tell you that I love you;\n\n'Cos it's a different world when I look into your eyes\nYou're the nearest thing that I have seen to Paradise\nAnd I know with you I will be in love forever;\n\nYes, it's a different world when I look into your eyes\nYou're the nearest thing that I have seen to Paradise\nAnd I know with you I will be in love forever\nYes I know with you I will be in love forever\nIn love forever",0
1053,Amerie___Come_With_Me,sad,"""Come With Me  [Spoken Intro]\nLook, you don't have to take this\nYou can come with me\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\n\n[Chorus]\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though\n[Verse 1]\nI just couldn't believe, believe it, babe\nThat she would go and treat you that way\nEspecially after all the craziness you took\nIt just ain't necessary\nI can feel the tears that you cry at night\n'Cause I know what love supposed to be like\nEvery little kiss and hug that she put aside\nBaby, if you want to I can make it right\n\n[Chorus]\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nNever could ever find the words to tell you, babe\nHow I felt so deep inside\nDidn't want to be too bold, didn't want to hate on your girl but now I\nCan let you know that it's wrong what you're going through\nYou deserve the same love I see in you\nGiven back a hundred fold, baby, I would do\nShow you love that you've never seen, never knew\n\n[Chorus]\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though\n\n[Bridge]\nIt won't be the same\nIf you come with me\nIf you come with me, if you come with me, if you come with me\nYou won't feel no pain\nIf you come with me\nIf you come with me, if you come with me, if you come with me\n[Chorus]\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though\n\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though\n\nSo hard to believe she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nSo hard to be strong 'cause she left you alone all alone\nI know babe you can come with me, though\nI know you're alone you can come with me, though\nI know you feel pain you can come with me, though\nI know you feel hurt you can come with me, though\nIt wouldn't be the same if you come with me, though",1
6514,Dashboard_Confessional___Hey_Girl,sad,"""Hey Girl  Hey girl, you've got a smart way\nAbout you that makes me wish that I was smart enough for you\nHey girl, you've got a fine laugh\nAnd I think that I can get used to that\nAnd you're already used to laughing at me\n\nSo what if your friends think I'm crazy, well\nI wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway\nThey're all theory, no action\nWhere I'm from we live\nLike it's the latest attraction\nHey girl, you've got a short fuse\nAnd I've got designs on lighting you up\nAnd setting you off\nAnd watching you burn for me\n\nThe world lives for the weekends\nWell I watched as my weeks bleed right into them\nWithout a line to divide what is theirs\nAnd what is mine\n\nSo what if your friends think I'm crazy, well\nI wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway\nThey're all theory, no action\nWhere I'm from we live like it's the latest attraction\n\nGo on, go on, your cruel intentions\nWon't solve your problems\nEveryone's gotta get bottom\nBottomed out in the long run\nAnd those are the times you need love\n\nGo on, go on, your cruel intentions\nWon't solve your problems\nEveryone's gotta get bottom\nBottomed out in the long run\nAnd those are the times you need love\nYou might also likeGo on, go on, your cruel intentions\nWon't solve your problems\nEveryone's gotta get bottom\nBottomed out in the long run\nAnd those are the times you need love",1
7649,Earshot___Fall_Apart_Album_Version,happy,"'The Crying of Lot 49 Chapter 6  Chapter 6\n\nWHEN she got back to Echo Courts, she found Miles, Dean, Serge and Leonard arranged around and on the diving board at the end of the swimming pool with all their instruments, so composed and motionless that some photographer, hidden from Oedipa, might have been shooting them for an album illustration.\n""What\'s happening?"" said Oedipa.""Your young man,"" replied Miles, ""Metzger, really put it to Serge, our counter-tenor. The lad is crackers with grief."" ""He\'s right, missus,"" said Serge. ""I even wrote a song about it, whose arrangement features none other than me, and it goes like this.""\n\n""SERGE\'S SONG""\n\nWhat chance has a lonely surfer boy For the love of a surfer chick, With all these Humbert Humbert cats Coming on so big and sick? For me, my baby was a. woman, For him she\'s just another nymphet; Why did they run around, why did she put me down, And get me so upset? Well, as long as she\'s gone away-yay, I\'ve had to find somebody new, And the older generation Has taught me what to do I had a date last night with an eight-year-old, And she\'s a swinger just like me, So you can find us any night up on the football field, In back of P.S. 33 oh, yeah, And it\'s as groovy as it can be. ""You\'re trying to tell me something,"" said Oedipa. They gave it to her then in prose. Metzger and Serge\'s chick had run off to Nevada, to get married. Serge, on close questioning, admitted the bit about the eight-year-old was so far only imaginary, but that he was hanging diligently around playgrounds and should have some news for them any day. On top of the TV set in her room Metzger had left a note telling her not to worry about the estate, that he\'d turned over his execu-torship to somebody at Warpe, Wistfull, Kubitschek and !McMingus, and they should be in touch with her, and it was all squared with the probate court also. No word to recall that Oedipa and Metzger had ever been more than co-executors.\n\nWhich must mean, thought Oedipa, that that\'s all we were. She should have felt more classically scorned, but had other things on her mind. First thing after unpacking she was on the horn to Randolph Driblette, the director. After about ten rings an elderly lady answered. ""I\'m sorry, we\'ve nothing to say.""Well who\'s this,"" Oedipa said. Sigh. ""This is his mother. There\'ll be a statement at noon tomorrow. Our lawyer will read it."" She hung up. Now what the hell, Oedipa wondered: what had happened to Driblette? She decided to call later. She found Professor Emory Bortz\'s number in the book and had better luck. A wife named Grace answered, backed by a group of children. ""He\'s pouring a patio,"" she told Oedipa. ""It\'s a highly organized joke that\'s been going on since about April. He sits in the sun, drinks beer with students, lobs beer bottles at seagulls. You\'d better talk to him before it gets that far. Maxine, why don\'t you throw that at your brother, he\'s more mobile than I am. Did you know Emory\'s done a new edition of Wharfinger? It\'ll be out"" but the date was obliterated by a great crash, maniacal childish laughter, high-pitched squeals. ""Oh, God. Have you ever met an infanticide? Come on over, it may be your only chance.""Oedipa showered, put on a sweater, skirt and sneakers, wrapped her hair in a student like twist, went easy on the makeup. Recognizing with a vague sense of dread that it was not a matter of Bortz\'s response, or Grace\'s but of The Trystero\'s.\nDriving over she passed by Zapf\'s Used Books, and was alarmed to find a pile of charred rubble where the bookstore only a week ago had Stood. There was still the smell of burnt leather. She stopped and went into the government surplus outlet next door. The owner informed her that Zapf, the damn fool, has set fire to his own store for the insurance. ""Any kind of a wind,"" snarled this worthy, it would have taken me with it. They only put up this complex here to last five years anyway. But could Zapf wait? Books."" You had the feeling that it was only his good upbringing kept him from spitting. ""You want to sell something used, he advised Oedipa, ""find out what there\'s a demand for. This season now it\'s your rifles. Fella was in just this forenoon, bought two hundred for his drill team. I could\'ve sold him two hundred of the swastika armbands too, only I was short, dammit.""\n\n""Government surplus swastikas?"" Oedipa said. ""Hell no."" He gave her an insider\'s wink. ""Got this little factory down outside of San Diego,"" he told her, ""got a dozen of your niggers, say, they can sure turn them old armbands out. You\'d be amazed how that little number\'s selling. I took some space in a couple of the girlie magazines, and I had to hire two extra niggers last week just to take care of the mail."" ""What\'s your name?"" Oedipa said. ""Winthrop Tremaine,"" replied the spirited entrepreneur, ""Winner, for short. Listen, now we\'re getting up an arrangement with one of the big ready-to-wear outfits in L.A. to see how SS uniforms go for the fall. We\'re working it in with the back-to-school campaign, lot of 37 longs, you know, teenage kid sizes. Next season we may go all the way and get out a modified version for the ladies. How would that strike you?""""I\'ll let you know,"" Oedipa said. ""I\'ll keep you in mind."" She left, wondering if she should\'ve called him something, or tried to hit him with any of a dozen surplus, heavy, blunt objects in easy reach. There had been no witnesses. Why hadn\'t she?\n\nYou\'re chicken, she told herself, snapping her seat belt. This is America, you live in it, you let it happen. Let it unfurl. She drove savagely along the freeway, hunting for Volkswagens. By the time she\'d pulled into Bortz\'s subdivision, a riparian settlement in the style of Fangoso Lagoons, she was only shaking and a little nauseous in the stomach. She was greeted by a small fat girl with some blue substance smeared all over her face. ""Hi,"" said Oedipa, ""you must be Maxine."" ""Maxine\'s in bed. She threw one of Daddy\'s beer bottles at Charles and it went through the window and Mama spanked her good. If she was mine I\'d drown her.""""Never thought of doing it that way,"" said Grace Bortz, materializing from the dim living room. ""Come on in."" With a wet washcloth she started to clean off her child\'s face. ""How did you manage to get away from yours today?"" ""I don\'t have any,"" said Oedipa, following her into the kitchen.\nGrace looked surprised. ""There\'s a certain harassed style,"" she said, ""you get to recognize. I thought only kids caused it. I guess not.""\n\nEmory Bortz lay half in a hammock, surrounded by three graduate students, two male, one female, all sodden with drink, and an astounding accumulation of empty beer bottles. Oedipa located a full one and seated herself on the grass. ""I would like to find out,"" she presently plunged, ""something about the historical Wharfinger. Not so much the verbal one."" ""The historical Shakespeare,"" growled one of the grad students through a full beard, uncapping another bottle. ""The historical Marx. The historical Jesus."" ""He\'s right,""shrugged Bortz, ""they\'re dead. What\'s left?"" ""Words."" ""Pick some words,"" said Bortz. ""Them, we can talk about."" ""No hallowed skein of stars can ward, I tow,\'"" quoted Oedipa, "" \'Who\'s once been set his tryst with Trystero.\' Courier\'s Tragedy, Act IV, Scene 8."" Bortz blinked at her. ""And how,"" he said, ""did you get into the Vatican library?"" Oedipa showed him the paperback with the line in it. Bortz, squinting at the page, groped for another beer.\n\n""My God,"" he announced, ""I\'ve been pirated, me and Wharfinger, we\'ve been Bowdlerized in reverse or something."" He flipped to the front, to see who\'d re-edited his edition of Wharfinger. ""Ashamed to sign it. Damn. I\'ll have to write the publishers. K. da Chingado and Company? You ever heard of them? New York."" He looked at the sun through a page or two. ""Offset."" Brought his nose close to the text. ""Misprints. Gah. Corrupt."" He dropped the book on the grass and looked at it with loathing. ""How did they get into the Vatican, then?"" ""What\'s in the Vatican?"" asked Oedipa. ""A pornographic Courier\'s Tragedy. I didn\'t get to see it till \'61, or I would\'ve given it a note in my old edition."" ""What I saw out at the Tank Theatre wasn\'t pornographic?""\n\n""Randy Driblette\'s production? No, I thought it was typically virtuous."" He looked sadly past her toward a stretch of sky. ""He was a peculiarly moral man. felt hardly any responsibility toward the word, really; but to the invisible field surrounding the play, its spirit, he was always intensely faithful. If anyone could have called up for you that historical Wharfinger you want, it\'d\'ve been Randy. Nobody else I ever knew was so close to the author, to the microcosm of that play as it must have surrounded Wharfinger\'s living mind."" ""But you\'re using the past tense,"" Oedipa said, her heart pounding, remembering the old lady on the phone. ""Hadn\'t you heard?"" They all looked at her. Death glided by, shadowless, among the empties on the grass.""Randy walked into the Pacific two nights ago,"" the girl told her finally. Her eyes had been red all along. ""In his Gennaro suit. He\'s dead, and this is a wake."" ""I tried to call him this morning,"" was all Oedipa could think of to say. ""It was right after they struck the set of The Courier\'s Tragedy,"" Bortz said. Even a month ago, Oedipa\'s next question would have been, ""Why?"" But now she kept a silence, waiting, as if to be illuminated.\n\nThey are stripping from me, she said subvocally feeling like a fluttering curtain in a very high window, moving up to then out over the abyss they are stripping away, one by one, my men. My shrink, pursued by Israelis, has gone mad; my husband, on LSD, gropes like a child further and further into the rooms and endless rooms of the elaborate candy house of himself and away, hopelessly away, from what has passed, I was hoping forever, for love; my one extra fella has eloped with a depraved 15-year-old; my best guide back to the Trystero has taken a Brody. Where am I? ""I\'m sorry,"" Bortz had also said, watching her. Oedipa stayed with it. ""Did he use only that,"" pointing to the paperback, ""for his script?"" ""No."" Frowning. ""He used the hardcover, my edition."" ""But the night you saw the play."" Too much sunlight shone on the bottles, silent all around them. ""How did he end the fourth act? What were his lines, Driblette\'s, Gennaro\'s, when they\'re all standing around at the lake, after the miracle?"" He that we last as Thurn and Taxis knew,\'"" recited Bortz, "" \'Now recks no lord but the stiletto\'s Thorn,/And Tacit lies the gold once-knotted horn.\' "" ""Right,"" agreed the grad students, ""yeah."" ""That\'s all? What about the rest? The other couplet?""\n\n""In the text I go along with personally,"" said Bortz, ""that other couplet has the last line suppressed. The book in the Vatican is only an obscene parody. The ending \'Who once has crossed the lusts of Angelo\' was put in by the printer of the 1687 Quarto. The \'White-chapel\' version is corrupt. So Randy did the best thing left the doubtful part out altogether.""""But the night I was there,"" said Oedipa, ""Driblette did use the Vatican lines, he said the word Trystero.""\nBortz\'s face stayed neutral. ""It was up to him. He was both director and actor, right?"" ""But would it be just,"" she gestured in circles with her hands, ""just some whim? To use another couple lines like that, without telling anybody?"" ""Randy,"" recalled the third grad student, a stocky kid with horn rims, ""what was bugging him inside, usually, somehow or other, would have to come outside, on stage. He might have looked at a lot of versions, to develop a feel for the spirit of the play, not necessarily the words, and that\'s how he came across your paperback there, with the variation in it.""""Then,"" Oedipa concluded, ""something must have happened in his personal life, something must have changed for him drastically that night, and that\'s what made him put the lines in."" ""Maybe,"" said Bortz, ""maybe not. You think a man\'s mind is a pool table?""""I hope not."" ""Come in and see some dirty pictures,"" Bortz invited, rolling off the hammock. They left the students drinking beer. ""Illicit microfilms of the illustrations in that Vatican edition. Smuggled out in \'61. Grace and I were there on a grant.""\n\nThey entered a combination workroom and study. Far away in the house children screamed, a vacuum whined. Bortz drew shades, riffled through a box of slides, selected a handful, switched on a projector and aimed it at a wall. The illustrations were woodcuts, executed with that crude haste to see the finished product that marks the amateur. True pornography is given us by vastly patient professionals. ""The artist is anonymous,"" Bortz said, ""so is the poetaster who rewrote the play. Here Pasquale, remember, one of the bad guys? actually does marry his mother, and there\'s a whole scene on their wedding night."" He changed slides. ""You get the general idea, notice how often the figure of Death hovers in the background. The moral rage, it\'s a throwback, it\'s mediaeval. No Puritan ever got that violent. Except possibly the Scurvhamites. D\'Amico thinks this edition was a Scurvhamite project."" ""Scurvhamite?"" Robert Scurvham had founded, during the reign of Charles I, a sect of most pure Puritans.\n\nTheir central hangup had to do with predestination. There were two kinds. Nothing for a Scurvhamite ever happened by accident, Creation was a vast, intricate machine. But one part of it, the Scurvhamite part, ran off the will of God, its prime mover. The rest ran off some opposite Principle, something blind, soulless; a brute automatism that led to eternal death. The idea was to woo converts into the Godly and purposeful sodality of the Scurvhamite. But somehow those few saved Scurvhamites found themselves looking out into the gaudy clockwork of the doomed with a certain sick and fascinated horror, and this was to prove fatal. One by one the glamorous prospect of annihilation coaxed them over, until there was no one left in the sect, not even Robert Scurvham, who, like a ship\'s master, had been last to go.""What did Richard Wharfinger have to do with them?"" asked Oedipa. ""Why should they do a dirty version of his play?""\n\n""As a moral example. They were not fond of the theatre. It was their way of putting the play entirely away from them, into hell. What better way to damn it eternally than to change the actual words. Remember that Puritans were utterly devoted, like literary critics, to the Word."" ""But the line about Trystero isn\'t dirty.""He scratched his head. ""It fits, surely? The \'hallowed skein of stars\' is God\'s will. But even that can\'t ward, or guard, somebody who has an appointment with Trystero. I mean, say you only talked about crossing the lusts of Angelo, hell, there\'d be any number of ways to get out of that. Leave the country. Angelo\'s only a man. But the brute Other, that kept the non Scurvhamite universe running like clockwork, that was something else again. Evidently they felt Trystero would symbolize the Other quite well.""\n\nShe had nothing more than to put it off with. Again with the light, vertiginous sense of fluttering out over an abyss, she asked what she\'d come there to ask. ""What was Trystero?"" ""One of several brand new areas,"" said Bortz, ""that opened up after I did that edition in \'57. We\'ve since come across some interesting old source material. My updated edition ought to be out, they tell me, next year sometime. Meanwhile."" He went looking in a glass case full of ancient books. ""Here,"" producing one with a dark brown, peeling calf cover.""I keep my Wharfinger-iana locked in here so the kids can\'t get at it. Charles could ask no end of questions I\'m too young to cope with yet."" The book was titled An Account of the Singular Peregrinations of Dr Diocletian Blobb among the Italians, Illuminated with Exemplary Tales from the True History of That Outlandish And Fantastical Race. ""Lucky for me,"" said Bortz, ""Wharfinger, like Milton, kept a commonplace book, where he jotted down quotes and things from his reading. That\'s how we know about Blobb\'s Peregrinations.""\nIt was full of words ending in e\'s, s\'s that looked like f\'s, capitalized nouns, y\'s where i\'s should\'ve been. ""I can\'t read this,"" Oedipa said.\n""Try,"" said Bortz. ""I have to see those kids off. I think it\'s around Chapter Seven."" And disappeared, to leave Oedipa before the tabernacle. As it turned out it was Chapter Eight she wanted, a report of the author\'s own encounter with the Trystero brigands. Diocletian Blobb had chosen to traverse a stretch of desolate mountain country in a mail coach belonging to the ""Torre and Tassis"" system, which Oedipa figured must be Italian for Thurn and Taxis. Without warning, by the shores of what Blobb called ""the Lake of Piety,"" they were set upon by a score of black-cloaked riders, who engaged them in a fierce, silent struggle in the icy wind blowing in from the lake. The marauders used cudgels, harquebuses, swords, stilettos, at the end silk kerchiefs to dispatch those still breathing.\n\nAll except for Dr Blobb and his servant, who had dissociated themselves from the hassle at the very outset, proclaimed in loud voices that they were British subjects, and even from time to time ""ventured to sing certain of the more improving of our Church hymns."" Their escape surprised Oedipa, in view of what seemed to be Trystero\'s passion for security. ""Was Trystero trying to set up shop in England?"" Bortz suggested, days later. Oedipa didn\'t know. ""But why spare an insufferable ass like Diocletian Blobb?""""You can spot a mouth like that a mile off,"" Bortz said. ""Even in the cold, even with your blood-lust up. If I wanted word to get to England, to sort of pave the way, I should think he\'d be perfect. Trystero enjoyed counter-revolution in those days. Look at England, the king about to lose his head. A set-up."" The leader of the brigands, after collecting the mail sacks, had pulled Blobb from the coach and addressed him in perfect English: ""Messer, you have witnessed the wrath of Trystero. Know that we are not without mercy. Tell your king and Parliament what we have done. Tell them that we prevail. That neither tempest nor strife, nor fierce beasts, nor the loneliness of the desert, nor yet the illegitimate usurpers of our rightful estate, can deter our couriers."" And leaving them and their purses intact, the highwaymen, in a cracking of cloaks like black sails, vanished back into their twilit mountains.\n\nBlobb inquired around about the Trystero organization, running into zipped mouths nearly every way he turned. But he was able to collect a few fragments. So, in the days following, was Oedipa. From obscure philatelic journals furnished her by Genghis Cohen, an ambiguous footnote in Motley\'s Rise of the Dutch Republic, an 8o-year-old pamphlet on the roots of modern anarchism, a book of sermons by Blobb\'s brother Augustine also among Bortz\'s Wharfingeriana, along with Blobb\'s original clues, Oedipa was able to fit together this account of how the organization began:In 1577, the northern provinces of the Low Countries, led by the Protestant noble William of Orange, had been struggling nine years for independence from Catholic Spain and a Catholic Holy Roman Emperor. In late December, Orange, de facto master of the Low Countries, entered Brussels in triumph, having been invited there by a Committee of Eighteen. This was a junta of Calvinist fanatics who felt that the Estates General, controlled by the privileged classes, no longer represented the skilled workers, had lost touch entirely with the people. The Committee set up a kind of Brussels Commune.\n\nThey controlled the police, dictated all decisions of the Estates-General, and threw out many holders of high position in Brussels. Among these was Leonard I, Baron of Taxis, Gentleman of the Emperor\'s Privy Chamber and Baron of Buysinghen, the hereditary Grand Master of the Post for the Low Countries, and executor of the Thurn and Taxis monopoly. He was replaced by one Jan Hinckart, Lord of Ohain, a loyal adherent of Orange. At this point the founding figure enters the scene: Hernando Joaquin de Tristero y Calavera, perhaps a madman, perhaps an honest rebel, according to some only a con artist. Tristero claimed to be Jan Hinckart\'s cousin, from the Spanish and legitimate branch of the family, and true lord of Ohainrightful heir to everything Jan Hinckart then possessed, including his recent appointment as Grand Master.\n\nFrom 1578 until Alexander Farnese took Brussels back again for the Emperor in March, 1585, Tristero kept up what amounted to a guerrilla war against his cousinif Hinckart was his cousin. Being Spanish, he got little support. Most of the time, from one quarter or another, his life was in danger. Still, he tried four times to assassinate Orange\'s postmaster, though without success. Jan Hinckart was dispossessed by Farnese, and Leonard I, the Thurn and Taxis Grand Master, rein-stated. But it had been a time of great instability for the Thurn and Taxis monopoly. Leery of strong Protestant leanings in the Bohemian branch of the family, the Emperor, Rudolph II, had for a time withdrawn his patronage. The postal operation plunged deeply into the red.\n\nIt may have been some vision of the continent-wide power structure Hinckart could have taken over, now momentarily weakened and tottering, that inspired Tristero to set up his own system. He seems to have been highly unstable, apt at any time to appear at a public function and begin a speech. His constant theme, disinheritance. The postal monopoly belonged to Ohain by right of conquest, and Ohain belonged to Tristero by right of blood. He styled himself El Deshe-redado, The Disinherited, and fashioned a livery of black for his followers, black to symbolize the only thing that truly belonged to them in their exile: the night. Soon he had added to his iconography the muted post horn and a dead badger with its four feet in the air some said that the name Taxis came from the Italian tasso, badger, referring to hats of badger fur the early Bergamascan couriers wore. He began a sub rosa campaign of obstruction, terror and depredation along the Thurn and Taxis mail routes.\n\nOedipa spent the next several days in and out of libraries and earnest discussions with Emory Bortz and Genghis Cohen. She feared a little for their security in view of what was happening to everyone else she knew. The day after reading Blobb\'s Peregrinations she, with Bortz, Grace, and the graduate students, attended Randolph Driblette\'s burial, listened to a younger brother\'s helpless, stricken eulogy, watched the mother, spectral in afternoon smog, cry, and came back at night to sit on the grave and drink Napa Valley muscatel, which Driblette in his time had put away barrels of. There was no moon, smog covered the stars, all black as a Tristero rider. Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn\'t vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a \' letter, another lover.\n\nShe tried to reach out, to whatever coded tenacity of protein might improbably have held on six feet below, still resisting decayany stubborn quiescence perhaps gathering itself for some last burst, some last scramble up through earth, just-glimmering, holding together with its final strength a transient, winged shape, needing to settle at once in the warm host, or dissipate forever into the dark. If you come to me, prayed Oedipa, bring your memories of the last night. Or if you have to keep down your payload, the last five minutes that may be enough. But so I\'ll know if your walk into the sea had anything to do with Tristero. If they got rid of you for the reason they got rid of Hilarius and Mucho and Metzgermaybe because they thought I no longer needed you. They were wrong. I needed you. Only bring me that memory, and you can live with me for whatever time I\'ve got. She remembered his head, floating in the shower, saying, you could fall in love with me. But could she have saved him? She looked over at the girl who\'d given her the news of his death. Had they been in love? Did she know why Driblette had put in those two extra lines that night? Had he even known why? No one could begin to trace it.\n\nA hundred hangups, permuted, combinedsex, money, illness, despair with the history of his time and place, who knew. Changing the script had no clearer motive than his suicide. There was the same whimsy to both. Perhapsshe felt briefly penetrated, as if the bright winged thing had actually made it to the sanctuary of her heartperhaps, springing from the same slick labyrinth, adding those two lines had even, in a way never to be explained, served him as a rehearsal for his night\'s walk away into that vast sink of the primal blood the Pacific. She waited for the winged brightness to announce its safe arrival. But there was silence. Driblette, she called. The signal echoing down twisted miles of brain circuitry. Driblette! But as with Maxwell\'s Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist. Beyond its origins, the libraries told her nothing more about Tristero. For all they knew, it had never survived the struggle for Dutch independence. To find the rest, she had to approach from the Thum and Taxis side. This had its perils. For Emory Bortz it seemed to turn into a species of cute game. He held, for instance, to a mirror-image theory, by which any period of instability for Thum and Taxis must have its reflection in Tristero\'s shadow-state. He applied this to the mystery of why the dread name should have appeared in print only around the middle of the 17th century. How had the author of the pun on ""this Trystero dies irae"" overcome his reluctance? How had half the Vatican couplet, with its suppression of the ""Trystero"" line, found its way into the Folio?\n\nWhence had the daring of even hinting at a Thurn and Taxis rival come? Bortz maintained there must have been some crisis inside Tristero grave enough to keep them from retaliating. Perhaps the same that kept them from taking the life of Dr. Blobb. But should Bortz have exfoliated the mere words so lushly, into such unnatural roses, under which, in whose red, scented dusk, dark history slithered unseen? When Leonard II-Francis, Count of Thum and Taxis, died in 1628, his wife Alexandrine of Rye succeeded him in name as postmaster, though her tenure was never considered official. She retired in 1645. The actual locus of power in the monopoly remained uncertain until 1650, when the next male heir, Lamoral II-Claude-Francis, took over. Meanwhile, in Brussels and Antwerp signs of decay in the system had appeared. Private local posts had encroached so far on the Imperial licenses that the two cities shut down their Thurn and Taxis offices. How, Bortz asked, would Tristero have responded? Postulating then some militant faction proclaiming the great moment finally at hand. Advocating a takeover by force, while their enemy was vulnerable. But conservative opinion would care only to continue in opposition, exactly as the Tristero had these seventy years. There might also be, say, a few visionaries: men above the immediacy of their time who could think historically. At least one among them hip enough to foresee the end of the Thirty Years\' War, the Peace of Westphalia, the breakup of the Empire, the coming descent into particularism.\n\n""He looks like Kirk Douglas,"" cried Bortz, ""he\'s wearing this sword, his name is something gutsy like Konrad. They\'re meeting in the back room of a tavern, all these broads in peasant blouses carrying steins around, everybody juiced and yelling, suddenly Konrad jumps up on a table. The crowd hushes, \'The salvation of Europe,\' Konrad says, \'depends on communication, right? We face this anarchy of jealous German princes, hundreds of them scheming, counter scheming, infighting, dissipating all of the Empire\'s strength in their useless bickering. But whoever could control the lines of communication, among all these princes, would control them. That network someday could unify the Continent. So I propose that we merge with our old enemy Thurn and Taxis\' Cries of no, never, throw the traitor out, till this barmaid, little starlet, sweet on Konrad, cold-conks with a stein his loudest antagonist. \'Together,\' Konrad is saying, \'our two systems could be invincible. We could refuse service on any but an Imperial basis. Nobody could move troops, farm produce, anything, without us. Any prince tries to start his own courier system, we suppress it. We, who have so long been disinherited, could be the heirs of Europe!\' Prolonged cheering.""\n\n""But they didn\'t keep the Empire from falling apart,"" Oedipa pointed out. ""So,"" Bortz backing off, ""the militants and the conservatives fight to a standstill, Konrad and his little group of visionaries, being nice guys, try to mediate , the hassle, by the time they all get squared away again, everybody\'s played out, the Empire\'s had it, Thurn and Taxis wants no deals."" And with the end of the Holy Roman Empire, the fountainhead of Thurn and Taxis legitimacy is lost forever among the other splendid delusions. Possibilities for paranoia become abundant. If Tristero has managed to maintain even partial secrecy, if Thurn and Taxis have no clear idea who their adversary is, or how far its influence extends, then many of them must come to believe in something very like the Scurvham-ite\'s blind, automatic anti-God. Whatever it is, it has the power to murder their riders, send landslides thundering across their roads, by extension bring into being new local competition and presently even state postal monopolies; disintegrate their Empire. It is their time\'s ghost, out to put the Thurn and Taxis ass in a sling.\n\nBut over the next century and a half the paranoia recedes, as they come to discover the secular Tristero. Power, omniscience, implacable malice, attributes of what they\'d thought to be a historical principle, a Zeitgeist, are carried over to the now human enemy. So much that, by 1795, it is even suggested that Tristero has staged the entire French Revolution, just for an excuse to issue the Proclamation of gth Frimaire, An III, ratifying the end of the Thurn and Taxis postal monopoly in France and the Lowlands. ""Suggested by who, though,"" said Oedipa. ""Did you read that someplace?"" ""Wouldn\'t somebody have brought it up?"" Bortz said. ""Maybe not."" She didn\'t press the argument. Having begun to feel reluctant about following up anything. She hadn\'t asked Genghis Cohen, for example, if his Expert Committee had ever reported back on the stamps he\'d sent them. She knew that if she went back to Vesperhaven House to talk again to old Mr Thoth about his grandfather, she would find that he too had died. She knew she ought to write to K. da Chingado, publisher of the unaccountable paperback Courier\'s Tragedy, but she didn\'t, and never asked Bortz if he had, either. Worst of all, she found herself going often to absurd lengths to avoid talking about Randolph Driblette. Whenever the girl showed up, the one who\'d been at the wakes, Oedipa found excuses to leave the gathering. She felt she was betraying Driblette and herself. But left it alone, anxious that her revelation not expand beyond a certain point. Lest, possibly, it grow larger than she and assume her to itself. When Bortz asked her one evening if he could bring in D\'Amico, who was at NYU, Oedipa told him no, too fast, too nervous. He didn\'t mention it again and neither, of course, did she.\nShe did go back to The Scope, though, one night, restless, alone, leery of what she might find. She found Mike Fallopian, a couple weeks into raising a beard, wearing button-down olive shirt, creased fatigue pants minus cuffs and belt loops, two-button fatigue jacket, no hat. He was surrounded by broads, drinking champagne cocktails, and bellowing low songs. When he spotted Oedipa he gave her the wide grin and waved her over. ""You look,"" she said, ""wow. Like you\'re all on the move. Training rebels up in the mountains."" Hostile looks from the girls twined around what parts of Fallopian were accessible.""It\'s a revolutionary secret,"" he laughed, throwing up his arms and flinging off a couple of camp-followers. ""Go on, now, all of you. I want to talk to this one."" When they were out of earshot he swiveled on her a look sympathetic, annoyed, perhaps also a little erotic. ""How\'s your quest?""She gave him a quick status report. He kept quiet while she talked, his expression slowly changing to something she couldn\'t recognize. It bothered her. To jog him a little, she said, ""I\'m surprised you people aren\'t using the system too.""\n\n""Are we an underground?"" he came back, mild enough. ""Are we rejects?"" ""I didn\'t mean"" ""Maybe we haven\'t found them yet,"" said Fallopian. ""Or maybe they haven\'t approached us. Or maybe we are using W.A.S.T.E., only it\'s a secret."" Then, as electronic music began to percolate into the room, ""But there\'s another angle too."" She sensed what he was going to say and began, reflexively, to grind together her back molars. A nervous habit she\'d developed in the last few days. ""Has it ever occurred to you, Oedipa, that / somebody\'s putting you on? That this is all a hoax, maybe something Inverarity set up before he died? ""It had occurred to her. But like the thought that someday she would have to die, Oedipa had been steadfastly refusing to look at that possibility directly, 01 in any but the most accidental of lights. ""No,"" she said, ""that\'s ridiculous."" Fallopian watched her, nothing if not compassionate. ""You ought,"" quietly, ""really, you ought to think about it. Write down what you can\'t deny. Your hard intelligence. But then write down what you\'ve only speculated, assumed. See what you\'ve got. At least that."" ""Go ahead,"" she said, cold, ""at least that. What else, after that?"" He smiled, perhaps now trying to salvage whatever was going soundlessly smash, its net of invisible cracks propagating leisurely though the air between them. ""Please don\'t be mad."" ""Verify my sources, I suppose,"" Oedipa kept on, pleasantly. ""Right?"" He didn\'t say any more.\n\nShe stood up, wondering if her hair was in place, if she looked rejected or hysterical, if they\'d been causing a scene. ""I knew you\'d be different,"" she said, ""Mike, because everybody\'s been changing on me. But it hadn\'t gone as far as hating me."" ""Hating you."" He shook his head and laughed. ""If you need any armbands or more weapons, do try Winthrop Tremaine, over by the freeway. Tre-maine\'s Swastika Shoppe. Mention my name."" ""We\'re already in touch, thanks."" She left him, in his modified Cuban ensemble, watching the floor, waiting for his broads to come back. Well, what about her sources? She was avoiding the question, yes. One day Genghis Cohen called, sounding excited, and asked her to come see something he\'d just got in the mail, the U. S. Mail. It turned out to be an old American stamp, bearing the device of the muted post horn, belly-up badger, and the motto: WE AWAIT SILENT TRISTERO\'S EMPIRE. ""So that\'s what it stands for,"" said Oedipa. ""Where did you get this?"" ""A friend,"" Cohen said, leafing through a battered Scott catalogue, ""in San Francisco."" As usual she did not go on to ask for any name or address. ""Odd. He said he couldn\'t find the stamp listed. But here it is. An addendum, look."" In the front of the book a slip of paper had been pasted in. The stamp, designated 16311,1, was reproduced, under the title ""Tristero Rapid Post, San Francisco, California,"" and should have been inserted between Local listings 139 the Third Avenue Post Office, of New York and 140 Union Post, also of New York. Oedipa, off on a kind of intuitive high, went immediately to the end-paper in back and found the sticker of Zapf\'s Used Books.\n\n""Sure,"" Cohen protested. ""I drove out there one day to see Mr. Metzger, while you were up north. This is the Scott Specialized, you see, for American stamps, a catalogue I don\'t generally keep up on. My field being European and colonial. But my curiosity had been aroused, so"" ""Sure,"" Oedipa said. Anybody could paste in an addendum. She drove back to San Narciso to have another look at the list of Inverarity\'s assets. Sure enough, the whole shopping center that housed Zapf\'s Used Books and Tremaine\'s surplus place had been owned by Pierce. Not only that, but the Tank Theatre, also.OK, Oedipa told herself, stalking around the room, her viscera hollow, waiting on something truly terrible, OK. It\'s unavoidable, isn\'t it? Every access route to the Tristero could be traced also back to the Inverarity estate. Even Emory Bortz, with his copy of Blobb\'s Peregrinations bought, she had no doubt he\'d tell her in the event she asked, also at Zapf\'s, taught now at San Narciso College, heavily endowed by the dead man.\n\nMeaning what? That Bortz, along with Metzger, Cohen, Driblette, Koteks, the tattooed sailor in San Francisco, the W.A.S.T.E. carriers she\'d seen that all of them were Pierce Inverarity\'s men? Bought? Or loyal, for free, for fun, to some grandiose practical joke he\'d cooked up, all for her embarrassment, or terrorizing, or moral improvement? Change your name to Miles, Dean, Serge, and /or Leonard, baby, she advised her reflection in the hall; light of that afternoon\'s vanity mirror. Either way, they\'ll call it paranoia. They. Either you have stumbled indeed, without the aid of LSD or other in dole alkaloids, onto a secret richness and concealed density of dream; onto a network by which X number of Americans are truly communicating whilst reserving their lies, recitations of routine, arid betrayals of spiritual poverty, for the official government delivery system; maybe even onto a real alternative to the exitlessness, to the absence of surprise to life, that harrows the head of everybody American you know, and you too, sweetie. Or you are hallucinating it. Or a plot has been mounted against you, so expensive and elaborate, involving items like the forging of stamps and ancient books, constant surveillance of your movements, planting of post horn images all over San Francisco, bribing of librarians, hiring of professional actors and Pierce Inverarity only knows what-all besides, all financed out of the estate in a way either too secret or too involved for your non-legal mind to know about even though you are coexecutor, so labyrinthine that it must have meaning beyond just a practical joke. Or you are fantasying some such plot, in which case you are a nut, Oedipa, out of your skull.\n\nThose, now that she was looking at them, she saw to be the alternatives. Those symmetrical four. She didn\'t like any of them, but hoped she was mentally ill; that that\'s all it was. That night she sat for hours, too numb even to drink, teaching herself to breathe in a vacuum. For this, oh God, was the void. There was nobody who could help her. Nobody in the world. They were all on something, mad, possible enemies, dead. Old fillings in her teeth began to bother her. She would spend nights staring at a ceiling lit by the pink glow of San Francisco\'s sky. Other nights she could sleep for eighteen drugged hours and wake, enervated, hardly able to stand. In conferences with the keen, fast-talking old man who was new counsel for the estate, her attention span could often be measured in seconds, and she laughed nervously more than she spoke. Waves of nausea, lasting five to ten minutes, would strike her at random, cause her deep misery, then vanish as if they had never been. There were headaches, nightmares, menstrual pains. One day she drove into L.A., picked a doctor at random from the phone book, went to her, told her she thought she was pregnant. They arranged for tests. Oedipa gave her name as Grace Bortz and didn\'t show up for her next appointment.\n\nGenghis Cohen, once so shy, now seemed to come up with new goodies every other daya listing in an outdated Zumstein catalogue, a friend in the Royal Philatelic Society\'s dim memory of some muted post horn spied in the catalogue of an auction held at Dresden in 1923; one day a typescript, sent him by another friend in New York. It was supposed to be a translation of an article from an 1865 issue of the famous Bibliotheque des Timbrophiles of Jean-Baptiste Moens. Reading like another of Bortz\'s costume dramas, it told of a great schism in the Tristero ranks during the French Revolution. According to the recently discovered and decrypted journals of the Comte Raoul Antoine de Vouziers, Marquis de Tour et Tassis, one element among the Tristero had never accepted the passing of the Holy Roman Empire, and saw the Revolution as a temporary madness. Feeling obliged, as fellow aristocrats, to help Thurn and Taxis weather its troubles, they put out probes to see if the house was interested at all in being subsidized. This move split The Tristero wide open. At a convention held in Milan, arguments raged for a week, lifelong enmities were created, families divided, blood spilt.\n\nAt the end of it a resolution to subsidize Thurn and Taxis failed. Many conservatives, taking this as a Millennial judgement against them, ended their association with The Tristero. Thus, the article smugly concluded, did the organization enter the penumbra of historical eclipse. From the battle of Austerlitz until the difficulties of 1848, the Tristero drifted on, deprived of nearly all the noble patronage that had sustained them; now reduced to handling anarchist correspondence; only peripherally engaged in Germany with the ill-fated Frankfurt Assembly, in Buda-Pesth at the barricades, perhaps even among the watchmakers of the Jura, preparing them for the coming of M. Bakunin. By far the greatest number, however, fled to America during 1849-50, where they are no doubt at present rendering their services to those who seek to extinguish the flame of Revolution.\n\nLess excited than she might have been even a week ago, Oedipa showed the piece to Emory Bortz. ""All the Tristero refugees from the 1849 reaction arrive in America,"" it seemed to him, ""full of high hopes. Only what do they find?"" Not really asking; it was part of his game. ""Trouble."" Around 1845 the U. S. government had carried out a great postal reform, cutting their rates, putting most independent mail routes out of business. By the \'yo\'s and \'8o\'s, any independent carrier that tried to compete with the government was immediately squashed. 1849-50 was no time for any immigrating Tristero to get ideas about picking up where they\'d left off back in Europe.\n\n""So they simply stay on,"" Bortz said, ""in the context of conspiracy. Other immigrants come to America looking for freedom from tyranny, acceptance by the culture, assimilation into it, this melting pot. Civil War comes along, most of them, being liberals, sign up to fight to preserve the Union. But clearly not the Tristero. All they\'ve done is to change oppositions. By 1861 they\'re well established, not about to be suppressed. While the Pony Express is defying deserts, savages and sidewinders, Tristero\'s giving its employees crash courses in Siouan and Athapascan dialects. Disguised as Indians their messengers mosey westward. Reach the Coast every time, zero attrition rate, not a scratch on them. Their entire emphasis now toward silence, impersonation, opposition masquerading as allegiance.""\n\n""What about that stamp of Cohen\'s? We Await Silent Tristero\'s Empire."" ""They were more open in their youth. Later, as the Feds cracked down, they went over to stamps that were almost kosher-looking, but not quite."" Oedipa knew them by heart. In the .15 dark green from the 1893 Columbian Exposition Issue ""Columbus Announcing His Discovery"", the faces of three courtiers, receiving the news at the right-hand side of the stamp, had been subtly altered to express uncontrollable fright. In the .03 Mothers of America Issue, put out on Mother\'s Day, 1934, the flowers to the lower left of Whistler\'s Mother had been replaced by Venus\'s-flytrap, belladonna, poison sumac and a few others Oedipa had never seen. In the 1947 Postage Stamp Centenary Issue, commemorating the great postal reform that had meant the beginning of the end for private carriers, the head of a Pony Express rider at the lower left was set at a disturbing angle unknown among the living.\n\nThe deep violet .03 regular issue of 1954 had a faint, menacing smile on the face of the Statue of Liberty. The Brussels Exhibition Issue of 1958 included in its aerial view of the U. S. pavilion at Brussels, and set slightly off from the other tiny fair-goers, the unmistakable silhouette of a horse and rider. There were also the Pony Express stamp Cohen had showed her on her first visit, the Lincoln .04 with ""U. S. Potsage,"" the sinister .08 airmail she\'d seen on the tattooed sailor\'s letter in San Francisco.""Well, it\'s interesting,"" she said, ""if the article\'s legitimate."" ""That ought to be easy enough to check out."" Bortz gazing straight into her eyes. ""Why don\'t you?"" The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with. One day Cohen called to tell her that the final arrangements had been made to auction off Inverarity\'s stamp collection. The Tristero ""forgeries"" were to be sold, as lot 49. ""And something rather disturbing, Miss Maas. A new book bidder has appeared on the scene, whom neither I nor any of the firms in the area have heard of before. That hardly ever happens."" ""A what?""\n\nCohen explained how there were floor bidders, who would attend the auction in person, and book bidders, who would send in their bids by mail. These bids would be entered in a special book by the auction firm, hence the name. There would be, as was customary, no public disclosure of persons for whom ""the book"" would be bidding.""Then how do you know he\'s a stranger?"" ""Word gets around. He\'s being super-secretive working through an agent, C. Morris Schrift, a very reputable, good man. Morris was in touch with the auctioneers yesterday to tell them his client wanted to examine our forgeries, lot 49, in advance. Normally there\'s no objection if they know who wants to see the lot, and if he\'s willing to pay all the postage and insurance, and get everything back inside of 24 hours. But Morris got quite mysterious about the whole thing, wouldn\'t tell his client\'s name or anything else about him. Except that as far as Morris knew, he was an outsider. So being a conservative house, naturally, they apologized and said no.""\n\n""What do you think?"" said Oedipa, already knowing pretty much.""That our mysterious bidder may be from Tristero,"" Cohen said. ""And saw the description of the lot in the auction catalogue. And wants to keep evidence that Tristero exists out of unauthorized hands. I wonder what kind of a price they\'ll offer.""\nOedipa went back to Echo Courts to drink bourbon until the sun went down and it was as dark as it would ever get. Then she went out and drove on the freeway for a while with her lights out, to see what would happen. But angels were watching. Shortly after midnight she found herself in a phone booth, in a desolate, unfamiliar, unlit district of San Francisco. She put in a station call to The Greek Way in San Francisco, gave the musical voice that answered a description of the acned, fuzz-headed Inamorato Anonymous she\'d talked to there and waited, inexplicable tears beginning to build up pressure around her eyes. Half a minute of clinking glasses, bursts of laughter, sounds of a juke box. Then he came on.\n\n""This is Arnold Snarb,"" she said, choking up.""I was in the little boys\' room,"" he said. ""The men\'s room was full."" She told him, quickly, using up no more than a minute, what she\'d learned about The Tristero, what had happened to Hilarius, Mucho, Metzger, Driblette, Fallopian. ""So you are,"" she said, ""the only one I have. I don\'t know your name, don\'t want to. But I have to know whether they arranged it with you. To run into me by accident, and tell me your story about the post horn. Because it may be a practical joke for you, but it stopped being one for me a few hours ago. I got drunk and went driving on these freeways. Next time I may be more deliberate. For the love of God, human life, whatever you respect, please. Help me.""\n\n""Arnold,"" he said. There was a long stretch of bar noise. ""It\'s over,"" she said, ""they\'ve saturated me. From here on I\'ll only close them out. You\'re free. Released. You can tell me."" ""It\'s too late,"" he said. ""For me?""""For me."" Before she could ask what he meant, he\'d hung up. She had no more coins. By the time she could get somewhere to break a bill, he\'d be gone. She stood between the public booth and the rented car, in the night, her isolation complete, and tried to face toward the sea. But she\'d lost her bearings. She turned, pivoting on one stacked heel, could find no mountains either. As if there could be no barriers between herself and the rest of the land. San Francisco at that moment lost the loss pure, instant, spherical, the sound of a stainless orchestral chime held among the stars and struck lightly, gave up its residue of uniqueness for her; became a name again, was assumed back into the American continuity of crust and mantle.\n\nPierce Inveracity was really dead. She walked down a stretch of railroad track next the highway. Spurs ran off here and there into factory property. Pierce may have owned these factories too. But did it matter now if he\'d owned all of San Francisco? San Francisco was a name; an incident among our climatic records of dreams and what dreams became among our accumulated daylight, a moment\'s squall-line or tornado\'s touchdown among the higher, more continental solemnities storm-systems of group suffering and need, prevailing winds of affluence. There was the true continuity, San Francisco had no boundaries. No one knew yet how to draw them. She had dedicated herself, weeks ago, to making sense of what Inveracity had left behind, never suspecting that the legacy was America.\n\nMight Oedipa Maas yet be his heiress; had that been in the will, in code, perhaps without Pierce really knowing, having been by then too seized by some headlong expansion of himself, some visit, some lucid instruction? Though she could never again call back any image of the dead man to dress up, pose, talk to and make answer, neither would she lose a new compassion for the cul-de-sac he\'d tried to find a way out of, for the enigma his efforts had created.\nThough he had never talked business with her, she had known it to be a fraction of him that couldn\'t come out even, would carry forever beyond any decimal place she might name; her love, such as it had been, remaining incommensurate with his need to possess, to alter the land, to bring new skylines, personal antagonisms, growth rates into being. ""Keep it bouncing,"" he\'d told her once, ""that\'s all the secret, keep it bouncing."" He must have known, writing the will, facing the specter, how the bouncing would stop. He might have written the testament only to harass a one-time mistress, so cynically sure of being wiped out he could throw away all hope of anything more. Bitterness could have run that deep in him. She just didn\'t know.\n\nHe might himself have discovered The Tristero, and encrypted that in the will, buying into just enough to be sure she\'d find it. Or he might even have tried to survive death, as a paranoia; as a pure conspiracy against someone he loved. Would that breed of perversity prove at last too keen to be stunned even by death, had a plot finally been devised too elaborate for the dark Angel to hold at once, in his humorless vice-president\'s head, all the possibilities of? Had something slipped through and Inveracity by that much beaten death? Yet she knew, head down, stumbling along over the cinder bed and its old sleepers, there was still that other chance. That it was all true. That Inverarity had only died, nothing else. Suppose, God, there really was a Tristero then and that she had come on it by accident. If San Francisco and the estate were really no different from any other town, any other estate, then by that continuity she might have found The Tristero anywhere in her Republic, through any of a hundred lightly-concealed entranceways, a hundred alienations, if only she\'d looked. She stopped a minute between the steel rails, raising her head as if to sniff the air. Becoming conscious of the hard, strung presence she stood on knowing as if maps had been flashed for her on the sky how these tracks ran on into others, others, knowing they laced, deepened, authenticated the great night around her.\n\nIf only she\'d looked. She remembered now old Pullman cars, left where the moneyed run out or the customers vanished, amid green farm flat nesses where clothes hung, smoke lazed out of jointed pipes.Were the squatters there in touch with others, through Tristero; were they helping carry forward that 300 years of the house\'s disinheritance? Surely they\'d forgotten by now what it was the Tristero were to have inherited; as perhaps Oedipa one day might have. What was left to inherit? That America coded in Inveracity’s testament, whose was that? She thought of other, immobilized freight cars, where the kids sat on the floor planking and sang back, happy as fat, whatever came over the mother\'s pocket radio; of other squatters who stretched canvas for lean-tos behind smiling billboards along all the highways, or slept in junkyards in the stripped shells of wrecked Plymouths, or even, daring, spent the night up some pole in a lineman\'s tent like caterpillars, swung among a web of telephone wires, living in the very copper rigging and secular miracle of communication, untroubled by the dumb voltages flickering their miles, the night long, in the thousands of unheard messages.\n\nShe remembered drifters she had listened to, Americans speaking their language carefully, scholarly, as if they were in exile from somewhere else invisible yet congruent with the cheered land she lived in; and walkers along the roads at night, zooming in and out of your headlights without looking up, too far from any town to have a real destination. And the voices before and after the dead man\'s that had phoned at random during the darkest, slowest hours, searching ceaseless among the dial\'s ten million possibilities for that magical Other who would reveal herself out of the roar of relays, monotone litanies of insult, filth, fantasy, love whose brute repetition must someday call into being the trigger for the unnameable act, the recognition, the Word. How many shared Tristero\'s secret, as well as its exile? What would the probate judge have to say about spreading some kind of a legacy among them all, all those nameless, maybe as a. first installment? Oboy. He\'d be on her ass in a microsecond, revoke her letters testamentary, they\'d call her names, proclaim her through all Orange County as a redistribution and pinko, slip the old man from Warpe, Wistfull, Kubitschek and !McMingus in as administrator de bonis non and so much baby for code, constellations, shadow-legatees. Who knew? Perhaps she\'d be hounded someday as far as joining Tristero itself, if it existed, in its twilight, its aloofness, its waiting.\n\nThe waiting above all; if not for another set of possibilities to replace those that had conditioned the land to accept any San Francisco among its most tender flesh without a reflex or a cry, then at least, at the very least, waiting for a symmetry of choices to break down, to go skew. She had heard all about excluded middles; they were bad shit, to be avoided; and how had it ever happened here, with the chances once so good for diversity? For it was now like walking among matrices of a great digital computer, the zeroes and ones twinned above, hanging like balanced mobiles right and left, ahead, thick, maybe endless. Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth. In the songs Miles, Dean, Serge and Leonard sang was either some fraction of the truth\'s numinous beauty as Mucho now believed or only a power spectrum. Tremaine the Swastika Salesman\'s reprieve from holocaust was either an injustice, or the absence of a wind; the bones of the GI\'s at the bottom of Lake In-verarity were there either for a reason that mattered to the world, or for skin divers and cigarette smokers. Ones and zeroes. So did the couples arrange themselves. At Vesperhaven House either an accommodation reached, in some kind of dignity, with the Angel of Death, or only death and the daily, tedious preparations for it. Another mode of meaning behind the obvious, or none. Either Oedipa in the orbiting ecstasy of a true paranoia, or a real Tristero. For there either was some Tristero beyond the appearance of the legacy America, or there was just America and if there was just America then it seemed the only way she could continue, and manage to be at all relevant to it, was as an alien, unfurrow, assumed full circle into some paranoia.\n\nNext day, with the courage you find you have when there is nothing more to lose, she got in touch with C. Morris Schrift, and inquired after his mysterious client. ""He decided to attend the auction in person,"" was all Schrift would tell her. ""You might run into him there."" She might. The auction was duly held, on a Sunday afternoon, in perhaps the oldest building in San Narciso, dating from before World War II. Oedipa arrived a few minutes early, alone, and in a cold lobby of gleaming redwood floorboards and the smell of wax and paper, she met Genghis Cohen, who looked genuinely embarrassed. ""Please don\'t call it a conflict of interests,"" he drawled earnestly. ""There were some lovely Mozambique triangles I couldn\'t quite resist. May I ask if you\'ve come to bid, Miss Maas."" ""No,"" said Oedipa, ""I\'m only being a busybody.""""We\'re in luck. Loren Passerine, the finest auctioneer in the West, will be crying today."" ""Will be what?"" ""We say an auctioneer \'cries\' a sale,"" Cohen said.\n""Your fly is open,"" whispered Oedipa. She was not sure what she\'d do when the bidder revealed himself. She had only some vague idea about causing a scene violent enough to bring the cops into it and find out that way who the man really was. She stood in a patch of sun, among brilliant rising and falling points of dust, trying to get a little warm, wondering if she\'d go through with it.\n\n""It\'s time to start,"" said Genghis Cohen, offering his arm. The men inside the auction room wore black mohair and had pale, cruel faces. They watched her come in, trying each to conceal his thoughts. Loren Passerine, on his podium, hovered like a puppet-master, his eyes bright, his smile practiced and relentless. He stared at her, smiling, as if saying, I\'m surprised you actually came. Oedipa sat alone, toward the back of the room, looking at the napes of necks, trying to guess which one was her target, her enemy, perhaps her proof. An assistant closed the heavy door on the lobby windows and the sun. She heard a lock snap shut; the sound echoed a moment. Passerine spread his arms in a gesture that seemed to belong to the priesthood of some remote culture; perhaps to a descending angel. The auctioneer cleared his throat. Oedipa settled back, to await the crying of lot 49.Embed', 'default'",0
3241,Björk___An_Echo_A_Stain,sad,"""An Echo, a Stain  [Verse]\nShe touched my arm and smiled\nOne of these days, soon, very soon\nLove you 'til then, love you 'til then\nFeel my breath on your neck\nAnd your heart will race\n\n[Chorus 1]\nDon't say no to me\nYou can't say no to me\nI won't see you\nDenied\n[Bridge]\nI'm sorry you saw that\nI'm sorry he did it\nAn echo\nA stain\nA stain\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI can't say no to you\nI can't say no to you\nSay nothing\n\n[Outro]\nFree falling\nCompleteSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like8",1
6718,DeBarge___I_Like_It,happy,"""I Like It  [Verse 1]\nI've been thinkin' 'bout you, for quite a while\nYou're on my mind every day and every night\nMy every thought is you, the things you do\nSeem so satisfying to me, I must confess it, girl\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, and I like it\nYou send chills up my spine every time I take one look at you\nOoh, and I like it\nGirl, you're blowin' my mind with the things you say to me\n[Bridge]\nI like the way you comb your hair\nAnd I like those stylish clothes you wear\nIt's just the little things you do\nThat show how much you really care\nLike when I'm all alone with you\nYou know exactly what to do\nYou put that fire inside of me\nAnd make it more than just a dream\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, and I like it\nYou send chills up my spine every time I take one look at you\nOoh, and I like it\nOoh, and I like it\n\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, let me run this by you, just one more time\nYou're on my mind every day and every night\nMy every thought is you, the things you do\nSeems so satisfying to me, I must confess it, girl\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, and I like it\nYou send chills up my spine every time I take one look at you\nOoh, and I like it\nGirl, you're blowin' my mind with the things you say to me\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI like the way you comb your hair\nAnd I like those stylish clothes you wear\nIt's just the little things you do\nThat show how much you really care\nLike when I'm all alone with you I like it, I like it\nYou know exactly what to do I really, really like it\nYou put that fire inside of me I'm for it, adore it\nAnd make it more than just a dream So come let me enjoy it\n\n[Refrain]\nI like it, I like it\nI really, really like it\nI'm for it, adore it\nSo come let me enjoy it\nI like it, I like it\nI really, really like it\nI'm for it, adore it\nSo come let me enjoy it\nI like it, I like it\nI really, really like it\nI'm for it, adore it\nSo come let me enjoy it\n\n[Outro]\nOoh, and I like it\nOoh, I like it, ooh\nOoh, and I like it\nI'm just tryin' to satisfy you, girl\nYou know I really like it\nSay, baby Ooh, and I like it\nI like everything little thing you do\nThe way you comb your hair\nAnd every little thing you do\nIt shows how much you care\n\nSay, baby Ooh, and I like it\nEvery time I take one look at you\nI get chills up and down my spine\n\nAnd I like it, I like it, and I like it Ooh, and I like it\nAnd I like it, and I like it\nLike it, like it, like it, like it\nLike it, like it, like it, babe\nOoh, and I like it6",0
6876,Department_of_Eagles___Gravitys_Greatest_VictoryRex_Snorted_Coke,sad,"""Gravity’s Greatest Victory/Rex Snorted Coke  Past years are sealed with the signet of my might\nAnd MIT pale, present ???\nMy beds are odorous with soft ?? scent\nAnd strangely pale, present ???\nMy beds are odorous with soft ?? scent\nAnd strange, mutant flowers\nTremulous, twilight air\nWeave over all, and hear\nOh, and strange mutant flowers\nTremulous, twilight air\nWeave over all, and hear\nI sing my siren song, toward all souls are bent\nWithin the subtle, sweet, melodious snare\nLie, making love\nHate me, love's greedy stink",1
798,Alicia_Keys___Rock_Wit_U,happy,"""Rock wit U  [Verse 1]\nThere's no escape on the spell you have placed\nLeaving my heart and my mind\nFoolish am I, if I was to try\nTo ever leave you behind\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna rock wit' you, come give me all your love\nNo matter what we do, I wanna rock wit' you\nWit' you and only you, I wanna rock wit' you\nI wanna rock wit' you, rock wit' you, baby\n[Verse 2]\nI'll stay and walk this life wit' you\nNo matter what we may go through\nDead broke, no job, no house, no ride\nI'm gonna stay right by your side\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna rock wit' you, come give me all your love\nNo matter what we do, wanna rock wit' you\nWit' you and only you, wit' you and only you\nI wanna rock wit' you, rock wit' you, baby, baby\n\n[Bridge]\nDon't question where you're headed to, my love\nDon't be Don't be afraid, just believe in love\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna rock wit' you, no matter what we do\nWit' you and only you, I wanna rock wit' you\nI wanna rock wit' you Wanna rock wit' you baby\nNo matter what we do Wanna rock wit' you baby\nWit' you and only you Wanna rock wit' you baby\nI wanna rock wit' you Wanna rock wit' you baby\nI wanna rock wit' you Wanna rock wit' you baby\nNo matter what we do They know who, this posess'\nWit' you and only you Wanna rock wit' you baby\nI'm gonna rock wit' you Moral is, no more less\nYou might also like[Outro]\nHey\nDo your thing, do your thing Hey, hey\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing\nMmm\nDo your thing, do your thing Hey, hey\nDo your thing, do your thing\nDo your thing, do your thing",0
9590,From_Autumn_To_Ashes___Chloroform_Perfume,sad,"""Chloroform Perfume  The end result of so many meetings\nAt late night diners with no one eating\nWe sit in corners and sip burnt coffee\nCount the tiles up on the ceiling\nSkip this pretense and cut straight to dying\nDon't beg me to keep your eyes from crying\n\nYou said so much\nWithout ever parting your lips\n\nIt's past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep\nAnd this is a habit that I can't break\nYou're my only company\nI'm skipping stones\nAnd the street lights flicker like this match in my hand\nThe street lights flicker like this match in my hand\nAnd the street lights flicker like this match in my hand\nBegging to strike, begging to strike\n\nAnd I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving\nFlat out of change now, I'm sure you won't accept the charges\nIt's all the same 'cause, by the morning, I'll be halfway to\nColorado or some place like that\n\nYou said so much\nWithout ever parting your lips\n\nPast 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep\nAnd this is a habit that I can't break\nYou're my only company\nI'm skipping stones down a dull suburban street\n\nAnd she keeps on asking, do you think it hurts much to die?\nIt's hurting so much more to stay alive now\nShe is going to find out how much it hurts to die\n\nShe laces her perfume up with death\nI feel it in my lungs\nSo I pull in the deepest breath\nAnd drop my head...",1
823,Alien_Sex_Fiend___Dead_And_Buried,sad,"""Dead and Buried  Aaah! AAAH!\nAaah! AAAH!\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\n\nWhat was created, went on before\nBurn your art out like some cheap old whore\nYou're all old and boring now\nAll the milk's been taken from the cow\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nSwitched my sulph to ajax\nAin't high but I'm clean\nNever eat anything with a face on it\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nDead\n\nAsthma attack in a purple haze\nYour cards are numbered and so are my days\nThe living ain't easy, the living ain't clean\nMakes me hot, makes me naked\nMakes me feel just plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nDead\n\nAaah! AAAH!\nAaah! AAAH!\nAAAAAAAH!\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nYou might also likeLiving ain't clean, living ain't easy\nMakes me feel just plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nDead dead dead!\n\nSwitched my sulph to ajax\nAin't high but I'm clean\nNever eat anything with a face on it\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\n\nAaah AAAH!\nAaah AAAH!\n\nAsthma attack in a purple haze\nThe cards are numbered and so are your dayzzzzz\nLiving ain't easy, living ain't clean\nMakes me feel plain obscene\nKnow what I mean?\n\nD-D-D-Dead - and buried\nD-D-D-Dead - and buried\nNow we're all onboard the mystery train\nDon't know where we're going\nAnd if we did\nIt's all the same\n\nD-D-D-Dead and buried\nD-D-D-Dead AAAH!\nAaah AAAH!\nMmmm......",1
620,Alan_Jackson___Amarillo,happy,"""Amarillo  [Verse 1]\nThe time has come, you're really leaving\nYou always told me that you wanted to\nI guess I never thought it would happen\nI guess I never really wanted it to\nThe world is calling you and you must answer\nBut you can take me with you in your dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you ever get back to Amarillo\nIn a shiny new car or worn out shoes\nIf you ever get back to Amarillo\nI'll be waiting for you\n[Verse 2]\nYour sister told me you were working\nAt some office out in Tinseltown\nBut don't forget about those who love you\nThey'll be there for you if you get down\nI believe in you and all you're after\nI hope you end up where you want to be\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you ever get back to Amarillo\nIn a shiny new car or worn out shoes\nIf you ever get back to Amarillo\nI'll be waiting for you\n\n[Verse 3]\nFor thirty years now have gone by quickly\nI still think of you from time to time\nMy wife died early, I've got children\nI'm happy and my health is fine\nI often wondered if you found your freedom\nI sometimes wonder if I should have gone\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if you ever get back to Amarillo\nIn a shiny new car or worn out shoes\nIf you ever get back to Amarillo\nI'll be waiting for you\nIf you ever get back to Amarillo\nIn a shiny new car or worn out shoes\nIf you ever get back to Amarillo\nI'll be waiting for you\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI'll be waiting for you\nI'll be waiting for you",0
9177,Five_Star___Rain_Or_Shine,happy,"""Rain or Shine  [Verse 1]\nYou're my knight in shining armor\nChase the devil and the dragons away\nFrom mañana to mañana\nDo I love you? Yes, I do, do\nStorm or sun, you're the only one\nAnd this is how I feel\n\n[Chorus]\nRain or shine\nYou'll always be one in a million\nMy fantasy come true\nRain or shine It's you and me\nCut me a heart on a tree and say\nIt's forever, not a year and a day\n[Verse 2]\nRobin Hood and Major Tom Robin Hood and Major Tom\nAll the super heroes rolled into one\nKiss away my sad and lonelies\nDo I love you? Yes, I do, do\nSilk and steel, that's the way you feel\nAnd how I love you now\n\n[Chorus]\nRain or shine\nYou'll always be one in a million\nMy fantasy come true\nRain or shine It's you and me\nCut me a heart on a tree and say\nIt's forever, not a year and a day\nOur love would stay\n\n[Bridge]\nHow I love you now\nHow I love you now\n\n[Chorus]\nRain or shine\nYou'll always be one in a million\nMy fantasy come true\nRain or shine It's you and me\nCut me a heart on a tree and say from me to you\nYou might also like[Outro]\nRain, shine, rain, shine\nRain or shine\nYou'll always be one in a million\nMy fantasy come true\nRain or shine It's you and me\nGive me all your love\nRain or shine, rain or shine\nFantasy come true\nRain or shine, rain or shine\nGive me all, give me all, give me all your love\nRain or shine, rain or shine\nMy baby, fantasy come true\nRain or shine, rain or shine",0
4639,Cabaret_Voltaire___Here_She_Comes_Now,sad,"""Here She Comes Now  Now, she ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now\n[x2]\n\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nShe said so\n\nNow, she ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now\n[x2]\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nShe said so\n\nNow, she ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now\n[x2]\n\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nShe said so\n\nNow, she ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now now\nShe ever comes now\n[x2]\n\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nOh, she looks so good\nOh, she's made out of wood\nShe say\nYou might also likeShe ever comes now now, now\nOh, she says she's come now now\nEver, ever, ever comes now now\nEver comes and she comes now\n\nNow, now, now\nNow, n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n nah, nah, nah\nEver comes now now\nNow, uh huh",1
7015,Devo___Beautiful_World,sad,"""Beautiful World  It's a beautiful world we live in\nA sweet romantic place\nBeautiful people everywhere\nThe way they show they care\nMakes me want to say\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nIt's a wonderful time to be here\nIt's nice to be alive\nWonderful people everywhere\nThe way they comb their hair\nMakes me want to say\nIt's a wonderful place\nIt's a wonderful place\nIt's a wonderful place\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\n\nHey!\nTell me what I say\n\nBoy and girl with the new clothes on\nYou can shake it to me all night long\nHey hey\n\nIt's a beautiful world we live in\nA sweet romantic place\nBeautiful people everywhere\nThe way they show they care\nMakes me want to say\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nFor you\nFor you\nFor you\nYou might also likeIt's not for me It's a beautiful world\nFor you It's a beautiful world\nFor you It's a beautiful world\nFor you It's a beautiful world\nNot me it's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful, beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful, beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful, beautiful world\nIt's a beautiful, beautiful world1",1
6313,Dan_Bern___Monica,sad,"""Monica  I remember Monica at the US Open\nShe mighta been 16\nCouldn't've been much more\nAnswering some questions\nAnd giggling, I'd never seen\nSomeone so alive on TV before\n\nDo you remember Monica\nShrieking on her backhand\nDisguising herself as she went out at night\nColoring her hair\nLike someone was telling her\nLay low, invisible and out of sight\nAnd then, Monica\nThe blade came, Monica\nLike God spitting on you, a knife in your back\nWe read it in the paper\nThen moved on to other things\nBut for you all the colors fade to black\n\nAnd oh, Monica\nThere you are, Monica\nOn the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King\nJust like John Lennon\nBy that hotel\nYou have to pay for our sins\n\nWas it like being raped?\nWas it like being dead?\nLike a bad movie over and over again?\nAnd then, did everyone\nWho came close to you\nSuddenly hold a knife in their hand?\n\nAnd now you're back, Monica\nGrim and hammering\nTrying not to think about that thing, then\nAnd I hope that you win\nEvery medal you can win\nBut it may never be much fun again\nYou might also likeAnd oh, Monica\nThere you are, Monica\nOn the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther King\nJust like John Lennon\nBy that hotel\nYou have to pay for our sins\n\nJust like Jesus, by that hotel\nYou will have to pay for our sins",1
4333,Britney_Spears___Circus,happy,"'', 'default'",0
3479,Blind_Willie_McTell___Come_On_Around_To_My_House_Mama,happy,"""Come on Around to my House Mama  Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me\nCall me a hotshot rider\nAnd a cheater, colored from Tennessee\nTake it easy, don't get rough, just wanna tell you that I know my stuff\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me\nIn the evening, ain't nobody home but me\nIn the morning, ain't nobody there but me\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me\nThat's why you hear me screaming and crying\nGoing back to Tennessee\nCan't read and write, can't spell my name, I can really drive your man's heart insane\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me\nI mean, ain't nobody there but me\nI love my corn and I love my booze, I really give your man the blues\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me\nI mean, ain't nobody there but me\nPull down your window, lock up your blind\nI'll tell you something that'll change your mind\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me\nLate at night, ain't nobody there but me\nWent to the door, the door was locked\nThink my baby done changed the lock\nCome on around to my house baby, ain't nobody there but me\nThat's why you hear me moaning, going back to Tennessee\nWake up in the morning 'bout half past three\nThink my baby done pooped on me\nCome on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me\nIn the evening, ain't nobody home but me\nIn the morning, ain't nobody there but me\nI'm by myself, ain't nobody home but me\nAin't nobody home but me\nYou hear me talking, ain't nobody there but me\nAbout now, ain't nobody there but me",0
7851,Ego_Likeness___Weave,sad,"""Weave  I create the things that haunt me\nThe ghosts you see here came with me\nI create my consequences\nI have weaved my history\n\nCHORUS:\nSomething in your bones calls you here\nSomething in your fabric ties you here\nSo take a breath and mend the wound\nOr pull the thread and disappear\nI designed this institution\nThe lunatics are honored guests\nAnd it was invitation-only\nThe murderers are here at my request\n\nCHORUS\n\nI don't wish distress upon you\nOr to be a dreadful host\nBut you'll likely get what you want the least\nJust when you need it most\nDon't fall apart\nThis is a gift I promise you\nA silken thread to mend your injury\nBut if it scars or not is up to you\n\nCHORUS",1
4932,Cash_Cash___Electric_Hearts,happy,"""Electric Hearts  [Verse 1]\nIs it over yet? When she spent the week in bed\n'Cause all your wrongs are wrong and you can't make em' right\nWas it all a dream?\n'Cause you're finally breaking free\nWe're gonna to feel the rush coming over us tonight\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause we're going, going, gone\n\n[Chorus]\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts collide\n[Verse 2]\nWe're gonna to crash around, 'til we wake this whole damn town\nWe're gonna flip the switch, and plug it in\nAnd when you loss control\nWhen your beating heart explodes\nYou're going to scream along to every song we sing to you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCause we're going, going, gone\n\n[Chorus]\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts collide\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts, electric hearts\n\n[Bridge]\nWe're gonna take your breath away\nYou're gonna scream the pain away\nAnd try your luck again, be strong, don't bend\nJust give it all we can, and do it again\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts\nThrow your hands to the sky like you're flying\nThrow your hands in the air, 'cause we'll shake it up tonight\nHot, hot like a fire\nWhen electric hearts, electric hearts\nWhen electric hearts collide",0
2275,Aztec_Camera___Pillar_To_Post,happy,"'Pillar to Post  Once I was happy in happy extremes\nThese bitter tokens are worthless to me\n\nSo you appear and say how I\'ve grown\nFill me up with faces I\'ve known\nIn this light they\'re far from divine\nI\'ll save them up and spend them when I have time\n\nThe salted taste of all your tears and woes\nSent me in haste my melancholy rose\nThose tasteless lips were closed\nYou watched me come, you\'ll see me go\nOnce I was happy in happy extremes\nPacking my bags for the path of the free\nFrom pillar to post I am driven it seems\nThese bitter tokens are worthless to me\n\nJust like June the curtains are closed\nThe ghost of shame he sits here and sighs\nI\'ll love the flames like I\'ve loved the cold\nI\'ll learn to love the life of the ""could I, could I, could I""\n\nSo I don\'t cross my fingers any more\nYou looked for rags and found them at your door\nHow could you ask for more\nThan everything you\'ve heard before?\n\nOnce I was happy in happy extremes\nPacking my bags for the path of the free\nFrom pillar to post I am driven it seems\nThese bitter tokens are worthless to me\n\nOnce I was happy in happy extremes\nPacking my bags for the path of the free\nFrom pillar to post I am driven it seems\nThese bitter tokens are worthless to me\n\nOnce I was happy in happy extremes\nPacking my bags for the path of the free\nFrom pillar to post I am driven it seems\nThese bitter tokens are worthless to meYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4714,Calvin_Harris___Flashback,happy,"""Flashback  [Verse 1: Calvin Harris]\nI'm coming 'round and now my vision is so clear\nIf I could change my state of mind, then I would disappear\nThe love I get from you is something I can't chance\nAnd I could let you slip away without a second glance\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Calvin Harris]\nWhy can't I realise I'm fighting for my life?\nWoaaah, woaaah\nWhy can't I realise I'm fighting for my life?\nWoaaah, woaaah\n[Chorus: Ayah]\nThis is like a flashback, this is like a dream\nThis is like all the things you can fit inside a memory\nThis is like a flashback, this is like a dream\nThis is like all the things you can fit inside a memory\nThis is like a flashback, flashback\nThis is like a flashback, flashback\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Calvin Harris]\nWhy can't I realise I'm fighting for my life?\nWoaaah, woaaah\nWhy can't I realise I'm fighting for my life?\nWoaaah, woaaah\n\n[Chorus: Ayah]\nThis is like a flashback, this is like a dream\nThis is like all the things you can fit inside a memory\nThis is like a flashback, this is like a dream\nThis is like all the things you can fit inside a memorySee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263You might also like6",0
1581,Antimatter___Going_Nowhere,sad,"""Going Nowhere  Somebody somewhere your life's going nowhere\nSomebody somewhere your heart's growing colder\nSomebody somewhere your game's nearly over\nSomebody somewhere your life...",1
5586,Cloud_Cult___Dance_for_the_Dead,sad,"'Dance for the Dead  This is the dance\nThat brings the dead to the living\nJust say ""I miss you\nEvery day you know""\n\nThis is the dance\nThat brings the dead to the living\nThey say ""I\'m with you\nEvery day you know""\n\nThis is the dance\nThat brings the dead to the living\nJust say ""I miss you\nEvery day you know""\nThis is the dance\nThat brings the dead to the living\nThey say ""I\'m with you\nEvery day you know""\n\nCan you hear them come? x8\n\nThis is the dance\nThat brings the dead to the living\nJust say ""I miss you\nEvery day you know""You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8251,Eminem___Rock_Bottom,sad,"""TranslationsTürkçePortuguêsItalianoEnglishEnglishRock Bottom  [Produced by Bass Brothers]\n\n[Intro]\nAyo, this song is dedicated\nTo all the happy people\nAll the happy people who have real nice lives\nAnd have no idea what it's like to be broke as fuck\n[Verse 1]\nI feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net\nPoppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck\nI deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check\nI'm 'bout to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt\nMinimum wage got my adrenaline caged\nFull of venom and rage, 'specially when I'm engaged\nAnd my daughter's down to her last diaper, it's got my ass hyper\nI pray that God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer\nWatchin' ballers while they flossin' in they Pathfinders\nThese overnight stars becomin' autograph-signers\nWe all long to blow up and leave the past behind us\nAlong with the small fries and average half-pinters\nBut player-haters turnin' bitch like they have vaginas\n'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us\nMoney'll brainwash you and leave yo' ass mindless\nThem snakes slither in the grass, spineless\n[Chorus]\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\n[Verse 2]\nMy life is full of empty promises and broken dreams\nI'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings\nI feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished\nLivin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished\nAnd I'm sick of workin' dead-end jobs with lame pay\nAnd I'm tired of bein' hired and fired the same day\nBut fuck it, if you know the rules to the game, play\n'Cause when we die, we know we all goin' the same way\n'Cause it's cool to be the player, but it sucks to be the fan\nWhen all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan\nOr comfortable and roomy in a 6\nBut they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics\nWho walk around depressed, and smoke a pound of cess a day\nAnd yesterday went by so quick, it seems like it was just today\nMy daughter wants to throw the ball, but I'm too stressed to play\nLive half my life and throw the rest away\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere's people that love me and people that hate me Yup\nBut it's the evil that made me\nThis backstabbin', deceitful and shady Mhm\nI want the money, the women, the fortune and fame\nThat means I end up burnin' in Hell, scorchin' in flame\nThat means I'm stealin' your checkbook and forgin' your name\nThis lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain\n'Cause right now, I feel like I've just hit the rock bottom\nI've got problems, now everybody on my block's got 'em Duh\nI'm screamin' like them two cops when 2Pac shot 'em\nHoldin' two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on 'em\nMy daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em\nAnd them rings you wearin' look like they got a few rocks on 'em\nAnd while you flaunt 'em\nI could be takin' 'em to shops to pawn 'em\nI got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch, you want 'em?\n'Cause I ain't never went gold off one song\nI'm runnin' up on someone's lawn with guns drawn\n[Chorus]\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\nThat's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill\nThat's rock bottom, when you want somethin' bad enough to steal\nThat's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here\n'Cause you mad enough to scream, but you sad enough to tear\nThat's rock bottom132",1
9154,Fischerspooner___Tone_Poem,happy,"'Tone Poem  !In the sanctuary\nOf private rhetoricy\nWhen a bustling crowd intrudes\nWhere rival ship meets no incentive\nTo impale its reckless course\n1?2?3?4\nWhere all is lulled\nTo peace and quiet\nIs of all places\nThe most appropriate\nTo illuminate\nThe sparkling fires of love\nAnd receive in turn the electro-darts\nOf sweet devotion\nDoo doo dee dah dee doo doo\nSparkling fires\nElectro-dartsYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5102,Chad_Vangaalen___City_Of_Electric_Light,sad,"'City of Electric Light  And I thought you were the moon in the sky\nBut it turned out you were just a street light\nYou were burning like a hole in the night\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\n\nAnd I thought you were the moon in the skies\nBut it turned out you were just a pair of eyes\nYou were lurking like a creature in the night\nYou were looking like a city of electric light\nYou were looking like a city of electric light\nYou were looking like a city of electric light\nYou were looking like a city of electric light\nHanging by a field\nHanging in your sleep\nHanging in a dream\n\nOh oh oh oh\n\nHe connect the stars\nEvery single one\nHanging like the sun\n\nOh oh oh oh\n\nAnd I thought you were the moon in the sky\nBut it turned out you were just a street light\nYou were burning like a hole in the night\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric light\nYou were burning like a city of electric lightYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8348,Enigma___I_Love_YouILl_Kill_You,sad,"""I Love You... I’ll Kill You  I see love, I can see passion\nI feel danger, I feel obsession\nDon't play games with the ones who love you\nCause I hear a voice who says:\nI love you ... I'll kill you ...\n\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLook into the mirror of your soul\nLove and hate are one in all\nSacrifice turns to revenge and believe me\nYou'll see the face who'll say:\n\nI love you ... I'll kill you ...\nBut I'll love you forever\n\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...\nLoneliness, I feel loneliness, in my room ...",1
4887,Carpenters___Yesterday_Once_More,happy,"'Yesterday Once More  [Verse 1]\nWhen I was young, I\'d listen to the radio\nWaitin\' for my favorite songs\nWhen they played, I\'d sing along\nIt made me smile\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nThose were such happy times\nAnd not so long ago\nHow I wondered where they\'d gone\nBut they\'re back again\nJust like a long-lost friend\nAll the songs I loved so well\n[Chorus 1]\nEvery ""sha-la-la-la""\nEvery ""whoa, whoa-oh"" still shines\nEvery ""shing-a-ling-a-ling""\nThat they\'re starting to sing so fine\nWhen they get to the part\nWhere he\'s breaking her heart\nIt can really make me cry\nJust like before, it\'s yesterday once more\nShoobie-doo, lang, lang\nShoobie-doo, lang, lang\n\n[Verse 2]\nLookin\' back on how it was in years gone by\nAnd the good times that I had\nMakes today seem rather sad\nSo much has changed\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nIt was songs of love\nThat I would sing to them\nAnd I\'d memorize each word\nThose old melodies\nStill sound so good to me\nAs they melt the years away\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nEvery ""sha-la-la-la""\nEvery ""whoa, whoa-oh"" still shines\nOnly oldies, but goodies\nEvery ""shing-a-ling-a-ling""\nThat they\'re starting to sing so fine\nAll my best memories\nCome back clearly to me\nSome can even make me cry\nJust like before, it\'s yesterday once more\nShoobie-doo, lang, lang\n\n[Outro]\nEvery ""sha-la-la-la""\nEvery ""whoa, whoa-oh"" still shines\nEvery ""shing-a-ling-a-ling""\nThat they\'re starting to sing so fine\nEvery ""sha-la-la-la""\nEvery ""whoa, whoa-oh"" still shines\nEvery ""shing-a-ling-a-ling""\nThat they\'re starting to sing so fine...4Embed', 'default'",0
3039,Bikini_Kill___I_Like_Fucking,happy,"'I Like Fucking  [Intro]\nHey, do you believe there\'s anything beyond troll-guy reality?\nI do, I do, I do\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt gets so hard\nJust to be okay\nSometimes being happy, baby\nIs what I\'m most afraid of\n\n[Verse 2]\nBaby, you know\nIt gets so hard for me to fight\nI don\'t know why, I guess I never did\nWhy don\'t you show me now how to lose control?\n[Chorus]\nShe\'s so very, ""I don\'t care""\nShe\'s so very, ""I don\'t care""\n\n[Verse 3]\nJust \'cause my world, sweet sister\nIs so fucking goddamn full of rape\nDoes that mean my body\nMust always be a source of pain?\n\n[Chorus]\nAh-no-no-no, no, no-no-no\nShe\'s so very, ""I don\'t care""\nShe\'s so very, ""I don\'t care""\n\n[Verse 4]\nJust \'cause I named it right here, sweet chickadee\nDon\'t mean for a minute that you should think\nI\'m the opposite of anything\nBut if you want to know for sure, I\'ll tell you\n\n[Verse 5]\nWe\'re not going to prove nothing, nothing\nSittin\' around, watching each other starve\nWhat we need is action, strategy\nI want, I want, I want, I want, I want it now!\nSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29You might also like[Outro]\nNo-no-no\nI believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure, babe\nI do, I do, I doEmbed', 'default'",0
2725,Belle__Sebastian___Like_Dylan_In_The_Movies,happy,"""Like Dylan in the Movies  [Verse 1]\nLisa's kissing men like a long walk home\nWhen the music stops\nTake a tip from me, don't go through the park\nWhen you're on your own, it's a long walk home\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, if they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nIt's not your money that they're after, boy it's you\n[Verse 2]\nPure easy listening, settle down\nOn the pillow soft when they've all gone home\nYou can concentrate on the ones you love\nYou can concentrate, hey now they've gone\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nIt's not your money that they're after, boy it's you\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain\nYou're worth the worry, I would do the same\nIf we all went back to another time, I will love you over\nI will love you over, I will love you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nIf they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nTenderly you turn the light out in your room\n\n[Outro]\nIf they follow you, don't look back\nDylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow youSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also like3",0
8184,Emerson_Hart___If_Youre_Gonna_Leave,sad,"""If You’re Gonna Leave  Maybe I'm the joker\nMaybe I'm the fool in your eyes\nMaybe I'm the weak one\nMaybe I'm a lie in disguise\nMaybe I'm angry\n'Cause I'm the one who's always wrong\nBut maybe I'm not the one who's so strong\n\nDid you think about it?\nDid you pull it in and pour it out?\nCould you live without me?\nDid you ever really have a doubt?\nBut do you understand it, baby?\nWhen you say, “It's over”, it's done\nMaybe I'm not the one\nSo if you're gonna leave\nYeah, you better get goin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\nOn what you did and what you didn't do\nIf you’re gonna leave\nYeah, you better start runnin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\nOn what might've been\n\nWe can stand on reason\nWe can fight about all the things\nThis isn't forever\nThis is more than a wedding ring\nBut do you understand it, baby?\nWhen you say, “It's over”, it's done\nMaybe I'm not the one\n\nSo if you're gonna leave\nYeah, you better get goin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\nOn what I did and what I didn't do\nIf you're gonna leave\nYeah, you better start runnin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\n\nO-oh, did it happen again?\nWith the things that you wanted\nFor being a friend\nHow did it happen again?\nJust look onward, baby\n‘Cause someday you might need a friend\nFriend\nYou might also likeSo if you're gonna leave\nYeah, you better get goin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\nOn what we did and what we didn't do\nIf you’re gonna leave\nYeah, you better start runnin'\n‘Cause I ain't wastin' no more time\n\nNo, I ain't wastin' no more time\nOn what might've been",1
1000,Amanda_Marshall___Marry_Me,happy,"""Marry Me  I wanna laugh\nUntil I cry\nWake up with you each day 'til the day I die\nLet's go to New Orleans\nAnd watch the parade\nTake funny pictures, eat jumbalaya, and drink lemonade\nAnd when the day is finally over\nAnd we stumble home\nBefore we sleep\n\nBaby marry me\nI wanna drive\nUntil we get lost\nLie in a field staring up at the sky\nWhile you point out the southern cross\nSomehow I know\nWithout asking why\nThat you love me more in a minute\nThan anyone could in a lifetime\nDancing in the parking lot\nWhile the band plays inside\nSweep me off my feet\n\nBaby, marry me\n\nWe don't need no preacher man\nReadin' from a good book\nAnd I don't want no fancy dress\nAin't no ceremony\nFor the vows that I took\nFrom the moment I met you\nI have been blessed\nSo let's make a toast\nAnd drink up the wine\nHere's to you lying here next to me\nUntil the end of time\nWherever you are\nI wanna be\nAnd anything that means anything to ya\nMeans everything to me\nSneakin' out the back door\nWhile they're throwing the rice\nAnd they'll talk for weeks\nBut we're all we need\nSo baby, if your free\nYou might also likeMarry me\nBaby, marry me\nMarry me",0
9431,Frank_Sinatra___Whispering,happy,"""Whispering  Whispering while you cuddle near me\nWhispering so no one can hear me\nEach little whisper seems to cheer me\nI know it's true, there's no one, dear, but you\nWhispering why you'll never leave me\nWhispering why you'll never grieve me\nWhisper and say that you'll believe me\nWhispering that I love you",0
2085,Atomic_Kitten___Love_Doesnt_Have_To_Hurt,happy,"""Love Doesn’t Have to Hurt  [Intro: Jenny]\nThank you, baby\n\n[Verse 1: Jenny]\nI learned a lesson in my life\nBut I learned it the hard way\nI don't know why I used to fall in love\nWith the wrong kind\nThen I'd suffer so much pain\nBut I only had myself to blame\nBaby, you came in the nick of time\n[Chorus: All, Natasha & Liz, Natasha, Liz & Jenny]\nTo show me love doesn't have to hurt to feel good\nIt's such a revelation\nWith you I can be myself\nAnd always should\nDon't have to cry\nDon't have to fight\nDon't have to die\nNight after night\nYou show me love Love, love Love\nDoesn't have to hurt to feel good\n\n[Break: Natasha, Jenny]\nHey, thank you baby\nThank you baby\n\n[Verse 2: Liz]\nDarling, now it seems to me\nLike I've always known you\nBut I still shudder when I think back\nOn the lonely times\n\n[Verse 3: Natasha, Jenny]\nI used to keep all my feelings inside Deep inside your eyes\nFrom your eyes, I have nothing to hide\nBaby, you came in the nick of time\nYou might also like[Chorus: All, Natasha & Liz, Natasha, Liz & Jenny]\nTo show me love doesn't have to hurt to feel good Yeah, yeah\nIt's such a revelation\nWith you I can be myself\nAnd always should\nDon't have to cry\nDon't have to fight\nDon't have to die\nNight after night\nYou show me love Love, love Love\nDoesn't have to hurt to feel good\n\n[Break: Natasha, Liz, Jenny]\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nThank you baby\nThank you baby\n\n[Bridge: Natasha]\nLying here beside you feels so fine\nTalking 'bout everything in this heart of mine\n\n[Chorus: All, Natasha & Liz, Natasha, Liz & Jenny]\nLove doesn't have to hurt to feel good Yeah, yeah\nIt's such a revelation Such a revelation\nWith you I can be myself Yeah\nAnd always should\nDon't have to cry\nDon't have to fight\nAnd in your arms\nNight after night\nYou show me love Love, love Love\nDoesn't have to hurt to feel good\n[Outro: Natasha, Jenny]\nYeah, yeah, thank you baby\nThank you baby",0
5326,Chris_De_Burgh___The_same_Sun,happy,"""The Same Sun  I cannot sleep tonight, I have you on my mind\nEven the wind is calling your name\nThough you are far away, I feel that you are near\nWhispering words from over the sea\nAnd if you wake in your night remember that I will be here;\n\nAnd like the same sun that's rising on the valley with the dawn\nI will walk with your shadow and keep you warm\nAnd like the same moon that's shining through my window here tonight\nI will watch in your darkness and bring you safely to the morning light\nWhere there is love like this, forever for all time\nI will be there wherever you are\nWhere there are hearts that live together in one soul\nNothing on earth will keep us apart\nAnd if you're crying inside, remember that I will be here\n\nAnd like the same sun that's rising on the valley with the dawn\nI will walk with your shadow and keep you warm\nAnd like the same moon that's shining through my window here tonight\nI will watch in your darkness and bring you safely to the morning light\nI love you , I love you. I love you\n\nAnd if you're crying inside remember that I will be here\nAnd like the same sun that's rising on the valley with the dawn\nI will walk with your shadow and keep you warm\nAnd like the same moon that's shining through my window here tonight\nI will watch in your darkness and bring you safely to the morning light\n\nSame sun , the same moon, the same sun, the same moon\n\nYou will be forever in my world\nI love you, I love you, I love you\nYou will be forever in my heart",0
7198,Dinah_Shore___Buttons_And_Bows,happy,"""Buttons and Bows  East is east and west is west\nAnd the wrong one I have chose\nLet's go where I'll keep on wearin'\nThose frills and flowers and buttons and bows\nRings and things and buttons and bows\n\nDon't bury me in this prairie\nTake me where the cement grows\nLet's move down to some big town\nWhere they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes\nAnd I'll stand out in buttons and bows\nI'll love you in buckskin\nOr skirts that I've homespun\nBut I'll love you longer, stronger where\nYour friends don't tote a gun\n\nMy bones denounce the buckboard bounce\nAnd the cactus hurts my toes\nLet's vamoose where gals keep usin'\nThose silks and satins and linen that shows\nAnd I'm all yours in buttons and bows\n\nSilks and satins and linen that shows\nAnd I'm all yours in buttons and bows\n\nGimme eastern trimmin' where women are women\nIn high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes\nAnd French perfume that rocks the room\nAnd I'm all yours in buttons and bows\n\nButtons and bows\nButtons and bows\nFrills and flowers and buttons and bows\nRings and things and buttons and bows",0
8398,Entwine___Everything_For_You,sad,"""Everything For You  I hide my thoughts\nBehind these truthfull lies\nSo, I swell\nNo sense of time\nI'm lost inside my head\nSo, I throw my life away\nI'd give everything for you\n\nI'm lost inside\nWithout you I'm not free\nAnd for your love\nI'm struggling in between\nI hide my loss\nBehind these truthfull lies\nIt's my spell\nWith you my life's\nSo sacred and secure\nI long to live for you\n\nI'm lost inside\nWithout you I'm not free\nAnd for your love\nI'm struggling in between\n\nI'm lost inside\nWithout you I'm not free\nAnd for your love\nI'm struggling in between\n\nHow many lives do I have to live\nWithout your touch on my skin\nHow many tears I have to cry\nWithout you here by my sideYou might also like1",1
7991,Elkland___Put_Your_Hand_Over_Mine,happy,"""Put Your Hand Over Mine  Put your hand over mine\nIf you can see inside\nYou wouldn't leave me anymore\nIf you looked within\nUnder the skin...\n\nchorus x2\nAnd at the core, it feels the most\nAnd at the core, it feels the most\nIt's so beautiful looking at you\nMy circa girl\nYou need to be here\nI need you\nCan't you see it?\nWhen you approach my heart\nBeats faster and faster\n\nchorus x2\n\nbridge\n\nchorus x2\nAnd at the core...\nAnd at the core...\nIt feels the most...\nIt feels the most...\nMy circa girl...\nMy circa girl...\nMy circa girl...",0
5951,Craig_Morgan___Little_Bit_of_Life,happy,"""Little Bit of Life  [Verse 1]\nA little bit of guitar\nA little bit of truck\nA little bit of hound dog\nAnd a little bit of luck\nA little bit of Bacon\nA little bit of beans\nA little bit of you lovin' up on me\nAnd a little bit of how it supposed to be\nA little bit of life\n[Verse 2]\nA little bit of backseat\nA little bit of moon\nA little bit of radio, a goin' boom boom boom\nA little bit of sugar\nA little bit of spice\nA little bit of nasty, A little bit of nice\nA little bit of how it supposed to be\nA little bit of life\n\n[Chorus]\nI breath in\nI breath out\nYes sleepin all night with the windows down\nUp in the mornin' stirin around\nDrink a pot of coffee and I head off to town\nWork Work, Work\nAll day long, crank it up, back it up, bring it on home\nSupper on the table and I eat me a bite\nThen we snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light\n\nA little bit of me and you doin alright\nA little bit of life\n\n[Verse 3]\nA little bit of tractor\nA little bit of farm\nA little bit of cornfield\nA little bit of barn\nA little bit of come on\nA little bit of play\nA little bit of yee haw in the hay\nA Dixie cup\nA homemade wine\nA little bit of life\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI breath in\nI breath out\nYes sleepin all night with the windows down\nUp in the mornin' stirin around\nDrink a pot of coffee and I head off to town\nWork Work, Work\nAll day long, crank it up, back it up, bring it on home\nSupper on the table and I eat me a bite\nThen we snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light\n\n[Verse 4]\nA little bit of back porch\nA little bit of swing\nA little bit of wind chimes goin ding a ling\nA little bit of TV\nA little bit of couch\nPopcorn smellin up the house\nAlomode on a little slice of homemade pie\nA little bit of Life\n\n[Chorus]\nI breath in\nI breath out\nYes sleepin all night with the windows down\nUp in the mornin' stirin around\nDrink a pot of coffee and I head off to town\nWork Work, Work\nAll day long, crank it up, back it up, bring it on home\nSupper on the table and I eat me a bite\nThen we snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light\n[Outro]\nA little bit of me and you doin alright\nA little bit of me and you doin alright\nA little bit of life\nA little bit of life",0
8312,Empire_Of_The_Sun___We_Are_The_People_Burns_Remix,sad,"""We Are the People Burns Remix  We can remember\nSwimming in December\nHeading for the city lights\nIn nineteen seventy five\n\nWe share in each other\nNearer than farther\nThe scent of a lemon\nDrips from your eyes\n\nWe are the people that rule the world\nA force running in every boy and girl\nAll rejoicing in the world\nTake me now, we can try\nWe lived an adventure\nLove in the summer\nFollowed the sun till night\nReminiscing other times of life\n\nFor each every other\nThe feeling was stronger\nThe shock hit eleven\nGot lost in your eyes\n\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\n\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\n\nCan you remember and humanize?\nIt was still where we'd energized\nLie in the sand and visualize\nLike it's seventy five again\n\nWe are the people that rule the world\nA force running in every boy and girl\nAll rejoicing in the world\nTake me now, we can try\nYou might also likeI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\n\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\n\nI know everything about you\nYou know everything about me\nKnow everything about us\n\nI know everything about you\nYou know everything about me\nKnow everything about us\n\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\n\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?\nI can't do well when I think\nYou're gonna leave, but I know I try\nAre you gonna leave me now?\nCan't you be believing now?",1
656,Alec_Empire___Addicted_To_You,sad,"""Addicted to You  Doesn't matter what I believe\nDoesn't matter what I believe\nYou mess me up and I don't want you here\nGot it right back and I want you here\nWhen you walk, when you talk\nYou're so full of lies\nExcuse me\nWhen I'm gonna die\nI don't care what you'll find\nDoesn't feel like too\nI'm addicted to you\nI'm addicted to you\nI'm addicted to you\n'Cause you get me through\n'Cause you get me through\n\nThe first injection wasn't free\nDoesn't matter what I believe\nDoesn't matter what I believe\nThere ain't no fiction\nIt ain't no fiction what I believe\nIt ain't no fiction what I believe\nStaring at New York City\nNext to those the ones I hate\nCompensate\nAlienation\nA friend of mine- the new fake of today\n\nI want you here\nYou mess me up and I want you to hear\nDoesn't matter what I believe\nDoesn't matter what I believe\n\nI'm addicted to you\nI'm addicted to you\nI'm addicted to you",1
8151,Elvis_Costello___No_Action,happy,"""No Action  [Verse 1]\nI don't wanna kiss you, I don't wanna touch\nI don't wanna see you 'cause I don't miss you that much\nI'm not a telephone junkie\nI told you that we were just good friends\nBut when I hold you like I hold that Bakelite in my hands\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nEvery time I phone you, I just wanna put you down\n[Verse 2]\nHe's got the keys to the car\nThey are the keys to the kingdom\nHe's got everything you need\nIt's a shame that he didn't bring them\nI'm not a telephone junkie\nIf I'm inserting my coin, I'm doing just fine\nThen the things in my head start hurting my mind\nAnd I think about the way things used to be\nKnowing you're with him is driving me crazy\nSometimes, I phone you when I know you're not lonely\nBut I always disconnect it in time\n\n[Chorus]\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nEvery time I phone you, I just wanna put you\nEvery time I phone you, I just wanna put you\nEvery time I phone you, I just wanna put you down\n\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nThere's no action no, no, no, there's no action\nEvery time I phone you, I just wanna put you downSee Elvis Costello LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like2",0
3709,Blur___Chemical_World,happy,"""Chemical World  [Verse 1]\nThe pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps\nSo she takes the bus into the country\nAlthough she got herself rosy cheeks\nShe didn't leave enough money to pay the rent\nThe landlord says that she's out in a week\nWhat a shame, she was just getting comfy\nNow she's eating chocolate to induce sleep\nAnd in a chemical world, it's very, very, very cheap\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know about you\nBut they're putting the holes in, yes, yes\nIt's been a hell of a do\nThey've been putting the holes in, yes, yes\n[Verse 2]\nPeeping Thomas has a very nice view\nAcross the street at the exhibitionist\nThese townies, they never speak to you\nJust stick together so they never get lonely\nFeeling lead, feeling quite light-headed\nHad to sit down and have some sugary tea\nIn a chemical world, in a chemical world\nIt's very, very, very cheap\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I don't know about you\nBut they're putting the holes in, yes, yes\nIt's been a hell of a do\nThey've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes\n\n[Instrumental break]\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know about you\nBut they're putting the holes in, yes, yes\nIt's been a hell of a do\nThey've been putting the holes in, yes, yes\nAnd now she's right out of view\nThey've been putting the holes in, yes, yes\nWell, I don't know about you\nThey've been putting the holes in, yes, yes\nYou might also like[Outro]\nUntil you can see right through\nUntil you can see right through\nUntil you can see right through3",0
8748,Eyehategod___Southern_Discomfort,sad,"'Southern Discomfort  Young jaded life slapped you down\nHeroes have cursed\nWe own God\nOne time the cursed one cry\nWatch out\nChain, broken promise\n\nJust my grateful\nMy joke went running\nWretched makers you made it\nGiving it in trespass\nCry, watch out, shout out\nSpeak and feeling glad and right\nTrust not a word and kill yourself\nBurn yourself your real goal\n\nHave this joke\nWhere the body was buried\nJust grateful for/giving inside\nAnd God shall drift\nDrifted, watch, watch...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1091,Amorphis___Tuonela,sad,"""Tuonela  [Verse 1]\nSorrow is my bread\nAnd tears I drink as wine\nOblivion my happiness\nGround under teeth of time\nFor cold be the stone\nWhen frost devoured the land\nConsolation is no gift\nOf winter's icy hand\n\n[Chorus]\nUpon a crust of snow\nI'll lay my broken frame\nWhat steel and iron won't take\nI'll give in winter's name\nNo good a sullen soul\nNo use a simple knave\nNo groom for brides of plaited hair\nThis man old and lame\n[Verse 2]\nIf only I could breathe\nTo see the sun of May\nBut still longer are the nights than days\nAs I wither away\nCame the man of crown\nWith sound of war drums beat\nSaid no sword arm's strong enough\nWithout my two good feet\n\n[Chorus]\nUpon a crust of snow\nI'll lay my broken frame\nWhat steel and iron won't take\nI'll give in winter's name\nNo good a sullen soul\nNo use a simple knave\nNo groom for brides of plaited hair\nThis man old and lame\nOld and lame\n\n[Chorus]\nNo good a sullen soul\nNo use a simple knave\nNo groom for brides of plaited hair\nThis man old and lame\nBut not overlooked am I\nIn eyes of the maid I'll wed\nI'll reap the crops of Tuonela\nMy bride's wealth in death",1
719,Alice_In_Chains___Your_Decision,sad,"'Your Decision  [Verse 1]\nTime to change has come and gone\nWatched your fears become your god\nIt\'s your decision\nIt\'s your decision\nOverwhelmed, you chose to run\nApathetic to the stunned\nIt\'s your decision\nIt\'s your decision\n\n[Chorus]\nYou feed the fire that burned us all\nWhen you lie\nTo feel the pain that spurs you on\nBlack inside\nNo one plans to take the path that brings you lower\nAnd here you stand before us all and say ""It\'s over, It\'s over""\n[Verse 2]\nIt might seem an afterthought\nYes, it hurts to know you\'re bought\nIt\'s your decision\nIt\'s your decision\n\n[Chorus]\nYou feed the fire that burned us all\nWhen you lie\nTo feel the pain that spurs you on\nBlack inside\nIt\'s your decision\nIt\'s your decision\n\n[Outro]\nNo one plans to take the path that brings you lower\nAnd here you stand before us all and say ""It\'s over, it\'s over""\n""It\'s over""You might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
6787,Deana_Carter___We_Danced_Anyway,happy,"""We Danced Anyway  [Verse 1]\nThe summer air was heavy and sweet\nYou and I on a crowded street\nThere was music everywhere\nI can see us there\nIn a happy little foreign town\nWhere the stars hung upside down\nA half a world away\nFar, far away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI remember\nYou were laughing\nWe were so in love\nWe were so in love\n[Chorus]\nAnd the band played\nSongs that we had never heard\nBut we danced anyway\nWe never understood the words\nWe just sang ohhh\nLa la la la la la la la\nAnd we danced anyway\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell they say you can't go back\nBut baby I don't believe that\nCome along with me\nCome on and dance with me\nWell maybe if I hold you close\nBaby we could just let go\nOf these things that tie us down\nWe'll come back around\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou remember\nWe were laughing\nWe were so in love\nSo in love\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the band played\nSongs that we had never heard\nBut we danced anyway\nWe never understood the words\nWe just sang ohhh\nLa la la la la la la la\nAnd we danced anyway\nYou might also like[Acoustic guitar breakdown]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou remember\nWe were laughing we were so\nWe were so in love in love\nWe were so in love\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd the band played\nSongs that we had never heard\nBut we danced anyway\nWe never understood the words\nWe just sang ohhh\nLa la la la la la la la\nLa la la ohhh ohhhh\n\n[Outro]\nOhhhhhh\nAnd we dance anyway oh oh, we were laughing\nOhhhhhh oh oh\nAnd we danced anyway oh oh, we were dancing\nOh oh",0
6726,Dead_Kennedys___Chemical_Warfare,anger,"'Chemical Warfare  [Verse 1]\nDown at the arsenal, they keep the nerve gasses\nGuarded day and night by caged white rabbits\nBeen sitting there for years, I\'m gonna have at it\nI cut through the fence, run right in and grab it\n\n[Refrain]\nGo crazy, crazy\nCrazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow I got my own mustard gas in my pocket\nClimb on a tree on a branch and drop it\nOn a country club full of Saturday golfers\nSo I can watch them die chokin\', shakin\' in convulsions\n[Refrain]\nGo crazy, crazy\nCrazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy\n\n[Chorus]\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare\n\n[Verse 3]\nPanic in the air, see the headless chickens runnin\'\nGolf carts head-on crashin\', crackin\' heads wide open\nScratch the grass and mister, you can\'t breathe\nAnd roll and writhe in a sand trap, starting to heave\nClaw those clubs, let me see you seethe\n\n[Refrain]\nCrazy\nCrazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy\n\n[Chorus]\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nYellow air, yellow clouds\nBlowin\' down, down, down the fairway\nSensitive to the touch\nMowin\' down, down the putting green\nHeading straight for the big clubhouse\nWhere the stuffed country club\nEffervescent ladies, so carefree\nRelax, pose by the pool\nLimber limp with a dry martini\nUntil...\n\n[""Clubhouse Scene""]\nOh shit, what is going on in here?\ncoughing\nCome on, move, god damnit, please!\nI\'ve got the answers, [?]\nshouts, screams of agony, babies crying\nLet me out!\n\nOne, two, three, four!\n\n[Chorus]\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare\nChemical warfare, chemical warfare\nChemical warfare, warfare, warfare2Embed', 'default'",3
9114,Fiona_Apple___Limp,anger,"""TranslationsFrançaisLimp  [Verse 1]\nYou wanna make me sick, you wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?\nYou want the badge of honour when you save my hide\nBut you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby\nIf you need my shame to reclaim your pride\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists\nI never did anything to you, man\nBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies\nSo call me crazy, hold me down\nMake me cry, get off now, baby\nIt won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands\n[Verse 2]\nYou feed the beast I have within me\nYou wave the red flag, baby, you make it run, run, run\nStanding on the sidelines, waving and grinning\nYou fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists\nI never did anything to you, man\nBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies\nSo call me crazy, hold me down\nMake me cry, get off now, baby\nIt won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists\nI never did anything to you, man\nBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies\nSo call me crazy, hold me down\nMake me cry, get off now, baby\nIt won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own handsYou might also like4",3
2746,Belle_and_Sebastian___Like_Dylan_In_The_Movies,happy,"""Like Dylan in the Movies  [Verse 1]\nLisa's kissing men like a long walk home\nWhen the music stops\nTake a tip from me, don't go through the park\nWhen you're on your own, it's a long walk home\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, if they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nIt's not your money that they're after, boy it's you\n[Verse 2]\nPure easy listening, settle down\nOn the pillow soft when they've all gone home\nYou can concentrate on the ones you love\nYou can concentrate, hey now they've gone\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd if they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nIt's not your money that they're after, boy it's you\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain\nYou're worth the worry, I would do the same\nIf we all went back to another time, I will love you over\nI will love you over, I will love you\n\n[Chorus 2]\nIf they follow you, don't look back\nLike Dylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow you\nTenderly you turn the light out in your room\n\n[Outro]\nIf they follow you, don't look back\nDylan in the movies\nOn your own, if they follow youSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38You might also like3",0
3009,Big_Bad_Voodoo_Daddy___Sleep_Tight,sad,"""Sleep Tight  Goodnight, baby, don't let the bedbugs bite\nSleep tight, Sydney\n'Cause I'll be home tonight la da da da da, la da da da da\n\nClose your eyes now, and dream of happiness\nNothing can harm you\nNow that I'm home again la da da da da, la da da da da\n\nIf you should wake tonight\nI'll be there by your side\nAngels watch over you\nLike parents want to do la da da da da, la da da da da",1
3408,Blackfield___Miss_You,sad,"""Finnegan’s Wake Chap. 1.7  Shem is as short for Shemus as Jem is joky for Jacob. A few toughnecks are still getatable who pretend that aboriginally he was of respectable stemming he was an outlex between the lines of Ragonar Blaubarb ant Horrild Hairwire and an inlaw to Capt. the Hon. and Rev. Mr Bbyrdwood de Trop Blogg was among his most distant connections but every honest to goodness man in the land of the space of today knows that his back life will not stand being written about in black and white. Putting truth and untruth together a shot may be made at what this hybrid actually was like to look at.\n\nShem’s bodily getup, it seems, included an adze of a skull, an eight of a larkseye, the whoel of a nose, one numb arm up a sleeve, fortytwo hairs off his uncrown, eighteen to his mock lip, a trio of barbels from his megageg chin sowman’s son, the wrong shoulder higher than the right, all ears, an artificial tongue with a natural curl, not a foot to stand on, a handful of thumbs, a blind stomach, a deaf heart, a loose liver, two fifths of two buttocks, one gleetsteen avoirdupoider for him, a manroot of all evil, a salmonkelt’s thinskin, eelsblood in his-cold toes, a bladder tristended, so much so that young Master Shemmy on his very first debouch at the very dawn of protohistory seeing himself such and such, when playing with thistlewords in their garden nursery, Griefotrofio, at Phig Streat III Shuvlin, Old Hoeland, would we go back there now for sounds, pillings and sense? would we now for annas and annas? would we for full-score eight and a liretta? for twelve blocks one bob? for four tes — ters one groat? not for a dinar! not for jo! dictited to of all his little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe: asking, when is a man not a man?: telling them take their time, yungfries, and wait till the tide stops for from the first his day was a fortnight and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a little present from the past, for their copper age was yet unminted, to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers, a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket of life, still another said when the wine’s at witsends, and still another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the littliest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one of the wittiest said, when he yeat ye abblokooken and he zmear hezelf zo zhooken, still one said when you are old I’m grey fall full wi sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and another when he is just only after having being semisized, an-other when yea, he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct solution being — all give it up? —; when he is a — yours till the rending of the rocks, — Sham.\n\nShem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen’s tea-time salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias’ cans, Findlater and Gladstone’s, Corner House, Englend. None of your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava fried-at-belief-stakes or juicejelly legs of the Grex’s molten mutton or greasilygristly grunters’ goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of Old Zealand! he could not attouch it. See what happens when your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite, saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils in Europe than meddle with Irrland’s split little pea. Once when among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril, hic-cupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell, as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on moun-tains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or first-served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either. O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing-ingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella — green funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly indignant at the wretch’s hospitality when they found to their horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that, jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio-chesse, if she is a duck, she’s a douches, and when she has a feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you’re grinning at, fancy you’re in her yet, Fanny Urinia.\n\nAin't that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any dog’s quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the Tulloch–Turn-bull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet unre — muneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere, Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt, num- mer desh to tren, into Patatapapaveri’s, fruiterers and musical florists, with his Ciaho, chavi! Sat shin, shillipen? she knew the vice out of bridewell was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot.\n[Johns is a different butcher’s. Next place you are up town pay him a visit. Or better still, come tobuy. You will enjoy cattlemen’s spring meat. Johns is now quite divorced from baking. Fattens, kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces. Feel his lambs! Ex! Feel how sheap! Exex! His liver too is great value, a spatiality! Exexexl COMMUNICATED.]\n\nAround that time, moravar, one generally, for luvvomony hoped or at any rate suspected among morticians that he would early tum out badly, develop hereditary pulmonary T.B., and do for himself one dandy time, nay, of a pelting night blanketed creditors, hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay sighed and rolled over, sure all was up, but, though he fell heavily and locally into debit, not even then could such an antinomian be true to type. He would not put fire to his cerebrum; he would not throw himself in Liffey; he would not explaud himself with pneumantics; he refused to saffrocake himself with a sod. With the foreign devil’s leave the fraid bom fraud diddled even death. Anzi, cabled but shaking the worth out of his maulth: Guarda-costa leporello? Szasas Kraicz! from his Nearapoblican asylum to his jonathan for a brother: Here tokay, gone tomory, we’re spluched, do something, Fireless. And had answer: Inconvenient, David.\nYou see, chaps, it will trickle out, freaksily of course, but the tom and the shorty of it is: he was in his bardic memory low. All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction each and every crumb of trektalk, covetous of his neighbour’s word, and if ever, during a Munda conversazione commoted in the nation’s interest, delicate tippits were thrown out to him touching his evil courses by some wellwishers, vainly pleading by scriptural arguments with the opprobrious papist about trying to brace up for the kidos of the thing, Scally wag, and be a men instead of a dem scrounger, dish it all, such as: Pray, what is the meaning, sousy, of that continental expression, if you ever came acrux it, we think it is a word transpiciously like canaille?: or: Did you anywhere, kennel, on your gullible’s travels or during your rural troubadouring, happen to stumble upon a certain gay young nobleman whimpering to the name of Low Swine who always addresses women out of the one comer of his mouth, lives on loans and is furtivefree yours of age? with-out one sigh of haste like the supreme prig he was, and not a bit sorry, he would pull a vacant landlubber’s face, root with ear-waker’s pensile in the outer of his lauscher and then, lisping, the prattlepate parnella, to kill time, and swatting his deadbest to think what under the canopies of Jansens Chrest would any decent son of an Albiogenselman who had bin to an university think, let a lent hit a hint and begin to tell all the intelligentsia admitted to that tamileasy samtalaisy conclamazzione since, still and before physicians, lawyers merchant, belfry pollititians, agri-colous manufraudurers, sacrestanes of the Pure River Society, philanthropicks lodging on as many boards round the panesthetic at the same time as possible the whole lifelong swrine story of his entire low cornaille existence, abusing his deceased ancestors wherever the sods were and one moment tarabooming great blunderguns poh! about his farfamed fine Poppamore, Mr Humhum, whom history, climate and entertainment made the first of his sept and always up to debt, though Eavens ears ow many fines he faces, and another moment visanvrerssas, cruaching three jeers pah! for his rotten little ghost of a Peppybeg, Mr Himmyshimmy, a blighty, a reeky, a lighty, a scrapy, a bab-bly, a ninny, dirty seventh among thieves and always bottom sawyer, till nowan knowed how howmely howme could be, giving unsolicited testimony on behalf of the absent, as glib as eaves — water to those present who meanwhile, with increasing lack of interest in his semantics, allowed various subconscious smickers to drivel slowly across their fichers, unconsciously explaining, for inkstands, with a meticulosity bordering on the insane, the various meanings of all the different foreign parts of speech he misused and cuttlefishing every lie unshrinkable about all the other people in the story, leaving out, of course, foreconsciously, the simple worf and plague and poison they had cornered him about until there was not a snoozer among them but was utterly undeceived in the heel of the reel by the recital of the rigmarole.\n\nHe went without saying that the cull disliked anything anyway approaching a plain straightforward standup or knockdown row and, as often as he was called in to umpire any octagonal argu-ment among slangwhangers, the accomplished washout always used to rub shoulders with the last speaker and clasp shakers the handtouch which is speech without words and agree to every word as soon as half uttered, command me!, your servant, good, I revere you, how, my seer? be drinking that! quite truth, grati-as, I’m yoush, see wha’m hearing?, also goods, please it, me sure?, be filling this!, quiso, you said it, apasafello, muchas grassyass, is there firing-on-me?, is their girlic-on-you?, to your good self, your sulphur, and then at once focuss his whole unbalanced attention upon the next octagonist who managed to catch a listener’s eye, asking and imploring him out of his piteous onewinker, hemoptysia diadumenos whether there was anything in the world he could do to please him and to overflow his tumbletantaliser for him yet once more.\n\nOne hailcannon night for his departure was attended by a heavy downpour as very recently as some thousand rains ago he was therefore treated with what closely resembled parsonal viol-ence, being soggert all unsuspectingly through the deserted village of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh’s house at 81 bis Mabbot’s Mall as far as Green Patch beyond the brickfields of Salmon Pool by rival teams of slowspiers counter quicklimers who finally, as rahilly they had been deteened out rawther lae-tich, thought, busnis hits busnis, they had better be streaking for home after their Auborne-to-Auborne, with thanks for the pleasant evening, one and all disgustedly, instead of ruggering him back, and awake, reconciled though they were as jealous as could be cullions about all the truffles they had brought on him to a friendship, fast and furious, which merely arose out of the noxious pervert’s perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people, looking on him with the contemp of the contempibles, after first gaving him a roll in the dirt, might pity and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was born a Quicklow and sank alowing till he stank out of sight.\n\nAll Saints beat Belial! Mickil Goals to Nichil! Notpossible! Already? In Nowhere has yet the Whole World taken part of himself for his\nWife; By Nowhere have Poorparents been sentenced to Worms, Blood and\nThunder for Life Not yet has the Emp from Corpsica forced the Arth out of Engleterre; Not yet have the Sachsen and Judder on the Mound of a Word made\nWarre; Not yet Witchywithcy of Wench struck Fire of his Heath from on\nHoath; Not yet his Arcobaleine forespoken Peacepeace upon Oath; Cleftfoot from Hempal must tumpel, Blamefool Gardener’s bound to\nfall; Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will\nthere’s his Wall; But the Mountstill frowns on the Millstream while their Madsons\nleap his Bier And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesty all her daft Daughters laff\nin her Ear. Till the four Shores of deff Tory Island let the douze dumm Eire-whiggs raille! Hirp! Hirp! for their Missed Understandings! chirps the Ballat of\nPerce–Oreille.\n\nO fortunous casualitas! Lefty takes the cherubcake while Rights cloves his hoof Darkies never done tug that coon out to play non-excretory, anti-sexuous, misoxenetic, gaasy pure, flesh and blood games, written and composed and sung and danced by Niscemus Nemon, same as piccaninnies play all day, those old none of your honeys and rubbers! games for fun and ele-ment we used to play with Dina and old Joe kicking her behind and before and the yellow girl kicking him behind old Joe, games like Thom Thom the Thonderman, Put the Wind up the Peeler, Hat in the Ring, Prisson your Pritchards and Play Withers Team, Mikel on the Luckypig, Nickel in the Slot, Sheila Harnett and her Cow, Adam and Ell, Humble Bumble, Moggie’s on the Wall, Twos and Threes, American Jump, Fox Come out of your Den, Broken Bottles, Writing a Letter to Punch, Tiptop is a Sweetstore, Henressy Crump Expolled, Postman’s Knock, Are We Fairlys Represented?, Solomon Silent reading, Appletree Bearstone, I know a Washer-woman, Hospitals, As I was Walking, There is Oneyone’s House in Dreamcolohour, Battle of Waterloo, Colours, Eggs in the Bush, Habberdasherisher, Telling your Dreams, What’s the Time, Nap, Ducking Mammy, Last Man Standing, Heali Baboon and the Forky Theagues, Fickleyes and Futilears, Handmarried but once in my Life and I’ll never commit such a Sin agin, Zip Cooney Candy, Turkey in the Straw, This is the Way we sow the Seed of a long and lusty Morning, Hops of Fun at Miliken’s Make, I seen the Tooth-brush with Pat Farrel, Here’s the Fat to graze the Priest’s Boots, When his Steam was like a Raimbrandt round Mac Garvey.\n\nNow it is notoriously known how on that surprisingly bludgeony Unity Sunday when the grand germogall allstar bout was harrily the rage between our weltingtoms extraordinary and our petty-thicks the marshalaisy and Irish eyes of welcome were smiling daggers down their backs, when the roth, vice and blause met the noyr blank and rogues and the grim white and cold bet the black fighting tans, categorically unimperatived by the maxims, a rank funk getting the better of him, the scut in a bad fit of pyjamas fled like a leveret for his bare lives, to Talviland, ahone ahaza, pur-sued by the scented curses of all the village belles and, without having struck one blow, pig stole on him was lust he lagging it was becaused dust he shook kuskykorked himself up tight in his inkbattle house, badly the worse for boosegas, there to stay in afar for the life, where, as there was not a moment to be lost, after he had boxed around with his fortepiano till he was whole bach bamp him and bump him blues, he collapsed carefully under a bedtick from Schwitzer’s, his face enveloped into a dead war-rior’s telemac, with a lullobaw’s somnbomnet and a whotwater — wottle at his feet to stoke his energy of waiting, moaning feebly, in monkmarian monotheme, but tarned long and then a nation louder, while engaged in swallowing from a large ampullar, that his pawdry’s purgatory was more than a nigger bloke could bear, hemiparalysed by the tong warfare and all the shemozzle, Daily Maily, fullup Lace! Holy Maly, Mothelup Joss! his cheeks and trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked.\n\nHow is that for low, laities and gentlenuns? Why, dog of the Crostiguns, whole continents rang with this Kairokorran low-ness! Sheols of houris in chems upon divans, revolted stellas vespertine vesamong them at a bare O! mention of the scaly rybald exclaimed: Poisse!\nBut would anyone, short of a madhouse, believe it? Neither of those clean little cherubum, Nero or Nobookisonester himself, ever nursed such a spoiled opinion of his monstrous marvellosity as did this mental and moral defective here perhaps at the vanessance of his lownest who was known to grognt rather than gunnard upon one occasion, while drinking heavily of spirits to that interlocutor a latere and private privysuckatary he used to pal around with, in the kavehazs, one Davy Browne–Nowlan, his heavenlaid twin, this hambone dogpoet pseudoed himself under the hangname he gave himself of Bethgelert in the porchway of a gipsy’s bar Shem always blaspheming, so holy writ, Billy, he would try, old Belly, and pay this one manjack congregant of his four soups every lass of nexmouth, Bolly, so sure as thair’s a tail on a commet, as a taste for storik’s fortytooth, that is to stay, to listen out, ony twenny minnies moe, Bully, his Ballade Imaginaire which was to be dubbed Wine, Woman and Water-clocks, or How a Guy Finks and Fawkes When He Is Going Batty, by Maistre Sheames de la Plume, some most dreadful stuff in a murderous mirrorhand that he was avoopf parn me! aware of no other shaggspick, other Shakhisbeard, either prexactly unlike his polar andthisishis or procisely the seem as woops parn! as what he fancied or guessed the sames as he was him-self and that, greet scoot, duckings and thuggery, though he was foxed fux to fux like a bunnyboy rodger with all the teashop lionses of Lumdrum hivanhoesed up gagainst him, being a lapsis linquo with a ruvidubb shortartempa, bad cad dad fad sad mad nad vanhaty bear, the consciquenchers of casuality prepestered crusswords in postposition, scruff, scruffer, scrufferumurraimost andallthatsortofthing, if reams stood to reason and his lanka-livline lasted he would wipe alley english spooker, multapho — niaksically spuking, off the face of the erse.\n\nAfter the thorough fright he got that bloody, Swithun’s day, though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with generous erstborn gore and every free for all cobbleway slippery with the bloods of heroes, crying to Welkins for others, and noahs and cul verts agush with tears of joy, our low waster never had the common baalamb’s pluck to stir out and about the com-pound while everyone else of the torchlit throng, slashers and sliced alike, mobbu on massa, waaded and baaded around, yamp-yam pampyam, chanting the Gillooly chorus, from the Monster Book of Paltryattic Puetrie, O pura e pia bella! in junk et sampam or in secular sinkalarum, heads up, on his bonafide avocation the little folk creeping on all fours to their natural school treat but childishly gleeful when a stray whizzer sang out intermediately and happy belongers to the fairer sex on their usual quest for higher things, but vying with Lady Smythe to avenge Mac–Jobber, went stonestepping with their bickerrstaffs on educated feet, plinkity plonk, across the sevenspan ponte dei colori set up over the slop after the war-to-end war by Messrs a charitable government for the only once dia dose Finnados! he did take a tompip peepestrella throug a threedraw eighteen hawkspower durdicky telescope, luminous to larbourd only like the lamps in Nassaustrass, out of his westernmost keyhole, spitting at the impenetrablum wetter, and it was porcoghastly that outumn with an eachway hope in his shivering soul, as he prayed to the cloud Incertitude, of finding out for himself, on akkount of all the kules in Kroukaparka or oving to all the kodseoggs in Kalatavala, whether true conciliation was forging ahead or falling back after the celestious intemperance and, for Duvvelsache, why, with his see me see and his my see a corves and his frokerfoskerfuskar layen loves in meeingseeing, he got the charm of his optical life when he found himself hic sunt lennones! at pointblank range blinking down the barrel of an irregular revolver of the bulldog with a purpose pattern, handled by an unknown quarreler who, supposedly, had been told off to shade and shoot shy Shem should the shit show his shiny shnout out awhile to look facts in their face before being hosed and creased uprip and jack him! by six or a dozen of the gayboys.\nWhat, para Saom Plaom, in the names of Deucalion and Pyrrha, and the incensed privy and the licensed pantry gods and Stator and Victor and Kutt and Runn and the whole mesa redonda of Lorencao Otulass in convocacaon, was this dis-interestingly low human type, this Calumnious Column of Cloaxity, this Bengalese Beacon of Biloxity, this Annamite Aper of Atroxity, really at, it will be precise to quarify, for he seems in a badbad case?\n\nThe answer, to do all the diddies in one dedal, would sound: from pulling himself on his most flavoured canal the huge chest-house of his elders the Popapreta, and some navico, navvies! he had flickered up and flinnered down into a drug and drunkery addict, growing megalomane of a loose past. This explains the litany of septuncial lettertrumpets honorific, highpitched, erudite, neoclassical, which he so loved as patricianly to manuscribe after his name. It would have diverted, if ever seen, the shuddersome spectacle of this semidemented zany amid the inspissated grime of his glaucous den making believe to read his usylessly unread-able Blue Book of Eccles, ‚dition de t‚nŠbres, even yet sighs the Most Different, Dr. Poindejenk, authorised bowdler and censor, it can’t be repeated! turning over three sheets at a wind, telling himself delightedly, no espellor mor so, that every splurge on the vellum he blundered over was an aisling vision more gorgeous than the one before t.i.t.s., a roseschelle cottage by the sea for nothing for ever, a ladies tryon hosiery raffle at liberty, a sewer-ful of guineagold wine with brancomongepadenopie and sick — cylinder oysters worth a billion a bite, an entire operahouse there was to be stamping room only in the prompter’s box and everthemore his queque kept swelling of enthusiastic noble-women flinging every coronetcrimsoned stitch they had off at his probscenium, one after the others, inamagoaded into ajustil-loosing themselves, in their gaiety pantheomime, when, egad, sir, acordant to all acountstrick, he squealed the topsquall im Deal Lil Shemlockup Yellin geewhiz, jew ear that far! soap ewer! loutgout of sabaous! juice like a boyd! for fully five minutes, infinitely better than Baraton Mc Gluckin with a scrumptious cocked hat and three green, cheese and tangerine trinity plumes on the right handle side of his amarellous head, a coat macfarlane the kerssest cut, you understand? a sponiard’s digger at his ribs, Alfaiate punxit an azulblu blowsheet for his blousebosom blossom and a dean’s crozier that he won from Cardinal Lin-dundarri and Cardinal Carchingarri and Cardinal Loriotuli and Cardinal Occidentaccia ah ho! in the dearby darby doubled for falling first over the hurdles, madam, in the odder hand, a.a.t.s.o.t., but what with the murky light, the botchy print, the tattered cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers, the foxtrotting fleas, the lieabed lice, the scum on his tongue, the drop in his eye, the lump in his throat, the drink in his pottle, the itch in his palm, the wail of his wind, the grief from his breath, the fog of his mindfag, the buzz in his braintree, the tic of his conscience, the height up his rage, the gush down his fundament, the fire in his gorge, the tickle of his tail, the bane in his bullugs, the squince in his suil, the rot in his eater, the ycho in his earer, the totters of his toes, the tetters on his tumtytum, the rats in his garret, the bats in his belfry, the budgerigars and bumbosolom beaubirds, the hullabaloo and the dust in his ears since it took him a month to steal a march he was hardset to mumorise more than a word a week. Hake’s haulin! Hook’s fisk! Can you beat it? Whawe! I say, can you bait it? Was there ever heard of such lowdown blackguardism? Positively it woolies one to think over it.\n\nYet the bumpersprinkler used to boast aloud alone to himself with a haccent on it when Mynfadher was a boer constructor and Hoy was a lexical student, parole, and corrected with the black- board trying to copy the stage Englesemen he broughts their house down on, shouting: Bravure, surr Chorles! Letter purfect! Culossal, Loose Wallor! Spache! how he had been toed out of all the schicker families of the klondykers from Pioupioureich, Swabspays, the land of Nod, Shruggers’ Country, Pension Danubierhome and Barbaropolis, who had settled and stratified in the capital city after its hebdomodary metropoliarchialisation as sunblistered, moonplastered, gory, wheedling, joviale, litche-rous and full, ordered off the gorgeous premises in most cases on account of his smell which all cookmaids eminently objected to as ressembling the bombinubble puzzo that welled out of the pozzo. Instead of chuthoring those model households plain wholesome pothooks a thing he never possessed of his Nigerian own what do you think Vulgariano did but study with stolen fruit how cutely to copy all their various styles of signature so as one day to utter an epical forged cheque on the public for his own private profit until, as just related, the Dustbin’s United Scullery-maid’s and Househelp’s Sorority, better known as Sluttery’s Mowlted Futt, turned him down and assisted nature by unitedly shoeing the source of annoyance out of the place altogether and taytotally on the heat of the moment, holding one another’s gonk for no-one, hound or scrublady, not even the Turk, ungreekable in purscent of the armenable, dared whiff the polecat at close range and making some pointopointing remarks as they done so at the perfects of the Sniffey, your honour, aboon the lyow why a stunk, mister.\n\n[Jymes wishes to hear from wearers of abandoned female cos-tumes, gratefully received, wadmel jumper, rather full pair of culottes and onthergarmenteries, to start city life together. His jymes is out of job, would sit and write. He has lately commited one of the then commandments but she will now assist. Superior built, domestic, regular layer. Also got the boot. He appreciates it. Copies. ABORTISEMENT.]\nOne cannot even begin to post figure out a statuesquo ante as to how slow in reality the excommunicated Drumcondriac, nate Hamis, really was. Who can say how many pseudostylic shamiana, how few or how many of the most venerated public impostures, how very many piously forged palimpsests slipped in the first place by this morbid process from his pelagiarist pen?\n\nBe that as it may, but for that light phantastic of his gnose’s glow as it slid lucifericiously within an inch of its page he would touch at its from time to other, the red eye of his fear in saddishness, to ensign the colours by the beerlitz in his mathness and his educandees to outhue to themselves in the cries of girl-glee: gember! inkware! chonchambre! cinsero! zinnzabar! tinc — ture and gin! Nibs never would have quilled a seriph to sheepskin. By that rosy lampoon’s effluvious burning and with help of the simulchronic flush in his pann a ghinee a ghirk he ghets there! he scrabbled and scratched and scriobbled and skrevened nameless shamelessness about everybody ever he met, even sharing a precipitation under the idlish tarriers’ umbrella of a showerproof wall, while all over up and down the four margins of this rancid Shem stuff the evilsmeller who was devoted to Uldfadar Sardanapalus used to stipple endlessly inartistic portraits of himself in the act of reciting old Nichiabelli’s monolook interyerear Hanno, o Nonanno, acce’l brubblemm’as, ser Autore, q.e.d., a heartbreakingly handsome young paolo with love   for the goyls in his eyols, a plain-tiff’s tanner vuice, a jucal inkome of one hundred and thirtytwo dranchmas per yard from Broken Hill stranded estate, Came-breech mannings, cutting a great dash in a brandnew two guinea dress suit and a burled hogsford hired for a Fursday evenin merry pawty, anna loavely long pair of inky Italian moostarshes glistering with boric vaseline and frangipani. Puh! How unwhisperably so!\n\nThe house O’Shea or O’Shame, Quivapieno, known as the Haunted Inkbottle, no number Brimstone Walk, Asia in Ireland, as it was infested with the raps, with his penname SHUT sepia-scraped on the doorplate and a blind of black sailcloth over its wan phwinshogue, in which the soulcontracted son of the secret cell groped through life at the expense of the taxpayers, dejected into day and night with jesuit bark and bitter bite, calico- hydrants of zolfor and scoppialamina by full and forty Queasi-sanos, every day in everyone’s way more exceeding in violent abuse of self and others, was the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for pure mousefarm filth. You brag of your brass castle or your tyled house in ballyfermont? Niggs, niggs and niggs again. For this was a stinksome inkenstink, quite puzzonal to the wrottel. Smatterafact, Angles aftanon browsing there thought not Edam reeked more rare. My wud! The warped flooring of the lair and soundconducting walls thereof, to say nothing of the uprights and imposts, were persianly literatured with burst loveletters, telltale stories, stickyback snaps, doubtful eggshells, bouchers, flints, borers, puffers, amygdaloid almonds, rindless raisins, alphybettyformed verbage, vivlical viasses, om-piter dictas, visus umbique, ahems and ahahs, imeffible tries at speech unasyllabled, you owe mes, eyoldhyms, fluefoul smut, fallen lucifers, vestas which had served, showered ornaments, borrowed brogues, reversibles jackets, blackeye lenses, family jars, falsehair shirts, Godforsaken scapulars, neverworn breeches, cutthroat ties, counterfeit franks, best intentions, curried notes, upset latten tintacks, unused mill and stumpling stones, twisted quills, painful digests, magnifying wineglasses, solid objects cast at goblins, once current puns, quashed quotatoes, messes of mot-tage, unquestionable issue papers, seedy ejaculations, limerick damns, crocodile tears, spilt ink, blasphematory spits, stale shest-nuts, schoolgirl’s, young ladies, milkmaids’, washerwomen’s, shopkeepers’ wives, merry widows’, ex nuns’, vice abbess’s, pro virgins’, super whores’, silent sisters’, Charleys’ aunts’, grand-mothers’, mothers’-inlaws, fostermothers’, godmothers’ garters, tress clippings from right, lift and cintrum, worms of snot, toothsome pickings, cans of Swiss condensed bilk, highbrow lotions, kisses from the antipodes, presents from pickpockets, borrowed plumes, relaxable handgrips, princess promises, lees of whine, deoxodised carbons, convertible collars, diviliouker doffers, broken wafers, unloosed shoe latchets, crooked strait waistcoats, fresh horrors from Hades, globules of mercury, undeleted glete, glass eyes for an eye, gloss teeth for a tooth, war moans, special sighs, longsufferings of longstanding, ahs ohs ouis sis jas jos gias neys thaws sos, yeses and yeses and yeses, to which, if one has the stomach to add the breakages, upheavals distortions, inversions of all this chambermade music one stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder, self exiled in upon his ego, a nightlong a shaking betwixtween white or reddr haw-rors, noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phan — tom may the Shaper have mercery on him! writing the mystery of himsel in furniture.\n\nOf course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchen-ette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes the umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree which the moromelodious jigsmith, in defiance of the Uncontrollable Birth Preservativation Game and Poultry Act, playing lallaryrook cookerynook, by the dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca hermana and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild bees-wax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry’s and Asther’s mess and Huster’s micture and Yellownan’s embrocation and Pinkingtone’s patty and stardust and sinner’s tears, acuredent to Sharadan’s Art of Panning, chanting, for all regale to the like of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven, his cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, his oewfs … la Madame Gabrielle de l’Eglise, his avgs … la Mistress B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala … la pomme de ciel, his uoves, oves and uves … la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri sowtay sowmmonay a la Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs with somekat on toyast … la MŠre Puard, his Poggadovies alla Fenella, his Frideggs … la Tricarˆme in what was meant for a closet Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters that infanted him Father Mathew and Le PŠre Noble and Pastor Lucas and Padre Aguilar — not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin! Ah ho! His costive Satan’s antimonian manganese limolitmious nature never needed such an alcove so, when Robber and Mum-sell, the pulpic dictators, on the nudgment of their legal advisers, Messrs Codex and Podex, and under his own benefiction of their pastor Father Flammeus Falconer, boycotted him of all mutton-suet candles and romeruled stationery for any purpose, he winged away on a wildgoup’s chase across the kathartic ocean and made synthetic ink and sensitive paper for his own end out of his wit’s waste. You ask, in Sam Hill, how? Let manner and matter of this for these our sporting times be cloaked up in the language of blushfed porporates that an Anglican ordinal, not reading his own rude dunsky tunga, may ever behold the brand of scarlet on the brow of her of Babylon and feel not the pink one in his own damned cheek.\n\nPrimum opifex, altus prosator, ad terram viviparam et cuncti-potentem sine ullo pudore nec venia, suscepto pluviali atque discinctis perizomatis, natibus nudis uti nati fuissent, sese adpropinquans, flens et gemens, in manum suam evacuavit highly prosy, crap in his hand, sorry!, postea, animale nigro exoneratus, classicum pulsans, stercus proprium, quod appellavit deiectiones suas, in vas olim honorabile tristitiae posuit, eodem sub invocatione fratrorum gemino-rum Medardi et Godardi laete ac melliflue minxit, psalmum qui incipit: Lingua mea calamus scribae velociter scribentis: magna voce cantitans did a piss, says he was dejected, asks to be exonerated, demum ex stercore turpi cum divi Orionis iucunditate mixto, cocto, frigorique exposito, encaustum sibi fecit indelibile faked O’Ryan’s, the indelible ink.\n\nThen, pious Eneas, conformant to thc fulminant firman which enjoins on the tremylose terrian that, when the call comes, he shall produce nichthemerically from his unheavenly body a no uncertain quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright in the United Stars of Ourania or bedeed and bedood and bedang and bedung to him, with this double dye, brought to blood heat, gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, flashly, faithly, nastily, appropriately, this Esuan Menschavik and the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only fools-cap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marry-voising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history thereby, he said, reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable, trans-accidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a divi — dual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only, mortal but with each word that would not pass away the squid-self which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dab-nal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo — meratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his last public misappearance, circling the square, for the deathfˆte of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd hopon the sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low! and brandishing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas, the blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but bright in the main.\n\nPetty constable Sistersen of the Kruis–Kroon-Kraal it was, the parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reeling more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from a protoprostitute he would always have a stp! little pigeoness somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring? Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the grace, with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance of findingos, with a shillto shallto slipny stripny, in he skittled. Swikey! The allwhite poors guardiant, pulpably of balltossic stummung, was literally astundished over the painful sake, how he burstteself, which he was gone to, where he intent to did he, whether you think will, wherend the whole current of the after-noon whats the souch of a surch hads of hits of hims, urged and staggered thereto in his countryports at the caledosian capacity for Lieutuvisky of the caftan’s wineskin and even more so, during, looking his bigmost astonishments, it was said him, aschu, fun the concerned outgift of the dead med dirt, how that, arrahbejibbers, conspuent to the dominical order and exking noblish permish, he was namely coon at bringer at home two gallonts, as per royal, full poultry till his murder. Nip up and nab it!\nPolthergeistkotzdondherhoploits! Kick? What mother? Whose porter? Which pair? Why namely coon? But our undilligence has been plutherotested so enough of such porterblack lowneess, too base for printink! Perpending that Putterick O’Purcell pulls the coald stoane out of Winterwater’s and Silder Seas sing for Harreng our Keng, sept okt nov dez John Phibbs march! We cannot, in mercy or justice nor on the lovom for labaryntos, stay here for the residence of our existings, discussing Tamstar Ham of Ten-man’s thirst.\n\nJUSTIUS to himother: Brawn is my name and broad is my nature and I’ve breit on my brow and all’s right with every fea-ture and I’ll brune this bird or Brown Bess’s bung’s gone bandy. I’m the boy to bruise and braise. Baus!\n\nStand forth, Nayman of Noland for no longer will I follow you obliquelike through the inspired form of the third person singular and the moods and hesitensies of the deponent but ad-dress myself to you, with the empirative of my vendettative, pro — vocative and out direct, stand forth, come boldly, jolly me,- move me, zwilling though I am, to laughter in your true colours ere you be back for ever till I give you your talkingto! Shem Macadamson, you know me and I know you and all your she-meries. Where have you been in the uterim, enjoying yourself all the morning since your last wetbed confession? I advise you to conceal yourself, my little friend, as I have said a moment ago and put your hands in my hands and have a nightslong homely little confiteor about things. Let me see. It is looking pretty black against you, we suggest, Sheem avick. You will need all the elements in the river to clean you over it all and a fortifine popespriestpower bull of attender to booth.\nLet us pry. We thought, would and did. Cur, quicquid, ubi, quando, quomodo, quoties, quibus auxiliis? You were bred, fed, fostered and fattened from holy childhood up in this two easter island on the piejaw of hilarious heaven and roaring the other place plunders to night of you, blunders what’s left of you, flash as flash can! and now, forsooth, a nogger among the blankards of this dastard century, you have become of twosome twiminds forenenst gods, hidden and discovered, nay, condemned fool, anarch, egoarch, hiresiarch, you have reared your disunited king-dom on the vacuum of your own most intensely doubtful soul. Do you hold yourself then for some god in the manger, Sheho-hem, that you will neither serve not let serve, pray nor let pray? And here, pay the piety, must I too nerve myself to pray for the loss of selfrespect to equip me for the horrible necessity of scan-dalisang my dear sisters, are you ready? by sloughing off my hope and tremors while we all swin together in the pool of So-dom? I shall shiver for my purity while they will weepbig for your sins. Away with covered words, new Solemonities for old Badsheetbaths! That inharmonious detail, did you name it? Cold caldor! Gee! Victory! Now, opprobro of underslung pipes, johnjacobs, while yet an adolescent what do I say?, while still puerile in your tubsuit with buttonlegs, you got a hand-some present of a selfraising syringe and twin feeders you know, Monsieur Abgott, in your art of arts, to your cost as well as I do and don’t try to hide it the penals lots I am now poking at and the wheeze sort of was you should if you were as bould a stroke now as the curate that christened you, sonny douth-the-candle! repopulate the land of your birth and count up your progeny by the hungered head and the angered thousand but you thwarted the wious pish of your cogodparents, soph, among countless occasions of failing for, said you, I will elenchate, adding to the malice of your transgression, yes, and changing its nature, you see I have read your theology for you alternating the morosity of my delectations — a philtred love, trysting by tantrums, small peace in ppenmark — with sensibility, sponsibility, passi-bility and prostability, your lubbock’s other fear pleasures of a butler’s life, even extruding your strabismal apologia, when legibly depressed, upon defenceless paper and thereby adding to the already unhappiness of this our popeyed world, scribblative! — all that too with cantreds of countless catchaleens, the man-nish as many as the minneful, congested around and about you for acres and roods and poles or perches, thick as the fluctuant sands of Chalwador, accomplished women, indeed fully edu-canded, far from being old and rich behind their dream of arri — visme, if they have only their honour left, and not deterred by bad weather when consumed by amorous passion, struggling to pos-sess themselves of your boosh, one son of Sorge for all daughters of Anguish, solus cum sola sive cuncties cum omnibobs I’d have been the best man for you, myself, mutely aying for hat natural knot, debituary vases or vessels preposterous, for what would not have cost you ten bolivars of collarwork or the price of one ping pang, just a lilt, let us trillt, of the oldest song in the wooed woodworld, two-we! to-one!, accompanied by a plain gold band! Hail! Hail! Highbosomheaving Missmisstress Morna of the allsweetheartening bridemuredemeanour! Her eye’s so glad-some we’ll all take shares in the —— groom!\nSniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore and pustules, by the auspices of that raven cloud, your shade, and by the auguries of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the levelling of all customs by blazes, the return of a lot of sweetempered gunpowdered didst unto dudst but it never stphruck your mudhead’s obtundity O hell, here comes our funeral! O pest, I’ll miss the post! that the more carrots you chop, the more turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the more onions you cry over, the more bullbeef you butch, the more mutton you crackerhack, the more potherbs you pound, the fiercer the fire and the longer your spoon and the harder you gruel with more grease to your elbow the merrier fumes your new Irish stew.\n\nO, by the way, yes, another thing occurs to me. You let me tell you, with the utmost politeness, were very ordinarily designed, your birthwrong was, to fall in with Plan, as our nationals should, as all nationists must, and do a certain office what, I will not tell you in a certain holy office nor will I say where during certain agonising office hours a clerical party all to yourself from such a year to such an hour on such and such a date at so and so much a week pro anno Guinness’s, may I remind, were just agulp for you, failing in which you might have taken the scales off boilers like any boskop of Yorek and do your little thruppenny bit and thus earn from the nation true thanks, right here in our place of burden, your bourne of travail and ville of tares, where after a divine’s prodigence you drew the first watergasp in your life, from the crib where you once was bit to the crypt you’ll be twice as shy of, same as we, long of us, alone with the colt in the curner, where you were as popular as an armenial with the faithful, and you set fire to my tailcoat when I hold the paraffin smoker under yours I hope that chimney’s clear but, slackly shirking both your bullet and your billet, you beat it backwards like Boulanger from Galway but he combed the grass against his stride to sing us a song of alibi, the cuthone call over the greybounding slowrolling amplyheaving metamorphoseous that oozy rocks parapangle their preposters with nomad, mooner by lamplight, antinos, shemming amid everyone’s repressed laughter to conceal your scatchophily by mating, like a thorough-paste prosodite, masculine monosyllables of the same numerical mus, an Irish emigrant the wrong way out, sitting on your crooked sixpenny stile, an unfrillfrocked quackfriar, you will you for the laugh of Scheekspair just help mine with the epithet? semi-semitic serendipitist, you thanks, I think that describes you Europasianised Afferyank!\nShall we follow each others a steplonger, drowner of daggers, whiles our liege, tilyet a stranger in the frontyard of his happi-ness, is taking, heal helper! one gob, one gap, one gulp and gorger of all! his refreshment?\n\nThere grew up beside you, amid our orisons of the speediest. in Novena Lodge, Novara Avenue, in Patripodium-am-Bummel, oaf, outofwork, one remove from an unwashed savage, on his keeping and in yours, I pose you know why possum hides is cause he haint the nogumtreeumption that other, Immaculatus, from head to foot, sir, that pure one, Altrues of other times, he who was well known to celestine circles before he sped aloft, our handsome young spiritual physician that was to be, seducing every sense to selfwilling celebesty, the most winning counterfeuille on our incomeshare lotetree, a chum of the angelets, a youth those reporters so pettitily wanted as game-fellow that they asked his mother for ittle earps brupper to let him tome to Tindertarten? pease, and bing his scooter ‘long and ‘tend they were all real brothers in the big justright home where Dodd lives, just to teddyfy the life out of him and pat and pass him one with other like musk from hand to hand, that mothersmothered model, that goodlooker with not a flaw whose spiritual toilettes were the talk of half the town, for sunset wear and nightfallen use and daybroken donning and nooncheon showing and the very thing for teasetime, but him you laid low with one hand one fine May morning in the Meddle of your Might, your bosom foe, because he mussed your speller on you or because he cut a pretty figure in the focus of your frontispecs not one did you slay, no, but a continent! to find out how his innards worked!\n\nEver read of that greatgrand landfather of our visionbuilders, Baaboo, the bourgeoismeister, who thought to touch both him-mels at the punt of his risen stiffstaff and how wishywashy sank the waters of his thought? Ever thought of that hereticalist Marcon and the two scissymaidies and how bulkily he shat the Ructions gunorrhal? Ever hear of that foxy, that lupo and that monkax and the virgin heir of the Morrisons, eh, blethering ape?\n\nMalingerer in luxury, collector general, what has Your Low-ness done in the mealtime with all the hamilkcars of cooked vegetables, the hatfuls of stewed fruit, the suitcases of coddled ales, the Parish funds, me schamer, man, that you kittycoaxed so flexibly out of charitable butteries by yowling heavy with a hollow voice drop of your horrible awful poverty of mind so as you couldn’t even pledge a crown of Thorne’s to pawn a coat off Trevi’s and as how you was bad no end, so you was, so whelp you Sinner Pitre and Sinner Poule, with the chicken’s gape and pas mal de siŠcle, which, by the by, Reynaldo, is the ordinary emetic French for grenadier’s drip. To let you have your plank and your bonewash O the hastroubles you lost!, to give you your pound of platinum and a thousand thongs a year O, you were excruciated, in honour bound to the cross of your own cruelfiction! to let you have your Sarday spree and holinight sleep fame would come to you twixt a sleep and a wake and leave to lie till Paraskivee and the cockcock crows for Danmark. O Jonathan, your estomach! The simian has no sentiment secre-tions but weep cataracts for all me, Pain the Shamman! Oft in the smelly night will they wallow for a clutch of the famished hand, I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob you, while on your sodden straw impolitely you encored Airish and naw-boggaleesh! those hornmade ivory dreams you reved of the Ruth you called your companionate, a beauty from the bible, of the flushpots of Euston and the hanging garments of Maryle-bone. But the dormer moonshee smiled selene and the light — throwers knickered: who’s whinging we? Comport yourself, you inconsistency! Where is that little alimony nestegg against our predictable rainy day? Is it not the fact gainsay me, cake-eater! that, while whistlewhirling your crazy elegies around Templetombmount joyntstone, let him pass, pleasegood-jesusalem, in a bundle of straw, he was balbettised after hay — making you squandered among underlings the overload of your extravagance and made a hottentot of dulpeners crawsick with your crumbs? Am I not right? Yes? Yes? Yes? Holy wax and holifer! Don’t tell me, Leon of the fold, that you are not a loanshark! Look up, old sooty, be advised by mux and take your medicine. The Good Doctor mulled it. Mix it twice before re-pastures and powder three times a day. It does marvels for your gripins and it’s fine for the solitary worm.\n\nLet me finish! Just a little judas tonic, my ghem of all jokes, to make you go green in the gazer. Do you hear what I’m seeing, hammet? And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr Anklegazer! Cease to be civil, learn to say nay! Whisht! Come here, Herr Studiosus, till I tell you a wig in your ear. We’ll do a whisper drive, for if the barishnyas got a twitter of it they’d tell the housetops and then all Cadbury would go crackers. Look! Do you see your dial in the rockingglass? Look well! Bend down a stigmy till I! It’s secret! Iggri, I say, the booseleers! I had it from Lamppost Shawe. And he had it from the Mullah. And Mull took it from a Bluecoat schooler. And Gay Socks jot it from Potapheu’s wife. And Rantipoll tipped the wink from old Mrs Tinbullet. And as for she was confussed by pro-Brother Thaco-licus. And the good brother feels he would need to defecate you. And the Flimsy Follettes are simply beside each other. And Kelly, Kenny and Keogh are up up and in arms. That a cross may crush me if I refuse to believe in it. That I may rock anchor through the ages if I hope it’s not true. That the host may choke me if I beneighbour you without my charity! Sh! Shem, you are. Sh! You are mad!\n\nHe points the deathbone and the quick are still. Insomnia, somnia somniorum. Awmawm.\n\nMERCIUS of hisself: Domine vopiscus! My fault, his fault, a kingship through a fault! Pariah, cannibal Cain, I who oathily forswore the womb that bore you and the paps I sometimes sucked, you who ever since have been one black mass of jigs and jimjams, haunted by a convulsionary sense of not having been or being all that I might have been or you meant to becoming, bewailing like a man that innocence which I could not defend like a woman, lo, you there, Cathmon–Carbery, and thank Movies from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart, Wherein the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the comp-line hour of being alone athands itself and a puff or so before we yield our spiritus to the wind, for though that royal one has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the flowerpot on the pole, the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again, when’s day’s woe, and lo, you’re doomed, joyday dawns and, la, you dominate it is to you, firstborn and firstfruit of woe, to me, branded sheep, pick of the wasterpaperbaskel, by the tremours of Thundery and Ulerin’s dogstar, you alone, wind-blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro-glodynamonologos, the child of Nilfit’s father, blzb, to me unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only of the dead may come, because ye left from me, because ye laughed on me, because, O me lonly son, ye are forgetting me!, that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla, deltilla, running with her tidings, old the news of the great big world, sonnies had a scrap, woewoewoe! bab’s baby walks at seven months, waywayway! bride leaves her raid at Punchestime, stud stoned before a racecourseful, two belles that make the one appeal, dry yanks will visit old sod, and fourtiered skirts are up, mesdames, while Parimiknie wears popular short legs, and twelve hows to mix a tipsy wake, did ye hear, colt Cooney? did ye ever, filly Fortescue? with a beck, with a spring, all her rillringlets shaking, rocks drops in her tachie, tramtokens in her hair, all waived to a point and then all inuendation, little oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid-shooting round the bends, by Tallaght’s green hills and the pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and slipping sly by Sallynoggin, as happy as the day is wet, bab-bling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields on their elbows leaning with the sloothering slide of her, giddy-gaddy, grannyma, gossipaceous Anna Livia.\n\nHe lifts the lifewand and the dumb speak.\n— Quoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiq!",1
3117,Billy_Bragg___LIFE_WITH_THE_LIONS,happy,"""Life with the Lions  I hate the arsehole I become\nEvery time I'm with you\nYou know you've got me on the run\nBut let me make it clear to you\nIt's taken two fools such as we\nTo make love deaf, dumb and blind\nNow you're upset 'cos I can't read your mind love\nYou're upset Cos I can't read your mind\n\nI hate the arsehole I become\nEvery time I'm with you\nI get the feeling looking in your eyes\nThat somehow I should forgive you\nI know that I'm guilty but I don't know what I've done\nYou're not about to let me join in the fun are you\nYou're not about to let me join in the fun\nI hate the arsehole I become\nEvery time I'm with you\nI hate the way you try to give me back\nAll the things I give to you\nI know when I leave the room\nThey say what's up with him\nBut love is not a game you play to win girl\nLove is not a game you play to win\n\nIf that face of yours could only talk\nThe stories it could tell\nThe chase is always better than the kill, love\nThe chase is always better than the kill",0
2017,Atari_Teenage_Riot___By_Any_Means_Necessary,anger,"""By Any Means Necessary  By any means necessary! By any means necessary!\n\nHow many people like to see you dying\nFor no other reason than this\nThis can't be fought in a fair way\nAnd if you agree then: Raise your fist!\nIllegal protest for the rest of us\nI go fight cause it's best for us\nI'm staring at the TV like it makes no sense\nYou're changing definitions like it's self-defense!\nBy any means necessary!\nBy any means necessary!\nBy any means necessary!\nAnd you call that revolutionary!\n\nThey consume our lives like it's an advert on TV\nThey sell us a future that we ain't going to see\nMoral judgements will not do it - they ain't not gonna do it\nYou better turn it on and fucking screw 'em!\n\nBy any means! By any means necessary!\nBy any means! By any means necessary!\nBy any means necessary!!!",3
9425,Frank_Black___Pure_Denizen_Of_The_Citizens_Band,happy,"""Pure Denizen of the Citizens Band  I want to ask you fellows\nWhy do you shut me out?\nWhen I've driven every place that they call land\n\nI talk plain talk\nI've seen the moon sitting on the road\nAnd – and I don't eat no chateaubriand\n\nAnd I drive my car under same stars\nWhere the miles are, come back I demand\nDear gentlemen, please let me in\nI don't know how I can make you understand\nI'm a pure denizen of the citizens band\nI'm a pure denizen of the citizens band\nI'm a pure denizen of the citizens band\nI'm a pure denizen of the citizens band\n\nHey friend, you know what I'd do\nIf I was making the bucks\nI'd move me to a place\nWhere all they had was trucks\n\n'Cause one thing that I can't stand\nThere's one thing that I cannot stand\nOne thing I cannot stand, can't stand\nCannot stand, can't stand",0
5025,Cat_Stevens___Longer_Boats,happy,"""Longer Boats  Longer boats are coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nHold on to the shore\nThey'll be taking the key from the door\n\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nHold on to the shore\nThey'll be taking the key from the door\nI don't want no God on my lawn\nJust a flower I can help along\n'Cause the soul of nobody knows\nHow a flower grows\nOh, how a flower grows\n\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nHold on to the shore\nThey'll be taking the key from the door\n\nMary dropped her pants by the sand\nAnd let a parson come and take her hand\nBut the soul of nobody knows\nWhere the parson goes\nWhere does the parson go?\n\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nThey're coming to win us\nLonger boats are coming to win us\nHold on to the shore\nThey'll be taking the key from the doorYou might also like1",0
6563,Dave_Gahan___Use_You,sad,"""Use You  [Verse 1: Dave Gahan]\nIt's killing me\nTo be in this room\nI've gotta get out\nI've gotta get out soon\n\nI'm hurting you\nWith everything I do\nIt's too long\nToo long in this place\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2: Dave Gahan]\nWe're counting down\nOnly seconds now\nI gotta hang on\nHang on to you\n\nI'm tearing at\nMy cuticles\nToo long\nToo long in this place\n\n[Chorus 1: Dave Gahan, Andrew Phillpott, Christian Eigner & Niko Stoessl]\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\n\n[Interlude]\nYou might also like[Verse 3: Dave Gahan]\nI'm hurting you\nWith everything I do\nI've gotta get out\nI've gotta get out soon\n\nIt's killing me\nTo be in this room\nI don't belong\nBelong in this place\n\n[Chorus 2: Dave Gahan, Andrew Phillpott, Christian Eigner & Niko Stoessl]\nWe have each other Ow!\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use—\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus 1: Dave Gahan, Andrew Phillpott, Christian Eigner & Niko Stoessl]\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\nWe have each other\nYou are my brother\nSitting here beside you\nI just wanna use you\n\n[Coda: Dave Gahan]\nUse you\nI just wanna use you\nUse you\nI just wanna use you9",1
2063,Atlas_Sound___River_Card,calm,"""River Card  I turned them all away\nI turned it all away\nWhen i leave there's nothing left to say\n\nI won't answer my phone\nYou call it all you want\nRiver runs and takes the boats away\n\nI thought i'd never see\nRiver so clear and mean\nHow many others have you drowned?\nRiver's bottom dark and blue\nWhy do i love you so?\nRiver so clear and blue\nI'm so in love with you, but you'll drown me\nYou'll drown me\n\nRiver so clear and blue\nWhat it takes to ignore you\nHow many boys have you drowned?\n\nChokes me until i'm dead\nThere are places in my head\nThat i could never conquer\n\nRiver so clear and blue\nI am in love with you\nRiver's bottom dark and blue\nWhy do i love you?\nYou'll drown me\nYou'll drown meYou might also like1",2
9577,Frightened_Rabbit___Good_Arms_vs_Bad_Arms,happy,"""Good Arms vs. Bad Arms  [Verse 1]\nGood arms versus bad arms will win hands down, down\nThey are built to hold and fit, look how far they go around\nYou don't need these now that you've found another pair\nAnd the difference is astounding, I should expect, except\n\n[Chorus 1]\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nKeep your naked flesh under your favourite dress\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nWhen they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them\n[Verse 2]\nI decided this decision some six months ago\nSo I'll stick to my guns, but from now on it's war\nI am armed with the past and the will and a brick\nI might not want you back, but I want to kill him, oh\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nKeep your naked flesh under your favourite dress\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nWhen they reach out, don't touch them, don't touch them\n\nAnd leave the rest at arm's length\nDon't brush with him, he might have diseases\nAnd leave the rest at arm's length\nSteer clear of the grasp, girl, run, run away\n\n[Outro]\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nJust roll over, boy, and don't make me do this\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nI am armed to the teeth and I'm heavy-set\n\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nI'm not ready to see you this happy\nLeave the rest at arm's length\nI am still in love with you, can't admit it yetYou might also like2",0
8905,Fatboy_Slim___Everybody_Needs_A_303,happy,"'Everybody Needs a 303  Check this out\n\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\n\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nCheck this out\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love, needs love, needs love, needs love\nNeeds love\n\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs love\nEverybody needs loveSee Fatboy Slim LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
1351,Angus__Julia_Stone___For_You,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsFor You  [Verse 1]\nIf I talk real slowly\nIf I try real hard\nTo make my point dear\nThat you have my heart\nHere I go\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\nHere I go\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\n[Chorus]\nIf you love me\nWith all of your heart\nIf you love me\nI'll make you a star in my universe\nYou'll never have to go to work\nYou'll spend everyday\nShining your light my way\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf I talk real slowly\nIf I hold your hand\nIf you look real closely my love\nYou might understand\nHere I go\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\nHere I go\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you love me\nWith all that you are\nIf you love me\nI'll make you a star in my universe\nYou'll never have to go to work\nYou'll spend everyday\nShining your light my way\nYou might also likeHere I go\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\nHere I go\nI'll tell you\nWhat you already know\n\n[Chorus]\nIf you love me\nWith all of your heart\nIf you love me\nI'll make you a star in my universe\nYou'll never have to go to work\nYou'll spend everyday\nShining your light my way6",1
2417,Badmarsh__Shri___Signs,calm,"'Signs  Life is one big road, road\n...And we\'vea lots of signs, signs and more signs\nYa gotta make up ya mind... to face reality all the time, know\nMany a\' sorrow, many a\' joy. Whenever ya try to take life for a toy\nSome doing good an\' some doin\' bad. But \'least I feel bad \'cause was drivin\' me mad. But when the sun shines today I go on my knees and I pray. I say ""Looord, Lemme have joy."" I say ""Lord, Let me have joy. Never let me have no sorrows.""... Oh no no no no noYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
5343,Chris_Garneau___Babys_Romance,sad,"""Baby’s Romance  [Verse 1]\nThe baby's sleeping in the crib on top\nThe baby's sleeping above you\nYou will lift him to the parking lot\nYour car is waiting there for you\nYour car is waiting there for you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI would like to see a little more propriety\nCooperate with me and answer me\nWithout a plea\n[Chorus]\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe whiskey's waiting on the firetop\nThe baby's going to drink too\nThe lady's got no clue; she's at the shop\nBut if she'd knew then she'd kill you\nThe bugs are out cause they come out at night\nUsually they just bite our hands\n'Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight\nBut now fighting's a part of baby's romance\nBut now fighting's a part of baby's romance\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI would like to see a little more propriety\nCooperate with me and answer me\nWithout a plea\n\n[Chorus]\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nBaby sleeps against graveyard flower pots\nThe baby's sleeping up against you\nI think he'd prefer an old motel cot\nOr any bed made without you\nOr any bed made without you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'd like to see a little more propriety\nCooperate with me and answer me\nWithout a plea\nI would like to see a little more propriety\nCooperate with me and answer me\nWithout a plea\n\n[Chorus]\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI know now, I know now, I know now\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI'm never gonna tell on you\nI'm never gonna tell on you",1
5845,Corpus_Delicti___The_Drift,sad,"'The Drift  Awaken in many deceptions\nI\'ve learnt how to ignore it\nTime will drift my pain away\nTime will drift my pain away\nRoaming with scary obsessions\nThe heart of threatening possessions\nTime will drift my pain away\nRejected inside\nA veil to mask blind treacheries\nI now know what isolation means\nTime will drift my pain away\nTime will drift my pain away\nAnd I pray, as I wanted time to rearrange\nJoy is out of touch in this suffocating whirl\nAnd I pray, as I wanted time to rearrange it all\nLove is out of reach in this unrelenting world\nAnd I pray...\nI\'m yours till\' death shows it rapture\n""I\'m out of courage""\nTime will drift my pain away\nInked inside\nThis room is filled with its silence\nAnd this is gonna kills me\nTime will drift my pain away\nBefore it comes to my veins\nThere are thousand things I could have made to rest\nIn sadness\nNow I have no time to waste, so I\nI breathe and drift myself away\nI breathe and drift myself away\nAnd I pray, as I wanted time to rearrange\nJoy is out of touch in this suffocating whirl\nAnd I pray, as I wanted time to rearrange it all\nLove is out of reach in this unrelenting world\nAnd I pray...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5892,Covenant___Humility,sad,"""Humility  Behold the beauty that surrounds us\nSee the wonders we take for granted\nRoam the world in all her glory\nSail the seas and climb the mountains\nDiscover things you never knew\nBe happy that you're alive\nSo many reasons to remain\nSo many people to embrace\nSo many stories to be told\nSo many errors to correct\nTurn your gaze towards the moon\nEven further if you dare\nTurn your face towards the sun\nAnd be grateful that it's there\n\nBehold the beauty we have made us\nAll the wonders that we created\nSee the cities of the ancients\nIn the deserts and the jungles\nSee the truth you always knew\nBe happy that you're alive\n\nSo many reasons to remain\nSo many people to embrace\nSo many questions to be asked\nSo many answers to be found",1
1981,Asteria___A_Second_Chance_To_Make_A_First_Impression,happy,"""A Second Chance To Make A First Impression  Wish upon a shooting star\nFor heightened contemplation of suicide\nKiss of death with a birth defect\nOr eulogy gets the best of me\nIn this dark and scary world\nThese fucked up images control everything\nControlling my passion to lose it all\nIf you know what i mean\n\nAnd i want you in my room\nAnd i want you in my bed\nGirl don't turn the lights off\nI want to see your eyes\nAnd i want you on my floor\nAnd i want you one time more\nCause i can't get enough\nYou're so indiscreet so anonymous\nLoaded words weigh down phrases\nHolding too much clout\nThis conversations turned to rambling\nThis relationship has turned to nothing\nSo keep screaming baby\nCause i am wrong\nAnd two can make it right\n\nAnd i want you in my room\nAnd i want you in my bed\nGirl don't turn the lights off\nI want to see your eyes\nAnd i want you on my floor\nAnd i want you one time more\nCause i can't get enough\nYou're so indiscreet so anonymous\n\nAnd she's all mine\n\nAnd i want you in my room\nAnd i want you in my bed\nGirl don't turn the lights off\nI want to see your eyes\nAnd i want you on my floor\nAnd i want you one time more\nCause i can't get enough",0
8871,Fall_Out_Boy___Thnks_fr_th_Mmrs,happy,"'Thnks fr th Mmrs  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nI\'m going to make it bend and break\nIt sent you to me without wings... Say a prayer, but let the good times roll\nIn case God doesn\'t show\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll...\nAnd I want these words to make things right\nBut it\'s the wrongs that make the words come to life\n""Who does he think he is?"" If that\'s the worst you\'ve got\nBetter put your fingers back to the keys...\n[Chorus]\nOne night and one more time\nThanks for the memories, even though they weren\'t so\nGreat, ""He tastes like you, only sweeter""\nOne night, yeah, and one more time\nThanks for the memories, thanks for the memories\n""See, he tastes like you, only sweeter""\n\n[Verse 2]\nBeen looking forward to the future\nBut my eyesight is going bad\nAnd this crystal ball...\nIt\'s always cloudy except for Except for...\nWhen you look into the past Look into the past...\nOne night stand...\nOne night stand off!\n\n[Chorus]\nOne night and one more time\nThanks for the memories, even though they weren\'t so\nGreat, ""He tastes like you, only sweeter""\nOne night, yeah, and one more time\nThanks for the memories, thanks for the memories\n""See, he tastes like you, only sweeter,"" oh-oh\n\n[Bridge]\nThey say I only think in the form of crunching numbers\nIn hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers\nGet me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes\nI\'m a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOne night and one more time\nThanks for the memories, even though they weren\'t so\nGreat, ""He tastes like you, only sweeter""\nOne night and one more time\nThanks for the memories, thanks for the memories\n""See, he tastes like you, only sweeter,"" oh-oh-oh-oh\nOne night and one more time One more night, one more time\nThanks for the memories, even though they weren\'t so\nGreat, ""He tastes like you, only sweeter,"" oh-oh-oh\nOne night and one more time One more night, one more time\nThanks for the memories, thanks for the memories\nFor the memories ""See, he tastes like you, only sweeter,"" oh-oh-oh-oh85Embed', 'default'",0
4204,Bret_Michaels___Go_That_Far,happy,"""Go That Far  Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nSaid, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nPlease let me introduce myself\nI'm gonna get you off like there's no one else\nHey, won't you step inside my brain?\nI'm your freak show baby, I'm your crazy train\nSunset Boulevard, Hollywood Hills\nPretty kitties back in black\nAnd I'm dressed to kill\nI'll be your sugar daddy\nI'll be your diamond rings\nYou'll be my dirty secret\nYou'll be my sexy thing\nI'll take you platinum baby\nI'll be your rock star\nI'll get you higher baby\nIf you wanna go that far\nHey, I'll show you things you've never seen\nTouch my backstage pass, ride my limousine\nPlease let me be your flesh and blood\nYour dirty secret, your rock of love\nSunset Boulevard, Hollywood Hills\nPretty kitties back in black\nAnd I'm dressed to kill\nI'll be your sugar daddy\nI'll be your diamond rings\nYou'll be my dirty secret\nYou'll be my sexy thing\nI'll take you platinum baby\nI'll be your rock star\nI'll get you higher baby\nIf you wanna go that far\nAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah\nNow you're filled with rope\nYou're goin' VIP\nYou're flyin' private baby\nL.A. to NYC\nYou like my fancy crib\nYou dig that big black car\nWear them designer clothes\nHangin' with movie stars\nI'll be your sugar daddy\nI'll be your diamond rings\nYou'll be my dirty secret\nYou'll be my sexy thing\nI'll take you platinum baby\nI'll be your rock star\nI'll get you higher baby\nIf you wanna go that farSee Bret Michaels LiveGet tickets as low as $25",0
2173,Avail___Versus,anger,"""Versus  Silence, silence all sides\nRaw with indecision\nWithout the mind to congregate\nIn fault the line extends\nTo further burden divided friends\nSilence all sides\nWhy bother to defy when we still can't unite\nSo put your fist down until sanity can be contained\nWe burn out before we fade away\nLosing time and not changing anything\nBurn out we isolate\nRather stand alone than divided\nStuck on lines deplete\nChant slogans timed one step off beat\nFull loss of common sense\nWhen passion becomes status end\nSilence, silence all sides\nWhy bother to defy when we still can't unite\nSo put your fist down until sanity can be contained\nWhat's been said has spread like fire to all\nIt takes no strength to pass blame\nWe burn out before we fade away\nLosing time and not changing anything\nBurn out we isolate\nRather stand alone than divided",3
274,Aberfeldy___Slow_Me_Down,happy,"""Slow Me Down  I'm an open book\nThat you can take a look\nThere's nothing I have found\nCould slow my yo-yo down\n\nDon't you slow me down\nI could be seeing stars\nI could be behind bars\nI could be in the ground\nSo don't you slow me down\nDon't ever slow me down\nI know the sky is blue\nAnd I'll fall for you\nI know the world is round\nDon't ever slow me down\n\nDon't slow me down, slow me down\nDon't slow me down, slow me down\n\nThe way you smile at me\nThe way you let it be\nThe way you never frown\nThe way you slow me down\nDon't you slow me down\n\nDon't slow me down, slow me down\nDon't slow me down, slow me down\n\nCause there's a side of me\nThat you could never see\nThat no one's ever found\nDon't ever slow me down\n\nI know the sky is blue, and I'll fall for you\nI know the world is round\nDon't ever slow me down\nYou might also likeDon't show me nothing's what it seems\nCan't throw my arms around a dream\nYeah yeah\n\nThere's a side of me\nThat you will never see\nThat no one's ever found\nDon't ever slow me down\n\nWe got a world to win\nWe'll get it back again\nI cannot mess around\nDon't ever slow me down\nDon't ever slow me down",0
1043,American_HiFi___Another_Perfect_Day,happy,"""Another Perfect Day  [Verse 1]\nI'm holding on\nWaiting for your call\nIt's simple but I can't explain this\nI'm sinking down\nI feel like I could die\nI'm falling off, I don't know why\n\n[Chorus]\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\n[Verse 2]\nSo I might try to leave it all behind\nI know tomorrow's not so bright now\nI'll say goodbye, 'cause nothing good can last\nYou wear and fade; you're nowhere fast\nBut today, I don't know how to keep it all inside\nBut I guess I'll let it slide\n\n[Chorus]\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\n\n[Bridge]\nToday, I don't know why\nI thought that it was real\nBut I guess it's no big deal\n\n[Chorus]\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\nI still believe it when you say it's another perfect day\nAnother perfect day\n\n[Outro]\nI don't know how\nI don't know how\nI don't know how to let it slide",0
9629,Fuel___Quarter,happy,"""Quarter  [Verse 1]\nI know I'm dead before my time\nI know it's coming down\nIf you could only see what's right\nYou'd see what's coming 'round\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I walk I walk alone\nI ask no quarter friend\nI walk I walk alone\n'Til I find you again\n[Verse 2]\nI know no place to call my bed\nBut I know this thorny crown\nIf you would only feed your head\nYou'd see your hands are bound\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I walk I walk alone\nI ask no quarter friend\nI walk I walk alone\n'Til I find you again\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I walk I walk alone\nI ask no quarter friend\nI walk I walk alone\n'Til I find you again\n\n[Hook]\nI walk alone\nI walk alone\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I walk I walk alone\nI ask no quarter friend\nI walk I walk alone\n'Til I find you again\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo I walk I walk alone\nI ask no quarter friend\nI walk I walk alone\n'Til I find you again\n\n[Outro]\n'Til I find you again\n'Til I find you again1",0
6007,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Up_Around_The_Bend,happy,"""Up Around the Bend  [Verse 1]\nThere's a place up ahead, and I'm goin'\nJust as fast as my feet can fly\nCome away, come away if you're goin'\nLeave the sinkin' ship behind\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on the risin' wind\nWe're goin' up around the bend\nOooh!\n[Verse 2]\nBring a song and a smile for the banjo\nBetter get while the getting's good\nHitch a ride to the end of the highway\nWhere the neons turn to wood\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on the risin' wind\nWe're goin' up around the bend\nOooh!\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou can ponder perpetual motion\nFix your mind on a crystal day\nAlways time for good conversation\nThere's an ear for what you say\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on the risin' wind\nWe're goin' up around the bend\nYeah!\n\n[Guitar solo]\nOooh!\n\n[Verse 4]\nCatch a ride to the end of the highway\nAnd we'll meet by the big red tree\nThere's a place up ahead, and I'm goin'\nCome along, come along with me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nCome on the risin' wind\nWe're goin' up around the bend\nYeah!\n\n[Outro]\nDoo, doo, doo-doo\nDoo, doo, doo-doo, ooh\nDoo, doo, doo\n\nDoo, doo, doo-doo, yeah\nDoo, doo, doo-doo\nDoo, doo, doo, doo, all right5",0
4312,Britney_Spears___Let_Me_Be,happy,"'Let Me Be  [Verse 1]\nYou try to read me, you try to figure out\nYou try to breathe me, but you can\'t blow me out\nYou try to feel me, but I\'m so out of touch\nI won\'t be falling, you won\'t have to pick me up\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSorry if I sound confused, I don\'t feel the way you do\nBut I won\'t turn around, but I won\'t turn around\n\n[Chorus]\nThink that I might back down, but I won\'t\nThink that I might have doubts, but I don\'t\nNo insecurities\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\nThink that you know me now, but you don\'t\nThink that I can\'t stand on my own\nAin\'t my philosophy\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\n[Verse 2]\nTrust in my instincts, trust that I know what\'s right\nThese are the reasons that keep you up at night At night\nTell me, ""Go slow, this is my flow""\n\'Cause you don\'t know, know what I know\nLet me tell you how it feels\nBaby, it\'s time that you\'ve seen me for real\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSorry if I sound confused, I don\'t feel the way you do\nBut I won\'t turn around won\'t turn around\nBut I won\'t turn around\n\n[Chorus]\nThink that I might back down, but I won\'t\nThink that I might have doubts, but I don\'t\nNo insecurities\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\nThink that you know me now, but you don\'t\nThink that I can\'t stand on my own\nAin\'t my philosophy\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\n\n[Verse 3]\nTrust that I know, this is my show\nLetting you know, gotta go the way I go\nTrust that I know, this is my show\nLetting you know, gotta go the way I go\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThink that I might back down, but I won\'t\nThink that I might have doubts, but I don\'t\nNo insecurities\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\nThink that you know me now, but you don\'t\nThink that I can\'t stand on my own\nAin\'t my philosophy It ain\'t my philosophy\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\nThink that I might back down, but I won\'t\nThink that I might have doubts, but I don\'t\nNo insecurities No insecurities\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?\nThink that you know me now, but you don\'t\nThink that I can\'t stand on my own\nThink that I can\'t stand on my own\nAin\'t my philosophy\nWon\'t you just let me, let me be?2Embed', 'default'",0
1866,Arrogant_Worms___The_Last_Saskatchewan_Pirate,happy,"'The Last Saskatchewan Pirate  Oh, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine\nI had a little stretch of land along the CP line\nBut times were hard and though I tried, the money wasn\'t there\nAnd bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair\nI looked for every kind of job, the answer always ""no""\nHire you now, they\'d always laugh, we just let twenty go!\nThe government, they promised me a measly little sum\nBut I\'ve got too much pride to end up just another bum\n\nThen I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone\nI\'m gonna be a PIRATE! on the River Saskatchewan!\narr! arr! arr!\nChorus:\nCause it\'s a heave-ho! hi-ho!\nComing down the plains\nStealing wheat and barley and all the other grains\nAnd it\'s a ho-hey! hi-hey!\nFarmers bar your doors\nWhen you see the Jolly Roger on Regina\'s mighty shores\nArr!\n\nWell you think the locals farmers would know that I\'m at large\nBut, just the other day I saw an unprotected barge\nI snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser\nI rammed their ship, and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer!\nA bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river\nThe farmers pass in so much fear, their stomachs are a-quiver\nBecause the know that TRACTOR JACK! is waiting in the bay\nI\'ll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay!\n\nChorus\n\nWell Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat\nHe\'d follow on the shoreline because he didn\'t own a boat\nBut cutbacks were a-coming and the Mountie lost his job\nNow he\'s sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob\nA swingin\' sword, and skull n\' bones, and pleasant company\nI never pay my income tax and screw the GST — SCREW IT!\nPrince Albert down to Saskatoon, I\'m the terror of the sea\nIf ya wanna reach the Co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!\nYou might also likeChorus\n\nWell, pirate life\'s appealing, but you don\'t just find it here\nI\'ve heard that in Alberta, there\'s a band of buccaneers\nThey roam the Athabasca, from Smith to Fort McKay\nAnd you\'re gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way\nWell winter is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze\nOur pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze\nI\'ll be back in springtime, but now I\'ve to go\nI hear there\'s lots of plundering down in New Mexico!\n\nChorus\nRepeat Chorus\nFarmers bar your doors when you see the Jolly Roger on Regina\'s mighty shoresEmbed', 'default'",0
6687,Daylight_Dies___The_Morning_Light,sad,"'The Morning Light  Blurred and pale\nI saw your face\nAs my body rests\nEverything has languished\nBut the sense\nOf a memory fading\n\nThe morning light\nSo thin I feel it breaking\nIt crosses the wall\nTowards my body\nThe wall above\nI saw it changing\nIn the morning light\nEmptiness expanding\nWounds kept fresh\nThrough careful tendingYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7596,Duran_Duran___Breath_After_Breath,happy,"""Breath After Breath  [Verse 1]\nEvery day I wake up in this room\nAnd I don't know\nWhere I come from\nWhere I'm going to\nThen I hear the voice\nSenhora musa da paz\nMe abraca\nMe carrega no teu andor\nDormir no colo da dor\nAmiga, arrasa!\nA tua mao desenhou\nO sonho na areia\nAgora, entrega de vez\nMeu rumo\nE vida\n[Chorus]\nFrom where I stand\nThe truth isn't black and white\nAlone we live and die\nWe love and fight\nBreath after breath\nWe carry this mortal coil\nSafe for tomorrow\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo I dare\nOh do I dare\nFollow through the goorsteps\nMy whole body hears\nBeating on my heart like a feather\nBeating of a moment til I disappear\nDiga uma palavra alegre\nManda um recado\nQue seja agoca\nFaz o mundo ficar novo\nE dancar no colo do tal de amor\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom where I stand\nThe truth isn't black and white\nAlone we live and die\nWe love and fight\nBreath after breath\nWe carry this mortal coil\nSafe for tomorrow\nSee Duran Duran LiveGet tickets as low as $102You might also like[Verse 3]\nCircles in sand are washed out into the sea\nJust as we slip on through to eternity\nBreath after breath\nWe carry this mortal coil\nSafe for tomorrow\nDiga uma palavra, cara\nBem alegre\nCorre, manda logo um recado\nMe abraca\nFaz um clima doce\nMe arrepia!\nChega de sufocol\nMe poe louco!\nMe faz diamante\nTeu amante\nDanca ao som do vento\nMe ensina\nBasta de sufoco\nNao faz jogo...\n\n[Outro]\nA flame of love is burning\nAlways\nThe song is of the planets\nOh whooooooo\nThe dance is to the rhythm of the rain\nWhere everyone is coming from\nIs coming to\nAnd birth is just a\nBreath after breath",0
1600,Antony__The_Johnsons___The_Horror_Has_Gone,sad,"""The Horror Has Gone  The horror has gone, it's become the darkness\nThe horror has gone, it's become the darkness\nThe horror has gone\nThe horror has gone\n\nThe fear in my heart has gone forever after\nThe fear in my heart has gone forever after\nThe fear has gone\nFear has gone\n\nI killed a fish, but I found my baby\nI lost my bird and I know it seems crazy\nBut now I feel we were one\nNow I feel we were one\nNow, now I feel we were one\nThe horror has gone, it's become the darkness\nThe horror has gone, it's become the darkness\nThe horror has gone\nThe horror has gone\n\nHorror, the horror, it's gone\nThe horror, the horror is gone\nThe horror is gone",1
6969,Devendra_Banhart___The_Other_Woman,sad,"""The Other Woman  I walk with my head down\nI mumble all the words\nI keep my feelings to myself only\n\nI never stand my ground\nI just stand around\nIf you love me then why won't you hold me\n\nEverything and everyone around me is changing\nNow that I've been the other woman\nYour music rides ten horses in the sky\nAnd gallops through the evening\nYou, you have no side for me to stand by\nIn space, i see you and her\n\nAnd everything and everyone around me is changing\nNow that I've been the other woman\n\nLike a newlywed hummingbird\nBuilding its home\nStick by stick above the river\n\nYou are green, you are red\nYou are yurple you are blue\nYou are gold you are silver\n\nWell my eyes are made of lemons\nMy tears are made of limes\nYou love me, you hate me, i'm losing my mind\n\nI've sailed the sea of love aboard the ship of hopes\nI'm a skipper, i'm the captain, i'm the crew\n\nAnd everything and everyone around me is changing\nNow that I've been the other woman\nYou might also likeI will always be the other woman\nI'll never be the only woman\nThe only woman...",1
1060,Amerie___All_I_Need,sad,"""All I Need  [Intro: Sample]\nIn my heart, you're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou are all I need\nNeed, need, need, need, need\n\n[Verse 1: Amerie & Sample]\nI feel like you're the only one Need\nI feel what pain you kept me from Need\nI feel so different from the way I used to be Need\nSoul searching always my excuse Need\nDidn't wanna face love, didn't know the truth Need\nSo clear to me now, babe  You are all I need\n'Cause in my heart\n[Chorus: Amerie & Sample]\nIn my heart you're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nIn my heart you're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nNeed\nYou're all that I Need\n\n[Post-Chorus: Amerie & Sample]\nAyy Need\nI've never Ayy Need\nAyy, never felt like this\nYou're all Need\n\n[Verse 2: Amerie & Sample]\nI feel like you're the only one Need\nI feel this loneliness undone Need\nAnd I just can't see myself\nWithout me in your arms In your arms Need\nIf I had one last sunset to see Need\nOne day, one last deep breath to breathe Need\nNo tears would fall, knowing that you're\nYou are all I need All I need\nYou might also like[Chorus: Amerie & Sample]\nIn my heart, you're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nSaid you're all I need, babe\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need Yeah\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nNeed\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need Yeah\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need Everything I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nNever thought, never thought I would feel like I do\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nStay right here\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nNeed\n[Outro: Amerie & Sample]\nNeed\nNeed I never\nNeed Never felt like this\nNeed All I need, yeah\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nOh, you're all I need, yeah\nYou are all I need\nNeed\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need, yeah\nYou're all I need\nEverything I need You're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou're all I need\nYou are all I need",1
3040,Bikini_Kill___Reject_All_American,anger,"""Reject All American  [Verse 1]\nRegimented\nDesignated\nMass acceptance\nOverrated\n\n[Refrain]\nLip sync apology\nLip sync salutations\nLip sync teen anthem\nLip sync obligation\n[Verse 2]\nIf you work hard\nYou'll succeed\nA starrin' role on Nothing Incorporated\nIncorporated, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nReject all American\nReject all American\nReject all American\nReject all American\n\n[Verse 3]\nGets good grades\nPlays guitar\nHe's all the rage\nOn Nothing Incorporated\n\n[Refrain]\nIncorporated\nIncorporated\nIncorporated\n\n[Verse 4]\nGets good grades and plays guitar\nThinks he's cool but really is not\nSee Bikini Kill LiveGet tickets as low as $29You might also like[Refrain]\nReject sports car\nReject mausoleum\nReject sports car\nReject mausoleum\n\n[Chorus]\nReject all American\nReject all American\nReject all American\nReject all American",3
363,Adam_Lambert___Down_The_Rabbit_Hole,happy,"""Down the Rabbit Hole  [Verse 1]\nBreak out all the mechanical\nStep right up to the freaky and tangible\nHands uncuffed, take the leash on this animal\nIf it’s gettin' hyphy, hit me with a night stick\nSlip right into your stripper shoes\nRoll the dice, I got snake eyes and déjà vu\nPoppin' off, fire melted with bally-hoo?\nTune in Tune in\nTurn on Turn on\nDrop out\n[Chorus]\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nGet away from all we know\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nEven hoes and gigolos\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nQuick, slow, high or low\nYou’re never going to know for sure\nSee in stereo\nDown the rabbit hole\nOoh\n\n[Verse 2]\nCatnip and honey, teatime and all over town\nAll over town, all over town\nHouses of candy, build 'em up and then burn 'em down\nBurn 'em down, just burn 'em down\nIt melts in your face and not in your arm\nIt starts in the bass and it ends in a crystal ball, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nGet away from all we know\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nEven hoes and gigolos\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nDisco rodeo\nMy kaleidoscope\nCleopatra knows\nWhat's down the rabbit hole\n\n[Chorus]\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nGet away from all we know\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\nGoing down the rabbit hole\nEven hoes and gigolos\nCome on, follow\nCome on and follow me\n\n[Outro]\nQuick, slow, high or low\nYou’re never gonna know for sure\nSee in stereo\nDown the rabbit hole1",0
3099,Billie_Holiday___It_Had_To_Be_You,happy,"""It Had to Be You  It had to be you, it had to be you\nI wandered around and finally found, that somebody\nWho could make me be true\nCould make me be blue\nAnd even be glad just to be sad, thinking of you\n\nSome others I've seen might never be mean\nMight never be cross, or try to be boss\nBut they wouldn't do\n\nFor nobody else gave me a thrill\nWith all your faults, I love you still\nIt had to be you, wonderful you\nIt had to be you ...\nIt had to be you, it had to be you\nI wandered around and finally found, that somebody\nWho could make me be true\nCould make me be blue\nAnd even be glad just to be sad, thinking of you\n\nSome others I've seen might never be mean\nMight never be cross, or try to be boss\nBut they wouldn't do\n\nFor nobody else gave me a thrill\nWith all your faults, I love you still\nIt had to be you, wonderful you\nIt had to be you ...",0
5052,Catherine_Wheel___Fripp,sad,"""Fripp  There's a shark shaped fin\nIn the water of my dreams\nAn alligator screams from the depths there\nI'd swim with you there\nI'd swim with you there, yeah yeah\n\nIn the house that I use\nThere's a psycho on the loose\nHe's playing with the fuse of a bomb there\nI could live with you there\nI could live with you there\nBye bye long day\nI need to sleep so much\nYou shine on me\nToo much is not enough\n\nOn the sheets and pillow case\nIn my bed for heaven's sake\nThe devil's dancing until late in my head there\nBut I could sleep with you there\nI could sleep with you there\n\nAlways\nAlways\n\nBye bye long day I need to sleep so much\nNineteen hours straight\nToo much is not enough\nToo much is not enough\nToo much is not enough\nToo much is not enough\n\nToo much is not enough\nUndivide your love\nUndivide your love",1
2715,Bell_X1___Trampoline,happy,"""Trampoline  She had mixed me\nWith someone she once seen\nProjected on her screen\nNow I'm blue tacked above her feet\nSo go lightly don't wake her\nLet her dream\n\nReflecting off the roof\nThe whole world, it shimmers for you\nOn a tree lined road\nMy body took leave of my soul\n'Hold on tight oblivion' she screams\nShe's so strong when she's\nDigging into me\nMy head almost broke my heart\nPerfection takes me years\nTo unravel and maul apart\nThe Trampoline is getting torn\nLanding hard and taking off\nWhat now must I use\nTo get us both airborne\n\nI press green to play\nBut the dial tone encores for me\nI try to dodge the cracks\nSo not to hex it or paint it black\nI'm starting feel tremor of faith\nBut never before on this scale\n\nYou and I\nAlways had someone to talk us down\nYou and I\nLearned how to live without solid ground\nYou and I\nJump up and down on\nThese straining ties\nThat were guaranteed to bind",0
2652,Bedouin_Soundclash___Nothing_To_Say,happy,"'Nothing To Say  The rocky red ocean ohhh\nThe news of arrival ohhh\nDown in the marketplace\nI came to hear this man say ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh\nHe had, nothing to sayX8\n\nBorn in the blue marketohhh\nWhen lightning collidedohhhh\nDown in the marketplace\nI came to hear this man say ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh\nHe had nothing to say X8\nMy name is Bilbokaohhh\nMy name is Elowenohhh\nDown in the market place\nI came to hear this man say ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh\nHe had, nothing to say,X8You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2243,Ayreon___2084,sad,"""2084  Silence fills the air;\nEchoes fade away\nSadness and despair\nOn that cruel and fateful day\n\nMy body lies motionless\nUpon the kitchen floor\nThe Earth has died, the world's at rest:\n2084\n\nMany centuries ago\nIn a dark, enchanted land\nOur fate had been foretold\nBy a poor, misguided man\nWe carried on down the road we chose-\nThe path of Nevermore\nThe journey ends, the book is closed\n2084\nAnd now I have to leave, my work on Earth is done\nI'm heading for the planet known as Mars\nTo the last of its race, the final newborn son\nBefore I start my voyage to the stars\n\nAnd now I have to leave, my work on Earth is done\nI'm heading for the planet known as Mars\nTo the last of its race, the final newborn son\nBefore I start my voyage to the stars\n\nMy body lies motionless\nUpon the kitchen floor\nThe Earth has died, the world's at rest\n2084...",1
4031,Boyz_N_Da_Hood___Everybody_Know_Me_Explicit_Album_Version,anger,"'Names of People Chapter 1  \xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0\xa0 CHAPTER ONE\n\nNAMES OF PEOPLE: THE DUCHESSE DE GUERMANTES — SAINT-LOUP AT DONCIÈRES — MME. DE VILLEPARISIS AT HOME — MY GRANDMOTHER’S ILLNESS — BERGOTTE’S ILLNESS — THE DUKE AND THE DOCTOR — DECLINE AND DEATH OF MY GRANDMOTHER\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The twittering of the birds at daybreak sounded insipid to Françoise. Every word uttered by the maids upstairs made her jump; disturbed by all their running about, she kept asking herself what they could be doing. In other words, we had moved. Certainly the servants had made no less noise in the attics of our old home; but she knew them, she had made of their comings and goings familiar events. Now she faced even silence with a strained attention. And as our new neighbourhood appeared to be as quiet as the boulevard on to which we had hitherto looked had been noisy, the song distinct at a distance, when it was still quite faint, like an orchestralmotif of a passer-by brought tears to the eyes of a Françoise in exile. And so if I had been tempted to laugh at her in her misery at having to leave a house in which she was ‘so well respected on all sides’ and had packed her trunks with tears, according to the Use of Combray, declaring superior to all possible houses that which had been ours, on the other hand I, who found it as hard to assimilate new as I found it easy to abandon old conditions, I felt myself drawn towards our old servant when I saw that this installation of herself in a building where she had not received from the hall-porter, who did not yet know us, the marks of respect necessary to her moral wellbeing, had brought her positively to the verge of dissolution. She alone could understand what I was feeling; certainly her young footman was not the person to do so; for him, who was as unlike the Combray type as it was possible to conceive, packing up, moving, living in another district, were all like taking a holiday in which the novelty of one’s surroundings gave one the same sense of refreshment as if one had actually travelled; he thought he was in the country; and a cold in the head afforded him, as though he had been sitting in a draughty railway carriage, the delicious sensation of having seen the world; at each fresh sneeze he rejoiced that he had found so smart a place, having always longed to be with people who travelled a lot. And so, without giving him a thought, I went straight to Françoise, who, in return for my having laughed at her tears over a removal which had left me cold, now shewed an icy indifference to my sorrow, but because she shared it. The ‘sensibility’ claimed by neurotic people is matched by their egotism; they cannot abide the flaunting by others of the sufferings to which they pay an ever increasing attention in themselves. Françoise, who would not allow the least of her own ailments to pass unnoticed, if I were in pain would turn her head from me so that I should not have the satisfaction of seeing my sufferings pitied, or so much as observed. It was the same as soon as I tried to speak to her about our new house. Moreover, having been obliged, a day or two later, to return to the house we had just left, to retrieve some clothes which had been overlooked in our removal, while I, as a result of it, had still a ‘temperature,’ and like a boa constrictor that has just swallowed an ox felt myself painfully distended by the sight of a long trunk which my eyes had still to digest, Françoise, with true feminine inconstancy, came back saying that she had really thought she would stifle on our old boulevard, it was so stuffy, that she had found it quite a day’s journey to get there, that never had she seen such stairs, that she would not go back to live there for a king’s ransom, not if you were to offer her millions — a pure hypothesis — and that everything everything, that is to say, to do with the kitchen and ‘usual offices’ was much better fitted up in the new house. Which, it is high time now that the reader should be told — and told also that we had moved into it because my grandmother, not having been at all well though we took care to keep this reason from her, was in need of better air — was a flat forming part of the Hôtel de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the age when a Name, offering us an image of the unknowable which we have poured into its mould, while at the same moment it connotes for us also an existing place, forces us accordingly to identify one with the other to such a point that we set out to seek in a city for a soul which it cannot embody but which we have no longer the power to expel from the sound of its name, it is not only to towns and rivers that names give an individuality, as do allegorical paintings, it is not only the physical universe which they pattern with differences, people with marvels, there is the social universe also; and so every historic house, in town or country, has its lady or its fairy, as every forest has its spirit, as there is a nymph for every stream. Sometimes, hidden in the heart of its name, the fairy is transformed to suit the life of our imagination by which she lives; thus it was that the atmosphere in which Mme. de Guermantes existed in me, after having been for years no more than the shadow cast by a magic lantern slide or the light falling through a painted window, began to let its colours fade when quite other dreams impregnated it with the bubbling coolness of her flowing streams\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And yet the fairy must perish if we come in contact with the real person to whom her name corresponds, for that person the name then begins to reflect, and she has in her nothing of the fairy; the fairy may revive if we remove ourself from the person, but if we remain in her presence the fairy definitely dies and with her the name, as happened to the family of Lusignan, which was fated to become extinct on the day when the fairy Mélusine should disappear. Then the Name, beneath our successive ‘restorations’ of which we may end by finding, as their original, the beautiful portrait of a strange lady whom we are never to meet, is nothing more than the mere photograph, for identification, to which we refer in order to decide whether we know, whether or not we ought to bow to a person who passes us in the street. But let a sensation from a bygone year — like those recording instruments which preserve the sound and the manner of the various artists who have sung or played into them — enable our memory to make us hear that name with the particular ring with which it then sounded in our ears, then, while the name itself has apparently not changed, we feel the distance that separates the dreams which at different times its same syllables have meant to us. For a moment, from the clear echo of its warbling in some distant spring, we can extract, as from the little tubes which we use in painting, the exact, forgotten, mysterious, fresh tint of the days which we had believed ourself to be recalling, when, like a bad painter, we were giving to the whole of our past, spread out on the same canvas, the tones, conventional and all alike, of our unprompted memory. Whereas on the contrary, each of the moments that composed it employed, for an original creation, in a matchless harmony, the colour of those days which we no longer know, and which, for that matter, will still suddenly enrapture me if by any chance the name ‘Guermantes,’ resuming for a moment, after all these years, the sound, so different from its sound to-day, which it had for me on the day of Mile. Percepied’s marriage, brings back to me that mauve — so delicate, almost too bright, too new — with which the billowy scarf of the young Duchess glowed, and, like two periwinkle flowers, growing beyond reach and blossoming now again, her two eyes, sunlit with an azure smile. And the name Guermantes of those days is also like one of those little balloons which have been filled wilh oxygen, or some such gas; when I come to explode it, to make it emit what it contains, I breathe the air of the Combray of that year, of that day, mingled with a fragrance of hawthorn blossom blown by the wind from the corner of the square, harbinger of rain, which now sent the sun packing, now let him spread himself over the red woollen carpet to the sacristy, steeping it in a bright geranium scarlet, with that, so to speak, Wagnerian harmony in its gaiety which makes the wedding service always impressive. But even apart from rare moments such as these, in which suddenly we feel the original entity quiver and resume its form, carve itself out of the syllables now soundless, dead; if, in the giddy rush of daily life, in which they serve only the most practical purposes, names have lost all their colour, like a prismatic top that spins too quickly and seems only grey, when, on the other hand, in our musings we reflect, we seek, so as to return to the past, to slacken, to suspend the perpetual motion by which we are borne alcng, gradually we see once more appear, side by side, but entirely distinct from one another, the tints which in the course of our existence have been successively presented to us by a single name\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0What form was assumed in my mind by this name Guermantes when my first nurse — knowing no more, probably, than I know to-day in whose honour it had been composed — sang me to sleep with that old ditty, Gloire à la Marquise de Guermantes, or when, some years later, the veteran Maréchal de Guermantes, making my nursery-maid’s bosom swell with pride, stopped in the Champs-Elysées to remark: “A fine child that!” and gave me a chocolate drop from his comfit-box, I cannot, of course, now say. Those years of my earliest childhood are no longer a part of myself; they are external to me; I can learn nothing of them save as we learn things that happened before we were born — from the accounts given me by other people. But more recently I find in the period of that name’s occupation of me seven or eight different shapes which it has successively assumed; the earliest were the most beautiful; gradually my musings, forced by reality to abandon a position that was no longer tenable, established themselves anew in one slightly less advanced until they were obliged to retire still farther. And, with Mme. de Guermantes, was transformed simultaneously her dwelling, itself also the offspring of that name, fertilised from year to year by some word or other that came to my ears and modulated the tone of my musings; that dwelling of hers reflected them in its very stones, which had turned to mirrors, like the surface of a cloud or of a lake. A dungeon keep without mass, no more indeed than a band of orange light from the summit of which the lord and his lady dealt out life and death to their vassals, had given place — right at the end of that ‘Guermantes way’ along which, on so many summer afternoons, I retraced with my parents the course of the Vivonne — to that land of bubbling streams where the Duchess taught me to fish for trout and to know the names of the flowers whose red and purple clusters adorned the walls of the neighbouring gardens; then it had been the ancient heritage, famous in song and story, from which the proud race of Guermantes, like a carved and mellow tower that traverses the ages, had risen already over France when the sky was still empty at those points where, later, were to rise Notre Dame of Paris and Notre Dame of Chartres, when on the summit of the hill of Laon the nave of its cathedral had not yet been poised, like the Ark of the Deluge on the summit of Mount Ararat, crowded with Patriarchs and Judges anxiously leaning from its windows to see whether the wrath of God were yet appeased, carrying with it the types of the vegetation that was to multiply on the earth, brimming over with animals which have escaped even by the towers, where oxen grazing calmly upon the roof look down over the plains of Champagne; when the traveller who left Beauvais at the close of day did not yet see, following him and turning with his road, outspread against the gilded screen of the western sky, the black, ribbed wings of the cathedral. It was, this ‘Guermantes,’ like the scene of a novel, an imaginary landscape which I could with difficulty picture to myself and longed all the more to discover, set in the midst of real lands and roads which all of a sudden would become alive with heraldic details, within a few miles of a railway station; I recalled the names of the places round it as if they had been situated at the foot of Parnassus or of Helicon, and they seemed precious to me, as the physical conditions — in the realm of topographical science — required for the production of an unaccountable phenomenon. I saw again the escutcheons blazoned beneath the windows of Combray church; their quarters filled, century after century, with all the lordships which, by marriage or conquest, this illustrious house had brought flying to it from all the corners of Germany, Italy and France; vast territories in the North, strong cities in the South, assembled there to group themselves in Guermantes, and, losing their material quality, to inscribe allegorically their dungeon vert, or castle triple-towered argent upon its azure field. I had heard of the famous tapestries of Guermantes, I could see them, mediaeval and blue, a trifle coarse, detach themselves like a floating cloud from the legendary, amaranthine name at the foot of the ancient forest in which Childebert went so often hunting; and this delicate, mysterious background of their lands, this vista of the ages, it seemed to me that, as effectively as by journeying to see them, I might penetrate all their secrets simply by coming in contact for a moment in Paris with Mme. de Guermantes, the princess paramount of the place and lady of the lake, as if her face, her speech must possess the local charm of forest groves and streams, and the same secular peculiarities as the old customs recorded in her archives. But then I had met Saint-Loup; he had told me that the castle had borne the name of Guermantes only since the seventeenth century, when that family had acquired it. They had lived, until then, in the neighbourhood, but their title was not taken from those parts. The village of Guermantes had received its name from the castle round which it had been built, and so that it should not destroy the view from the castle, a servitude, still in force, traced the line of its streets and limited the height of its houses. As for the tapestries, they were by Boucher, bought in the nineteenth century by a Guermantes with a taste for the arts, and hung, interspersed with a number of sporting pictures of no merit which he himself had painted, in a hideous drawing-room upholstered in ‘adrianople’ and plush. By these revelations Saint-Loup had introduced into the castle elements foreign to the name of Guermantes which made it impossible for me to continue to extract solely from the resonance of the syllables the stone and mortar of its walls. And so, in the heart of the name, was effaced the castle mirrored in its lake, and what now became apparent to me, surrounding Mme. de Guermantes as her dwelling, had been her house in Paris, the Hôtel de Guermantes, limpid like its name, for no material and opaque element intervened to interrupt and blind its transparence. As the word church signifies not only the temple but the assembly of the faithful also, this Hôtel de Guermantes comprised all those who shared the life of the Duchess, but these intimates on whom I had never set eyes were for me only famous and poetic names, and knowing exclusively persons who themselves also were names only, did but enhance and protect the mystery of the Duchess by extending all round her a vast halo which at the most declined in brilliance as its circumference increased\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the parties which she gave, since I could not imagine the guests as having any bodies, any moustaches, any boots, as making any utterances that were commonplace, or even original in a human and rational way, this whirlpool of names, introducing less material substance than would a phantom banquet or a spectral ball, round that statuette in Dresden china which was Madame de Guermantes, kept for her palace of glass the transparence of a showcase. Then, after Saint-Loup had told me various anecdotes about his cousin’s chaplain, her gardener, and the rest, the Hôtel de Guermantes had become — as the Louvre might have been in days gone by — a kind of castle, surrounded, in the very heart of Paris, by its own domains, acquired by inheritance, by virtue of an ancient right that had quaintly survived, over which she still enjoyed feudal privileges. But this last dwelling itself vanished when we had come to live beside Mme. de Villeparisis in one of the flats adjoining that occupied by Mme. de Guermantes in a wing of the Hôtel. It was one of those old town houses, a few of which are perhaps still to be found, in which the court of honour — whether they were alluvial deposits washed there by the rising tide of democracy, or a legacy from a more primitive time when the different trades were clustered round the overlord — is flanked by little shops and workrooms, a shoemaker’s, for instance, or a tailor’s, such as we see nestling between the buttresses of those cathedrals which the aesthetic zeal of the restorer has not swept clear of such accretions; a porter who also does cobbling, keeps hens, grows flowers, and, at the far end, in the main building, a ‘Comtesse’ who, when she drives out in her old carriage and pair, flaunting on her hat a few nasturtiums which seem to have escaped from the plot by the porter’s lodge with, by the coachman’s side on the box, a footman who gets down to leave cards at every aristocratic mansion in the neighbourhood, scatters vague little smiles and waves her hand in greeting to the porter’s children and to such of her respectable fellow-tenants as may happen to be passing, who, to her contemptuous affability and levelling pride, seem all the same\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the house in which we had now come to live, the great lady at the end of the courtyard was a Duchess, smart and still quite young. She was, in fact, Mme. de Guermantes and, thanks to Françoise, I soon came to know all about her household. For the Guermantes to whom Françoise regularly alluded as the people ‘below,’ or ‘downstairs’ were her constant preoccupation from the first thing in the morning when, as she did Mamma’s hair, casting a forbidden, irresistible, furtive glance down into the courtyard, she would say: “Look at that, now; a pair of holy Sisters; that’ll be for downstairs, surely;” or, “Oh! just look at the fine pheasants in the kitchen window; no need to ask where they came from, the Duke will have been out with his gun!”— until the last thing at night when, if her ear, while she was putting out my night-things, caught a few notes of a song, she would conclude: “They’re having company down below; gay doings, I’ll be bound;” whereupon, in her symmetrical face, beneath the arch of her now snow-white hair, a smile from her young days, sprightly but proper, would for a moment set each of her features in its place, arranging them in an intricate and special order, as though for a country-dance\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the moment in the life of the Guermantes which excited the keenest interest in Françoise, gave her the most complete satisfaction and at the same time the sharpest annoyance was that at which, the two halves of the great gate having been thrust apart, the Duchess stepped into her carriage. It was generally a little while after our servants had finished the celebration of that sort of solemn passover which none might disturb, called their midday dinner, during which they were so far taboo that my father himself was not allowed to ring for them, knowing moreover that none of them would have paid any more attention to the fifth peal than to the first, and that the discourtesy would therefore have been a pure waste of time and trouble, though not without trouble in store for himself. For Françoise who, in her old age, lost no opportunity of standing upon her dignity would without fail have presented him, for the rest of the day, with a face covered with the tiny red cuneiform hieroglyphs by which she made visible — though by no means legible — to the outer world the long tale of her griefs and the profound reasons for her dissatisfactions. She would enlarge upon them, too, in a running ‘aside,’ but not so that we could catch her words. She called this practice — which, she imagined, must be infuriating, ‘mortifying’ as she herself put it,‘vexing’ to us —‘saying low masses all the blessed day.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The last rites accomplished, Françoise, who was at one and the same time, as in the primitive church, the celebrant and one of the faithful, helped herself to a final glass, undid the napkin from her throat, folded it after wiping from her lips a stain of watered wine and coffee, slipped it into its ring, turned a doleful eye to thank ‘her’ young footman who, to shew his zeal in her service, was saying: “Come, ma’am, a drop more of the grape; it’s d’licious to-day,” and went straight across to the window, which she flung open, protesting that it was too hot to breathe in ‘this wretched kitchen.’ Dexterously casting, as she turned the latch and let in the fresh air, a glance of studied indifference into the courtyard below, she furtively elicited the conclusion that the Duchess was not ready yet to start, brooded for a moment with contemptuous, impassioned eyes over the waiting carriage, and, this meed of attention once paid to the things of the earth, raised them towards the heavens, whose purity she had already divined from the sweetness of the air and the warmth of the sun; and let them rest on a corner of the roof, at the place where, every spring, there came and built, immediately over the chimney of my bedroom, a pair of pigeons like those she used to hear cooing from her kitchen at Combray\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! Combray, Combray!” she cried. And the almost singing tone in which she declaimed this invocation might, taken with the Arlesian purity of her features, have made the onlooker suspect her of a Southern origin and that the lost land which she was lamenting was no more, really, than a land of adoption. If so, he would have been wrong, for it seems that there is no province that has not its own South-country; do we not indeed constantly meet Savoyards and Bretons in whose speech we find all those pleasing transpositions of longs and shorts that are characteristic of the Southerner? “Ah, Combray, when shall I look on thee again, poor land! When shall I pass the blessed day among thy hawthorns, under our own poor lily-oaks, hearing the grasshoppers sing, and the Vivonne making a little noise like someone whispering, instead of that wretched bell from our young master, who can never stay still for half an hour on end without having me run the length of that wicked corridor. And even then he makes out I don’t come quick enough; you’d need to hear the bell ring before he has pulled it, and if you’re a minute late, away he flies into the most towering rage. Alas, poor Combray; maybe I shall see thee only in death, when they drop me like a stone into the hollow of the tomb. And so, nevermore shall I smell thy lovely hawthorns, so white and all. But in the sleep of death I dare say I shall still hear those three peals of the bell which will have driven me to damnation in this world.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Her soliloquy was interrupted by the voice of the waistcoat-maker downstairs, the same who had so delighted my grandmother once, long ago, when she had gone to pay a call on Mme. de Villeparisis, and now occupied no less exalted a place in Franchise’s affections. Having raised his head when he heard our window open, he had already been trying for some time to attract his neighbour’s attention, in order to bid her good day. The coquetry of the young girl that Françoise had once been softened and refined for M. Jupien the querulous face of our old cook, dulled by age, ill-temper and the heat of the kitchen fire, and it was with a charming blend of reserve, familiarity and modesty that she bestowed a gracious salutation on the waistcoat-maker, but without making any audible response, for if she did infringe Mamma’s orders by looking into the courtyard, she would never have dared to go the length of talking from the window, which would have been quite enough according to her to bring down on her ‘a whole chapter’ from the Mistress. She pointed to the waiting carriage, as who should say: “A fine pair, eh!” though what she actually muttered was: “What an old rattle-trap!” but principally because she knew that he would be bound to answer, putting his hand to his lips so as to be audible without having to shout:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You could have one too if you liked, as good as they have and better, I dare say, only you don’t care for that sort of thing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And Franoise, after a modest, evasive signal of delight, the meaning of which was, more or less: “Tastes differ, you know; simplicity’s the rule in this house,” shut the window again in case Mamma should come in. These ‘you’ who might have had more horses than the Guermantes were ourselves, but Jupien was right in saying ‘you’ since, except for a few purely personal gratifications, such as, when she coughed all day long without ceasing and everyone in the house was afraid of catching her cold, that of pretending, with an irritating little titter, that she had not got a cold, like those plants that an animal to which they are wholly attached keeps alive with food which it catches, eats and digests for them and of which it offers them the ultimate and easily assimilable residue, Françoise lived with us in full community; it was we who, with our virtues, our wealth, our style of living, must take on ourselves the task of concocting those little sops to her vanity out of which was formed — with the addition of the recognised rights of freely practising the cult of the midday dinner according to the traditional custom, which included a mouthful of air at the window when the meal was finished, a certain amount of loitering in the street when she went out to do her marketing, and a holiday on Sundays when she paid a visit to her niece — the portion of happiness indispensable to her existence. And so it can be understood that Françoise might well have succumbed in those first days of our migration, a victim, in a house where my father’s claims to distinction were not yet known, to a malady which she herself called ‘wearying,’ wearying in the active sense in which the word ennui is employed by Corneille, or in the last letters of soldiers who end by taking their own lives because they are wearying for their girls or for their native villages. Françoise’s wearying had soon been cured by none other than Jupien, for he at once procured her a pleasure no less keen, indeed more refined than she would have felt if we had decided to keep a carriage. “Very good class, those Juliens,” for Françoise readily assimilated new names to those with which she was already familiar “very worthy people; you can see it written on their faces.” Jupien was in fact able to understand, and to inform the world that if we did not keep a carriage it was because we had no wish for one. This new friend of Françoise was very little at home, having obtained a post in one of the Government offices. A waistcoat-maker first of all, with the ‘chit of a girl’ whom my grandmother had taken for his daughter, he had lost all interest in the exercise of that calling after his assistant who, when still little more than a child, had shewn great skill in darning a torn skirt, that day when my grandmother had gone to call on Mme. de Villeparisis had turned to ladies’ fashions and become a seamstress. A prentice hand, to begin with, in a dressmaker’s workroom, set to stitch a seam, to fasten a flounce, to sew on a button or to press a crease, to fix a waistband with hooks and eyes, she had quickly risen to be second and then chief assistant, and having formed a connexion of her own among ladies of fashion now worked at home, that is to say in our courtyard, generally with one or two of her young friends from the workroom, whom she had taken on as apprentices. After this, Jupien’s presence in the place had ceased to matter. No doubt the little girl a big girl by this time had often to cut out waistcoats still. But with her friends to assist her she needed no one besides. And so Jupien, her uncle, had sought employment outside. He was free at first to return home at midday, then, when he had definitely succeeded the man whose substitute only he had begun by being, not before dinner-time. His appointment to the ‘regular establishment’ was, fortunately, not announced until some weeks after our arrival, so that his courtesy could be brought to bear on her long enough to help Françoise to pass through the first, most difficult phase without undue suffering. At the same time, and without underrating his value to Françoise as, so to speak, a sedative during the period of transition, I am bound to say that my first impression of Jupien had been far from favourable. At a little distance, entirely ruining the effect that his plump cheeks and vivid colouring would otherwise have produced, his eyes, brimming with a compassionate, mournful, dreamy gaze, led one to suppose that he was seriously ill or had just suffered a great bereavement. Not only was he nothing of the sort, but as soon as he opened his mouth and his speech, by the way, was perfect he was quite markedly cynical and cold. There resulted from this discord between eyes and lips a certain falsity which was not attractive, and by which he had himself the air of being made as uncomfortable as a guest who arrives in morning dress at a party where everyone else is in evening dress, or as a commoner who having to speak to a Royal Personage does not know exactly how he ought to address him and gets round the difficulty by cutting down his remarks to almost nothing. Jupien’s here the comparison ends were, on the contrary, charming. Indeed, corresponding possibly to this overflowing of his face by his eyes which one ceased to notice when one came to know him, I soon discerned in him a rare intellect, and one of the most spontaneously literary that it has been my privilege to come across, in the sense that, probably without education, he possessed or had assimilated, with the help only of a few books skimmed in early life, the most ingenious turns of speech. The most gifted people that I had known had died young. And so I was convinced that Jupien’s life would soon be cut short. Kindness was among his qualities, and pity, the most delicate and the most generous feelings for others. But his part in the life of Françoise had soon ceased to be indispensable. She had learned to put up with understudies\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Indeed, when a tradesman or servant came to our door with a parcel or message, while seeming to pay no attention and merely pointing vaguely to an empty chair, Françoise so skilfully put to the best advantage the few seconds that he spent in the kitchen, while he waited for Mamma’s answer, that it was very seldom that the stranger went away without having ineradicably engraved upon his memory the conviction that, if we ‘did not have’ any particular thing, it was because we had ‘no wish’ for it. If she made such a point of other people’s knowing that we ‘had money’ for she knew nothing of what Saint-Loup used to call partitive articles, and said simply ‘have money,’ ‘fetch water’, of their realising that we were rich, it was not because riches with nothing else besides, riches without virtue, were in her eyes the supreme good in life; but virtue without riches was not her ideal either. Riches were for her, so to speak, a necessary condition of virtue, failing which virtue itself would lack both merit and charm. She distinguished so little between them that she had come in time to invest each with the other’s attributes, to expect some material comfort from virtue, to discover something edifying in riches\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As soon as she had shut the window again, which she did quickly — otherwise Mamma would, it appeared, have heaped on her ‘every conceivable insult’— Françoise began with many groans and sighs to put straight the kitchen table\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There are some Guermantes who stay in the Rue de la Chaise,” began my father’s valet; “I had a friend who used to be with them; he was their second coachman. And I know a fellow, not my old pal, but his brother-in-law, who did his time in the Army with one of the Baron de Guermantes’s stud grooms. Does your mother know you’re out?” added the valet, who was in the habit, just as he used to hum the popular airs of the season, of peppering his conversation with all the latest witticisms\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise, with the tired eyes of an ageing woman, eyes which moreover saw everything from Combray, in a hazy distance, made out not the witticism that underlay the words, but that there must be something witty in them since they bore no relation to the rest of his speech and had been uttered with considerable emphasis by one whom she knew to be a joker. She smiled at him, therefore, with an air of benevolent bewilderment, as who should say: “Always the same, that Victor!” And she was genuinely pleased, knowing that listening to smart sayings of this sort was akin — if remotely — to those reputable social pleasures for which, in every class of society, people make haste to dress themselves in their best and run the risk of catching cold. Furthermore, she believed the valet to be a friend after her own heart, for he never left off denouncing, with fierce indignation, the appalling measures which the Republic was about to enforce against the clergy. Françoise had not yet learned that our cruellest adversaries are not those who contradict and try to convince us, but those who magnify or invent reports which may make us unhappy, taking care not to include any appearance of justification, which might lessen our discomfort, and perhaps give us some slight regard for a party which they make a point of displaying to us, to complete our torment, as being at once terrible and triumphant\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Duchess must be connected with all that lot,” said Françoise, bringing the conversation back to the Guermantes of the Rue de la Chaise, as one plays a piece over again from the andante. “I can’t recall who it was told me that one of them had married a cousin of the Duke. It’s the same kindred, anyway. Ay, they’re a great family, the Guermantes!” she added, in a tone of respect founding the greatness of the family at once on the number of its branches and the brilliance of its connexions, as Pascal founds the truth of Religion on Reason and on the Authority of the Scriptures. For since there was but the single word ‘great’ to express both meanings, it seemed to her that they formed a single idea, her vocabulary, like cut stones sometimes, shewing thus on certain of its facets a flaw which projected a ray of darkness into the recesses of her mind. “I wonder now if it wouldn’t be them that have their castle at Guermantes, not a score of miles from Combray; then they must be kin to their cousin at Algiers, too.” My mother and I long asked ourselves who this cousin at Algiers could be until finally we discovered that Françoise meant by the name ‘Algiers’ the town of Angers. What is far off may be more familiar to us than what is quite near. Françoise, who knew the name ‘Algiers’ from some particularly unpleasant dates that used to be given us at the New Year, had never heard of Angers. Her language, like the French language itself, and especially that of place-names, was thickly strewn with errors. “I meant to talk to their butler about it. What is it again you call him?” she interrupted herself as though putting a formal question as to the correct procedure, which she went on to answer with: “Oh, of course, it’s Antoine you call him!” as though Antoine had been a title. “He’s the one who could tell me, but he’s quite the gentleman, he is, a great scholar, you’d say they’d cut his tongue out, or that he’d forgotten to learn to speak. He makes no response when you talk to him,” went on Françoise, who used ‘make response’ in the same sense as Mme. de Sévigné. “But,” she added, quite untruthfully, “so long as I know what’s boiling in my pot, I don’t bother my head about what’s in other people’s. Whatever he is, he’s not a Catholic. Besides, he’s not a courageous man.” This criticism might have led one to suppose that Françoise had changed her mind about physical bravery which, according to her, in Combray days, lowered men to the level of wild beasts. But it was not so. ‘Courageous’ meant simply a hard worker. “They do say, too, that he’s thievish as a magpie, but it doesn’t do to believe all one hears. The servants never stay long there because of the lodge; the porters are jealous and set the Duchess against them. But it’s safe to say that he’s a real twister, that Antoine, and his Antoinesse is no better,” concluded Françoise, who, in furnishing the name ‘Antoine’ with a feminine ending that would designate the butler’s wife, was inspired, no doubt, in her act of word-formation by an unconscious memory of the words chanoine and chanoinesse. If so, she was not far wrong. There is still a street near Notre-Dame called Rue Chanoinesse, a name which must have been given to it since it was never inhabited by any but male Canons by those Frenchmen of olden days of whom Françoise was, properly speaking, the contemporary. She proceeded, moreover, at once to furnish another example of this way of forming feminine endings, for she went on: “But one thing sure and certain is that it’s the Duchess that has Guermantes Castle. And it’s she that is the Lady Mayoress down in those parts. That’s always something.”\nYou might also like\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can well believe that it is something,” came with conviction from the footman, who had not detected the irony\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You think so, do you, my boy, you think it’s something? Why, for folk like them to be Mayor and Mayoress, it’s just thank you for nothing. Ah, if it was mine, that Guermantes Castle, you wouldn’t see me setting foot in Paris, I can tell you. I’m sure a family who’ve got something to go on with, like Monsieur and Madame here, must have queer ideas to stay on in this wretched town rather than get away down to Combray the moment they’re free to start, and no one hindering them. Why do they put off retiring? They’ve got everything they want. Why wait till they’re dead? Ah, if I had only a crust of dry bread to eat and a faggot to keep me warm in winter, a fine time I’d have of it at home in my brother’s poor old house at Combray. Down there you do feel you’re alive; you haven’t all these houses stuck up in front of you, there is so little noise at night-time, you can hear the frogs singing five miles off and more.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That must indeed be fine!” exclaimed the young footman with enthusiasm, as though this last attraction had been as peculiar to Combray as the gondola is to Venice. A more recent arrival in the household than my father’s valet, he used to talk to Françoise about things which might interest not himself so much as her. And Françoise, whose face wrinkled up in disgust when she was treated as a mere cook, had for the young footman, who referred to her always as the ‘housekeeper,’ that peculiar tenderness which Princes not of the blood royal feel towards the well-meaning young men who dignify them with a ‘Highness.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “At any rate one knows what one’s about, there, and what time of year it is. It isn’t like here where you won’t find one wretched buttercup flowering at holy Easter any more than you would at Christmas, and I can’t hear so much as the tiniest angélus ring when I lift my old bones out of bed in the morning. Down there, you can hear every hour; there’s only the one poor bell, but you say to yourself: ‘My brother will be coming in from the field now,’ and you watch the daylight fade, and the bell rings to bless the fruits of the earth, and you have time to take a turn before you light the lamp. But here it’s daytime and it’s nighttime, and you go to bed, and you can’t say any more than the dumb beasts what you’ve been about all day.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I gather Méséglise is a fine place, too, Madame,” broke in the young footman, who found that the conversation was becoming a little too abstract for his liking, and happened to remember having heard us, at table, mention Méséglise\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh! Méséglise, is it?” said Françoise with the broad smile which one could always bring to her lips by uttering any of those names — Méséglise, Combray, Tansonville. They were so intimate a part of her life that she felt, on meeting them outside it, on hearing them used in conversation, a hilarity more or less akin to that which a professor excites in his class by making an allusion to some contemporary personage whose name the students had never supposed could possibly greet their ears from the height of the academic chair. Her pleasure arose also from the feeling that these places were something to her which they were not for the rest of the world, old companions with whom one has shared many delights; and she smiled at them as if she found in them something witty, because she did find there a great part of herself\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, you may well say so, son, it is a pretty enough place is Méséglise;” she went on with a tinkling laugh, “but how did you ever come to hear tell of Méséglise?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “How did I hear of Méséglise? But it’s a well-known place; people have told me about it — yes, over and over again,” he assured her with that criminal inexactitude of the informer who, whenever we attempt to form an impartial estimate of the importance that a thing which matters to us may have for other people, makes it impossible for us to succeed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can tell you, it’s better down there, under the cherry trees, than standing before the fire all day.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She spoke to them even of Eulalie as a good person. For since Eulalie’s death Françoise had completely forgotten that she had loved her as little in her lifetime as she loved every one whose cupboard was bare, who was dying of hunger, and after that came, like a good for nothing, thanks to the bounty of the rich, to ‘put on airs.’ It no longer pained her that Eulalie had so skilfully managed, Sunday after Sunday, to secure her ‘trifle’ from my aunt. As for the latter, Françoise never left off singing her praises\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But it was at Combray, surely, that you used to be, with a cousin of Madame?” asked the young footman\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, with Mme. Octave — oh, a dear, good, holy woman, my poor friends, and a house where there was always enough and to spare, and all of the very best, a good woman, you may well say, who had no pity on the partridges, or the pheasants, or anything; you might turn up five to dinner or six, it was never the meat that was lacking, and of the first quality too, and white wine, and red wine, and everything you could wish.” Françoise used the word ‘pity’ in the sense given it by Labruyère. “It was she that paid the damages, always, even if the family stayed for months and years.” This reflection was not really a slur upon us, for Françoise belonged to an epoch when the words ‘damages’ was not restricted to a legal use and meant simply expense. “Ah, I can tell you, people didn’t go empty away from that house. As his reverence the Curé has told us, many’s the time, if there ever was a woman who could count on going straight before the Throne of God, it was she. Poor Madame, I can hear her saying now, in the little voice she had: ‘You know, Françoise, I can eat nothing myself, but I want it all to be just as nice for the others as if I could.’ They weren’t for her, the victuals, you may be quite sure. If you’d only seen her, she weighed no more than a bag of cherries; there wasn’t that much of her. She would never listen to a word I said, she would never send for the doctor. Ah, it wasn’t in that house that you’d have to gobble down your dinner. She liked her servants to be fed properly. Here, it’s been just the same again to-day; we haven’t had time for so much as to break a crust of bread; everything goes like ducks and drakes.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0What annoyed her more than anything were the rusks of pulled bread that my father used to eat. She was convinced that he had them simply to give himself airs and to keep her ‘dancing.’ “I can tell you frankly,” the young footman assured her, “that I never saw the like.” He said it as if he had seen everything, and as if in him the range of a millennial experience extended over all countries and their customs, among which was not anywhere to be found a custom of eating pulled bread. “Yes, yes,” the butler muttered, “but that will all be changed; the men are going on strike in Canada, and the Minister told Monsieur the other evening that he’s clearing two hundred thousand francs out of it.” There was no note of censure in his tone, not that he was not himself entirely honest, but since he regarded all politicians as unsound the crime of peculation seemed to him less serious than the pettiest larceny. He did not even stop to ask himself whether he had heard this historic utterance aright, and was not struck by the improbability that such a thing would have been admitted by the guilty party himself to my father without my father’s immediately turning him out of the house. But the philosophy of Combray made it impossible for Françoise to expect that the strikes in Canada could have any repercussion on the use of pulled bread. “So long as the world goes round, look, there’ll be masters to keep us on the trot, and servants to do their bidding.” In disproof of this theory of perpetual motion, for the last quarter of an hour my mother who probably did not employ the same measures of time as Françoise in reckoning the duration of the latter’s dinner had been saying:\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What on earth can they be doing? They’ve been at least two hours at their dinner.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And she rang timidly three or four times. Françoise, ‘her’ footman, the butler, heard the bell ring, not as a summons to themselves, and with no thought of answering it, but rather like the first sounds of the instruments being tuned when the next part of a concert is just going to begin, and one knows that there will be only a few minutes more of interval. And so, when the peals were repeated and became more urgent, our servants began to pay attention, and, judging that they had not much time left and that the resumption of work was at hand, at a peal somewhat louder than the rest gave a collective sigh and went their several ways, the footman slipping downstairs to smoke a cigarette outside the door, Françoise, after a string of reflexions on ourselves, such as: “They’ve got the jumps to-day, surely,” going up to put her things tidy in her attic, while the butler, having supplied himself first with note-paper from my bedroom, polished off the arrears of his private correspondence\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Despite the apparent stiffness of their butler, Françoise had been in a position, from the first, to inform me that the Guermantes occupied their mansion by virtue not of an immemorial right but of a quite recent tenancy, and that the garden over which it looked on the side that I did not know was quite small and just like all the gardens along the street; and I realised at length that there were not to be seen there pit and gallows or fortified mill, secret chamber, pillared dovecot, manorial bakehouse or tithe-barn, dungeon or drawbridge, or fixed bridge either for that matter, any more than toll-houses or pinnacles, charters, muniments, ramparts or commemorative mounds. But just as Elstir, when the bay of Balbec, losing its mystery, had become for me simply a portion, interchangeable with any other, of the total quantity of salt water distributed over the earth’s surface, had suddenly restored to it a personality of its own by telling me that it was the gulf of opal, painted by Whistler in his ‘Harmonies in Blue and Silver,’ so the name Guermantes had seen perish under the strokes of Françoise’s hammer the last of the dwellings that had issued from its syllables when one day an old friend of my father said to us, speaking of the Duchess: “She is the first lady in the Faubourg Saint-Germain; hers is the leading house in the Faubourg Saint-Germain.” No doubt the most exclusive drawing-room, the leading house in the Faubourg Saint-Germain was little or nothing after all those other mansions of which in turn I had dreamed. And yet in this one too and it was to be the last of the series, there was something, however humble, quite apart from its material components, a secret differentiation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And it became all the more essential that I should be able to explore in the drawing-room of Mme. de Guermantes, among her friends, the mystery of her name, since I did not find it in her person when I saw her leave the house in the morning on foot, or in the afternoon in her carriage. Once before, indeed, in the church at Combray, she had appeared to me in the blinding flash of a transfiguration, with cheeks irreducible to, impenetrable by, the colour of the name Guermantes and of afternoons on the banks of the Vivonne, taking the place of my shattered dream like a swan or willow into which has been changed a god or nymph, and which henceforward, subjected to natural laws, will glide over the water or be shaken by the wind. And yet, when that radiance had vanished, hardly had I lost sight of it before it formed itself again, like the green and rosy afterglow of sunset after the sweep of the oar has broken it, and in the solitude of my thoughts the name had quickly appropriated to itself my impression of the face. But now, frequently, I saw her at her window, in the courtyard, in the street, and for myself at least if I did not succeed in integrating in her the name Guermantes, I cast the blame on the impotence of my mind to accomplish the whole act that I demanded of it; but she, our neighbour, she seemed to make the same error, nay more to make it without discomfiture, without any of my scruples, without even suspecting that it was an error. Thus Mme. de Guermantes shewed in her dresses the same anxiety to follow the fashions as if, believing herself to have become simply a woman like all the rest, she had aspired to that elegance in her attire in which other ordinary women might equal and perhaps surpass her; I had seen her in the street gaze admiringly at a well-dressed actress; and in the morning, before she sallied forth on foot, as if the opinion of the passers-by, whose vulgarity she accentuated by parading familiarly through their midst her inaccessible life, could be a tribunal competent to judge her, I would see her before the glass playing, with a conviction free from all pretence or irony, with passion, with ill-humour, with conceit, like a queen who has consented to appear as a servant-girl in theatricals at court, this part, so unworthy of her, of a fashionable woman; and in this mythological oblivion of her natural grandeur, she looked to see whether her veil was hanging properly, smoothed her cuffs, straightened her cloak, as the celestial swan performs all the movements natural to his animal species, keeps his eyes painted on either side of his beak without putting into them any glint of life, and darts suddenly after a bud or an umbrella, as a swan would, without remembering that he is a god. But as the traveller, disappointed by the first appearance of a strange town, reminds himself that he will doubtless succeed in penetrating its charm if he visits its museums and galleries, so I assured myself that, had I been given the right of entry into Mme. de Guermantes’s house, were I one of her friends, were I to penetrate into her life, I should then know what, within its glowing orange-tawny envelope, her name did really, objectively enclose for other people, since, after all, my father’s friend had said that the Guermantes set was something quite by itself in the Faubourg Saint-Germain\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The life which I supposed them to lead there flowed from a source so different from anything in my experience, and must, I felt, be so indissolubly associated with that particular house that I could not have imagined the presence, at the Duchess’s parties, of people in whose company I myself had already been, of people who really existed. For not being able suddenly to change their nature, they would have carried on conversations there of the sort that I knew; their partners would perhaps have stooped to reply to them in the same human speech; and, in the course of an evening spent in the leading house in the Faubourg Saint-Germain, there would have been moments identical with moments that I had already lived. Which was impossible. It was thus that my mind was embarrassed by certain difficulties, and the Presence of Our Lord’s Body in the Host seemed to me no more obscure a mystery than this leading house in the Faubourg, situated here, on the right bank of the river, and so near that from my bed, in the morning, I could hear its carpets being beaten. But the line of demarcation that separated me from the Faubourg Saint-Germain seemed to me all the more real because it was purely ideal. I felt clearly that it was already part of the Faubourg, when I saw the Guermantes doormat, spread out beyond that intangible Equator, of which my mother had made bold to say, having like myself caught a glimpse of it one day when their door stood open, that it was a shocking state. For the rest, how could their dining-room, their dim gallery upholstered in red plush, into which I could see sometimes from our kitchen window, have failed to possess in my eyes the mysterious charm of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, to form part of it in an essential fashion, to be geographically situated within it, since to have been entertained to dinner in that room was to have gone into the Faubourg Saint-Germain, to have breathed its atmosphere, since the people who, before going to table, sat down by the side of Mme. de Guermantes on the leather-covered sofa in that gallery were all of the Faubourg Saint-Germain. No doubt elsewhere than in the Faubourg, at certain parties, one might see now and then, majestically enthroned amid the vulgar herd of fashion, one of those men who were mere names and varyingly assumed, when one tried to form a picture of them, the aspect of a tournament or of a royal forest. But here, in the leading house in the Faubourg Saint-German, in the drawing-room, in the dim gallery, there were only they. They were wrought of precious materials, the columns that upheld the temple. Indeed for quiet family parties it was from among them only that Mme. de Guermantes might select her guests, and in the dinners for twelve, gathered around the dazzling napery and plate, they were like the golden statues of the Apostles in the Sainte-Chapelle, symbolic, consecrative pillars before the Holy Table. As for the tiny strip of garden that stretched between high walls at the back of the house, where on summer evenings Mme. de Guermantes had liqueurs and orangeade brought out after dinner, how could I not have felt that to sit there of an evening, between nine and eleven, on its iron chairs — endowed with a magic as potent as the leathern sofa — without inhaling the breezes peculiar to the Faubourg Saint-Germain was as impossible as to take a siesta in the oasis of Figuig without thereby being necessarily in Africa. Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere. Alas, those picturesque sites, those natural accidents, those local curiosities, those works of art of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, never probably should I be permitted to set my feet among them. And I must content myself with a shiver of excitement as I sighted, from the deep sea and without the least hope of ever landing there like an outstanding minaret, like the first palm, like the first signs of some exotic industry or vegetation, the well-trodden doormat of its shore\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But if the Hôtel de Guermantes began for me at its hall-door, its dependencies must be regarded as extending a long way farther, according to the Duke, who, looking on all the other tenants as farmers, peasants, purchasers of forfeited estates, whose opinion was of no account, shaved himself every morning in his nightshirt at the window, came down into the courtyard, according to the warmth or coldness of the day, in his shirtsleeves, in pyjamas, in a plaid coat of startling colours, with a shaggy nap, in little light-coloured coats shorter than the jackets beneath, and made one of his grooms lead past him at a trot some horse that he had just been buying. More than once, indeed, the horse broke the window of Jupien’s shop, whereupon Jupien, to the Duke’s indignation, demanded compensation. “If it were only in consideration of all the good that Madame la Duchesse does in the house, here, and in the parish,” said M. de Guermantes, “it is an outrage on this fellow’s part to claim a penny from us.” But Jupien had stuck to his point, apparently not having the faintest idea what ‘good’ the Duchess had ever done. And yet she did do good, but — since one cannot do good to everybody at once — the memory of the benefits that we have heaped on one person is a valid reason for our abstaining from helping another, whose discontent we thereby make all the stronger. From other points of view than that of charity the quarter appeared to the Duke — and this over a considerable area — to be only an extension of his courtyard, a longer track for his horses. After seeing how a new acquisition trotted by itself he would have it harnessed and taken through all the neighbouring streets, the groom running beside the carriage holding the reins, making it pass to and fro before the Duke who stood on the pavement, erect, gigantic, enormous in his vivid clothes, a cigar between his teeth, his head in the air, his eyeglass scrutinous, until the moment when he sprang on the box, drove the horse up and down for a little to try it, then set off with his new turn-out to pick up his mistress in the Champs-Elysées. M. de Guermantes bade good day, before leaving the courtyard, to two couples who belonged more or less to his world; the first, some cousins of his who, like working-class parents, were never at home to look after their children, since every morning the wife went off to the Schola to study counterpoint and fugue, and the husband to his studio to carve wood and beat leather; and after them the Baron and Baronne de Norpois, always dressed in black, she like a pew-opener and he like a mute at a funeral, who emerged several times daily on their way to church. They were the nephew and niece of the old Ambassador who was our friend, and whom my father had, in fact, met at the foot of the staircase without realising from where he came; for my father supposed that so important a personage, one who had come in contact with the most eminent men in Europe and was probably quite indifferent to the empty distinctions of rank, was hardly likely to frequent the society of these obscure, clerical and narrow-minded nobles. They had not been long in the place; Jupien, who had come out into the courtyard to say a word to the husband just as he was greeting M. de Guermantes, called him ‘M. Norpois,’ not being certain of his name\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Monsieur Norpois, indeed! Oh, that really is good! Just wait a little! This individual will be calling you Comrade Norpois next!” exclaimed M. de Guermantes, turning to the Baron. He was at last able to vent his spleen against Jupien who addressed him as ‘Monsieur,’ instead of ‘Monsieur le Duc.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day when M. de Guermantes required some information upon a matter of which my father had professional knowledge, he had introduced himself to him with great courtesy. After that, he had often some neighbourly service to ask of my father and, as soon as he saw him begin to come downstairs, his mind occupied with his work and anxious to avoid any interruption, the Duke, leaving his stable-boys, would come up to him in the courtyard, straighten the collar of his great-coat, with the serviceable deftness inherited from a line of royal body-servants in days gone by, take him by the hand, and, holding it in his own, patting it even to prove to my father, with a courtesan’s or courtier’s shamelessness, that he, the Duc de Guermantes, made no bargain about my father’s right to the privilege of contact with the ducal flesh, lead him, so to speak, on leash, extremely annoyed and thinking only how he might escape, through the carriage entrance out into the street. He had given us a sweeping bow one day when we had come in just as he was going out in the carriage with his wife; he was bound to have told her my name; but what likelihood was there of her remembering it, or my face either? And besides, what a feeble recommendation to be pointed out simply as being one of her tenants! Another, more valuable, would have been my meeting the Duchess in the drawing-room of Mme. de Villeparisis, who, as it happened, had just sent word by my grandmother that I was to go and see her, and, remembering that I had been intending to go in for literature, had added that I should meet several authors there. But my father felt that I was still a little young to go into society, and as the state of my health continued to give him uneasiness he did not see the use of establishing precedents that would do me no good\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As one of Mme. de Guermantes’s footmen was in the habit of talking to Françoise, I picked up the names of several of the houses which she frequented, but formed no impression of any of them; from the moment in which they were a part of her life, of that life which I saw only through the veil of her name, were they not inconceivable?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “To-night there’s a big party with a Chinese shadow show at the Princesse de Parme’s,” said the footman, “but we shan’t be going, because at five o’clock Madame is taking the train to Chantilly, to spend a few days with the Due d’Aumale; but it’ll be the lady’s maid and valet that are going with her. I’m to stay here. She won’t be at all pleased, the Princesse de Parme won’t, that’s four times already she’s written to Madame la Duchesse.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Then you won’t be going down to Guermantes Castle this year?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s the first time we shan’t be going there: it’s because of the Duke’s rheumatics, the doctor says he’s not to go there till the hot pipes are in, but we’ve been there every year till now, right on to January. If the hot pipes aren’t ready, perhaps Madame will go for a few days to Cannes, to the Duchesse de Guise, but nothing’s settled yet.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And to the theatre, do you go, sometimes?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “We go now and then to the Opéra, usually on the evenings when the Princesse de Parme has her box, that’s once a week; it seems it’s a fine show they give there, plays, operas, everything. Madame refused to subscribe to it herself, but we go all the same to the boxes Madame’s friends take, one one night, another another, often with the Princesse de Guermantes, the Duke’s cousin’s lady. She’s sister to the Duke of Bavaria. And so you’ve got to run upstairs again now, have you?” went on the footman, who, albeit identified with the Guermantes, looked upon masters in general as a political estate, a view which allowed him to treat Françoise with as much respect as if she too were in service with a duchess. “You enjoy good health, ma’am.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, if it wasn’t for these cursed legs of mine! On the plain I can still get along” ‘on the plain’ meant in the courtyard or in the streets, where Françoise had no objection to walking, in other words ‘on a plane surface’ “but it’s these stairs that do me in, devil take them. Good day to you, sir, see you again, perhaps, this evening.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She was all the more anxious to continue her conversations with the footman after he mentioned to her that the sons of dukes often bore a princely title which they retained until their fathers were dead. Evidently the cult of the nobility, blended with and accommodating itself to a certain spirit of revolt against it, must, springing hereditarily from the soil of France, be very strongly implanted still in her people. For Françoise, to whom you might speak of the genius of Napoleon or of wireless telegraphy without succeeding in attracting her attention, and without her slackening for an instant the movements with which she was scraping the ashes from the grate or laying the table, if she were simply to be told these idiosyncrasies of nomenclature, and that the younger son of the Duc de Guermantes was generally called Prince d’Oléron, would at once exclaim: “That’s fine, that is!” and stand there dazed, as though in contemplation of a stained window in church\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise learned also from the Prince d’Agrigente’s valet, who had become friends with her by coming often to the house with notes for the Duchess, that he had been hearing a great deal of talk in society about the marriage of the Marquis de Saint-Loup to Mlle. d’Ambresac, and that it was practically settled\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That villa, that opera-box, into which Mme. de Guermantes transfused the current of her life, must, it seemed to me, be places no less fairylike than her home. The names of Guise, of Parme, of Guermantes-Baviere, differentiated from all possible others the holiday places to which the Duchess resorted, the daily festivities which the track of her bowling wheels bound, as with ribbons, to her mansion. If they told me that in those holidays, in those festivities, consisted serially the life of Mme. de Guermantes, they brought no further light to bear on it. Each of them gave to the life of the Duchess a different determination, but succeeded only in changing the mystery of it, without allowing to escape any of its own mystery which simply floated, protected by a covering, enclosed in a bell, through the tide of the life of all the world. The Duchess might take her luncheon on the shore of the Mediterranean at Carnival time, but, in the villa of Mme. de Guise, where the queen of Parisian society was nothing more, in her white linen dress, among numberless princesses, than a guest like any of the rest, and on that account more moving still to me, more herself by being thus made new, like a star of the ballet who in the fantastic course of a figure takes the place of each of her humbler sisters in succession; she might look at Chinese shadow shows, but at a party given by the Princesse de Parme, listen to tragedy or opera, but from the box of the Princesse de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As we localise in the body of a person all the potentialities of that person’s life, our recollections of the people he knows and has just left or is on his way to meet, if, having learned from Françoise that Mme. de Guermantes was going on foot to luncheon with the Princesse de Parme, I saw her, about midday, emerge from her house in a gown of flesh-coloured satin over which her face was of the same shade, like a cloud that rises above the setting sun, it was all the pleasures of the Faubourg Saint-Germain that I saw before me, contained in that small compass, as in a shell, between its twin valves that glowed with roseate nacre\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father had a friend at the Ministry, one A. J. Moreau, who, to distinguish him from the other Moreaus, took care always to prefix both initials to his name, with the result that people called him, for short, ‘A.J.’ Well, somehow or other, this A. J. found himself entitled to a stall at the Opéra-Comique on a gala night, he sent the ticket to my father, and as Berma, whom I had not been again to see since my first disappointment, was to give an act of Phèdre, my grandmother persuaded my father to pass it on to me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To tell the truth, I attached no importance to this possibility of hearing Berma which, a few years earlier, had plunged me in such a state of agitation. And it was not without a sense of melancholy that I realized the fact of my indifference to what at one time I had put before health, comfort, everything. It was not that there had been any slackening of my desire for an opportunity to contemplate close at hand the precious particles of reality of which my imagination caught a broken glimpse. But my imagination no longer placed these in the diction of a great actress; since my visits to Elstir, it was on certain tapestries, certain modern paintings that I had brought to bear the inner faith I had once had in this acting, in this tragic art of Berma; my faith, my desire, no longer coming forward to pay incessant worship to the diction, the attitudes of Berma, the counterpart that I possessed of them in my heart had gradually perished, like those other counterparts of the dead in ancient Egypt which had to be fed continually in order to maintain their originals in eternal life. This art had become a feeble, tawdry thing. No deep-lying soul inhabited it any more\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That evening, as, armed with the ticket my father had received from his friend, I was climbing the grand staircase of the Opera, I saw in front of me a man whom I took at first for M. de Charlus, whose bearing he had; when he turned his head to ask some question of one of the staff I saw that I had been mistaken, but I had no hesitation in placing the stranger in the same class of society, from the way not only in which he was dressed but in which he spoke to the man who took the tickets and to the box-openers who were keeping him waiting. For, apart from personal details of similarity, there was still at this period between any smart and wealthy man of that section of the nobility and any smart and wealthy man of the world of finance or ‘big business’ a strongly marked difference. Where one of the latter would have thought he was giving proof of his exclusiveness by adopting a sharp, haughty tone in speaking to an inferior, the great gentleman, affable, pleasant, smiling, had the air of considering, practising an affectation of humility and patience, a pretence of being just one of the audience, as a privilege of his good breeding. It is quite likely that, on seeing him thus dissemble behind a smile overflowing with good nature the barred threshold of the little world apart which he carried in his person, more than one wealthy banker’s son, entering the theatre at that moment, would have taken this great gentleman for a person of no importance if he had not remarked in him an astonishing resemblance to the portrait that had recently appeared in the illustrated papers of a nephew of the Austrian Emperor, the Prince of Saxony, who happened to be in Paris at the time. I knew him to be a great friend of the Guermantes. As I reached the attendant I heard the Prince of Saxony or his double say with a smile: “I don’t know the number; it was my cousin who told me I had only to ask for her box.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He may well have been the Prince of Saxony; it was perhaps of the Duchesse de Guermantes whom, in that event, I should be able to watch in the process of living one of those moments of her unimaginable life in her cousin’s box that his eyes formed a mental picture when he referred to ‘my cousin who told me I had only to ask for her box,’ so much so that that smiling gaze peculiar to himself, those so simple words caressed my heart far more gently than would any abstract meditation with the alternative feelers of a possible happiness and a vague distinction. Whatever he was, in uttering this sentence to the attendant he grafted upon a commonplace evening in my everyday life a potential outlet into a new world; the passage to which he was directed after mentioning the word ‘box’ and along which he now proceeded was moist and mildewed and seemed to lead to subaqueous grottoes, to the mythical kingdom of the water-nymphs. I had before me a gentleman in evening dress who was walking away from me, but I kept playing upon and round him, as with a badly fitting reflector on a lamp, and without ever succeeding in making it actually coincide with him, the idea that he was the Prince of Saxony and was on his way to join the Duchesse de Guermantes. And, for all that he was alone, that idea, external to himself, impalpable, immense, unstable as the shadow projected by a magic lantern, seemed to precede and guide him like that deity, invisible to the rest of mankind, who stands beside the Greek warrior in the hour of battle\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I took my seat, striving all the time to recapture a line from Phèdre which I could not quite remember. In the form in which I repeated it to myself it had not the right number of feet, but as I made no attempt to count them, between its unwieldiness and a classical line of poetry it seemed as though no common measure could exist. It would not have surprised me to learn that I must subtract at least half a dozen syllables from that portentous phrase to reduce it to alexandrine dimensions. But suddenly I remembered it, the irremediable asperities of an inhuman world vanished as if by magic; the syllables of the line at once filled up the requisite measure, what there was in excess floated off with the ease, the dexterity of a bubble of air that rises to burst on the water’s brink. And, after all, this excrescence with which I had been struggling consisted of but a single foot\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A certain number of orchestra stalls had been offered for sale at the box office and bought, out of snobbishness or curiosity, by such as wished to study the appearance of people whom they might not have another opportunity of seeing at close quarters. And it was indeed a fragment of their true social life, ordinarily kept secret, that one could examine here in public, for, the Princesse de Parme having herself distributed among her friends the seats in stalls, balconies and boxes, the house was like a drawing-room in which everyone changed his place, went to sit here or there wherever he caught sight of a woman whom he knew\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Next to me were some common people who, not knowing the regular subscribers, were anxious to shew that they were capable of identifying them and named them aloud. They went on to remark that these subscribers behaved there as though they were in their own drawing-rooms, meaning that they paid no attention to what was being played. Which was the exact opposite of what did happen. A budding genius who had taken a stall in order to hear Berma thinks only of not soiling his gloves, of not disturbing, of making friends with the neighbour whom chance has put beside him, of pursuing with an intermittent smile the fugitive — avoiding with apparent want of politeness the intercepted gaze of a person of his acquaintance whom he has discovered in the audience and to whom, after a thousand indecisions, he makes up his mind to go and talk just as the three hammer-blows from the stage, sounding before he has had time to reach his friend, force him to take flight, like the Hebrews in the Red Sea, through a heaving tide of spectators and spectatresses whom he has obliged to rise and whose dresses he tears as he passes, or tramples on their boots. On the other hand it was because the society people sat in their boxes behind the general terrace of the balcony, as in so many little drawing-rooms, the fourth walls of which had been removed, or in so many little cafés, to which one might go for refreshment, without letting oneself be intimidated by the mirrors in gilt frames or the red plush seats, in the Neapolitan style, of the establishment, it was because they rested an indifferent hand on the gilded shafts of the columns which upheld this temple of the lyric art, it was because they remained unmoved by the extravagant honours which seemed to be being paid them by a pair of carved figures which held out towards the boxes branches of palm and laurel, that they and they only would have had minds free to listen to the play, if only they had had minds\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At first there was nothing visible but vague shadows, in which one suddenly struck — like the gleam of a precious stone which one cannot see — the phosphorescence of a pair of famous eyes, or, like a medallion of Henri IV on a dark background, the bent profile of the Due d’Aumale, to whom an invisible lady was exclaiming “Monseigneur must allow me to take his coat,” to which the Prince replied, “Oh, come, come! Really, Madame d’Ambresac.” She took it, in spite of this vague prohibition, and was envied by all the rest her being thus honoured\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But in the other boxes, everywhere almost, the white deities who inhabited those sombre abodes had flown for shelter against their shadowy walls and remained invisible. Gradually, however, as the performance went on, their vaguely human forms detached themselves, one by one, from the shades of night which they patterned, and, raising themselves towards the light, allowed their semi-nude bodies to emerge, and rose, and stopped at the limit of their course, at the luminous, shaded surface on which their brilliant faces appeared behind the gaily breaking foam of the feather fans they unfurled and lightly waved, beneath their hyacinthine locks begemmed with pearls, which the flow of the tide seemed to have caught and drawn with it; this side of them, began the orchestra stalls, abode of mortals for ever separated from the transparent, shadowy realm to which, at points here and there, served as boundaries, on its brimming surface, the limpid, mirroring eyes of the water-nymphs. For the folding seats on its shore, the forms of the monsters in the stalls were painted upon the surface of those eyes in simple obedience to the laws of optics and according to their angle of incidence, as happens with those two sections of external reality to which, knowing that they do not possess any soul, however rudimentary, that can be considered as analogous to our own, we should think ourselves mad if we addressed a smile or a glance of recognition: namely, minerals and people to whom we have not been introduced. Beyond this boundary, withdrawing from the limit of their domain, the radiant daughters of the sea kept turning at every moment to smile up at the bearded tritons who clung to the anfractuosities of the cliff, or towards some aquatic demi-god, whose head was a polished stone to which the tides had borne a smooth covering of seaweed, and his gaze a disc of rock crystal. They leaned towards these creatures, offering them sweetmeats; sometimes the flood parted to admit a fresh Nereid who, belated, smiling, apologetic, had just floated into blossom out of the shadowy depths; then, the act ended, having no further hope of hearing the melodious sounds of earth which had drawn them to the surface, plunging back all in a moment the several sisters vanished into the night. But of all these retreats, to the thresholds of which their mild desire to behold the works of man brought the curious goddesses who let none approach them, the most famous was the cube of semi-darkness known to the world as the stage box of the Princesse de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Like a mighty goddess who presides from far aloft over the sports of lesser deities, the Princess had deliberately remained a little way back on a sofa placed sideways in the box, red as a reef of coral, beside a big, glassy splash of reflexion which was probably a mirror and made one think of the section cut by a ray of sunlight, vertical, clear, liquid, through the flashing crystal of the sea. At once plume and blossom, like certain subaqueous growths, a great white flower, downy as the wing of a bird, fell from the brow of the Princess along one of her cheeks, the curve of which it followed with a pliancy, coquettish, amorous, alive, and seemed almost to enfold it like a rosy egg in the softness of a halcyon’s nest. Over her hair, reaching in front to her eyebrows and caught back lower down at the level of her throat, was spread a net upon which those little white shells which are gathered on some shore of the South Seas alternated with pearls, a marine mosaic barely emerging from the waves and at every moment plunged back again into a darkness in the depths of which even then a human presence was revealed by the ubiquitous flashing of the Princess’s eyes. The beauty which set her far above all the other fabulous daughters of the dusk was not altogether materially and comprehensively inscribed on her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her figure. But the exquisite, unfinished line of the last was the exact starting point, the inevitable focus of invisible lines which the eye could not help prolonging, marvellous lines, springing into life round the woman like the spectrum of an ideal form projected upon the screen of darkness\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That’s the Princesse de Guermantes,” said my neighbour to the gentleman beside her, taking care to begin the word ‘Princesse’ with a string of P’s, to shew that a title like that was absurd. “She hasn’t been sparing with her pearls. I’m sure, if I had as many as that, I wouldn’t make such a display of them; it doesn’t look at all well, not to my mind.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And yet, when they caught sight of the Princess, all those who were looking round to see who was in the audience felt springing up for her in their hearts the rightful throne of beauty. Indeed, with the Duchesse de Luxembourg, with Mme. de Morienval, with Mme. de Saint-Euverte, and any number of others, what enabled one to identify their faces would be the juxtaposition of a big red nose to a hare-lip, or of a pair of wrinkled cheeks to a faint moustache. These features were nevertheless sufficient in themselves to attract the eye, since having merely the conventional value of a written document they gave one to read a famous and impressive name; but also they gave one, cumulatively, the idea that ugliness had about it something aristocratic, and that it was unnecessary that the face of a great lady, provided it was distinguished, should be beautiful as well. But like certain artists who, instead of the letters of their names, set at the foot of their canvas a form that is beautiful in itself, a butterfly, a lizard, a flower, so it was the form of a delicious face and figure that the Princess had put in the corner of her box, thereby shewing that beauty can be the noblest of signatures; for the presence there of Mme. de Guermantes-Bavière, who brought to the theatre only such persons as at other times formed part of her intimate circle, was in the eyes of specialists in aristocracy the best possible certificate of the authenticity of the picture which her box presented, a sort of evocation of a scene in the ordinary private life of the Princess in her palaces in Munich and in Paris\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Our imagination being like a barrel organ out of order, which always plays some other tune than that shewn on its card, every time that I had heard any mention of the Princesse de Guermantes-Bavière, a recollection of certain sixteenth-century masterpieces had begun singing in my brain. I was obliged to rid myself quickly of this association, now that I saw her engaged in offering crystallised fruit to a stout gentleman in a swallowtail coat. Certainly I was very far from the conclusion that she and her guests were mere human beings like the rest of the audience. I understood that what they were doing there was all only a game, and that as a prelude to the acts of their real life of which, presumably, this was not where they spent the important part they had arranged, in obedience to a ritual unknown to me, they were feigning to offer and decline sweetmeats, a gesture robbed of its ordinary significance and regulated beforehand like the step of a dancer who alternately raises herself on her toes and circles about an upheld scarf. For all I knew, perhaps at the moment of offering him her sweetmeats the goddess was saying, with that note of irony in her voice for I saw her smile: “Do have one, won’t you?” What mattered that to me? I should have found a delicious refinement in the deliberate dryness, in the style of Mérimée or Meilhac, of such words addressed by a goddess to a demi-god who, conscious himself what were the sublime thoughts which they both had in their minds, in reserve, doubtless, until the moment when they would begin again to live their true life, consenting to join in the game, was answering with the same mysterious bitterness: “Thanks; I should like a cherry.” And I should have listened to this dialogue with the same avidity as to a scene from Le Mari de la Débutante, where the absence of poetry, of lofty thoughts, things so familiar to me which, I suppose, Meilhac could easily, had he chosen, have put into it a thousand times over, seemed to me in itself a refinement, a conventional refinement and therefore all the more mysterious and instructive\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That fat fellow is the Marquis de Ganançay,” came in a knowing tone from the man next to me, who had not quite caught the name whispered in the row behind\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Marquis de Palancy, his face bent downwards at the end of his long neck, his round bulging eye glued to the glass of his monocle, was moving with a leisurely displacement through the transparent shade and appeared no more to see the public in the stalls than a fish that drifts past, unconscious of the press of curious gazers, behind the glass wall of an aquarium. Now and again he paused, a venerable, wheezing monument, and the audience could not have told whether he was in pain, asleep, swimming, about to spawn, or merely taking breath. No one else aroused in me so much envy as he, on account of his apparent familiarity with this box and the indifference with which he allowed the Princess to hold out to him her box of sweetmeats; throwing him, at the same time, a glance from her fine eyes, cut in a pair of diamonds which at such moments wit and friendliness seemed to liquefy, whereas, when they were at rest, reduced to their purely material beauty, to their mineral brilliance alone, if the least reflected flash disturbed them ever so slightly, they set the darkness ablaze with inhuman horizontal splendid fires. But now, because the act ofPhèdre in which Berma was playing was due to start, the Princess came to the front of the box; whereupon, as if she herself were a theatrical production, in the zone of light which she traversed, I saw not only the colour but the material of her adornments change. And in the box, dry now, emerging, a part no longer of the watery realm, the Princess, ceasing to be a Nereid, appeared turbanned in white and blue like some marvellous tragic actress dressed for the part of Zaïre, or perhaps of Orosmane; finally, when she had taken her place in the front row I saw that the soft halcyon’s nest which tenderly shielded the rosy nacre of her cheeks was — downy, dazzling, velvety, an immense bird of paradise\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But now my gaze was diverted from the Princesse de Guermantes’s box by a little woman who came in, ill-dressed, plain, her eyes ablaze with indignation, followed by two young men, and sat down a few places from me. At length the curtain went up. I could not help being saddened by the reflexion that there remained now no trace of my old disposition, at the period when, so as to miss nothing of the extraordinary phenomenon which I would have gone to the ends of the earth to see, I kept my mind prepared, like the sensitive plates which astronomers take out to Africa, to the West Indies, to make and record an exact observation of a comet or an eclipse; when I trembled for fear lest some cloud a fit of ill humour on the artist’s part or an incident in the audience should prevent the spectacle from presenting itself with the maximum of intensity; when I should not have believed that I was watching it in the most perfect conditions had I not gone to the very theatre which was consecrated to it like an altar, in which I then felt to be still a part of it, though an accessory part only, the officials with their white carnations, appointed by her, the vaulted balcony covering a pit filled with a shabbily dressed crowd, the women selling programmes that had her photograph, the chestnut trees in the square outside, all those companions, those confidants of my impressions of those days which seemed to me to be inseparable from them. Phèdre, the ‘Declaration Scene,’ Berma, had had then for me a sort of absolute existence. Standing aloof from the world of current experience they existed by themselves, I must go to meet them, I should penetrate what I could of them, and if I opened my eyes and soul to their fullest extent I should still absorb but a very little of them. But how pleasant life seemed to me: the triviality of the form of it that I myself was leading mattered nothing, no more than the time we spend on dressing, on getting ready to go out, since, transcending it, there existed in an absolute form, good and difficult to approach, impossible to possess in their entirety, those more solid realities,  Phèdre and the way in which Berma spoke her part. Steeped in these dreams of perfection in the dramatic art a strong dose of which anyone who had at that time subjected my mind to analysis at any moment of the day or even the night would have been able to prepare from it, I was like a battery that accumulates and stores up electricity. And a time had come when, ill as I was, even if I had believed that I should die of it, I should still have been compelled to go and hear Berma. But now, like a hill which from a distance seems a patch of azure sky, but, as we draw nearer, returns to its place in our ordinary field of vision, all this had left the world of the absolute and was no more than a thing like other things, of which I took cognisance because I was there, the actors were people of the same substance as the people I knew, trying to speak in the best possible way these lines of Phèdre, which themselves no longer formed a sublime and individual essence, distinct from everything else, but were simply more or less effective lines ready to slip back into the vast corpus of French poetry, of which they were merely a part. I felt a discouragement that was all the more profound in that, if the object of my headstrong and active desire no longer existed, the same tendencies, on the other hand, to indulge in a perpetual dream, which varied from year to year but led me always to sudden impulses, regardless of danger, still persisted. The day on which I rose from my bed of sickness and set out to see, in some country house or other, a picture by Elstir or a mediaeval tapestry, was so like the day on which I ought to have started for Venice, or that on which I did go to hear Berma, or start for Balbec, that I felt before going that the immediate object of my sacrifice would, after a little while, leave me cold, that then I might pass close by the place without stopping even to look at that picture, those tapestries for which I would at this moment risk so many sleepless nights, so many hours of pain. I discerned in the instability of its object the vanity of my effort, and at the same time its vastness, which I had not before noticed, like a neurasthenic whose exhaustion we double by pointing out to him that he is exhausted. In the meantime my musings gave a distinction to everything that had any connexion with them. And even in my most carnal desires, magnetised always in a certain direction, concentrated about a single dream, I might have recognised as their primary motive an idea, an idea for which I would have laid down my life, at the innermost core of which, as in my day dreams while I sat reading all afternoon in the garden at Combray, lay the thought of perfection\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I no longer felt the same indulgence as on the former occasion towards the deliberate expressions of affection or anger which I had then remarked in the delivery and gestures of Aricie, Ismène and Hippolyte. It was not that the players — they were the same, by the way — did not still seek, with the same intelligent application, to impart now a caressing inflexion, or a calculated ambiguity to their voices, now a tragic amplitude, or a suppliant meekness to their movements. Their intonations bade the voice: “Be gentle, sing like a nightingale, caress and woo”; or else, “now wax furious,” and then hurled themselves upon it, trying to carry it off with them in their frenzied rush. But it, mutinous, independent of their diction, remained unalterably their natural voice with its material defects or charms, its everyday vulgarity or affectation, and thus presented a sum-total of acoustic or social phenomena which the sentiment contained in the lines they were repeating was powerless to alter\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Similarly the gestures of the players said to their arms, to their garments: “Be majestic.” But each of these unsubmissive members allowed to flaunt itself between shoulder and elbow a biceps which knew nothing of the part; they continued to express the triviality of everyday life and to bring into prominence, instead of fine shades of Racinian meaning, mere muscular attachments; and the draperies which they held up fell back again along vertical lines in which the natural law that governs falling bodies was challenged only by an insipid textile pliancy. At this point the little woman who was sitting near me exclaimed:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not a hand! Did you ever see such a get-up? She’s too old; she can’t play the part; she ought to have retired ages ago.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Amid a sibilant protest from their neighbours the two young men with her succeeded in making her keep quiet and her fury raged now only in her eyes. This fury could, moreover, be prompted only by the thought of success, of fame, for Berma, who had earned so much money, was overwhelmed with debts. Since she was always making business or social appointments which she was prevented from keeping, she had messengers flying with apologies along every street in Paris, and what with rooms in hotels which she would never occupy engaged in advance, oceans of scent to bathe her dogs, heavy penalties for breaches of contract with all her managers, failing any more serious expense and being not so voluptuous as Cleopatra, she would have found the means of squandering on telegrams and jobmasters provinces and kingdoms. But the little woman was an actress who had never tasted success, and had vowed a deadly hatred against Berma. The latter had just corne on to the stage. And then — oh, the miracle — like those lessons which we laboured in vain to learn overnight, and find intact, got by heart, on waking up next morning, like, too, those faces of dead friends which the impassioned efforts of our memory pursue without recapturing them, and which, when we are no longer thinking of them, are there before our eyes just as they were in life — the talent of Berma, which had evaded me when I sought so greedily to seize its essential quality, now, after these years of oblivion, in this hour of indifference, imposed itself, with all the force of a thing directly seen, on my admiration. Formerly, in my attempts to isolate the talent, I deducted, so to speak, from what I heard the part itself, a part common to all the actresses who appeared as Phèdre, which I had myself studied beforehand so that I might be capable of subtracting it, of receiving in the strained residue only the talent of Mme. Berma. But this talent which I sought to discover outside the part itself was indissolubly one with it. So with a great musician it appears that this was the case with Vinteuil when he played the piano, his playing is that of so fine a pianist that one cannot even be certain whether the performer is a pianist at all, since not interposing all that mechanism of muscular effort, crowned here and there with brilliant effects, all that spattering shower of notes in which at least the listener who does not quite know where he is thinks that he can discern talent in its material, tangible objectivity his playing is become so transparent, so full of what he is interpreting, that himself one no longer sees and he is nothing now but a window opening upon a great work of art. The intentions which surrounded, like a majestic or delicate border, the voice and mimicry of Aricie, Ismène or Hippolyte I had been able to distinguish, but Phèdre had taken hers into herself, and my mind had not succeeded in wresting from her diction and attitudes, in apprehending in the miserly simplicity of their unbroken surfaces those treasures, those effects of which no sign emerged, so completely had they been absorbed. Berma’s voice, in which not one atom of lifeless matter refractory to the mind remained undissolved, did not allow any sign to be discernible around it of that overflow of tears which one could feel, because they had not been able to absorb it in themselves, trickling over the marble voice of Aricie or Ismène, but had been brought to an exquisite perfection in each of its tiniest cells like the instrument of a master violinist, in whom one means, when one says that his music has a fine sound, to praise not a physical peculiarity but a superiority of soul; and, as in the classical landscape where in the place of a vanished nymph there is an inanimate waterspring, a clear and concrete intention had been transformed into a certain quality of tone, strangely, appropriately, coldly limpid. Berma’s arms, which the lines themselves, by the same dynamic force that made the words issue from her lips, seemed to raise on to her bosom like leaves disturbed by a gush oî water; her attitude, on the stage, which she had gradually built up, which she was to modify yet further, and which was based upon reasonings of a different profundity from those of which traces might be seen in the gestures of her fellow-actors, but of reasonings that had lost their original deliberation, and had melted into a sort of radiance in which they sent throbbing, round the person of the heroine, elements rich and complex, but which the fascinated spectator took not as an artistic triumph but as a natural gift; those white veils themselves, which, tenuous and clinging, seemed to be of a living substance and to have been woven by the suffering, half-pagan, half-Jansenist, around which they drew close like a frail, shrinking chrysalis; all of them, voice, attitude, gestures, veils, were nothing more, round this embodiment of an idea, which a line of poetry is an embodiment that, unlike our human bodies, covers the soul not with an opaque screen which prevents us from seeing it, but with a purified, a quickened garment through which the soul is diffused and we discover it, than additional envelopes which instead of concealing shewed up in greater splendour the soul that had assimilated them to itself and had spread itself through them, than layers of different substances, grown translucent, the interpolation of which has the effect only of causing a richer refraction of the imprisoned, central ray that pierces through them, and of making more extensive, more precious and more fair the matter purified by fire in which it is enshrined. So Berma’s interpretation was, around Racine’s work, a second work, quickened also by the breath of genius\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My own impression, to tell the truth, though more pleasant than on the earlier occasion, was not really different. Only, I no longer put it to the test of a pre-existent, abstract and false idea of dramatic genius, and I understood now that dramatic genius was precisely this. It had just occurred to me that if I had not derived any pleasure from my first hearing of Berma, it was because, as earlier still when I used to meet Gilberte in the Champs-Elysées, I had come to her with too strong a desire. Between my two disappointments there was perhaps not only this resemblance, but another more profound. The impression given us by a person or a work or a rendering, for that matter of marked individuality is peculiar to that person or work. We have brought to it the ideas of ‘beauty,’ ‘breadth of style,’ ‘pathos’ and so forth which we might, failing anything better, have had the illusion of discovering in the commonplace show of a ‘correct’ face or talent, but our critical spirit has before it the insistent challenge of a form of which it possesses no intellectual equivalent, in which it must detect and isolate the unknown element. It hears a shrill sound, an oddly interrogative intonation. It asks itself: “Is that good? Is what I am feeling just now admiration? Is that richness of colouring, nobility, strength?” And what answers it again is a shrill voice, a curiously questioning tone, the despotic impression caused by a person whom one does not know, wholly material, in which there is no room left for ‘breadth of interpretation.’ And for this reason it is the really beautiful works that, if we listen to them with sincerity, must disappoint us most keenly, because in the storehouse of our ideas there is none that corresponds to an individual impression\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was precisely what Berma’s acting shewed me. This was what was meant by nobility, by intelligence of diction. Now I could appreciate the worth of a broad, poetical, powerful interpretation, or rather it was to this that those epithets were conventionally applied, but only as we give the names of Mars, Venus, Saturn to planets which have no place in classical mythology. We feel in one world, we think, we give names to things in another; between the two we can establish a certain correspondence, but not bridge the interval. It was quite narrow, this interval, this fault that I had had to cross when, that afternoon on which I went first to bear Berma, having strained my ears to catch every word, I had found some difficulty in correlating my ideas of ‘nobility of interpretation,’ of ‘originality,’ and had broken out in applause only after a moment of unconsciousness and as if my applause sprang not from my actual impression but was connected in some way with my preconceived ideas, with the pleasure that I found in saying to myself: “At last I am listening to Berma.” And the difference that there is between a person, or a work of art which is markedly individual and the idea of beauty, exists just as much between what they make us feel and the idea of love, or of admiration. Wherefore we fail to recognise them. I had found no pleasure in listening to Berma any more than, earlier still, in seeing Gilberte. I had said to myself: “Well, I do not admire this.” But then I was thinking only of mastering the secret of Berma’s acting, I was preoccupied with that alone, I was trying to open my mind as wide as possible to receive all that her acting contained. I understood now that all this amounted to nothing more nor less than admiration\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This genius of which Berma’s rendering of the part was only the revelation, was it indeed the genius of Racine and nothing more?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I thought so at first. I was soon to be undeceived when the curtain fell on the act from Phèdre, amid enthusiastic recalls from the audience, through which the old actress, beside herself with rage, drawing her little body up to its full height, turning sideways in her seat, stiffened the muscles of her face and folded her arms on her bosom to shew that she was not joining the others in their applause, and to make more noticeable a protest which to her appeared sensational though it passed unperceived. The piece that followed was one of those novelties which at one time I had expected, since they were not famous, to be inevitably trivial and of no general application, devoid as they were of any existence outside the performance that was being given of them at the moment. But I had not with them as with a classic the disappointment of seeing the infinity and eternity of a masterpiece occupy no more space or time than the width of the footlights and the length of a performance which would finish it as effectively as a piece written for the occasion. Besides, at every fresh passage which, I felt, had appealed to the audience and would onc day be famous, in place of the fame which it was prevented from having won in the past I added that which it would enjoy in the future, by a mental process the converse of that which consists in imagining masterpieces on the day of their first thin performance, when it seemed inconceivable that a title which no one had ever heard before could one day be set, bathed in the same mellow light, beside those of the author’s other works. And this part would be set one day in the list of her finest impersonations, next to that of Phèdre. Not that in itself it was not destitute of all literary merit. But Berma was as sublime in one as in the other. I realised then that the work of the playwright was for the actress no more than the material, the nature of which was comparatively unimportant, for the creation of her masterpiece of interpretation, just as the great painter whom I had met at Balbec, Elstir, had found the inspiration for two pictures of equal merit in a school building without any character and a cathedral which was in itself a work of art. And as the painter dissolves houses, carts, people, in some broad effect of light which makes them all alike, so Berma spread out great sheets of terror or tenderness over words that were all melted together in a common mould, lowered or raised to one level, which a lesser artist would have carefully detached from one another. No doubt each of them had an inflexion of its own, and Berma’s diction did not prevent one from catching the rhythm of the verse. Is it not already a first element of ordered complexity, of beauty, when, on hearing a rhyme, that is to say something which is at once similar to and different from the preceding rhyme, which was prompted by it, but introduces the variety of a new idea, one is conscious of two systems overlapping each other, one intellectual, the other prosodie? But Berma at the same time made her words, her lines, her whole speeches even, flow into lakes of sound vaster than themselves, at the margins of which it was a joy to see them obliged to stop, to break off; thus it is that a poet takes pleasure in making hesitate for a moment at the rhyming point the word which is about to spring forth, and a composer in merging the various words of his libretto in a single rhythm which contradicts, captures and controls them. Thus into the prose sentences of the modern playwright as into the poetry of Racine Berma managed to introduce those vast images of grief, nobility, passion, which were the masterpieces of her own personal art, and in which she could be recognised as, in the portraits which he has made of different sitters, we recognise a painter\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had no longer any desire, as on the former occasion, to be able to arrest and perpetuate Berma’s attitudes, the fine colour effect which she gave for a moment only in a beam of limelight which at once faded never to reappear, nor to make her repeat a single line a hundred times over. I realised that my original desire had been more exacting than the intentions of the poet, the actress, the great decorative artist who supervised her productions, and that that charm which floated over a line as it was spoken, those unstable poses perpetually transformed into others, those successive pictures were the transient result, the momentary object, the changing masterpiece which the art of the theatre undertook to create and which would perish were an attempt made to fix it for all time by a too much enraptured listener. I did not even make a resolution to come back another day and hear Berma again. I was satisfied with her; it was when I admired too keenly not to be disappointed by the object of my admiration, whether that object were Gilberte or Berma, that I demanded in advance, of the impression to be received on the morrow, the pleasure that yesterday’s impression had refused to afford me. Without seeking to analyse the joy which I had begun now to feel, and might perhaps have been turning to some more profitable use, I said to myself, as in the old days I might have said to one of my schoolfellows: “Certainly, I put Berma first!” not without a confused feeling that Berma’s genius was not, perhaps, very accurately represented by this affirmation of my preference, or this award to her of a ‘first’ place, whatever the peace of mind that it might incidentally restore to me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Just as the curtain was rising on this second play I looked up at Mme. de Guermantes’s box. The Princess was in the act — by a movement that called into being an exquisite line which my mind pursued into the void — of turning her head towards the back of the box; her party were all standing, and also turning towards the back, and between the double hedge which they thus formed, with all the assurance, the grandeur of the goddess that she was, but with a strange meekness which so late an arrival, making every one else get up in the middle of the performance, blended with the white muslin in which she was attired, just as an adroitly compounded air of simplicity, shyness and confusion tempered her triumphant smile, the Duchesse de Guermantes, who had at that moment entered the box, came towards her cousin, made a profound obeisance to a young man with fair hair who was seated in the front row, and turning again towards the amphibian monsters who were floating in the recesses of the cavern, gave to these demi-gods of the Jockey Club — who at that moment, and among them all M. de Palancy in particular, were the men whom I should most have liked to be — the familiar ‘good evening’ of an old and intimate friend, an allusion to the daily sequence of her relations with them during the last fifteen years. I felt the mystery, but could not solve the riddle of that smiling gaze which she addressed to her friends, in the azure brilliance with which it glowed while she surrendered her hand to one and then to another, a gaze which, could I have broken up its prism, analysed its crystallisation, might perhaps have revealed to me the essential quality of the unknown form of life which became apparent in it at that moment. The Duc de Guermantes followed his wife, the flash of his monocle, the gleam of his teeth, the whiteness of his carnation or of his pleated shirt-front scattering, to make room for their light, the darkness of his eyebrows, lips and coat; with a wave of his outstretched hand which he let drop on to their shoulders, vertically, without moving his head, he commanded the inferior monsters, who were making way for him, to resume their seats, and made a profound bow to the fair young man. One would have said that the Duchess had guessed that her cousin, of whom, it was rumoured, she was inclined to make fun for what she called her ‘exaggerations’ a name which, from her own point of view, so typically French and restrained, would naturally be applied to the poetry and enthusiasm of the Teuton, would be wearing this evening one of those costumes in which the Duchess thought of her as ‘dressed up,’ and that she had decided to give her a lesson in good taste. Instead of the wonderful downy plumage which, from the crown of the Princess’s head, fell and swept her throat, instead of her net of shells and pearls, the Duchess wore in her hair only a simple aigrette, which, rising above her arched nose and level eyes, reminded one of the crest on the head of a bird. Her neck and shoulders emerged from a drift of snow-white muslin, against which fluttered a swansdown fan, but below this her gown, the bodice of which had for its sole ornament innumerable spangles either little sticks and beads of metal, or possibly brilliants, moulded her figure with a precision that was positively British. But different as their two costumes were, after the Princess had given her cousin the chair in which she herself had previously been sitting, they could be seen turning to gaze at one another in mutual appreciation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Possibly a smile would curve the lips of Mme. de Guermantes when next day she referred to the headdress, a little too complicated, which the Princess had worn, but certainly she would declare that it had been, all the same, quite lovely, and marvellously arranged; and the Princess, whose own tastes found something a little cold, a little austere, a little ‘tailor-made’ in her cousin’s way of dressing, would discover in this rigid sobriety an exquisite refinement. Moreover the harmony that existed between them, the universal and pre-established gravitation exercised by their upbringing, neutralised the contrasts not only in their apparel but in their attitude. By those invisible magnetic longitudes which the refinement of their manners traced between them the expansive nature of the Princess was stopped short, while on the other side the formal correctness of the Duchess allowed itself to be attracted and relaxed, turned to sweetness and charm. As, in the play which was now being performed, to realise how much personal poetry Berma extracted from it one had only to entrust the part which she was playing, which she alone could play, to no matter what other actress, so the spectator who should raise his eyes to the balcony might see in two smaller boxes there how an ‘arrangement’ supposed to suggest that of the Princesse de Guermantes simply made the Baronne de Morienval appear eccentric, pretentious and ill-bred, while an effort, as painstaking as it must have been costly, to imitate the clothes and style of the Duchesse de Guermantes only made Mme. de Cambremer look like some provincial schoolgirl, mounted on wires, rigid, erect, dry, angular, with a plume of raven’s feathers stuck vertically in her hair. Perhaps the proper place for this lady was not a theatre in which it was only with the brightest stars of the season that the boxes even those in the highest tier, which from below seemed like great hampers brimming with human flowers and fastened to the gallery on which they stood by the red cords of their plush-covered partitions composed a panorama which deaths, scandals, illnesses, quarrels would soon alter, but which this evening was held motionless by attention, heat, giddiness, dust, smartness or boredom, in that so to speak everlasting moment of unconscious waiting and calm torpor which, in retrospect, seems always to have preceded the explosion of a bomb or the first flicker of a fire\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The explanation of Mme. de Cambremer’s presence on this occasion was that the Princesse de Parme, devoid of snobbishness as are most truly royal personages, and to make up for this devoured by a pride in and passion for charity which held an equal place in her heart with her taste for what she believed to be the Arts, had bestowed a few boxes here and there upon women like Mme. de Cambremer who were not numbered among the highest aristocratic society but with whom she was connected in various charitable undertakings. Mme. de Cambremer never took her eyes off the Duchesse and Princesse de Guermantes, which was all the simpler for her since, not being actually acquainted with either, she could not be suspected of angling for recognition. Inclusion in the visiting lists of these two great ladies was nevertheless the goal towards which she had been marching for the last ten years with untiring patience. She had calculated that she might reach it, possibly, in five years more. But having been smitten by a relentless malady, the inexorable character of which — for she prided herself upon her medical knowledge — she thought she knew, she was afraid that she might not live so long. This evening she was happy at least in the thought that all these women whom she barely knew would see in her company a man who was one of their own set, the young Marquis de Beausergent, Mme. d’Argencourt’s brother, who moved impartially in both worlds and with whom the women of the second were greatly delighted to bedizen themselves before the eyes of those of the first. He was seated behind Mme. de Cambremer on a chair placed at an angle, so that he might rake the other boxes with his glasses. He knew everyone in the house, and, to greet his friends, with the irresistible charm of his beautifully curved figure, and fine fair head, he half rose from his seat, stiffening his body, a smile brightening his blue eyes, with a blend of deference and detachment, a picture delicately engraved, in its rectangular frame, and placed at an angle to the wall, like one of those old prints which portray a great nobleman in his courtly pride. He often accepted these invitations to go with Mme. de Cambremer to the play. In the theatre itself, and on their way out, in the lobby, he stood gallantly by her side in the thick of the throng of more brilliant friends whom he saw about him, and to whom he refrained from speaking, to avoid any awkwardness, just as though he had been in doubtful company. If at such moments there swept by him the Princesse de Guermantes, lightfoot and fair as Diana, letting trail behind her the folds of an incomparable cloak, turning after her every head and followed by every eye and, most of all, by Mme. de Cambremer’s, M. de Beausergent would become absorbed in conversation with his companion, acknowledging the friendly and dazzling smile of the Princess only with constraint, under compulsion, and with the well-bred reserve, the considerate coldness of a person whose friendliness might at the moment have been inconvenient\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Had not Mme. de Cambremer known already that the box belonged to the Princess, she could still have told that the Duchesse de Guermantes was the guest from the air of keener interest with which she was surveying the spectacle of stage and stalls, out of politeness to her hostess. But simultaneously with this centrifugal force, an equal and opposite force generated by the same desire to be sociable drew her attention back to her own attire, her plume, her necklace, her bodice and also to that of the Princess, whose subject, whose slave her cousin seemed thus to proclaim herself, come thither solely to see her, ready to follow her elsewhere should it have taken the fancy of the official occupant of the box to rise and leave, and regarding as composed merely of strangers, worth looking at simply as curiosities, the rest of the house, in which, nevertheless, she numbered many friends to whose boxes she regularly repaired on other evenings and with regard to whom she never failed on those occasions to demonstrate a similar loyalism, exclusive, conditional and hebdomadary. Mme. de Cambremer was surprised to see her there that evening. She knew that the Duchess was staying on very late at Guermantes, and had supposed her to be there still. But she had been told, also, that sometimes, when there was some special function in Paris which she considered it worth her while to attend, Mme. de Guermantes would order one of her carriages to be brought round as soon as she had taken tea with the guns, and, as the sun was setting, start out at a spanking pace through the gathering darkness of the forest, then over the high road, to join the train at Combray and so be in Paris the same evening. “Perhaps she has come up from Guermantes on purpose to hear Berma,” thought Mme. de Cambremer, and marvelled at the thought. And she remembered having heard Swann say in that ambiguous jargon which he used in common with M. de Charlus: “The Duchess is one of the noblest souls in Paris, the cream of the most refined, the choicest society.” For myself, who derived from the names Guermantes, Bavaria and Condé what I imagined to be the life, the thoughts of the two cousins I could no longer so ascribe their faces, having seen them, I would rather have had their opinion of Phèdre than that of the greatest critic in the world. For in his I should have found merely intellect, an intellect superior to my own but similar in kind. But what the Duchesse and Princesse de Guermantes might think, an opinion which would have furnished me with an invaluable clue to the nature of these two poetic creatures, I imagined with the aid of their names, I endowed with an irrational charm, and, with the thirst, the longing of a fever-stricken wretch, what I demanded that their opinion of Phèdre should yield to me was the charm of the summer afternoons that I had spent in wandering along the Guermantes way\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Cambremer was trying to make out how exactly the cousins were dressed. For my own part, I never doubted that their garments were peculiar to themselves, not merely in the sense in which the livery with red collar or blue facings had belonged once exclusively to the houses of Guermantes and Condé, but rather as is peculiar to a bird the plumage which, as well as being a heightening of its beauty, is an extension of its body. The toilet of these two ladies seemed to me like a materialisation, snow-white or patterned with colour, of their internal activity, and, like the gestures which I had seen the Princesse de Guermantes make, with no doubt in my own mind that they corresponded to some idea latent in hers, the plumes which swept downward from her brow, and her cousin’s glittering spangled bodice seemed each to have a special meaning, to be to one or the other lady an attribute which was hers and hers alone, the significance of which I would eagerly have learned; the bird of paradise seemed inseparable from its wearer as her peacock is from Juno, and I did not believe that any other woman could usurp that spangled bodice, any more than the fringed and flashing aegis of Minerva. And when I turned my eyes to their box, far more than on the ceiling of the theatre, painted with cold and lifeless allegories, it was as though I had seen, thanks to a miraculous rending of the clouds that ordinarily veiled it, the Assembly of the Gods in the act of contemplating the spectacle of mankind, beneath a crimsor canopy, in a clear lighted space, between two pillars of Heaven. I gazed on this brief transfiguration with a disturbance which was partly soothed by the feeling that I myself was unknown to these Immortals; the Duchess had indeed seen me once with her husband, but could surely have kept no memory of that, and it gave me no pain that she found herself, owing to the place that she occupied in the box, in a position to gaze down upon the nameless, collective madrepores of the public in the stalls, for I had the happy sense that my own personality had been dissolved in theirs, when, at the moment in which, by the force of certain optical laws, there must, I suppose, have come to paint itself on the impassive current of those blue eyes the blurred outline of the protozoon, devoid of any individual existence, which was myself, I saw a ray illumine them; the Duchess, goddess turned woman, and appearing in that moment a thousand times more lovely, raised, pointed in my direction the white-gloved hand which had been resting on the balustrade of the box, waved it at me in token of friendship; my gaze felt itself trapped in the spontaneous incandescence of the flashing eyes of the Princess, who had unconsciously set them ablaze merely by turning her head to see who it might be that her cousin was thus greeting, while the Duchess, who had remembered me, showered upon me the sparkling and celestial torrent of her smile\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And now every morning, long before the hour at which she would appear, I went by a devious course to post myself at the corner of the street along which she generally came, and, when the moment of her arrival seemed imminent, strolled homewards with an air of being absorbed in something else, looking the other way and raising my eyes to her face as I drew level with her, but as though I had not in the least expected to see her. Indeed, for the first few mornings, so as to be sure of not missing her, I waited opposite the house. And every time that the carriage gate opened letting out one after another so many people who were none of them she for whom I was waiting its grinding rattle continued in my heart in a series of oscillations which it took me a long time to subdue. For never was devotee of a famous actress whom he did not know, posting himself and patrolling the pavement outside the stage door, never was angry or idolatrous crowd, gathered to insult or to carry in triumph through the streets the condemned assassin or the national hero whom it believes to be on the point of coming whenever a sound is heard from the inside of the prison or the palace, never were these so stirred by their emotion as I was, awaiting the emergence of this great lady who in her simple attire was able, by the grace of her movements quite different from the gait she affected on entering a drawing-room or a box, to make of her morning walk — and for me there was no one in the world but herself out walking — a whole poem of elegant refinement and the finest ornament, the most curious flower of the season. But after the third day, so that the porter should not discover my stratagem, I betook myself much farther afield, to some point upon the Duchess’s usual route. Often before that evening at the theatre I had made similar little excursions before luncheon when the weather was fine; if it had been raining, at the first gleam of sunshine I would hasten downstairs to take a turn, and if, suddenly, coming towards me, on the still wet pavement changed by the sun into a golden lacquer, in the transformation scene of a crossroads dusty with a grey mist which the sun tanned and gilded, I caught sight of a schoolgirl followed by her governess or of a dairy-maid with her white sleeves, I stood motionless, my hand pressed to my heart which was already leaping towards an unexplored form of life; I tried to bear in mind the street, the time, the number of the door through which the girl whom I followed sometimes had vanished and failed to reappear. Fortunately the fleeting nature of these cherished images, which I promised myself that I would make an effort to see again, prevented them from fixing themselves with any vividness in my memory. No matter, I was less sad now at the thought of my own ill health, of my never having summoned up courage to set to work, to begin a book, the world appeared to me now a pleasanter place to live in, life a more interesting experience now that I had learned that the streets of Paris, like the roads round Balbec, were aflower with those unknown beauties whom I had so often sought to evoke from the woods of Méséglise, each one of whom aroused a sensual longing which she alone appeared capable of assuaging\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On coming home from the Opéra-Comique I had added for next morning to the list of those which for some days past I had been hoping to meet again the form of Mme. de Guermantes, tall, with her high-piled crown of silky, golden hair; with the kindness promised me in the smile which she had directed at me from her cousin’s box. I would follow the course which Françoise had told me that the Duchess generally took, and I would try at the same time, in the hope of meeting two girls whom I had seen a few days earlier, not to miss the break-up of their respective class and catechism. But in the mean time, ever and again, the scintillating smile of Mme. de Guermantes, the pleasant sensation it had given me, returned. And without exactly knowing what I was doing, I tried to find a place for them as a woman studies the possible effect on her dress of some set of jewelled buttons that have just been given her beside the romantic ideas which I had long held and which Albertine’s coldness, Gisèle’s premature departure, ana before them my deliberate and too long sustained separation from Gilberte, had set free the idea, for instance of being loved by a woman, of having a life in common with her; next, it had been the image of one or other of the two girls seen in the street that I brought into relation with those ideas, to which immediately afterwards I was trying to adapt my memory of the Duchess. Compared with those ideas my memory of Mme. de Guermantes at the Opéra-Comique was a very little thing, a tiny star twinkling beside the long tail of a blazing comet; moreover I had been quite familiar with the ideas long before I came to know Mme. de Guermantes; my memory of her, on the contrary, I possessed but imperfectly; every now and then it escaped me; it was during the hours when, from floating vaguely in my mind in the same way as the images of various other pretty women, it passed gradually into a unique and definite association — exclusive of every other feminine form — with those romantic ideas of so much longer standing than itself, it was during those few hours in which I remembered it most clearly that I ought to have taken steps to find out exactly what it was; but I did not then know the importance which it was to assume for me; it was pleasant merely as a first private meeting with Mme. de Guermantes inside myself, it was the first, the only accurate sketch, the only one taken from life, the only one that was really Mme. de Guermantes; during the few hours in which I was fortunate enough to retain it without having the sense to pay it any attention, it must all the same have been charming, that memory, since it was always to it, and quite freely moreover, to that moment, without haste, without strain, without the slightest compulsion or anxiety, that my ideas of love returned; then, as gradually those ideas fixed it more definitely, it acquired from them a proportionately greater strength but itself became more vague; presently I could no longer recapture it; and in my dreams I probably altered it completely, for whenever I saw Mme. de Guermantes I realised the difference — never twice, as it happened, the same — between what I had imagined and what I saw. And now every morning, certainly at the moment when Mme. de Guermantes emerged from her gateway at the top of the street I saw again her tall figure, her face with its bright eyes and crown of silken hair — all the things for which I was there waiting; but, on the other hand, a minute or two later, when, having first turned my eyes away so as to appear not to be waiting for this encounter which I had come out to seek, I raised them to look at the Duchess at the moment in which we converged, what I saw then were red patches as to which I knew not whether they were due to the fresh air or to a faulty complexion on a sullen face which with the curtest of nods, a long way removed from the affability of the Phèdre evening, acknowledged my salute, which I addressed to her daily with an air of surprise, and which did not seem to please her. And yet, after a few days, during which the memory of the two girls fought against heavy odds for the mastery of my amorous feelings against that of Mme. de Guermantes, it was in the end the latter which, as though of its own accord, generally prevailed while its competitors withdrew; it was to it that I finally found myself, deliberately moreover, and as though by preference and for my own pleasure, to have transferred all my thoughts of love. I had ceased to dream of the little girls coming from their catechism, or of a certain dairy-maid; and yet I had also lost all hope of encountering in the street what I had come out to seek, either the affection promised to me, at the theatre, in a smile, or the profile, the bright face beneath its pile of golden hair which were so only when seen from afar. Now I should not even have been able to say what Mme. de Guermantes was like, by what I recognised her, for every day, in the picture which she presented as a whole, the face was different, as were the dress and the hat\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Why did I one morning, when I saw bearing down on me beneath a violet hood a sweet, smooth face whose charms were symmetrically arranged about a pair of blue eyes, a face in which the curve of the nose seemed to have been absorbed, gauge from a joyous commotion in my bosom that I was not going to return home without having caught a glimpse of Mme. de Guermantes; and on the next feel the same disturbance, affect the same indifference, turn away my eyes in the same careless manner as on the day before, on the apparition, seen in profile as she crossed from a side street and crowned by a navy-blue toque, of a beak-like nose bounding a flushed cheek chequered with a piercing eye, like some Egyptian deity? Once it was not merely a woman with a bird’s beak that I saw but almost the bird itself; the outer garments, even the toque of Mme. de Guermantes were of fur, and since she thus left no cloth visible, she seemed naturally furred, like certain vultures whose thick, smooth, dusky, downy plumage suggests rather the skin of a wild beast. From the midst of this natural plumage, the tiny head arched out its beak and the two eyes on its surface were piercing-keen and blue\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One day I had been pacing up and down the street for hours on end without a vestige of Mme. de Guermantes when suddenly, inside a pastrycook’s shop tucked in between two of the mansions of this aristocratic and plebeian quarter, there appeared, took shape the vague and unfamiliar face of a fashionably dressed woman who was asking to see some little cakes, and, before I had had time to make her out, there shot forth at me like a lightning flash, reaching me sooner than its accompaniment of thunder, the glance of the Duchess; another time, having failed to meet her and hearing twelve strike, I realised that it was not worth my while to wait for her any longer, I Was sorrowfully making my way homewards; and, absorbed in my own disappointment, looking absently after and not seeing a carriage that had overtaken me, I realised suddenly that the movement of her head which I saw a lady make through the carriage window was meant for me, and that this lady, whose features, relaxed and pale, or it might equally be tense and vivid, composed, beneath a round hat which nestled at the foot of a towering plume, the face of a stranger whom I had supposed that I did not know, was Mme. de Guermantes, by whom I had let myself be greeted without so much as acknowledging her bow. And sometimes I came upon her as I entered the gate, standing outside the lodge where the detestable porter whose scrutinous eye I loathed and dreaded was in the act of making her a profound obeisance and also, no doubt, his daily report. For the entire staff of the Guermantes household, hidden behind the window curtains, were trembling as they watched a conversation which they were unable to overhear, but which meant as they very well knew that one or other of them would certainly have his ‘day out’ stopped by the Duchess to whom this Cerberus was betraying him. In view of the whole series of different faces which Mme. Guermantes displayed thus one after another, faces that occupied a relative and varying extent, contracted one day, vast the next, in her person and attire as a whole, my love was not attached to any one of those changeable and ever-changing elements of flesh and fabric which replaced one another as day followed day, and which she could modify, could almost entirely reconstruct without altering my disturbance because beneath them, beneath the new collar and the strange cheek, I felt that it was still Mme. de Guermantes. What I loved was the invisible person who set all this outward show in motion, her whose hostility so distressed me, whose approach set me trembling, whose life I would fain have made my own and driven out of it her friends. She might flaunt a blue feather or shew a fiery cheek without her actions’ losing their importance for me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I should not myself have felt that Mme. de Guermantes was tired of meeting me day after day, had I not learned it indirectly by reading it on the face, stiff with coldness, disapproval and pity which Françoise shewed when she was helping me to get ready for these morning walks. The moment I asked her for my outdoor things I felt a contrary wind arise in her worn and battered features. I made no attempt to win her confidence, for I knew that I should not succeed. She had, for at once discovering any unpleasant thing that might have happened to my parents or myself, a power the nature of which I have never been able to fathom. Perhaps it was not supernatural, but was to be explained by sourees of information that were open to her alone: as it may happen that the news which often reaches a savage tribe several days before the post has brought it to the European colony has really been transmitted to them not by telepathy but from hill-top to hill-top by a chain of beacon fires. So, in the particular instance of my morning walks, possibly Mme. de Guermantes’s servants had heard their mistress say how tired she was of running into me every day without fail wherever she went, and had repeated her remarks to Françoise. My parents might, it is true, have attached some servant other than Françoise to my person, still I should have been no better off. Françoise was in a sense less of a servant than the others. In her way of feeling things, of being kind and pitiful, hard and distant, superior and narrow, of combining a white skin with red hands, she was still the village maiden whose parents had had ‘a place of their own’ but having come to grief had been obliged to put her into service. Her presence in our household was the country air, the social life of a farm of fifty years ago wafted to us by a sort of reversal of the normal order of travel whereby it is the place that comes to visit the person. As the glass cases in a local museum are filled with specimens of the curious handiwork which the peasants still carve or embroider or whatever it may be in certain parts of the country, so our flat in Paris was decorated with the words of Françoise, inspired by a traditional local sentiment and governed by extremely ancient laws. And she could in Paris find her way back as though by clues of coloured thread to the songbirds and cherry trees of her childhood, to her mother’s deathbed, which she still vividly saw. But in spite of all this wealth of background, once she had come to Paris and had entered our service she had acquired — as, obviously, anyone else coming there in her place would have acquired — the ideas, the system of interpretation used by the servants on the other floors, compensating for the respect which she was obliged to shew to us by repeating the rude words that the cook on the fourth floor had used to her mistress, with a servile gratification so intense that, for the first time in our lives, feeling a sort of solidarity between ourselves and the detestable occupant of the fourth floor flat, we said to ourselves that possibly we too were ‘employers’ after all. This alteration in Françoise’» character was perhaps inevitable. Certain forms of existence are so abnormal that they are bound to produce certain characteristic faults; such was the life led by the King at Versailles among his courtiers, a life as strange as that of a Pharaoh or a Doge — and, far more even than his, the life of his courtiers. The life led by our servants is probably of an even more monstrous abnormality, which only its familiarity can prevent us from seeing. But it was actually in details more intimate still that I should have been obliged, if I had dismissed Françoise, to keep the same servant. For various others might, in years to come, enter my service; already furnished with the defects common to all servants, they underwent nevertheless a rapid transformation with me. As, in the rules of tactics, an attack in one sector compels a counter-attack in another, so as not to be hurt by the asperities of my nature, all of them effected in their own an identical resilience, always at the same points, and to make up for this took advantage of the gaps in my line to thrust out advanced posts. Of these gaps I knew nothing, any more than of the salients to which they gave rise, precisely because they were gaps. But my servants, by gradually becoming spoiled, taught me of their existence. It was from the defects which they invariably acquired that I learned what were my own natural and invariable shortcomings; their character offered me a sort of negative plate of my own. We had always laughed, my mother and I, at Mme. Sazerat, who used, in speaking of her servants, expressions like ‘the lower orders’ or ‘the servant class.’ But I am bound to admit that what made it useless to think of replacing Françoise by anyone else was that her successor would inevitably have belonged just as much to the race of servants in general and to the class of my servants in particular\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To return to Françoise, I never in my life experienced any humiliation without having seen beforehand on her face a store of condolences prepared and waiting; and if then in my anger at the thought of being pitied by her I tried to pretend that on the contrary I had scored a distinct success, my lies broke feebly on the wall of her respectful but obvious unbelief and the consciousness that she enjoyed of her own infallibility. For she knew the truth. She refrained from uttering it, and made only a slight movement with her lips as if she still bad her mouth full and was finishing a tasty morsel. She refrained from uttering it, or so at least I long believed, for at that time I still supposed that it was by means of words that one communicated the truth to others. Indeed the words that people used to me recorded their meaning so unalterably on the sensitive plate of my mind that I could no more believe it to be possible that anyone who had professed to love me did not love me than Françoise herself could have doubted when she had read it in a newspaper that some clergyman or gentleman was prepared, on receipt of a stamped envelope, to furnish us free of charge with an infallible remedy for every known complaint or with the means of multiplying our income an hundredfold. If, on the other hand, our doctor were to prescribe for her the simplest ointment to cure a cold in the head, she, so stubborn to endure the keenest suffering, would complain bitterly of what she had been made to sniff, insisting that it tickled her nose and that life was not worth living. But she was the first person to prove to me by her example which I was not to understand until, long afterwards, when it was given me afresh and to my greater discomfort, as will be found in the later volumes of this work, by a person who was dearer to me than Françoise that the truth has no need to be uttered to be made apparent, and that one may perhaps gather it with more certainty, without waiting for words, without even bothering one’s head about them, from a thousand outward signs, even from certain invisible phenomena, analogous in the sphere of human character to what in nature are atmospheric changes. I might perhaps have suspected this. since to myself at that time it frequently occurred that I said things in which there was no vestige of truth, while I made the real truth plain by all manner of involuntary confidences expressed by my body and in my actions which were at once interpreted by Françoise; I ought perhaps to have suspected it, but to do so I should first have had to be conscious that I myself was occasionally untruthful and dishonest. Now untruthfulness and dishonesty were with me, as with most people; called into being in so immediate, so contingent a fashion, and in self-defence, by some particular interest, that my mind, fixed on some lofty ideal, allowed my character, in the darkness below, to set about those urgent, sordid tasks, and did net look down to observe them. When Françoise, in the evening, was polite to me, and asked my permission before sitting down in my room, it seemed as though her face became transparent and I could see the goodness and honesty that lay beneath. But Jupien, who had lapses into indiscretion of which I learned only later, revealed afterwards that she had told him that I was not worth the price of a rope to hang me, and that I had tried to insult her in every possible way. These words of Jupien set up at once before my eyes, in new and strange colours, a print of the picture of my relations with Françoise so different from that on which I used to like letting my eyes rest, and in which, without the least possibility of doubt, Françoise adored me and lost no opportunity of singing my praises, that I realised that it is not only the material world that is different from the aspect in which we see it; that all reality is perhaps equally dissimilar from what we think ourselves to be directly perceiving; that the trees, the sun and the sky would not be the same as what we see if they were apprehended by creatures having eyes differently constituted from ours, or, better still, endowed for that purpose with organs other than eyes which would furnish trees and sky and sun with equivalents, though not visual. However that might be, this sudden outlet which Jupien threw open for me upon the real world appalled me. So far it was only Françoise that was revealed, and of her I barely thought. Was it the same with all one’s social relations? And in what depths of despair might this not some day plunge me, if it were the same with love? That was the future’s secret. For the present only Françoise was concerned. Did she sincerely believe what she had said to Jupien? Had she said it to embroil Jupien with me, possibly so that we should not appoint Jupien’s girl as her successor? At any rate I realised the impossibility of obtaining any direct and certain knowledge of whether Françoise loved or lothed me. And thus it was she who first gave me the idea that a person does not as I had imagined stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourself exposed on his surface, like a garden at which, with all its borders spread out before us, we gaze through a railing, but is a shadow which we can never succeed in penetrating, of which there can be no such thing as direct knowledge, with respect to which we form countless beliefs, based upon his words and sometimes upon his actions, though neither words nor actions can give us anything but inadequate and as it proves contradictory information — a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine, with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was genuinely in love with Mme. de Guermantes. The greatest happiness that I could have asked of God would have been that He should overwhelm her under every imaginable calamity, and that ruined, despised, stripped of all the privileges that divided her from me, having no longer any home of her own or people who would condescend to speak to her, she should come to me for refuge. I imagined her doing so. And indeed on those evenings when some change in the atmosphere or in my own condition brought to the surface of my consciousness some forgotten scroll on which were recorded impressions of other days, instead of profiting by the refreshing strength that had been generated in me, instead of employing it to decipher in my own mind thoughts which as a rule escaped me, instead of setting myself at last to work, I preferred to relate aloud, to plan out in the third person, with a flow of invention as useless as was my declamation of it, a whole novel crammed with adventure, in which the Duchess, fallen upon misfortune, came to implore assistance from me — me who had become, by a converse change of circumstances, rich and powerful. And when I had let myself thus for hours on end imagine the circumstances, rehearse the sentences with which I should welcome the Duchess beneath my roof, the situation remained unaltered; I had, alas, in reality, chosen to love the very woman who, in her own person, combined perhaps the greatest possible number of different advantages; in whose eyes, accordingly, I could not hope, myself, ever to cut any figure; for she was as rich as the richest commoner — and noble also; without reckoning that personal charm which set her at the pinnacle of fashion, made her among the rest a sort of queen\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt that I was annoying her by crossing her path in this way every morning; but even if I had had the courage to refrain, for two or three days consecutively, from doing so, perhaps that abstention, which would have represented so great a sacrifice on my part, Mme. de Guermantes would not have noticed, or would have set it down to some obstacle beyond my control. And indeed I could not have succeeded in making myself cease to track her down except by arranging that it should be impossible for me to do so, for the need incessantly reviving in me to meet her, to be for a moment the object of her attention, the person to whom her bow was addressed, was stronger than my fear of arousing her displeasure. I should have had to go away for some time; and for that I had not the heart. I did think of it more than once. I would then tell Françoise to pack my boxes, and immediately afterwards to unpack them. And as the spirit of imitation, the desire not to appear behind the times, alters the most natural and most positive form of oneself, Françoise, borrowing the expression from her daughter’s vocabulary, used to remark that I was ‘dippy.’ She did not approve of this; she said that I was always ‘balancing,’ for she made use, when she was not aspiring to rival the moderns, of the language of Saint-Simon. It is true that she liked it still less when I spoke to her as master to servant. She knew that this was not natural to me, and did not suit me, a condition which she rendered in words as ‘where there isn’t a will.’ I should never have had the heart to leave Paris except in a direction that would bring me closer to Mme. de Guermantes. This was by no means an impossibility. Should I not indeed find myself nearer to her than I was in the morning, in the street, solitary, abashed, feeling that not a single one of the thoughts which I should have liked to convey to her ever reached her, in that weary patrolling up and down of walks which might be continued, day after day, for ever without the slightest advantage to myself, if I were to go miles away from Mme. de Guermantes, but go to some one of her acquaintance, some one whom she knew to be particular in the choice of his friends and who would appreciate my good qualities, would be able to speak to her about me, and if not to obtain it from her at least to make her know what I wanted, some one by means of whom, in any event, simply because I should discuss with him whether or not it would be possible for him to convey this or that message to her, I should give to my solitary and silent meditations a new form, spoken, active, which would seem an advance, almost a realisation. What she did during the mysterious daily life of the ‘Guermantes’ that she was — this was the constant object of my thoughts; and to break through the mystery, even by indirect means, as with a lever, by employing the services of a person to whom were not forbidden the town house of the Duchess, her parties, unrestricted conversation with her, would not that be a contact more distant but at the same time more effective than my contemplation of her every morning in the street?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The friendship, the admiration that Saint-Loup felt for me seemed to me undeserved and had hitherto left me unmoved. All at once I attached a value to them, I would have liked him to disclose them to Mme. de Guermantes, I was quite prepared even to ask him to do so. For when we are in love, all the trifling little privileges that we enjoy we would like to be able to divulge to the woman we love, as people who have been disinherited and bores of other kinds do to us in everyday life. We are distressed by her ignorance of them; we seek consolation in the thought that just because they are never visible she has perhaps added to the opinion which she already had of us this possibility of further advantages that must remain unknown\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup had not for a long time been able to come to Paris, whether, as he himself explained, on account of his military duties, or, as was more likely, on account of the trouble that he was having with his mistress, with whom he had twice now been on the point of breaking off relations. He had often told me what a pleasure it would be to him if I came to visit him at that garrison town, the name of which, a couple of days after his leaving Balbec, had caused me so much joy when I had read it on the envelope of the first letter I received from my friend. It was not so far from Balbec as its wholly inland surroundings might have led one to think one of those little fortified towns, aristocratic and military, set in a broad expanse of country over which on fine days there floats so often into the distance a sort of intermittent haze of sound which — as a screen of poplars by its sinuosities outlines the course of a river which one cannot see — indicates the movements of a regiment on parade, so that the very atmosphere of its streets, avenues and squares has been gradually tuned to a sort of perpetual vibration, musical and martial, while the most ordinary note of cartwheel or tramway is prolonged in vague trumpet calls, indefinitely repeated, to the hallucinated ear, by the silence. It was not too far away from Paris for me to be able, if I took the express, to return, join my mother and grandmother and sleep in my own bed. As soon as I realised this, troubled by a painful longing, I had too little will power to decide not to return to Paris but rather to stay in this town; but also too little to prevent a porter from carrying my luggage to a cab and not to adopt, as I walked behind him, the unburdened mind of a traveller who is looking after his luggage and for whom no grandmother is waiting anywhere at home, to get into the carriage with the complete detachment of a person who, having ceased to think of what it is that he wants, has the air of knowing what he wants, and to give the driver the address of the cavalry barracks. I thought that Saint-Loup might come to sleep that night at the hotel at which I should be staying, so as to make less painful for me the first shock of contact with this strange town. One of the guard went to find him, and I waited at the barrack gate, before that huge ship of stone, booming with the November wind, out of which, every moment, for it was now six o’clock, men were emerging in pairs into the street, staggering as if they were coming ashore in some foreign port in which they found themselves temporarily anchored\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup appeared, moving like a whirlwind, his eyeglass spinning in the air before him; I had not given my name, I was eager to enjoy his surprise and delight. “Oh! What a bore!” he exclaimed, suddenly catching sight of me, and blushing to the tips of his ears. “I have just had a week’s leave, and I shan’t be off duty again for another week.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And, preoccupied by the thought of my having to spend this first night alone, for he knew better than anyone my bed-time agonies, which he had often remarked and soothed at Balbec, he broke off his lamentation to turn and look at me, coax me with little smiles, with tender though unsymmetrical glances, half of them coming directly from his eye, the other half through his eyeglass, but both sorts alike an allusion to the emotion that he felt on seeing me again, an allusion also to that important matter which I did not always understand but which concerned me now vitally, our friendship\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I say! Where are you going to sleep? Really, I can’t recommend the hotel where we mess; it is next to the Exhibition ground, where there’s a show just starting; you’ll find it beastly crowded. No, you’d better go to the Hôtel de Flandre; it is a little eighteenth-century palace with old tapestries. It ‘makes’ quite an ‘old-world residence.’”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup employed in every connexion the word ‘makes’ for ‘has the air of,’ because the spoken language, like the written, feels from time to time the need of these alterations in the meanings of words, these refinements of expression. And just as journalists often have not the least idea from what school of literature come the ‘turns of speech’ that they borrow, so the vocabulary, the very diction of Saint-Loup were formed in imitation of three different aesthetes, none of whom he knew personally but whose way of speaking had been indirectly instilled into him. “Besides,” he concluded, “the hotel I mean is more or less adapted to your supersensitiveness of hearing. You will have no neighbours. I quite see that it is a slender advantage, and as, after all, another visitor may arrive to-morrow, it would not be worth your while to choose that particular hotel with so precarious an object in view. No, it is for its appeal to the eye that I recommend it. The rooms are quite attractive, all the furniture is old and comfortable; there is something reassuring about that.” But to me, less of an artist than Saint-Loup, the pleasure that an attractive house could give was superficial, almost non-existent, and could not calm my growing anguish, as painful as that which I used to feel long ago at Combray when my mother did not come upstairs to say good night, or that which I felt on the evening of my arrival at Balbec in the room with the unnaturally high ceiling, which smelt of flowering grasses. Saint-Loup read all this in my fixed gaze\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “A lot you care, though, about this charming palace, my poor fellow; you’re quite pale; and here am I like a great brute talking to you about tapestries which you won’t have the heart to look at, even. I know the room they’ll put you in; personally I find it most enlivening, but I can quite understand that it won’t have the same effect on you with your sensitive nature. You mustn’t think I don’t understand; I don’t feel the same myself, but I can put myself in your place.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At that moment a serjeant who was exercising a horse on the square, entirely absorbed in making the animal jump, disregarding the salutes of passing troopers, but hurling volleys of oaths at such as got in his way, turned with a smile to Saint-Loup and, seeing that he had a friend with him, saluted us. But his horse at once reared. Saint-Loup flung himself at its head, caught it by the bridle, succeeded in quieting it and returned to my side\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes,” he resumed; “I assure you that I fully understand; I feel for you as keenly as you do yourself. I am wretched,” he went on, laying his hand lovingly on my shoulder, “when I think that if I could have stayed with you to-night, I might have been able, if we talked till morning, to relieve you of a little of your unhappiness. I can lend you any number of books, but you won’t want to read if you’re feeling like that. And I shan’t be able to get anyone else to take my duty here; I’ve been off now twice running because my girl came down to see me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And he knitted his brows partly with vexation and also in the effort to decide, like a doctor, what remedy he might best apply to my disease\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Run along and light the fire in my quarters,” he called to a trooper who passed us. “Hurry up; get a move on!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0After which he turned once more to me, and his eyeglass and his peering, myopic gaze hinted an allusion to our great friendship\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No! To see you here, in these barracks where I have spent so much time thinking about you, I can scarcely believe my eyes. I must be dreaming. And how are you? Better, I hope. You must tell me all about yourself presently. We’ll go up to my room; we mustn’t hang about too long on the square, there’s the devil of a draught; I don’t feel it now myself, but you aren’t accustomed to it, I’m afraid of your catching cold. And what about your work; have you started yet? No? You are a quaint fellow! If I had your talent I’m sure I should be writing morning, noon and night. It amuses you more to do nothing? What a pity it is that it’s the useless fellows like me who are always ready to work, and the ones who could if they wanted to, won’t. There, and I’ve clean forgotten to ask you how your grandmother is. Her Proudhons are in safe keeping. I never part from them.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0An officer, tall, handsome, majestic, emerged with slow and solemn gait from the foot of a staircase. Saint-Loup saluted him and arrested the perpetual instability of his body for the moment occupied in holding his hand against the peak of his cap. But he had flung himself into the action with so much force, straightening himself with so sharp a movement, and, the salute ended, let his hand fall with so abrupt a relaxation, altering all the positions of shoulder, leg, and eyeglass, that this moment was one not so much of immobility as of a throbbing tension in which were neutralised the excessive movements which he had just made and those on which he was about to embark. Meanwhile the officer, without coming any nearer us, calm, benevolent, dignified, imperial, representing, in short, the direct opposite of Saint-Loup, himself also, but without haste, raised his hand to the peak of his cap\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I must just say a word to the Captain,” whispered Saint-Loup. “Be a good fellow, and go and wait for me in my room. It’s the second on the right, on the third floor; I’ll be with you in a minute.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And setting off at the double, preceded by his eyeglass which fluttered in every direction, he made straight for the slow and stately Captain whose horse had just been brought round and who, before preparing to mount, was giving orders with a studied nobility of gesture as in some historical painting, and as though he were setting forth to take part in some battle of the First Empire, whereas he was simply going to ride home, to the house which he had taken for the period of his service at Doncières, and which stood in a Square that was named, as though in an ironical anticipation of the arrival of this Napoleonid, Place de la République. I started to climb the staircase, nearly slipping on each of its nail-studded steps, catching glimpses of barrack-rooms, their bare walls edged with a double line of beds and kits. I was shewn Saint-Loup’s room. I stood for a moment outside its closed door, for I could hear some one stirring; he moved something, let fall something else; I felt that the room was not empty, that there must be somebody there. But it was only the freshly lighted fire beginning to burn. It could not keep quiet, it kept shifting its faggots about, and very clumsily. I entered the room; it let one roll into the fender and set another smoking. And even when it was not moving, like an ill-bred person it made noises all the time, which, from the moment I saw the flames rising, revealed themselves to me as noises made by a fire, although if I had been on the other side of a wall I should have thought that they came from some one who was blowing his nose and walking about. I sat down in the room and waited. Liberty hangings and old German stuffs of the eighteenth century managed to rid it of the smell that was exhaled by the rest of the building, a coarse, insipid, mouldy smell like that of stale toast. It was here, in this banning room, that I could have dined and slept with a calm and happy mind Saint-Loup seemed almost to be present by reason of the text-books which littered his table, between his photographs, among which I could make out my own and that of the Duchesse de Guermantes, by the light of the fire which had at length grown accustomed to the grate, and, like an animal crouching in an ardent, noiseless, faithful watchfulness, let fall only now and then a smouldering log which crumbled into sparks, or licked with a tongue of flame the sides of the chimney. I heard the tick of Saint-Loup’s watch, which could not be far away. This tick changed its place every moment ‘for I could not see the watch; it seemed to come from behind, from in front of me, from my right, from my left, sometimes to die away as though at a great distance. Suddenly I caught sight of the watch on the table. Then I heard the tick in a fixed place from which it did not move again. That is to say, I thought I heard it at this place; I did not hear it there; I saw it there, for sounds have no position in space. Or rather we associate them with movements, and in that way they serve the purpose of warning us of those movements, of appearing to make them necessary and natural. Certainly it happens commonly enough that a sick man whose ears have been stopped with cotton-wool ceases to hear the noise of a fire such as was crackling at that moment in Saint-Loup’s fireplace, labouring at the formation of brands and cinders, which it then lets fall into the fender, nor would he hear the passage of the tramway-cars whose music took its flight, at regular intervals, over the Grand’place of Doncières. Let the sick man then read a book, and the pages will turn silently before him, as though they were moved by the fingers of a god. The dull thunder of a bath which is being filled becomes thin, faint and distant as the twittering of birds in the sky. The withdrawal of sound, its dilution, take from it all its power to hurt us; driven mad a moment ago by hammer-blows which seemed to be shattering the ceiling above our head, it is with a quiet delight that we now gather in their sound, light, caressing, distant, like the murmur of leaves playing by the roadside with the passing breeze. We play games of patience with cards which we do not hear, until we imagine that we have not touched them, that they are moving of their own accord, and, anticipating our desire to play with them, have begun to play with us. And in this connexion we may ask ourselves whether, in the case of love to which indeed we may add the love of life and the love of fame, since there are, it appears, persons who are acquainted with these latter sentiments, we ought not to act like those who, when a noise disturbs them, instead of praying that it may cease, stop their ears; and, with them for our pattern, bring our attention, our defensive strength to bear on ourselves, give ourselves as an objective to capture not the ‘other person’ with whom we are in love but our capacity for suffering at that person’s hands\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To return to the problem of sounds, we have only to thicken the wads which close the aural passages, and they confine to a pianissimo the girl who has just been playing a boisterous tune overhead; if we go farther, and steep the wad in grease, at once the whole household must obey its despotic rule; its laws extend even beyond our portals. Pianissimo is not enough; the wad instantly orders the piano to be shut, and the music lesson is abruptly ended; the gentleman who was walking up and down in the room above breaks off in the middle of his beat; the movement of carriages and tramways is interrupted as though a Sovereign were expected to pass. And indeed this attenuation of sounds sometimes disturbs our slumbers instead of guarding them. Only yesterday the incessant noise in our ears, by describing to us in a continuous narrative all that was happening in the street and in the house, succeeded at length in making us sleep, like L boring book; to-night, through the sheet of silence that is spread over our sleep a shock, louder than the rest, manages to make itself heard, gentle as a sigh, unrelated to any other sound, mysterious; and the call for an explanation which it emits is sufficient to awaken us. Take away for a moment from the sick man the cotton-wool that has been stopping his ears and in a flash the full daylight, the sun of sound dawns afresh, dazzling him, is born again in his universe; in all haste returns the multitude of exiled sounds; we are present, as though it were the chanting of choirs of angels, at the resurrection of the voice. The empty streets are filled for a moment with the whirr of the swift, consecutive wings of the singing tramway-cars. In the bedroom itself, the sick man has created, not, like Prometheus, fire, but the sound of fire. And when we increase or reduce the wads of cottonwool, it is as though we were pressing alternately one and the other of the two pedals with which we have extended the resonant compass of the outer world\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Only there are also suppressions of sound which are not temporary. The man who has grown completely deaf cannot even heat a pan of milk by his bedside, but he must keep an eye open to watch, on the tilted lid, for the white, arctic reflexion, like that of a coming snowstorm, which is the warning sign which he is wise to obey, by cutting off as Our Lord bade the waves be still the electric current; for already the swelling, jerkily climbing egg of boiling milk-film is reaching its climax in a series of sidelong movements, has filled and set bellying the drooping sails with which the cream has skimmed its surface, sends in a sudden storm a scud of pearly substance flying overboard — sails which the cutting off of the current, if the electric storm is hushed in time, will fold back upon themselves and let fall with the ebbing tide, changed now to magnolia petals. But if the sick man should not be quick enough in taking the necessary precautions, presently, when his drowned books and watch are seen barely emerging from the milky tide, he will be obliged to call the old nurse who, though he be himself an eminent statesman or a famous writer, will tell him that he has no more sense than a child of five. At other times in the magic chamber, between us and the closed door, a person who was not there a moment ago makes his appearance; it is a visitor whom we did not hear coming in, and who merely gesticulates, like a figure in one of those little puppet theatres, so restful for those who have taken a dislike to the spoken tongue. And for this totally deaf man, since the loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition, it is with ecstasy that he walks now upon an earth grown almost an Eden, in which sound has not yet been created. The highest waterfalls unfold for his eyes alone their ribbons of crystal, stiller than the glassy sea, like the cascades of Paradise. As sound was for him before his deafness the perceptible form in which the cause of a movement was draped, objects moved without sound seemed to be being moved also without cause; deprived of all resonant quality, they shew a spontaneous activity, seem to be alive. They move, halt, become alight of their own accord. Of their own accord they vanish in the air like the winged monsters of prehistoric days. In the solitary and unneighboured home of the deaf man the service which, before his infirmity was complete, was already shewing an increased discretion, was being carried on in silence, is now assured him with a sort of surreptitious deftness, by mutes, as at the court of a fairy-tale king. And, as upon the stage, the building on which the deaf man looks from his window — be it barracks, church, or town hall — is only so much scenery. If one day it should fall to the ground, it may emit a cloud of dust and leave visible ruins; but, less material even than a palace on the stage, though it has not the same exiguity, it will subside in the magic universe without letting the fall of its heavy blocks of stone tarnish, with anything so vulgar as sound, the chastity of the prevailing silence\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The silence, though only relative, which reigned in the little barrack-room where I sat waiting was now broken. The door opened and Saint-Loup, dropping his eyeglass, dashed in\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah, my dear Robert, you make yourself very comfortable here,” I said to him; “how jolly it would be if one were allowed to dine and sleep here.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And to be sure, had it not been against the regulations, what repose untinged by sadness I could have tasted there, guarded by that atmosphere of tranquillity, vigilance and gaiety which was maintained by a thousand wills controlled and free from care, a thousand heedless spirits, in that great community called a barracks where, time having taken the form of action, the sad bell that tolled the hours outside was replaced by the same joyous clarion of those martial calls, the ringing memory of which was kept perpetually alive in the paved streets of the town, like the dust that floats in a sunbeam; — a voice sure of being heard, and musical because it was the command not only of authority to obedience but of wisdom to happiness\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “So you’d rather stay with me and sleep here, would you, than to go the hotel by yourself?” Saint-Loup asked me, smiling\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, Robert, it is cruel of you to be sarcastic about it,” I pleaded; “you know it’s not possible, and you know how wretched I shall be over there.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Good! You flatter me!” he replied. “It occurred to me just now that you would rather stay here to-night. And that is precisely what I stopped to ask the Captain.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And he has given you leave?” I cried\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He hadn’t the slightest objection.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh! I adore him!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; that would be going too far. But now, let me just get hold of my batman and tell him to see about our dinner,” he went on, while I turned away so as to hide my tears\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We were several times interrupted by one or other of Saint-Loup’s friends’ coming in. He drove them all out again\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Get out of here. Buzz off!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I begged him to let them stay\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, really; they would bore you stiff; they are absolutely uncultured; all they can talk about is racing, or stables shop. Besides, I don’t want them here either; they would spoil these precious moments I’ve been looking forward to. But you mustn’t think, when I tell you that these fellows are brainless, that everything military is devoid of intellectuality. Far from it. We have a major here who is a splendid chap. He’s given us a course in which military history is treated like a demonstration, like a problem in algebra. Even from the aesthetic point of view there is a curious beauty, alternately inductive and deductive, about it which you couldn’t fail to appreciate.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That’s not the officer who’s given me leave to stay here to-night?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; thank God! The man you ‘adore’ for so very trifling a service is the biggest fool that ever walked the face of the earth. He is perfect at looking after messing, and at kit inspections; he spends hours with the serjeant major and the master tailor. There you have his mentality. Apart from that he has a vast contempt, like everyone here, for the excellent major I was telling you about. No one will speak to him because he’s a freemason and doesn’t go to confession. The Prince de Borodino would never have an outsider like that in his house. Which is pretty fair cheek, when all’s said and done, from a man whose great-grandfather was a small farmer, and who would probably be a small farmer himself if it hadn’t been for the Napoleonic wars. Not that he hasn’t a lurking sense of his own rather ambiguous position in society, where he’s neither flesh nor fowl. He hardly ever shews his face at the Jockey, it makes him feel so deuced awkward, this so-called Prince,” added Robert, who, having been led by the same spirit of imitation to adopt the social theories of his teachers and the worldly prejudices of his relatives, had unconsciously wedded the democratic love of humanity to a contempt for the nobility of the Empire\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was looking at the photograph of his aunt, and the thought that, since Saint-Loup had this photograph in his possession, he might perhaps give it to me, made me feel all the fonder of him and hope to do him a thousand services, which seemed to me a very small exchange for it. For this photograph was like one encounter more, added to all those that I had already had, with Mme. de Guermantes; better still, a prolonged encounter, as if, by some sudden stride forward in our relations, she had stopped beside me, in a garden hat, and had allowed me for the first time to gaze at my leisure at that plump cheek, that arched neck, that tapering eyebrow veiled from me hitherto by the swiftness of her passage, the bewilderment of my impressions, the imperfection of memory; and the contemplation of them, as well as of the bare bosom and arms of a woman whom I had never seen save in a high-necked and long-sleeved bodice, was to me a voluptuous discovery, a priceless favour. Those lines, which had seemed to me almost a forbidden spectacle, I could study there, as in a text-book of the only geometry that had any value for me. Later on, when I looked at Robert, I noticed that he too was a little like the photograph of his aunt, and by a mysterious process which I found almost as moving, since, if his face had not been directly created by hers, the two had nevertheless a common origin. The features of the Duchesse de Guermantes, which were pinned to my vision of Combray, the nose like a falcon’s beak, the piercing eyes, seemed to have served also as a pattern for the cutting out — in another copy analogous and slender, with too delicate a skin — of Robert’s face, which might almost be superimposed upon his aunt’s. I saw in him, with a keen longing, those features characteristic of the Guermantes, of that race which had remained so individual in the midst of a world with which it was not confounded, in which it remained isolated in the glory of an ornithomorphic divinity, for it seemed to have been the issue, in the age of mythology, of the union of a goddess with a bird\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert, without being aware of its cause, was touched by my evident affection. This was moreover increased by the sense of comfort inspired in me by the heat of the fire and by the champagne which bedewed at the same time my brow with beads of sweat and my cheeks with tears; it washed down the partridges; I ate mine with the dumb wonder of a profane mortal of any sort when he finds in a form of life with which he is not familiar what he has supposed that form of life to exclude — the wonder, for instance, of an atheist who sits down to an exquisitely cooked dinner in a presbytery. And next morning, when I awoke, I rose and went to cast from Saint-Loup’s window, which being at a great height overlooked the whole countryside, a curious scrutiny to make the acquaintance of my new neighbour, the landscape which I had not been able to distinguish the day before, having arrived too late, at an hour when it was already sleeping beneath the outspread cloak of night. And yet, early as it had awoken from its sleep, I could see the ground, when I opened the window and looked out, only as one sees it from the window of a country house, overlooking the lake, shrouded still in its soft white morning gown of mist which scarcely allowed me to make out anything at all. But I knew that, before the troopers who were busy with their horses in the square had finished grooming them, it would have cast its gown aside. In the meantime, I could see only a meagre hill, rearing close up against the side of the barracks a back already swept clear of darkness, rough and wrinkled. Through the transparent curtain of frost I could not take my eyes from this stranger who, too, was looking at me for the first time. But when I had formed the habit of coming to the barracks, my consciousness that the hill was there, more real, consequently, even when I did not see it, than the hotel at Balbec, than our house in Paris, of which I thought as of absent — or dead — friends, that is to say without any strong belief in their existence, brought it about that, even although I was not aware of it myself, its reflected shape outlined itself on the slightest impressions that I formed at Doncières, and among them, to begin with this first morning, on the pleasing impression of warmth given me by the cup of chocolate prepared by Saint-Loup’s batman in this comfortable room, which had the effect of being an optical centre from which to look out at the hill — the idea of there being anything else to do but just gaze at it, the idea of actually climbing it, being rendered impossible by this same mist. Imbibing the shape of the hill, associated with the taste of hot chocolate and with the whole web of my fancies at that particular time, this mist, without my having thought at all about it, succeeded in moistening all my subsequent thoughts about that period, just as a massive and unmelting lump of gold had remained allied to my impressions of Balbec, or as the proximity of the outside stairs of blackish sandstone gave a grey background to my impressions of Combray. It did not, however, persist late into the day; the sun began by hurling at it, in vain, a few darts which sprinkled it with brilliants before they finally overcame it. The hill might expose its grizzled rump to the sun’s rays, which, an hour later, when I went down to the town, gave to the russet tints of the autumn leaves, to the reds and blues of the election posters pasted on the walls, an exaltation which raised my spirits also and made me stamp, singing as I went, on the pavements from which I could hardly keep myself from jumping in the air for joy\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But after that first night I had to sleep at the hotel. And I knew beforehand that I was doomed to find sorrow there. It was like an unbreathable aroma which all my life long had been exhaled for me by every new bedroom, that is to say by every bedroom; in the one which I usually occupied I was not present, my mind remained elsewhere, and in its place sent only the sense of familiarity. But I could not employ this servant, less sensitive than myself, to look after things for me in a new place, where I preceded him, where I arrived by myself, where I must bring into contact with its environment that ‘Self’ which I rediscovered only at year-long intervals, but always the same, having not grown at all since Combray, since my first arrival at Balbec, weeping, without any possibility of consolation, on the edge of an unpacked trunk\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As it happened, I was mistaken. I had no time to be sad, for I was not left alone for an instant. The fact of the matter was that there remained of the old palace a superfluous refinement of structure and decoration, out of place in a modern hotel, which, released from the service of any practical purpose, had in its long spell of leisure acquired a sort of life: passages winding about in all directions, which one was continually crossing in their aimless wanderings, lobbies as long as corridors and as ornate as drawing-rooms, which had the air rather of being dwellers there themselves than of forming part of a dwelling, which could not be induced to enter and settle down in any of the rooms but wandered about outside mine and came up at once to offer me their company — neighbours of a sort, idle but never noisy, menial ghosts of the past who had been granted the privilege of staying, provided they kept quiet, by the doors of the rooms which were let to visitors, and who, every time that I came across them, greeted me with a silent deference. In short, the idea of a lodging, of simply a case for our existence from day to day which shields us only from the cold and from being overlooked by other people, was absolutely inapplicable to this house, an assembly of rooms as real as a colony of people, living, it was true, in silence, but things which one was obliged to meet, to avoid, to appreciate, as one came in. One tried not to disturb them, and one could not look without respect at the great drawing-room which had formed, far back in the eighteenth century, the habit of stretching itself at its ease, among its hangings of old gold and beneath the clouds of its painted ceiling. And one was seized with a more personal curiosity as to the smaller rooms which, without any regard for symmetry, ran all round it, innumerable, startled, fleeing in disorder as far as the garden, to which they had so easy an access down three broken steps\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If I wished to go out or to come in without taking the lift or being seen from the main staircase, a smaller private staircase, no longer in use, offered me its steps so skilfully arranged, one close above another, that there seemed to exist in their gradation a perfect proportion of the same kind as those which, in colours, scents, savours, often arouse in us a peculiar, sensuous pleasure. But the pleasure to be found in going up and downstairs I had had to come here to learn, as once before to a health resort in the Alps to find that the act — as a rule not noticed — of drawing breath could be a perpetual delight. I received that dispensation from effort which is granted to us only by the things to which long use has accustomed us, when I set my feet for the first time on those steps, familiar before ever I knew them, as if they possessed, deposited on them, perhaps, embodied in them by the masters of long ago whom they used to welcome every day, the prospective charm of habits which I had not yet contracted and which indeed could only grow weaker once they had become my own. I looked into a room; the double doors closed themselves behind me, the hangings let in a silence in which I felt myself invested with a sort of exhilarating royalty; a marble mantelpiece with ornaments of wrought brass — of which one would have been wrong to think that its sole idea was to represent the art of the Directory — offered me a fire, and a little easy chair on short legs helped me to warm myself as comfortably as if I had been sitting on the hearthrug. The walls held the room in à close embrace, separating it from the rest of the world and, to let in, to enclose what made it complete, parted to make way for the bookcase, reserved a place for the bed, on either side of which a column airily upheld the raised ceiling of the alcove. And the room was prolonged in depth by two closets as large as itself, the latter of which had hanging from its wall, to scent the occasion on which one had recourse to it, a voluptuous rosary of orris-roots; the doors, if I left them open when I withdrew into this innermost retreat, were not content with tripling its dimensions without its ceasing to be well-proportioned, and not only allowed my eyes to enjoy the delights of extension after those of concentration, but added further to the pleasure of my solitude, which, while still inviolable, was no longer shut in, the sense of liberty. This closet looked out upon a courtyard, a fair solitary stranger whom I was glad to have for a neighbour when next morning my eyes fell on her, a captive between her high walls in which no other window opened, with nothing but two yellowing trees which were enough to give a pinkish softness to the pure sky above\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Before going to bed I decided to leave the room in order to explore the whole of my fairy kingdom. I walked down a long gallery which did me homage successively with all that it had to offer me if I could not sleep, an armchair placed waiting in a corner, a spinet, on a table against the wall, a bowl of blue crockery filled with cinerarias, and, in an old frame, the phantom of a lady of long ago whose powdered hair was starred with blue flowers, holding in her hand a bunch of carnations. When I came to the end, the bare wall in which no door opened said to me simply “Now you must turn and go back, but, you see, you are at home here, the house is yours,” while the soft carpet, not to be left out, added that if I did not sleep that night I could easily come in barefoot, and’ the unshuttered windows, looking out over the oper, country, assured me that they would hold a sleepless vigil and that, at whatever hour I chose to come in, I need not be afraid of disturbing anyone. And behind a hanging curtain I surprised only a little closet which, stopped by the wall and unable to escape any farther, had hidden itself there with a guilty conscience and gave me a frightened stare from its little round window, glowing blue in the moonlight. I went to bed, but the presence of the eiderdown quilt, of the pillars, of the neat fireplace, by straining my attention to a pitch beyond that of Paris, prevented me from letting myself go upon my habitual train of fancies. And as it is this particular state of strained attention that enfolds our slumbers, acts upon them, modifies them, brings them into line with this or that series of past impressions, the images that filled my dreams that first night were borrowed from a memory entirely distinct from that on which I was in the habit of drawing. If I had been tempted while asleep to let myself be swept back upon my ordinary current of remembrance, the bed to which I was not accustomed, the comfortable attention which I was obliged to pay to the position of my various limbs when I turned over, were sufficient to correct my error, to disentangle and to keep running the new thread of my dreams. It is the same with sleep as with our perception of the external world. It needs only a modification in our habits to make it poetic, it is enough that while undressing we should have dozed off unconsciously upon the bed, for the dimensions of our dream-world to be altered and its beauty felt. We awake, look at our watch, see ‘four o’clock’; it is only four o’clock in the morning, but we imagine that the whole day has gone by, so vividly does this nap of a few minutes, unsought by us, appear to have come down to us from the skies, by virtue of some divine right, full-bodied, vast, like an Emperor’s orb of gold. In the morning, while worrying over the thought that my grandfather was ready, and was waiting for me to start on our walk along the Méséglise way, I was awakened by the blare of a regimental band which passed every day beneath my windows. But on several occasions — and I mention these because one cannot properly describe human life unless one shews it soaked in the sleep in which it plunges, which, night after night, sweeps round it as a promontory is encircled by the sea — the intervening layer of sleep was strong enough to bear the shock of the music and I heard nothing. On the other mornings it gave way for a moment; but, still velvety with the refreshment of having slept, my consciousness like those organs by which, after a local anaesthetic, a cauterisation, not perceived at first, is felt only at the very end and then as a faint burning smart was touched only gently by the shrill points of the fifes which caressed it with a vague, cool, matutinal warbling; and after this brief interruption in which the silence had turned to music it relapsed into my slumber before even the dragoons had finished passing, depriving me of the latest opening buds of the sparkling clangorous nosegay. And the zone of my consciousness which its springing stems had brushed was so narrow, so circumscribed with sleep that later on, when Saint-Loup asked me whether I had heard the band, I was no longer ertain that the sound of its brasses had not been as imaginary as that which I heard during the day echo, after the slightest noise, from the paved streets of the town. Perhaps I had heard it only in a dream, prompted by my fear of being awakened, or else of not being awakened and so not seeing the regiment march past. For often, when I was still asleep at the moment when, on the contrary, I had supposed that the noise would awaken me, for the next hour I imagined that I was awake, while still drowsing, and I enacted to myself with tenuous shadow-shapes on the screen of my slumber the various scenes of which it deprived me but at which I had the illusion of looking on\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0What one has meant to do during the day, as it turns out, sleep intervening, one accomplishes only in one’s dreams, that is to say after it has been distorted by sleep into following another line than one would have chosen when awake. The same story branches off and has a different ending. When all is said, the world in which we live when we are asleep is so different that people who have difficulty in going to sleep seek first of all to escape from the waking world. After having desperately, for hours on end, with shut eyes, revolved in their minds thoughts similar to those which they would have had with their eyes open, they take heart again on noticing that the last minute has been crawling under the weight of an argument in formal contradiction of the laws of thought, and their realisation of this, and the brief ‘absence’ to which it points, indicate that the door is now open through which they will perhaps be able, presently, to escape from the perception of the real, to advance to a resting-place more or less remote on the other side, which will mean their having a more or less ‘good’ night. But already a great stride has been made when we turn our back on the real, when we reach the cave in which ‘auto-suggestions’ prepare — like witches — the hell-broth of imaginary maladies or of the recurrence of nervous disorders, and watch for the hour at which the storm that has been gathering during our unconscious sleep will break with sufficient force to make sleep cease\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Not far thence is the secret garden in which grow like strange flowers the kinds of sleep, so different one from another, the sleep induced by datura, by the multiple extracts of ether, the sleep of belladonna, of opium, of valerian, flowers whose petals remain shut until the day when the predestined visitor shall come and, touching them, bid them open, and for long hours inhale the aroma of their peculiar dreams into a marvelling and bewildered being. At the end of the garden stands the convent with open windows through which we hear voices repeating the lessons learned before we went to sleep, which we shall know only at the moment of awakening; while, a presage of that moment, sounds the resonant tick of that inward alarum which our preoccupation has so effectively regulated that when our housekeeper comes in with the warning: “It is seven o’clock,” she will find us awake and ready. On the dim walls of that chamber which opens upon our dreams, within which toils without ceasing that oblivion of the sorrows of love whose task, interrupted and brought: to nought at times by a nightmare big with reminiscence, is ever speedily resumed, hang, even after we are awake, the memories of our dreams, but so overshadowed that otten we catch sight of them for the first time only in the broad light of the afternoon when the ray of a similar idea happens by chance to strike them; some of them brilliant and harmonious while we slept, but already so distorted that, having failed to recognise them, we can but hasten to lay them in the earth like dead bodies too quickly decomposed or relics so seriously damaged, so nearly crumbling into dust that the most skilful restorer could not bring them back to their true form or make anything of them. Near the gate is the quarry to which our heavier slumbers repair in search of substances which coat the brain with so unbreakable a glaze that, to awaken the sleeper, his own will is obliged, even on a golden morning, to smite him with mighty blows like a young Siegfried. Beyond this, again, are the nightmares of which the doctors foolishly assert that they tire us more than does insomnia, whereas on the contrary they enable the thinker to escape from the strain of thought; those nightmares with their fantastic picture-books in which our relatives who are dead are shewn meeting with a serious accident which at the same time does not preclude their speedy recovery. Until then we keep them in a little rat-cage, in which they are smaller than white mice and, covered with big red spots, out of each of which a feather sprouts, engage us in Ciceronian dialogues. Next to this picture-book is the revolving disc of awakening, by virtue of which we submit for a moment to the tedium of having to return at once to a house which was pulled down fifty years ago, the memory of which is gradually effaced as sleep grows more distant by a number of others, until we arrive at that memory which the disc presents only when it has ceased to revolve and which coincides with what we shall see with opened eyes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes I had heard nothing, being in one of those slumbers into which we fall as into a pit from which we are heartily glad to be drawn up a little later, heavy, overfed, digesting all that has been brought to us as by the nymphs who fed the infant Hercules by those agile, vegetative powers whose activity is doubled while we sleep\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That kind of sleep is called ‘sleeping like lead,’ and it seems as though one has become, oneself, and remains for a few moments after such a sleep is ended, simply a leaden image. One is no longer a person. How then, seeking for one’s mind, one’s personality, as one seeks for a thing that is lost, does one recover one’s own self rather than any other? Why, when one begins again to think, is it not another personality than yesterday’s that is incarnate in one? One fails to see what can dictate the choice, or why, among the millions of human beings any one of whom one might be, it is on him who one was overnight that unerringly one lays one’s hand? What is it that guides us, when there has been an actual interruption — whether it be that our unconsciousness has been complete or our dreams entirely different from ourselves? There has indeed been death, as when the heart has ceased to beat and a rhythmical friction of the tongue revives us. No doubt the room, even if we have seen it only once before, awakens memories to which other, older memories cling. Or were some memories also asleep in us of which we now become conscious? The resurrection at our awakening — after that healing attack of mental alienation which is sleep — must after all be similar to what occurs when we recapture a name, a line, a refrain that we had forgotten. And perhaps the resurrection of the soul after death is to be conceived as a phenomenon of memory\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When I had finished sleeping, tempted by the sunlit sky — but discouraged by the chill — of those last autumn mornings, so luminous and so cold, in which winter begins, to get up and look at the trees on which the leaves were indicated now only by a few strokes, golden or rosy, which seemed to have been left in the air, on an invisible web, I raised my head from the pillow and stretched my neck, keeping my body still hidden beneath the bedclothes; like a chrysalis in the process of change I was a dual creature, with the different parts of which a single environment did not agree; for my eyes colour was sufficient, without warmth; my chest on the other hand was anxious for warmth and not for colour. I rose only after my fire had been lighted, and studied the picture, so delicate and transparent, of the pink and golden morning, to which I had now added by artificial means the element of warmth that it lacked, poking my fire which burned and smoked like a good pipe and gave me, as a pipe would have given me, a pleasure at once coarse because it was based upon a material comfort and delicate because beyond it was printed a pure vision. The walls of my dressing-room were covered with a paper on which a violent red background was patterned with black and white flowers, to which it seemed that I should have some difficulty in growing accustomed. But they succeeded only in striking me as novel, in forcing me to enter not into conflict but into contact with them, in modulating the gaiety, the songs of my morning toilet, they succeeded only in imprisoning me in the heart of a sort of poppy, out of which to look at a world which I saw quite differently from in Paris, from the gay screen which was this new dwelling-place, of a different aspect from the house of my parents, and into which flowed a purer air. On certain days, I was agitated by the desire to see my grandmother again, or by the fear that she might be ill, or else it was the memory of some undertaking which I had left half-finished in Paris, and which seemed to have made no progress; sometimes again it was some difficulty in which, even here, I had managed to become involved. One or other of these anxieties had kept me from sleeping, and I was without strength to face my sorrow which in a moment grew to fill the whole of my existence. Then from the hotel I sent a messenger to the barracks, with a line to Saint-Loup: I told him that, should it be materially possible — I knew that it was extremely difficult for him — I should be most grateful if he would look in for a minute. An hour later he arrived; and on hearing his ring at the door I felt myself liberated from my obsessions. I knew that, if they were stronger than I, he was stronger than they, and my attention was diverted from them and concentrated on him who would have to settle them. He had come into the room, and already he had enveloped me in the gust of fresh air in which from before dawn he had been displaying so much activity, a vital atmosphere very different from that of my room, to which I at once adapted myself by appropriate reactions\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I hope you weren’t angry with me for bothering you; there is something that is worrying me, as you probably guessed.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not at all; I just supposed you wanted to see me, and I thought it very nice of you. I was delighted that you should have sent for me. But what is the trouble? Things not going well? What can I do to help?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He listened to my explanations, and gave careful answers; but before he had uttered a word he had transformed me to his own likeness; compared with the important occupations which kept him so busy, so alert, so happy, the worries which, a moment ago, I had been unable to endure for another instant seemed to me as to him negligible; I was like a man who, not having been able to open his eyes for some days, sends for a doctor, who neatly and gently raises his eyelid, removes from beneath it and shews him a grain of sand; the sufferer is healed and comforted. All my cares resolved themselves into a telegram which Saint-Loup undertook to dispatch. Life seemed to me so different, so delightful; I was flooded with such a surfeit of strength that I longed for action\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What are you doing now?” I asked him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I must leave you, I’m afraid; we’re going on a route march in three quarters of an hour, and I have to be on parade.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Then it’s been a great bother to you, coming here?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, no bother at all, the Captain was very good about it; he told me that if it was for you I must go at once; but you understand, I don’t like to seem to be abusing the privilege.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But if I got up and dressed quickly and went by myself to the place where you’ll be training, it would interest me immensely, and I could perhaps talk to you during the breaks.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I shouldn’t advise you to do that; you have been lying awake, racking your brains over a thing which, I assure you, is not of the slightest importance, but now that it has ceased to worry you, lay your head down on the pillow and go to sleep, which you will find an excellent antidote to the déminéralisation of your nerve-cells; only you mustn’t go to sleep too soon, because our band-boys will be coming along under your windows; but as soon as they’ve passed I think you’ll be left in peace, and we shall meet again this evening, at dinner.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But soon I was constantly going to see the regiment being trained in field operations, when I began to take an interest in the military theories which Saint-Loup’s friends used to expound over the dinner-table, and when it had become the chief desire of my life to see at close quarters their various leaders, just as a person who makes music his principal study and spends his life in the concert halls finds pleasure in frequenting the cafés in which one mingles with the life of the members of the orchestra. To reach the training ground I used to have to take tremendously long walks. In the evening after dinner the longing for sleep made my head drop every now and then as in a swoon. Next morning I realised that I had no more heard the band than, at Balbec, after the evenings on which Saint-Loup had taken me to dinner at Rivebelle, I used to hear the concert on the beach. And at the moment when I wished to rise I had a delicious feeling of incapacity; I felt myself fastened to a deep, invisible ground by the articulations of which my tiredness made me conscious of muscular and nutritious roots. I felt myself full of strength; life seemed to extend more amply before me; this was because I had reverted to the good tiredness of my childhood at Combray on the mornings following days on which we had taken the Guermantes walk. Poets make out that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. The fixed places, contemporary with different years, it is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find them. This is where the advantage comes in, to a certain extent, of great exhaustion followed by a good night’s rest. Good nights, to make us descend into the most subterranean galleries of sleep, where no reflexion from overnight, no gleam of memory comes to lighten the inward monologue if so be that it cease not also, turn so effectively the soil and break through the surface stone of our body that we discover there, where our muscles dive down and throw out their twisted roots and breathe the air of the new life, the garden in which as a child we used to play. There is no need to travel in order to see it again; we must dig down inwardly to discover it. What once covered the earth is no longer upon it but beneath; a mere excursion does not suffice for a visit to the dead city, excavation is necessary also. But we shall see how certain impressions, fugitive and fortuitous, carry us back even more effectively to the past, with a more delicate precision, with a flight more light-winged, more immaterial, more headlong, more unerring, more immortal than these organic dislocations\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Sometimes my exhaustion was greater still; I had, without any opportunity of going to bed, been following the operations for several days on end. How blessed then was my return to the hotel! As I got into bed I seemed to have escaped at last from the hands of enchanters, sorcerers like those who people the ‘romances’ beloved of our forebears in the seventeenth century. My sleep that night and the lazy morning that followed it were no more than a charming fairy tale. Charming; beneficent perhaps also. I reminded myself that the keenest sufferings have their place of sanctuary, that one can always, when all else fails, find repose. These thoughts carried me far\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On days when, although there was no parade, Saint-Loup had to stay in barracks, I used often to go and visit him there. It was a long way; I had to leave the town and cross the viaduct, from either side of which I had an immense view. A strong breeze blew almost always over this high ground, and filled all the buildings erected on three sides of the barrack-square, which howled incessantly like a cave of the winds. While I waited for Robert — he being engaged on some duty or other — outside the door of his room or in the mess, talking to some of his friends to whom he had introduced me and whom later on I came now and then to see, even when he was not to be there, looking down from the window three hundred feet to the country below, bare now except where recently sown fields, often still soaked with rain and glittering in the sun, shewed a few stripes of green, of the brilliance and translucent limpidity of enamel, I could hear him discussed by the others, and I soon learned what a popular favourite he was. Among many of the volunteers, belonging to other squadrons^ sons of rich business or professional men who looked at the higher aristocratic society only from outside and without penetrating its enclosure, the attraction which they naturally felt towards what they knew of Saint-Loup’s character was reinforced by the distinction that attached in their eyes to the young man whom, on Saturday evenings, when they went on pass to Paris, they had seen supping in the Café de la Paix with the Duc d’Uzès and the Prince d’Orléans. And on that account, into his handsome face, his casual way of walking and saluting officers, the perpetual dance of his eyeglass, the affectation shewn in the cut of his service dress — the caps always too high, the breeches of too fine a cloth and too pink a shade — they had introduced the idea of a ‘tone’ which, they were positive, was lacking in the best turned-out officers in the regiment, even the majestic Captain to whom I had been indebted for the privilege of sleeping in barracks, who seemed, in comparison, too pompous and almost common\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One of them said that the Captain had bought a new horse. “He can buy as many horses as he likes. I passed Saint-Loup on Sunday morning in the Allée des Acacias; now he’s got some style on a horse!” replied his companion, and knew what he was talking about, for these young fellows belonged to a class which, if it does not frequent the same houses and know the same people, yet, thanks to money and leisure, does not differ from the nobility in its experience of all those refinements of life which money can procure. At any rate their refinement had, in the matter of clothes, for instance, something about it more studied, more impeccable than that free and easy negligence which had so delighted my grandmother in Saint-Loup. It gave quite a thrill to these sons of big stockbrokers or bankers, as they sat eating oysters after the theatre, to see at an adjoining table Serjeant Saint-Loup. And what a tale there was to tell in barracks on Monday night, after a week-end leave, by one of them who was in Robert’s squadron, and to whom he had said how d’ye do ‘most civilly,’ while another, who was not in the same squadron, was quite positive that, in spite of this, Saint-Loup had recognised him, for two or three times he had put up his eyeglass and stared in the speaker’s direction\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, my brother saw him at the Paix,” said another, who had been spending the day with his mistress; “my brother says his dress coat was cut too loose and didn’t fit him.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What was the waistcoat like?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He wasn’t wearing a white waistcoat; it was purple, with sort of palms on it; stunning!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To the ‘old soldiers’ sons of the soil who had never heard of the Jockey Club and simply put Saint-Loup in the category of ultra-rich non-commissioned officers, in which they included all those who, whether bankrupt or not, lived in a certain style, whose income or debts ran into several figures, and who were generous towards their men, the gait, the eyeglass, the breeches, the caps of Saint-Loup, even if they saw in them nothing particularly aristocratic, furnished nevertheless just as much interest and meaning. They recognised in these peculiarities the character, the style which they had assigned once and for all time to this most popular of the ‘stripes’ in the regiment, manners like no one’s else, scornful indifference to what his superior officers might think, which seemed to them the natural corollary of his goodness to his subordinates. The morning cup of coffee in the canteen, the afternoon ‘lay-down’ in the barrack-room seemed pleasanter, somehow, when some old soldier fed the hungering, lazy section with some savoury titbit as to a cap in which Saint-Loup had appeared on parade\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It was the height of my pack.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Come off it, old chap, you don’t expect us to believe that; it couldn’t have been the height of your pack,” interrupted a young college graduate who hoped by using these slang terms not to appear a ‘learned beggar,’ and by venturing on this contradiction to obtain confirmation of a fact the thought of which enchanted him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, so it wasn’t the height of my pack, wasn’t it? You measured it, I suppose! I tell you this much, the C. O. glared at it as if he’d have liked to put him in clink. But you needn’t think the great Saint-Loup felt squashed; no, he went and he came, and down with his head and up with his head, and that blinking glass screwed in his eye all the time. We’ll see what the ‘Capstan’ has to say when he hears. Oh, very likely he’ll say nothing, but you may be sure he won’t be pleased. But there’s nothing so wonderful about that cap. I hear he’s got thirty of ’em and more at home, at his house in town.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Where did you hear that, old man? From our blasted corporal-dog?” asked the young graduate, pedantically displaying the new forms of speech which he had only recently acquired and with which he took a pride in garnishing his conversation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Where did I hear it? From his batman; what d’you think?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! Now you’re talking. That’s a chap who knows when he’s well off!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should say so! He’s got more in his pocket than I have, certain sure! And besides he gives him all his own things, and everything. He wasn’t getting his grub properly, he says. Along comes de Saint-Loup, and gives cooky hell: ‘I want him to be properly fed, d’you hear,’ he says, ‘and I don’t care what it costs.’”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The old soldier made up for the triviality of the words quoted by the emphasis of his tone, in a feeble imitation of the speaker which had an immense success\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On leaving the barracks I would take a stroll, and then, to fill up the time before I went, as I did every evening, to dine with Saint-Loup at the hotel in which he and his friends had established their mess, I made for my own, as soon as the sun had set, so as to have a couple of hours in which to rest and read. In the square, the evening light bedecked the pepper-pot turrets of the castle with little pink clouds which matched the colour of the bricks, and completed the harmony by softening the tone of the latter where it bathed them. So strong a current of vitality coursed through my nerves that no amount of movement on my part could exhaust it; each step I took, after touching a stone of the pavement, rebounded off it. I seemed to have growing on my heels the wings of Mercury. One of the fountains was filled with a ruddy glow, while in the other the moonlight had already begun to turn the water opalescent. Between them were children at play, uttering shrill cries, wheeling in circles, obeying some necessity of the hour, like swifts or bats. Next door to the hotel, the old National Courts and the Louis XVI orangery, in which were installed now the savings-bank and the Army Corps headquarters, were lighted from within by the palely gilded globes of their gas-jets which, seen in the still clear daylight outside, suited those vast, tall, eighteenth-century windows from which the last rays of the setting sun had not yet departed, as would have suited a complexion heightened with rouge a headdress of yellow tortoise-shell, and persuaded me to seek out my fireside and the lamp which, alone in the shadowy front of my hotel, was striving to resist the gathering darkness, and for the sake of which I went indoors before it was quite dark, for pleasure, as to an appetising meal. I kept, when I was in my room, the same fulness of sensation that I had felt outside. It gave such an apparent convexity of surface to things which as a rule seem flat and empty, to the yellow flame of the fire, the coarse blue paper on the ceiling, on which the setting sun had scribbled corkscrews and whirligigs, like a schoolboy with a piece of red chalk, the curiously patterned cloth on the round table, on which a ream of essay paper and an inkpot lay in readiness for me, with one of Bergotte’s novels, that ever since then these things have continued to seem to me to be enriched with a whole form of existence which I feel that I should be able to extract from them if it were granted me to set eyes on them again. I thought with joy of the barracks that I had just left and of their weather-cock turning with every wind that blew. Like a diver breathing through a pipe which rises above the surface of the water, I felt that I was in a sense maintaining contact with a healthy, open-air life when I kept as a baiting-place those barracks, that towering observatory, dominating a country-side furrowed with canals of green enamel, into whose various buildings I esteemed as a priceless privilege, which I hoped would last, my freedom to go whenever I chose, always certain of a welcome\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At seven o’clock I dressed myself and went out again to dine with Saint-Loup at the hotel where he took his meals. I liked to go there on foot. It was by now pitch dark, and after the third day of my visit there began to blow, as soon as night had fallen, an icy wind which seemed a harbinger of snow. As I walked, I ought not, strictly speaking, to have ceased for a moment to think of Mme. de Guermantes; it was only in the attempt to draw nearer to her that I had come to visit Robert’s garrison. But a memory, a grief, are fleeting things. There are days when they remove so far that we are barely conscious of them, we think that they have gone for ever. Then we pay attention to other things. And the streets of this town had not yet become for me what streets are in the place where one is accustomed to live, simply means of communication between one part and another. The life led by the inhabitants of this unknown world must, it seemed to me, be a marvellous thing, and often the lighted windows of some dwelling-house kept me standing for a long while motionless in the darkness by laying before my eyes the actual and mysterious scenes of an existence into which I might not penetrate. Here the fire-spirit displayed to me in purple colouring the booth of a chestnut seller in which a couple of serjeants, their belts slung over the backs of chairs, were playing cards, never dreaming that a magician’s wand was making them emerge from the night, like a transparency on the stage, and presenting them in their true lineaments at that very moment to the eyes of an arrested passerby whom they could not see. In a little curiosity shop a candle, burned almost to its socket, projecting its warm glow over an engraving reprinted it in sanguine, while, battling against the darkness, the light of the big lamp tanned a scrap of leather, inlaid a dagger with fiery spangles, on pictures which were only bad copies spread a priceless film of gold like the patina of time or the varnish used by a master, made in fact of the whole hovel, in which there was nothing but pinchbeck rubbish, a marvellous composition by Rembrandt. Sometimes I lifted my gaze to some huge old dwelling-house on which the shutters had not been closed and in which amphibious men and women floated slowly to and fro in the rich liquid that after nightfall rose incessantly from the wells of the lamps to fill the rooms to the very brink of the outer walls of stone and glass, the movement of their bodies sending through it long unctuous golden ripples. I proceeded on my way, and often, in the dark alley that ran past the cathedral, as long ago on the road to Méséglise, the force of my desire caught and held me; it seemed that a woman must be on the point of appearing, to satisfy it; if, in the darkness, I felt suddenly brush past me a skirt, the violence of the pleasure which I then felt made it impossible for me to believe that the contact was accidental and I attempted to seize in my arms a terrified stranger. This gothic alley meant for me something so real that if I had been successful in raising and enjoying a woman there, it would have been impossible for me not to believe that it was the ancient charm of the place that was bringing us together, and even though she were no more than a common street-walker, stationed there every evening, still the wintry night, the strange place, the darkness, the mediaeval atmosphere would have lent her their mysterious glamour. I thought of what might be in store for me; to try to forget Mme. de Guermantes seemed to me a dreadful thing, but reasonable, and for the first time possible, easy perhaps even. In the absolute quiet of this neighbourhood I could hear ahead of me shouted words and laughter which must come from tipsy revellers staggering home. I waited to see them, I stood peering in the direction from which I had heard the sound. But I was obliged to wait for some time, for the surrounding silence was so intense that it allowed to travel with the utmost clearness and strength sounds that were still a long way off. Finally the revellers did appear; not, as I had supposed, in front of me, but ever so far behind. Whether the intersection of sidestreets, the interposition of buildings had, by reverberation, brought about this acoustic error, or because it is very difficult to locate a sound when the place from which it comes is not known, I had been as far wrong over direction as over distance\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The wind grew stronger. It was thick and bristling with coming snow. I returned to the main street and jumped on board the little tramway-car on which, from its platform, an officer, without apparently seeing them, was acknowledging the salutes of the loutish soldiers who trudged past along the pavement, their faces daubed crimson by the cold, reminding me, in this little town which the sudden leap from autumn into early winter seemed to have transported farther north, of the rubicund faces which Breughel gives to his merry, junketing, frostbound peasants\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And sure enough at the hotel where I was to meet Saint-Loup and his friends and to which the fair now beginning had attracted a number of people from near and far, I found, as I hurried across the courtyard with its glimpses of glowing kitchens in which chickens were turning on spits, pigs were roasting, lobsters being flung, alive, into what the landlord called the ‘everlasting fire,’ an influx worthy of some Numbering of the People Before Bethlehem such as the old Flemish masters used to paint of new arrivals who assembled there in groups, asking the landlord or one of his staff who, if he did not like the look of them, would recommend lodgings elsewhere in the town whether they could have dinner and beds, while a scullion hurried past holding a struggling fowl by the neck. And similarly, in the big dining-room which I crossed the first day before coming to the smaller room in which my friend was waiting for me, it was of some feast in the Gospels portrayed with a mediaeval simplicity and an exaggeration typically Flemish that one was reminded by the quantity of fish, pullets, grouse, woodcock, pigeons, brought in dressed and garnished and piping hot by breathless waiters who slid over the polished floor to gain speed and set them down on the huge carving table where they were at once cut up but where — for most of the people had nearly finished dinner when I arrived — they accumulated untouched, as though their profusion and the haste of those who brought them in were due not so much to the requirements of the diners as to respect for the sacred text, scrupulously followed in the letter but quaintly illustrated by real details borrowed from local custom, and to an aesthetic and religious scruple for making evident to the eye the solemnity of the feast by the profusion of the victuals and the assiduity of the servers. One of these stood lost in thought at the far end of the room by a sideboard; and to find out from him, who alone appeared calm enough to be capable of answering me, in which room our table had been laid, making my way forward among the chafing-dishes that had been lighted here and there to keep the late comers’ plates from growing cold which did not, however, prevent the dessert, in the centre of the room, from being piled on the outstretched hands of a huge mannikin, sometimes supported on the wings of a duck, apparently of crystal, but really of ice, carved afresh every day with a hot iron by a sculptor-cook, quite in the Flemish manner, I went straight — at the risk of being knocked down by his colleagues — towards this servitor, in whom I felt that I recognised a character who is traditionally present in all these sacred subjects, for he reproduced with scrupulous accuracy the blunt features, fatuous and ill-drawn, the musing expression, already half aware of the miracle of a divine presence which the others have not yet begun to suspect. I should add that, in view probably of the coming fair, this presentation was strengthened by a celestial contingent, recruited in mass, of cherubim and seraphim. A young angel musician, whose fair hair enclosed a fourteen-year-old face, was not, it was true, playing on any instrument, but stood musing before a gong or a pile of plates, while other less infantile angels flew swiftly across the boundless expanse of the room, beating the air with the ceaseless fluttering of the napkins which fell along the lines of their bodies like the wings in ‘primitive’ paintings, with pointed ends. Fleeing those ill-defined regions, screened by a hedge of palms through which the angelic servitors looked, from a distance, as though they had floated down out of the empyrean, I explored my way to the smaller room in which Saint-Loup’s table was laid. I found there several of his friends who dined with him regularly, nobles except for one or two commoners in whom the young nobles had, in their school days, detected likely friends, and with whom they readily associated, proving thereby that they were not on principle hostile to the middle class, even though it were Republican, provided it had clean hands and went to mass. On the first of these evenings, before we sat down to dinner, I drew Saint-Loup into a corner and, in front of all the rest but so that they should not hear me, said to him:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Robert, this is hardly the time or the place for what I am going to say, but I shan’t be a second. I keep on forgetting to ask you when I’m in the barracks; isn’t that Mme. de Guermantes’s photograph that you have on your table?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, yes; my good aunt.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Of course she is; what a fool I am; you told me before that she was; I’d forgotten all about her being your aunt. I say, your friends will be getting impatient, we must be quick, they’re looking at us; another time will do; it isn’t at all important.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That’s all right; go on as long as you like. They can wait.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, no; I do want to be polite to them; they’re so nice; besides, it doesn’t really matter in the least, I assure you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Do you know that worthy Oriane, then?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This ‘worthy Oriane,’ as he might have said, ‘that good Oriane,’ did not imply that Saint-Loup regarded Mme. de Guermantes as especially good. In this instance the words ‘good,’ ‘excellent,’ ‘worthy’ are mere reinforcements of the demonstrative ‘that,’ indicating a person who is known to both parties and of whom the speaker does not quite know what to say to someone outside the intimate circle. The word ‘good’ does duty as a stopgap and keeps the conversation going for a moment until the speaker has hit upon “Do you see much of her?” or “I haven’t set eyes on her for months,” or “I shall be seeing her on Tuesday,” or “She must be getting on, now, you know.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can’t tell you how funny it is that it should be her photograph, because we’re living in her house now, in Paris, and I’ve been hearing the most astounding things” I should have been hard put to it to say what “about her, which have made me immensely interested in her, only from a literary point of view, don’t you know, from a — how shall I put it — from a Balzacian point of view; but you’re so clever you can see what I mean; I don’t need to explain things to you; but we must hurry up; what on earth will your friends think of my manners?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “They will think absolutely nothing; I have told them that you are sublime, and they are a great deal more alarmed than you are.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You are too kind. But listen, what I want to say is this: I suppose Mme. de Guermantes hasn’t any idea that I know you, has she?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can’t say; I haven’t seen her since the summer, because I haven’t had any leave since she’s been in town.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What I was going to say is this: I’ve been told that she looks on me as an absolute idiot.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That I do not believe; Oriane is not exactly an eagle, but all the same she’s by no means stupid.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You know that, as a rule, I don’t care about your advertising the good opinion you’re kind enough to hold of me; I’m not conceited. That’s why I’m sorry you should have said flattering things about me to your friends here we will go back to them in two seconds. But Mme. de Guermantes is different; if you could let her know — if you would even exaggerate a trifle — what you think of me, you would give me great pleasure.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, of course I will, if that’s all you want me to do; it’s not very difficult; but what difference can it possibly make to you what she thinks of you? I suppose you think her no end of a joke, really; anyhow, if that’s all you want we can discuss it in front of the others or when we are by ourselves; I’m afraid of your tiring yourself if you stand talking, and it’s so inconvenient too, when we have heaps of opportunities of being alone together.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was precisely this inconvenience that had given me courage to approach Robert; the presence of the others was for me a pretext that justified my giving my remarks a curt and incoherent form, under cover of which I could more easily dissemble the falsehood of my saying to my friend that I had forgotten his connexion with the Duchess, and also did not give him time to frame — with regard to my reasons for wishing that Mme. de Guermantes should know that I was his friend, was clever, and so forth — questions which would have been all the more disturbing in that I should not have been able to answer them\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Robert, I’m surprised that a man of your intelligence should fail to understand that one doesn’t discuss the things that will give one’s friends pleasure; one does them. Now I, if you were to ask me no matter what, and indeed I only wish you would ask me to do something for you, I can assure you I shouldn’t want any explanations. I may ask you for more than I really want; I have no desire to know Mme. de Guermantes, but just to test you I ought to have said that I was anxious to dine with Mme. de Guermantes; I am sure you would never have done it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not only should I have done it, I will do it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “When?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Next time I’m in Paris, three weeks from now, I expect.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “We shall see; I dare say she won’t want to see me, though. I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not at all; it’s nothing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Don’t say that; it’s everything in the world, because now I can see what sort of friend you are; whether what I ask you to do is important or not, disagreeable or not, whether I am really keen about it or ask you only as a test, it makes no difference; you say you will do it, and there you shew the fmeness of your mind and heart. A stupid friend would have started a discussion.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Which was exactly what he had just been doing; but perhaps I wanted to flatter his self-esteem; perhaps also I was sincere, the sole touchstone of merit seeming to me to be the extent to which a friend could be useful in respect of the one thing that seemed to me to have any importance, namely my love. Then I went on, perhaps from cunning, possibly from a genuine increase of affection inspired by gratitude, expectancy, and the copy of Mme. de Guermantes’s very features which nature had made in producing her nephew Robert: “But, I say, we mustn’t keep them waiting any longer, and I’ve mentioned only one of the two things I wanted to ask you, the less important; the other is more important to me, but I’m afraid you will never consent. Would it bore you if we were to call each other tu?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Bore me? My dear fellow! Joy! Tears of joy! Undreamed-of happiness!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Thank you — tu I mean; you begin first — ever so much. It is such a pleasure to me that you needn’t do anything about Mme. de Guermantes if you’d rather not, this is quite enough for me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can do both.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I say, Robert! Listen to me a minute,” I said to him later while we were at dinner. “Oh, it’s really too absurd the way our conversation is always being interrupted, I can’t think why — you remember the lady I was speaking to you about just now.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You’re quite sure you know who’ I mean?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, what do you take me for, a village idiot?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You wouldn’t care to give me her photograph, I suppose?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0had meant to ask him only for the loan of it. But when the time came to speak I felt shy, I decided that the request was indiscreet, and in order to hide my confusion I put the question more bluntly, and increased my demand, as if it had been quite natural\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; I should have to ask her permission first,” was his answer\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He blushed as he spoke. I could see that he had a reservation in his mind, that he credited me also with one, that he would give only a partial service to my love, under the restraint of certain moral principles, and for this I hated him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At the same time I was touched to see how differently Saint-Loup behaved towards me now that I was no longer alone with him, and that his friends formed an audience. His increased affability would have left me cold had I thought that it was deliberately assumed; but I could feel that it was spontaneous and consisted only of all that he had to say about me in my absence and refrained as a rule from saying when we were together by ourselves. In our private conversations I might certainly suspect the pleasure that he found in talking to me, but that pleasure he almost always left unexpressed. Now, at the same remarks from me which, as a rule, he enjoyed without shewing it, he watched from the corner of his eye to see whether they produced on his friends the effect on which he had counted, an effect corresponding to what he had promised them beforehand. The mother of a girl in her first season could be no more unrelaxing in her attention to her daughter’s responses and to the attitude of the public. If I had made some remark at which, alone in my company, he would merely have smiled, he was afraid that the others might not have seen the point, and put in a “What’s that?” to make me repeat what I had said, to attract attention, and turning at once to his friends and making himself automatically, by facing them with a hearty laugh, the fugleman of their laughter, presented me for the first time with the opinion that he actually held of me and must often have expressed to them. So that I caught sight of myself suddenly from without, like a person who reads his name in a newspaper or sees himself in a mirror\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It occurred to me, one of these evenings, to tell a mildly amusing story about Mme. Blandais, but I stopped at once, remembering that Saint-Loup knew it already, and that when I had tried to tell him it on the day following my arrival he had interrupted me with: “You told me that before, at Balbec.” I was surprised, therefore, to find him begging me to go on and assuring me that he did not know the story, and that it would amuse him immensely. “You’ve forgotten it for the moment,” I said to him, “but you’ll remember as I go on.” “No, really; I swear you’re mistaken. You’ve never told me. Do go on.” And throughout the story he fixed a feverish and enraptured gaze alternately on myself and on his friends. I realised only after I had finished, amid general laughter, that it had struck him that this story would give his friends a good idea of my wit, and that it was for this reason that he had pretended not to know it. Such is the stuff of friendship\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On the third evening, one of his friends, to whom I had not had an opportunity before of speaking, conversed with me at great length; and I overheard him telling Saint-Loup how much he had been enjoying himself. And indeed we sat talking together almost all evening, leaving our glasses of sauterne untouched on the table before us, isolated, sheltered from the others by the sumptuous curtains of one of those intuitive sympathies between man and man which, when they are not based upon any physical attraction, are the only kind that is altogether mysterious. Of such an enigmatic nature had seemed to me, at Balbec, that feeling which Saint-Loup had for me, which was not to be confused with the interest of our conversations, a feeling free from any material association, invisible, intangible, and yet a thing of the presence of which in himself, like a sort of inflammatory gas, he had been so far conscious as to refer to it with a smile. And yet there was perhaps something more surprising still in this sympathy born here in a single evening, like a flower that had budded and opened in a few minutes in the warmth of this little room. I could not help asking Robert when he spoke to me about Balbec whether it were really settled that he was to marry Mlle. d’Ambresac. He assured me that not only was it not settled, but there had never been any thought of such a match, he had never seen her, he did not know who she was. If at that moment I had happened to see any of the social gossipers who had told me of this coming event, they would promptly have announced the betrothal of Mlle. d’Ambresac to some one who was not Saint-Loup and that of Saint-Loup to some one who was not Mlle. d’Ambresac. I should have surprised them greatly had I reminded them of their incompatible and still so recent predictions. In order that this little game may continue, and multiply false reports by attaching the greatest possible number to every name in turn, nature has furnished those who play it with a memory as short as their credulity is long\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup had spoken to me of another of his friends who was present also one with whom he was on particularly good terms just then, since they were the only two advocates in their mess of the retrial of Dreyfus\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Just as a brother of this friend of Saint-Loup, who had been trained at the Schola Cantorum, thought about every new musical work not at all what his father, his mother, his cousins, his club friends thought, but exactly what the other students thought at the Schola, so this non-commissioned nobleman of whom Bloch formed an extraordinary opinion when I told him about him, because, touched to hear that he belonged to the same party as himself, he nevertheless imagined him on account of his aristocratic birth and religious and military upbringing to be as different as possible, endowed with the same romantic attraction as a native of a distant country had a ‘mentality,’ as people were now beginning to say, analogous to that of the whole body of Dreyfusards in general and of Bloch in particular, on which the traditions of his family and the interests of his career could retain no hold whatever. Similarly one of Saint-Loup’s cousins had married a young Eastern princess who was said to write poetry quite as fine as Victor Hugo’s or Alfred de Vigny’s, and in spite of this was supposed to have a different type of mind from what one would naturally expect, the mind of an Eastern princess immured in an Arabian Nights palace. For the writers who had the privilege of meeting her was reserved the disappointment or rather the joy of listening to conversation which gave the impression not of Scheherazade but of a person of genius of the type of Alfred de Vigny or Victor Hugo\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That fellow? Oh, he’s not like Saint-Loup, he’s a regular devil,” my new friend informed me; “he’s not even straight about it. At first, he used to say: ‘Just wait a little, there’s a man I know well, a clever, kind-hearted fellow, General de Boisdeffre; you need have no hesitation in accepting his decision.’ But as soon as he heard that Boisdeffre had pronounced Dreyfus guilty, Boisdeffre ceased to count: clericalism, staff prejudices, prevented his forming a candid opinion, although there is no one in the world or was, rather, before this Dreyfus business half so clerical as our friend. Next he told us that now we were sure to get the truth, the case had been put in the hands of Saussier, and he, a soldier of the Republic our friend coming of an ultra-monarchist family, if you please, was a man of bronze, a stern unyielding conscience. But when Saussier pronounced Esterhazy innocent, he found fresh reasons to account for the decision, reasons damaging not to Dreyfus but to General Saussier. It was the militarist spirit that blinded Saussier and I must explain to you that our friend is just as much militarist as clerical, or at least he was; I don’t know what to think of him now. His family are all brokenhearted at seeing him possessed by such ideas.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Don’t you think,” I suggested, turning half towards Saint-Loup so as not to appear to be cutting myself off from him, as well as towards his friend, and so that we might all three join in the conversation, “that the influence we ascribe to environment is particularly true of intellectual environment. One is the man of one’s idea. There are far fewer ideas than men, therefore all men with similar ideas are alike. As there is nothing material in an idea, so the people who are only materially neighbours of the man with an idea can do nothing to alter it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this point I was interrupted by Saint-Loup, because another of the young men had leaned across to him with a smile and, pointing to me, exclaimed: “Duroc! Duroc all over!” I had no idea what this might mean, but I felt the expression on the shy young face to be more than friendly. While I was speaking, the approbation of the party seemed to Saint-Loup superfluous; he insisted on silence. And just as a conductor stops his orchestra with a rap from his baton because some one in the audience has made a noise, so he rebuked the author of this disturbance: “Gibergue, you must keep your mouth shut when people are speaking. You can tell us about it afterwards.” And to me: “Please go on.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I gave a sigh of relief, for I had been afraid that he was going to make me begin all over again\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And as an idea,” I went on, “is a thing that cannot participate in human interests and would be incapable of deriving any benefit from them, the men who are governed by an idea are not influenced by material considerations.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When I had finished, “That’s one in the eye for you, my boys,” exclaimed Saint-Loup, who had been following me with his gaze with the same anxious solicitude as if I had been walking upon a tight-rope. “What were you going to say, Gibergue?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was just saying that your friend reminded me of Major Duroc. I seemed to hear him speaking.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, I’ve often thought so myself,” replied Saint-Loup; “they have several points in common, but you’ll find there are a thousand things in this fellow that Duroc hasn’t got.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup was not satisfied with this comparison. In an ecstasy of joy, into which there no doubt entered the joy that he felt in making me shine before his friends, with extreme volubility, stroking me as though he were rubbing down a horse that had just come first past the post, he reiterated: “You’re the cleverest man I know, do you hear?” He corrected himself, and added: “You and Elstir. — You don’t mind my bracketing him with you, I hope. You understand — punctiliousness. It’s like this: I say it to you as one might have said to Balzac: ‘You are the greatest novelist of the century — you and Stendhal.’ Excessive punctiliousness, don’t you know, and at heart an immense admiration. No? You don’t admit Stendhal?” he went on, with an ingenuous confidence in my judgment which found expression in a charming, smiling, almost childish glance of interrogation from his green eyes. “Oh, good! I see you’re on my side; Bloch can’t stand Stendhal. I think it’s idiotic of him. The Chartreuse is after all an immense work, don’t you think? I am so glad you agree with me. What is it you like best in theChartreuse, answer me?” he appealed to me with a boyish impetuosity. And the menace of his physical strength made the question almost terrifying. “Mosca? Fabrice?” I answered timidly that Mosca reminded me a little of M. de Norpois. Whereupon peals of laughter from the young Siegfried Saint-Loup. And while I was going on to explain: “But Mosca is far more intelligent, not so pedantic,” I heard Robert cry: “Bravo!” actually clapping his hands, and, helpless with laughter, gasp: “Oh, perfect! Admirable! You really are astounding.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I took a particular pleasure in talking to this young man, as for that matter to all Robert’s friends and to Robert himself, about their barracks, the officers of the garrison, and the army in general. Thanks to the immensely enlarged scale on which we see the things, however petty they may be, in the midst of which we eat, and talk, and lead our real life; thanks to that formidable enlargement which they undergo, and the effect of which is that the rest of the world, not being present, cannot compete with them, and assumes in comparison the unsubstantiality of a dream, I had begun to take an interest in the various personalities of the barracks, in the officers whom I saw in the square when I went to visit Saint-Loup, or, if I was awake then, when the regiment passed beneath my windows. I should have liked to know more about the major whom Saint-Loup so greatly admired, and about the course of military history which would have appealed to me “even from an aesthetic point of view.” I knew that with Robert the spoken word was, only too often, a trifle hollow, but at other times implied the assimilation of valuable ideas which he was fully capable of grasping. Unfortunately, from the military point of view Robert was exclusively preoccupied at this time with the case of Dreyfus. He spoke little about it, since he alone of the party at table was a Dreyfusard; the others were violently opposed to the idea of a fresh trial, except my other neighbour, my new friend, and his opinions appeared to be somewhat vague. A firm admirer of the colonel, who was regarded as an exceptionally competent officer and had denounced the current agitation against the Army in several of his regimental orders, which won him the reputation of being an anti-Dreyfusard, my neighbour had heard that his commanding officer had let fall certain remarks which had led to the supposition that he had his doubts as to the guilt of Dreyfus and retained his admiration for Picquart. In the latter respect, at any rate, the rumour of Dreyfusism as applied to the colonel was as ill-founded as are all the rumours, springing from none knows where, which float around any great scandal. For, shortly afterwards, this colonel having been detailed to interrogate the former Chief of the Intelligence Branch, had treated him with a brutality and contempt the like of which had never been known before. However this might be and naturally he had not taken the liberty of going direct to the colonel for his information, my neighbour had paid Saint-Loup the compliment of telling him — in the tone in which a Catholic lady might tell a Jewish lady that her parish priest denounced the pogroms in Russia and might openly admire the generosity of certain Israelites — that their colonel was not, with regard to Dreyfusism — to a certain kind of Dreyfusism, at least — the fanatical, narrow opponent that he had been made out to be\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I am not surprised,” was Saint-Loup’s comment; “for he’s a sensible man. But in spite of that he is blinded by the prejudices of his caste, and above all by his clericalism. Now,” he turned to me, “Major Duroc, the lecturer on military history I was telling you about; there’s a man who is whole-heartedly in support of our views, or so I’m told. And I should have been surprised to hear that he wasn’t, for he’s not only a brilliantly clever man, but a Radical-Socialist and a freemason.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Partly out of courtesy to his friends, whom these expressions of Saint-Loup’s faith in Dreyfus made uncomfortable, and also because the subject was of more interest to myself, I asked my neighbour if it were true that this major gave a demonstration of military history which had a genuine aesthetic beauty. “It is absolutely true.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But what do you mean by that?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, all that you read, let us say, in the narrative of a military historian, the smallest facts, the most trivial happenings, are only the outward signs of an idea which has to be analysed, and which often brings to light other ideas, like a palimpsest. So that you have a field for study as intellectual as any science you care to name, or any art, and one that is satisfying to the mind.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Give me an example or two, if you don’t mind.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It is not very easy to explain,” Saint-Loup broke in. “You read, let us say, that this or that Corps has tried . . . but before we go any further, the serial number of the Corps, its order of battle are not without their significance. If it is not the first time that the operation has been attempted, and if for the same operation we find a different Corps being brought up, it is perhaps a sign that the previous Corps have been wiped out or have suffered heavy casualties in the said operation; that they are no longer in a fit state to carry it through successfully. Next, we must ask ourselves what was this Corps which is now out of action; if it was composed of shock troops, held in reserve for big attacks, a fresh Corps of inferior quality will have little chance of succeeding where the first has failed. Furthermore, if we are not at the start of a campaign, this fresh Corps may itself be a composite formation of odds and ends withdrawn from other Corps, which throws a light on the strength of the forces the belligerent still has at his disposal and the proximity of the moment when his forces shall be definitely inferior to the enemy’s, which gives to the operation on which this Corps is about to engage a different meaning, because, if it is no longer in a condition to make good its losses, its successes even will only help mathematically to bring it nearer to its ultimate destruction. And then, the serial number of the Corps that it has facing it is of no less significance. If, for instance, it is a much weaker unit, which has already accounted for several important units of the attacking force, the whole nature of the operation is changed, since, even if it should end in the loss of the position which the defending force has been holding, simply to have held it for any length of time may be a great success if a very small defending force has been sufficient to disable highly important forces on the other side. You can understand that if, in the analysis of the Corps engaged on both sides, there are all these points of importance, the study of the position itself, of the roads, of the railways which it commands, of the lines of communication which it protects, is of the very highest. One must study what I may call the whole geographical context,” he added with a laugh. And indeed he was so delighted with this expression that, every time he employed it, even months afterwards, it was always accompanied by the same laugh. “While the operation is being prepared by one of the belligerents, if you read that one of his patrols has been wiped out in the neighbourhood of the position by the other belligerent, one of the conclusions which you are entitled to draw is that one side was attempting to reconnoitre the defensive works with which the other intended to resist his attack. An exceptional burst of activity at a given point may indicate the desire to capture that point, but equally well the desire to hold the enemy in check there, not to retaliate at the point at which he has attacked you; or it may indeed be only a feint, intended to cover by an increased activity the relief of troops in that sector. Which was a classic feint in Napoleon’s wars. On the other hand, to appreciate the significance of any movement, its probable object, and, as a corollary, the other movements by which it will be accompanied or followed, it is not immaterial to consult, not so much the announcements issued by the Higher Command, which may be intended to deceive the enemy, to mask a possible check, as the manual of field operations in use in the country in question. We are always entitled to assume that the manoeuvre which an army has attempted to carry out is that prescribed by the rules that are applicable to the circumstances. If, for instance, the rule lays down that a frontal attack should be accompanied by a flank attack; if, after the flank attack has failed, the Higher Command makes out that it had no connexion with the main attack and was merely a diversion, there is a strong likelihood that the truth will be found by consulting the rules and not the reports issued from Headquarters. And there are not only the regulations governing each army to be considered, but their traditions, their habits, their doctrines; the study of diplomatic activities, with their perpetual action or reaction upon military activities, must not be neglected either. Incidents apparently insignificant, which at the time are not understood, will explain to you how the enemy, counting upon a support which these incidents shew to have been withheld, was able to carry out only a part of his strategic plan. So that, if you can read between the lines of military history, what is a confused jumble for the ordinary reader becomes a chain of reasoning as straightforward as a picture is for the picture-lover who can see what the person portrayed is wearing and has in his hands, while the visitor hurrying through the gallery is bewildered by a blur of colour which gives him a headache. But just as with certain pictures, in which it is not enough to observe that the figure is holding a chalice, but one must know why the painter chose to place a chalice in his hands, what it is intended to symbolise, so these military operations, apart from their immediate object, are quite regularly traced, in the mind of the general responsible for the campaign, from the plans of earlier battles, which we may call the past experience, the literature, the learning, the etymology, the aristocracy whichever you like of the battles of to-day. Observe that I am not speaking for the moment of the local, the what shall I call it? spatial identity of battles. That exists also. A battle-field has never been, and never will be throughout the centuries, simply the ground upon which a particular battle has been fought. If it has been a battle-field, that was because it combined certain conditions of geographical position, of geological formation, drawbacks even, of a kind that would obstruct the enemy a river, for instance, cutting his force in two, which made it a good field of battle. And so what it has been it will continue to be. A painter doesn’t make a studio out of any old room; so you don’t make a battle-field out of any old piece of ground. There are places set apart for the purpose. But, once again, this is not what I was telling you about; it was the type of battle which one follows, in a sort of strategic tracing, a tactical imitation, if you like. Battles like Ulm, Lodi, Leipzig, Cannae. I can’t say whether there is ever going to be another war, or what nations are going to fight in it, but, if a war does come, you may be sure that it will include and deliberately, on the commander’s part a Cannae, an Austerlitz, a Rosbach, a Waterloo. Some of our people say quite openly that Marshal von Schieffer and General Falkenhausen have prepared a Battle of Cannae against France, in the Hannibal style, pinning their enemy down along his whole front, and advancing on both flanks, especially through Belgium, while Bernhardi prefers the oblique order of Frederick the Great, Lenthen rather than Cannae. Others expound their views less crudely, but I can tell you one thing, my boy, that Beauconseil, the squadron commander I introduced you to the other day, who is an officer with a very great future before him, has swotted up a little Pratzen attack of his own; he knows it inside out, he is keeping it up his sleeve, and if he ever has an opportunity to put it into practice he will make a clean job of it and let us have it on a big scale. The break through in the centre at Rivoli, too; that’s a thing that will crop up if there’s ever another war. It’s no more obsolete than the Iliad. I must add that we are practically condemned to make frontal attacks, because we can’t afford to repeat the mistake we made in Seventy; we must assume the offensive, and nothing else. The only thing that troubles me is that if I see only the slower, more antiquated minds among us opposing this splendid doctrine, still, one of the youngest of my masters, who is a genius, I mean Mangin, would like us to leave room, provisionally of course, for the defensive. It is not very easy to answer him when he cites the example of Austerlitz, where the defence was merely a prelude to attack and victory.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The enunciation of these theories by Saint-Loup made me happy. They gave me to hope that perhaps I was not being led astray, in my life at Doncières, with regard to these officers whom I used to hear being discussed while I sat sipping a sauterne which bathed them in its charming golden glint, by the same magnifying power which had swollen to such enormous proportions in my eyes while I was at Balbec the King and Queen of the South Sea Island, the little group of the four epicures, the young gambler, Legrandin’s brother-in-law, now shrunken so in my view as to appear nonexistent. What gave me pleasure to-day would not, perhaps, leave me indifferent to-morrow, as had always happened hitherto; the creature that I still was at this moment was not, perhaps, doomed to immediate destruction since to the ardent and fugitive passion which I had felt on these few evenings for everything connected with military life, Saint-Loup, by what he had just been saying to me, touching the art of war, added an intellectual foundation, of a permanent character, capable of attaching me to itself so strongly that I might, without any attempt to deceive myself, feel assured that after I had left Doncières I should continue to take an interest in the work of my friends there, and should not be long in coming to pay them another visit. At the same time, so as to make quite sure that this art of war was indeed an art in the true sense of the word:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You interest me — I beg your pardon, tu interest me enormously,” I said to Saint-Loup, “but tell me, there is one point that puzzles me. I feel that I could be keenly thrilled by the art of strategy, but if so I must first be sure that it is not so very different from the other arts, that knowing the rules is not everything. You tell me that plans of battles are copied. I do find something aesthetic, just as you said, in seeing beneath a modern battle the plan of an older one, I can’t tell you how attractive it sounds. But then, does the genius of the commander count for nothing? Does he really do no more than apply the rules? Or, in point of science, are there great generals as there are great surgeons, who, when the symptoms exhibited by two states of ill-health are identical to the outward eye, nevertheless feel, for some infinitesimal reason, founded perhaps on their experience, but interpreted afresh, that in one case they ought to do one thing, in another case another; that in one case it is better to operate, in another to wait?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should just say so! You will find Napoleon not attacking when all the rules ordered him to attack, but some obscure divination warned him not to. For instance, look at Austerlitz, or in 1806 take his instructions to Lannes. But you will find certain generals slavishly imitating one of Napoleon’s movements and arriving at a diametrically opposite result. There are a dozen examples of that in 1870. But even for the interpretation of what the enemy may do, what he actually does is only a symptom which may mean any number of different things. Each of them has an equal chance of being the right thing, if one looks only to reasoning and science, just as in certain difficult cases all the medical science in the world will be powerless to decide whether the invisible tumour is malignant or not, whether or not the operation ought to be performed. It is his instinct, his divination — like Mme. de Thèbes you follow me?— which decides, in the great general as in the great doctor. Thus I’ve been telling you, to take one instance, what might be meant by a reconnaissance on the eve of a battle. But it may mean a dozen other things also, such as to make the enemy think you are going to attack him at one point whereas you intend to attack him at another, to put out a screen which will prevent him from seeing the preparations for your real operation, to force him to bring up fresh troops, to hold them, to immobilise them in a different place from where they are needed, to form an estimate of the forces at his disposal, to feel him, to force him to shew his hand. Sometimes, indeed, the fact that you employ an immense number of troops in an operation is by no means a proof that that is your true objective; for you may be justified in carrying it out, even if it is only a feint, so that your feint may have a better chance of deceiving the enemy. If I had time now to go through the Napoleonic wars from this point of view, I assure you that these simple classic movements which we study here, and which you will come and see us practising in the field, just for the pleasure of a walk, you young rascal — no, I know you’re not well, I apologise! — well, in a war, when you feel behind you the vigilance, the judgment, the profound study of the Higher Command, you are as much moved by them as by the simple lamps of a lighthouse, only a material combustion, but an emanation of the spirit, sweeping through space to warn ships of danger. I may have been wrong, perhaps, in speaking to you only of the literature of war. In reality, as the formation of the soil, the direction of wind and light tell us which way a tree will grow, so the conditions in which a campaign is fought, the features of the country through which you march, prescribe, to a certain extent, and limit the number of the plans among which the general has to choose. Which means that along a mountain range, through a system of valleys, over certain plains, it is almost with the inevitability and the tremendous beauty of an avalanche that you can forecast the line of an army on the march.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Now you deny me that freedom of choice in the commander, that power of divination in the enemy who is trying to discover his plan, which you allowed me a moment ago.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not at all. You remember that book of philosophy we read together at Balbec, the richness of the world of possibilities compared with the real world. Very well. It is the same again with the art of strategy. In a given situation there will be four plans that offer themselves, one of which the general has to choose, as a disease may pass through various phases for which the doctor has to watch. And here again the weakness and greatness of the human elements are fresh causes of uncertainty. For of these four plans let us assume that contingent reasons such as the attainment of minor objects, or time, which may be pressing, or the smallness of his effective strength and shortage of rations lead the general to prefer the first, which is less perfect, but less costly also to carry out, is more rapid, and has for its terrain a richer country for feeding his troops. He may, after having begun with this plan, which the enemy, uncertain at first, will soon detect, find that success lies beyond his grasp, the difficulties being too great that is what I call the element of human weakness, abandon it and try the second or third or fourth. But it may equally be that he has tried the first plan and this is what I call human greatness merely as a feint to pin down the enemy, so as to surprise him later at a point where he has not been expecting an attack. Thus at Ulm, Mack, who expected the enemy to advance from the west, was surrounded from the north where he thought he was perfectly safe. My example is not a very good one, as a matter of fact. And Ulm is a better type of enveloping battle, which the future will see reproduced, because it is not only a classic example from which generals will seek inspiration, but a form that is to some extent necessary one of several necessities, which leaves room for choice, for variety like a type of crystallisation. But it doesn’t much matter, really, because these conditions are after all artificial. To go back to our philosophy book; it is like the rules of logic or scientific laws, reality does conform to it more or less, but bear in mind that the great mathematician Poincaré is by no means certain that mathematics are strictly accurate. As to the rules themselves, which I mentioned to you, they are of secondary importance really, and besides they are altered from time to time. We cavalrymen, for instance, have to go by the Field Service of 1895, which, you may say, is out of date since it is based on the old and obsolete doctrine which maintains that cavalry warfare has little more than a moral effect, in the panic that the charge creates in the enemy. Whereas the more intelligent of our teachers, all the best brains in the cavalry, and particularly the major I was telling you about, anticipate on the contrary that the decisive victory will be obtained by a real hand-to-hand encounter in which our weapons will be sabre and lance and the side that can hold out longer will win, not simply morally and by creating panic, but materially.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Saint-Loup is quite right, and it is probable that the next Field Service will shew signs of this evolution,” put in my other neighbour\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I am not ungrateful for your support, for your opinions seem to make more impression upon my friend than mine,” said Saint-Loup with a smile, whether because the growing attraction between his comrade and myself annoyed him slightly or because he thought it graceful to solemnise it with this official confirmation. “Perhaps I may have underestimated the importance of the rules; I don’t know. They do change, that must be admitted. But in the meantime they control the military situation, the plans of campaign and concentration. If they reflect a false conception of strategy they may be the principal cause of defeat. All this is a little too technical for you,” he remarked to me. “After all, you may say that what does most to accelerate the evolution of the art of war is wars themselves. In the course of a campaign, if it is at all long, you will see one belligerent profiting by the lessons furnished him by the successes and mistakes, perfecting the methods of the other, who will improve on him in turn. But all that is a thing of the past. With the terrible advance of artillery, the wars of the future, if there are to be any more wars, will be so short that, before we have had time to think of putting our lessons into practice, peace will have been signed.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Don’t be so touchy,” I told Saint-Loup, reverting to the first words ol this speech. “I was listening to you quite eagerly.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “If you will kindly not fly into a passion, and will allow me to speak,” his friend went on, “I shall add to what you have just been saying that if battles copy and coincide with one another it is not merely due to the mind of the commander. It may happen that a mistake on his part for instance, his failure to appreciate the strength of the enemy will lead him to call upon his men for extravagant sacrifices, sacrifices which certain units will make with an abnegation so sublime that their part in the battle will be analogous to that played by some other unit in some other battle, and these will be quoted in history as interchangeable examples: to stick to 1870, we have the Prussian Guard at Saint-Privat, and the Turcos at Froeschviller and Wissembourg.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! Interchangeable; very neat! Excellent! The lad has brains,” was Saint-Loup’s comment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was not unmoved by these last examples, as always when, beneath the particular instance, I was afforded a glimpse of the general law. Still, the genius of the commander, that was what interested me, I was anxious to discover in what it consisted, what steps, in given circumstances, when the commander who lacked genius could not withstand the enemy, the inspired leader would take to re-establish his jeopardised position, which, according to Saint-Loup, was quite possible and had been done by Napoleon more than once. And to understand what military worth meant I asked for comparisons between the various generals whom I knew by name, which of them had most markedly the character of a leader, the gifts of a tactician; at the risk of boring my new friends, who however shewed no signs of boredom, but continued to answer me with an inexhaustible good nature\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I felt myself isolated, not only from the great, freezing night which extended far around us and in which we heard from time to time the whistle of a train which only rendered more keen the pleasure of being where we were, or the chime of an hour which, happily, was still a long way short of that at which these young men would have to buckle on their sabres and go, but also from all my external obsessions, almost from the memory of Mme. de Guermantes, by the hospitality of Saint-Loup, to which that of his friends, reinforcing it, gave, so to speak, a greater solidity; by the warmth also of this little dining-room, by the savour of the well-chosen dishes that were set before us. They gave as much pleasure to my imagination as to my appetite; sometimes the little piece of still life from which they had been taken, the rugged holy water stoup of the oyster in which lingered a few drops of brackish water, or the knotted stem, the yellow leaves of a bunch of grapes still enveloped them, inedible, poetic and remote as a landscape, and producing, at different points in the course of the meal, the impressions of rest in the shade of a vine and of an excursion out to sea; on other evenings it was the cook alone who threw into relief these original properties of our food, which he presented in its natural setting, like a work of art; and a fish cooked in wine was brought in on a long earthenware dish, on which, as it stood out in relief on a bed of bluish herbs, unbreakable now but still contorted from having been dropped alive into boiling water, surrounded by a circle of satellite creatures in their shells, crabs, shrimps and mussels, it had the appearance of being part of a ceramic design by Bernard Palissy\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I am jealous, furious,” Saint-Loup attacked me, half smiling, half in earnest, alluding to the interminable conversations aside which I had been having with his friend. “Is it because you find him more intelligent than me; do you like him better than me? Well, I suppose he’s everything now, and no one else is to have a look in!” Men who are enormously in love with a woman, who live in the society of woman-lovers, allow themselves pleasantries on which others, who would see less innocence in them, would never venture\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When the conversation became general, they avoided any reference to Dreyfus for fear of offending Saint-Loup. The following week, however, two of his friends were remarking what a curious thing it was that, living in so military an atmosphere, he was so keen a Dreyfusard, almost an anti-militarist. “The reason is,” I suggested, not wishing to enter into details, “that the influence of environment is not so important as people think . . . ” I intended of course to stop at this point, and not to reiterate the observations which I had made to Saint-Loup a few days earlier. Since, however, I had repeated these words almost textually, I proceeded to excuse myself by adding: “As, in fact, I was saying the other day . . . ” But I had reckoned without the reverse side of Robert’s polite admiration of myself and certain other persons. That admiration reached its fulfilment in so entire an assimilation of their ideas that, in the course of a day or two, he would have completely forgotten that those ideas were not his own. And so, in the matter of my modest theory, Saint-Loup, for all the world as though it had always dwelt in his own brain, and as though I were merely poaching on his preserves, felt it incumbent upon him to greet my discovery with warm approval\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, yes; environment is of no importance.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And with as much vehemence as if he were afraid of my interrupting, or failing to understand him:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The real influence is that of one’s intellectual environment! One is the man of one’s idea!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He stopped for a moment, with the satisfied smile of one who has digested his dinner, dropped his eyeglass and, fixing me with a gimlet-like stare:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “All men with similar ideas are alike,” he informed me, with a challenging air. Probably he had completely forgotten that I myself had said to him, only a few days earlier, what on the other hand he remembered so well\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not arrive at Saint-Loup’s restaurant every evening in the same state of mind. If a memory, a sorrow that weigh on us are able to leave us so effectively that we are no longer aware of them, they can also return and sometimes remain with us for a long time. There were evenings when, as I passed through the town on my way to the restaurant, I felt so keen a longing for Mme. de Guermantes that I could scarcely breathe; you might have said that part of my breast had been cut open by a skilled anatomist, taken out, and replaced by an equal part of immaterial suffering, by an equivalent load of longing and love. And however neatly the wound may have been stitched together, there is not much comfort in life when regret for the loss of another person is substituted for one’s entrails, it seems to be occupying more room than they, one feels it perpetually, and besides, what a contradiction in terms to be obliged to think a part of one’s body. Only it seems that we are worth more, somehow. At the whisper of a breeze we sigh, from oppression, but from weariness also. I would look up at the sky. If it were clear, I would say to myself: “Perhaps she is in the country; she is looking at the same stars; and, for all I know, when I arrive at the restaurant Robert may say to me: ‘Good news! I have just heard from my aunt; she wants to meet you; she is coming down here.’” It was not in the firmament alone that I enshrined the thought of Mme. de Guermantes, A passing breath of air, more fragrant than the rest, seemed to bring me a message from her, as, long ago, from Gilberte in the cornfields of Méséglise. We do not change; we introduce into the feeling with which we regard a person many slumbering elements which that feeling revives but which are foreign to it. Besides, with these feelings for particular people, there is always something in us that is trying to bring them nearer to the truth, that is to say, to absorb them in a more general feeling, common to the whole of humanity, with which people and the suffering that they cause us are merely a means to enable us to communicate. What brought a certain pleasure into my grief was that I knew it to be a tiny fragment of the universal love. Simply because I thought that I recognised sorrows which I had felt on Gilberte’s account, or else when in the evenings at Combray Mamma would not stay in any room, and also the memory of certain pages of Bergotte, in the agony I now felt, to which Mme. de Guermantes, her coldness, her absence, were not clearly linked, as cause is to effect in the mind of a philosopher, I did not conclude that Mme. de Guermantes was not the cause of that agony. Is there not such a thing as a diffused bodily pain, extending, radiating out into other parts, which, however, it leaves, to vanish altogether, if the practitioner lays his finger on the precise spot from which it springs? And yet, until that moment, its extension gave it for us so vague, so fatal a semblance that, powerless to explain or even to locate it, we imagined that there was no possibility of its being healed. As I made my way to the restaurant I said to myself: “A fortnight already since I last saw Mme. de Guermantes.” A fortnight which did not appear so enormous an interval save to me, who, when Mme. de Guermantes was concerned, reckoned time by minutes. For me it was no longer the stars and the breeze merely, but the arithmetical divisions of time that assumed a dolorous and poetic aspect. Each day now was like the loose crest of a crumbling mountain, down one side of which I felt that I could descend into oblivion, but down the other was borne by the necessity of seeing the Duchess again. And I was continually inclining one way or the other, having no stable equilibrium. One day I said to myself: “Perhaps there will be a letter to-night;” and on entering the dining-room I found courage to ask Saint-Loup:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You don’t happen to have had any news from Paris?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes,” he replied gloomily; “bad news.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that it was only he who was unhappy, and that the news came from his mistress. But I soon saw that one of its consequences would be to prevent Robert, for ever so long, from taking me to see his aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I learned that a quarrel had broken out between him and his mistress, through the post presumably, unless she had come down to pay him a flying visit between trains. And the quarrels, even when relatively slight, which they had previously had, had always seemed as though they must prove insoluble. For she was a girl of violent temper, who would stamp her foot and burst into tears for reasons as incomprehensible as those that make children shut themselves into dark cupboards, not come out for dinner, refuse to give any explanation, and only redouble their sobs when, our patience exhausted, we visit them with a whipping. To say that Saint-Loup suffered terribly from this estrangement would be an understatement of the truth, which would give the reader a false impression of his grief. When he found himself alone, the only picture in his mind being that of his mistress parting from him with the respect which she had felt for him at the sight of his energy, the anxieties which he had had at first gave way before the irreparable, and the cessation of an anxiety is so pleasant a thing that the rupture, once it was certain, assumed for him something of the same kind of charm as a reconciliation. What he began to suffer from, a little later, was a secondary and accidental grief, the tide of which flowed incessantly from his own heart, at the idea that perhaps she would be glad to make it up, that it was not inconceivable that she was waiting for a word from him, that in the mean time, to be avenged on him, she would perhaps on a certain evening, in a certain place, do a certain thing, and that he had only to telegraph to her that he was coming for it not to happen, that others perhaps were taking advantage of the time which he was letting slip, and that in a few days it would be too late to recapture her, for she would be already bespoke. Among all these possibilities he was certain of nothing; his mistress preserved a silence which wrought him up to such a frenzy of grief that he began to ask himself whether she might not be in hiding at Doncières, or have sailed for the Indies\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It has been said that silence is a force; in another and widely different sense it is a tremendous force in the hands of those who are loved. It increases the anxiety of the lover who has to wait. Nothing so tempts us to approach another person as what is keeping us apart; and what barrier is there so insurmountable as silence? It has been said also that silence is a torture, capable of goading to madness him who is condemned to it in a prison cell. But what a torture — keener than that of having to keep silence — to have to endure the silence of the person one loves! Robert asked himself: “What can she be doing, never to send me a single word, like this? She hates me, perhaps, and will always go on hating me.” And he reproached himself. Thus her silence did indeed drive him mad with jealousy and remorse. Besides, more cruel than the silence of prisons, that kind of silence is in itself a prison. An immaterial enclosure, I admit, but impenetrable, this interposed slice of empty atmosphere through which, despite its emptiness, the visual rays of the abandoned lover cannot pass. Is there a more terrible illumination than that of silence which shews us not one absent love but a thousand, and shews us each of them in the act of indulging in some fresh betrayal? Sometimes, in an abrupt relaxation of his strain, Robert would imagine that this period of silence was just coming to an end, that the long expected letter was on its way. He saw it, it arrived, he started at every sound, his thirst was already quenched, he murmured: “The letter! The letter!” After this glimpse of a phantom oasis of affection, he found himself once more toiling across the real desert of a silence without end\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He suffered in anticipation, without a single omission, all the griefs and pains of a rupture which at other moments he fancied he might somehow contrive to avoid, like people who put all their affairs in order with a view to a migration abroad which they never make, whose minds, no longer certain where they will find themselves living next day, flutter helplessly for the time being, detached from them, like a heart that is taken out of a dying man and continues to beat, though disjoined from the rest of his body. Anyhow, this hope that his mistress would return gave him courage to persevere in the rupture, as the belief that one will return alive from the battle helps one to face death. And inasmuch as habit is, of all the plants of human growth, the one that has least need of nutritious soil in order to live, and is the first to appear upon what is apparently the most barren rock, perhaps had he begun by effecting their rupture as a feint he would in the end have grown genuinely accustomed to it. But his uncertainty kept him in a state of emotion which, linked with the memory of the woman herself, was akin to love. He forced himself, nevertheless, not to write to her, thinking perhaps that it was a less cruel torment to live without his mistress than with her in certain conditions, or else that, after the way in which they had parted, it was necessary to wait for excuses from her, if she was to keep what he believed her to feel for him in the way, if not of love, at any rate of esteem and regard. He contented himself with going to the telephone, which had recently been installed at Doncières, and asking for news from, or giving instructions to a lady’s maid whom he had procured and placed with his friend. These communications were, as it turned out, complicated and took up much of his time, since, influenced by what her literary friends preached to her about the ugliness of the capital, but principally for the sake of her animals, her dogs, her monkey, her canaries and her parrokeet, whose incessant din her Paris landlord had declined to tolerate for another moment, Robert’s mistress had now taken a little house in the neighbourhood of Versailles. Meanwhile he, down at Doncières, no longer slept a wink all night. Once, in my room, overcome by exhaustion, he dozed off for a little. But suddenly he began to talk, tried to get up and run, to stop something from happening, said: “I hear her; you shan’t . . . you shan’t. . . . ” He awoke. He had been dreaming, he explained to me, that he was in the country with the serjeant-major. His host had tried to keep him away from a certain part of the house. Saint-Loup had discovered that the serjeant-major had staying with him a subaltern, extremely rich and extremely vicious, whom he knew to have a violent passion for his mistress. And suddenly in his dream he had distinctly heard the spasmodic, regular cries which his mistress was in the habit of uttering at the moment of gratification. He had tried to force the serjeant-major to take him to the room in which she was. And the other had held him back, to keep him from going there, with an air of annoyance at such a want of discretion in a guest which, Robert said, he would never be able to forget\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It was an idiotic dream,” he concluded, still quite breathless\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All the same I could see that, during the hour that followed, he was more than once on the point of telephoning to his mistress to beg for a reconciliation. My father had now had the telephone for some time at home, but I doubt whether that would have been of much use to Saint-Loup. Besides, it hardly seemed to me quite proper to make my parents, or even a mechanical instrument installed in their house, play pander between Saint-Loup and his mistress, ladylike and high-minded as the latter might be. His bad dream began to fade from his memory. With a fixed and absent stare, he came to see me on each of those cruel days which traced in my mind as they followed one after the other the splendid sweep of a staircase forged in hard metal on which Robert stood asking himself what decision his friend was going to take\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At length she wrote to ask whether he would consent to forgive her. As soon as he realised that a definite rupture had been avoided he saw all the disadvantages of a reconciliation. Besides, he had already begun to suffer less acutely, and had almost accepted a grief the sharp tooth of which he would have, in a few months perhaps, to feel again if their intimacy were to be resumed. He did not hesitate for long. And perhaps he hesitated only because he was now certain of being able to recapture his mistress, of being able to do it and therefore of doing it. Only she asked him, so that she might have time to recover her equanimity, not to come to Paris at the New Year. Now he had not the heart to go to Paris without seeing her. On the other hand, she had declared her willingness to go abroad with him, bot for that he would need to make a formal application for leave, which Captain de Borodino was unwilling to grant\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I’m sorry about it, because of your meeting with my aunt, which will have to be put off. I dare say I shall be in Paris at Easter.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “We shan’t be able to call on Mme. de Guermantes then, because I shall have gone to Balbec. But, really, it doesn’t matter in the least, I assure you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “To Balbec? But you didn’t go there till August.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I know; but next year they’re making me go there earlier, for my health.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All that he feared was that I might form a bad impression of his mistress, after what he had told me. “She is violent simply because she is too frank, too thorough in her feelings. But she is a sublime creature. You can’t imagine what exquisite poetry there is in her. She goes every year to spend all Souls’ Day at Bruges. ‘Nice’ of her, don’t you think? If you ever do meet her you’ll see what I mean; she has a greatness. . . . ” And, as he was infected with certain of the mannerisms used in the literary circles in which the lady moved: “There is something sidereal about her, in fact something bardic; you know what I mean, the poet merging into the priest.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was searching all through dinner for a pretext which would enable Saint-Loup to ask his aunt to see me without my having to wait until he came to Paris. Now such a pretext was furnished by the desire that I had to see some more pictures by Elstir, the famous painter whom Saint-Loup and I had met at Balbec. A pretext behind which there was, moreover, an element of truth, for if, on my visits to Elstir, what I had asked of his painting had been that it should lead me to the comprehension and love of things better than itself, a real thaw, an authentic square in a country town, live women on a beach all the more would I have commissioned from it the portraits of the realities which I had not been able to fathom, such as a lane of hawthorn-blossoms, not so much that it might perpetuate their beauty for me as that it might reveal that beauty to me, now, on the other hand, it was the originality, the seductive attraction of those paintings that aroused my desire, and what I wanted above anything else was to look at other pictures by Elstir\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It seemed to me, also, that the least of his pictures were something quite different from the masterpieces even of greater painters than himself. His work was like a realm apart, whose frontiers were not to be passed, matchless in substance. Eagerly collecting the infrequent periodicals in which articles on him and his work had appeared, I had learned that it was only recently that he had begun to paint landscapes and still life, and that he had started with mythological subjects I had seen photographs of two of these in his studio, and had then been for long under the influence of Japanese art\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Several of the works most characteristic of his various manners were scattered about the provinces. A certain house at les Andelys, in which there was one of his finest landscapes, seemed to me as precious, gave me as keen a desire to go there and see it as did a village in the Chartres district, among whose millstone walls was enshrined a glorious painted window; and towards the possessor of this treasure, towards the man who, inside his ugly house, on the main Street, closeted like an astrologer, sat questioning one of those mirrors of the world which Elstir’s pictures were, and who had perhaps bought it for many thousands of francs, I felt myself borne by that instinctive sympathy which joins the very hearts, the inmost natures of those who think alike upon a vital subject. Now three important works by my favourite painter were described in one of these articles as belonging to Mme. de Guermantes. So that it was, after all, quite sincerely that, on the evening on which Saint-Loup told me of his lady’s projected visit to Bruges, I was able, during dinner, in front of his friends, to let fall, as though on the spur of the moment:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen, if you don’t mind. Just one last word on the subject of the lady we were speaking about. You remember Elstir, the painter I met at Balbec?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, of course I do.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You remember how much I admired his work?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I do, quite well; and the letter we sent him.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Very well, one of the reasons — not one of the chief reasons, a subordinate reason — why I should like to meet the said lady — you do know who’ I mean, don’t you?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Of course I do. How involved you’re getting.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Is that she has in her house one very fine picture, at least, by Elstir.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I say, I never knew that.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Elstir will probably be at Balbec at Easter; you know he stays down there now all the year round, practically. I should very much like to have seen this picture before I leave Paris. I don’t know whether you’re on sufficiently intimate terms with your aunt: but couldn’t you manage, somehow, to give her so good an impression of me that she won’t refuse, and then ask her if she’ll let me come and see the picture without you, since you won’t be there?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That’s all right. I’ll answer for her; I’ll make a special point of it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, Robert, you are an angel; I do love you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s very nice of you to love me, but it would be equally nice if you were to call me tu, as you promised, and as you began to do.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I hope it’s not your departure that you two are plotting together,” one of Robert’s friends said to me. “You know, if Saint-Loup does go on leave, it needn’t make any difference, we shall still be here. It will be less amusing for you, perhaps, but we’ll do all we can to make you forget his absence.” As a matter of fact, just as we had decided that Robert’s mistress would have to go to Bruges by herself, the news came that Captain de Borodino, obdurate hitherto in his refusal, had given authority for Serjeant Saint-Loup to proceed on long leave to Bruges. What had happened was this. The Prince, extremely proud of his luxuriant head of hair, was an assiduous customer of the principal hairdresser in the town, who had started life as a boy under Napoleon III’s barber. Captain de Borodino was on the best of terms with the hairdresser, being, in spite of his air of majesty, quite simple in his dealings with his inferiors. But the hairdresser, through whose books the Prince’s account had been running without payment for at least five years, swollen no less by bottles of Portugal and Eau des Souverains, irons, razors, and strops, than by the ordinary charges for shampooing, haircutting and the like, had a greater respect for Saint-Loup, who always paid on the nail and kept several carriages and saddle-horses. Having learned of Saint-Loup’s vexation at not being able to go with his mistress, he had spoken strongly about it to the Prince at a moment when he was trussed up in a white surplice with his head held firmly over the back of the chair and his throat menaced by a razor. This narrative of a young man’s gallant adventures won from the princely captain a smile of Bonapartish indulgence. It is hardly probable that he thought of his unpaid bill, but the barber’s recommendation tended to put him in as good a humour as one from a duke would have put him in a bad. While his chin was still smothered in soap, the leave was promised, and the warrant was signed that evening. As for the hairdresser, who was in the habit of boasting all day long of his own exploits, and in order to do so claimed for himself, shewing an astonishing faculty for lying, distinctions that were pure fabrications, having for once rendered this signal service to Saint-Loup, not only did he refrain from publishing it broadcast, but, as if vanity were obliged to lie, and when there was no scope for lying gave place to modesty, he never mentioned the matter to Robert again\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All his friends assured me that, as long as I stayed at Doncières, or if I should come there again at any time, even although Robert were away, their horses, their quarters, their time would be at my disposal, and I felt that it was with the greatest cordiality that these young men put their comfort and youth and strength at the service of my weakness\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why on earth,” they went on, after insisting that I should stay, “don’t you come down here every year; you see how our quiet life appeals to you! Besides you’re so keen about everything that goes on in the regiment; quite the old soldier.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For I continued my eager demands that they would classify the different officers whose names I knew according to the degree of admiration which they seemed to deserve, just as, in my schooldays, I used to make the other boys classify the actors of the Théâtre-Français. If, in the place of one of the generals whom I had always heard mentioned at the head of the list, such as Galliffet or Négrier, one of Saint-Loup’s friends, with a contemptuous: “But Négrier is one of the feeblest of our general officers,” put the new, intact, appetising name of Pau or Geslin de Bourgogne, I felt the same joyful surprise as long ago when the outworn name of Thiron or Febvre was sent flying by the sudden explosion of the unfamiliar name of Amaury. “Better even than Négrier? But in what respect; give me an example?” I should have liked there to exist profound differences even among the junior officers of the regiment, and I hoped in the reason for these differences to seize the essential quality of what constituted military superiority. The one whom I should have been most interested to hear discussed, because he was the one whom I had most often seen, was the Prince de Borodino. But neither Saint-Loup nor his friends, if they did justice to the fine officer who kept his squadron up to the supreme pitch of efficiency, liked the man. Without speaking of him, naturally, in the same tone as of certain other officers, rankers and freemasons, who did not associate much with the rest and had, in comparison, an uncouth, barrack-room manner, they seemed not to include M. de Borodino among the officers of noble birth, from whom, it must be admitted, he differed considerably in his attitude even towards Saint-Loup. The others, taking advantage of the fact that Robert was only an N.C.O., and that therefore his influential relatives might be grateful were he invited to the houses of superior officers on whom ordinarily they would have looked down, lost no opportunity of having him to dine when any bigwig was expected who might be of use to a young cavalry serjeant. Captain de Borodino alone confined himself to his official relations which, for that matter, were always excellent with Robert. The fact was that the Prince, whose grandfather had been made a Marshal and a Prince-Duke by the Emperor, with whose family he had subsequently allied himself by marriage, while his father had married a cousin of Napoleon III and had twice been a Minister after the Coup d’Etat, felt that in spite of all this he did not count for much with Saint-Loup and the Guermantes connexion, who in turn, since he did not look at things from the same point of view as they, counted for very little with him. He suspected that, for Saint-Loup, he himself was — he, a kinsman of the Hohenzollern — not a true noble but the grandson of a farmer, but at the same time he regarded Saint-Loup as the son of a man whose Countship had been confirmed by the Emperor — one of what were known in the Faubourg Saint-Germain as ‘touched-up’ Counts — and who had besought him first for a Prefecture, then for some other post a long way down the list of subordinates to His Highness the Prince de Borodino, Minister of State, who was styled on his letters ‘Monseigneur’ and was a nephew of the Sovereign\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Something more than a nephew, possibly. The first Princesse de Borodino was reputed to have bestowed her favours on Napoleon I, whom she followed to the Isle of Elba, and the second hers on Napoleon III. And if, in the Captain’s placid countenance, one caught a trace of Napoleon I— if not in his natural features, at least in the studied majesty of the mask — the officer had, particularly in his melancholy and kindly gaze, in his drooping moustache, something that reminded one also of Napoleon III; and this in so striking a fashion that, having asked leave, after Sedan, to join the Emperor in captivity, and having been sent away by Bismarck, before whom he had been brought, the latter, happening to look up at the young man who was preparing to leave the room, was at once impressed by the likeness and, reconsidering his decision, recalled him and gave him the authorisation which he, in common with every one else, had just been refused\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If the Prince de Borodino was not prepared to make overtures to Saint-Loup nor to the other representatives of Faubourg Saint-Germain society that there were in the regiment while he frequently invited two subalterns of plebeian origin who were pleasant companions it was because, looking down upon them all from the height of his Imperial grandeur, he drew between these two classes of inferiors the distinction that one set consisted of inferiors who knew themselves to be such and with whom he was delighted to spend his time, being beneath his outward majesty of a simple, jovial humour, and the other of inferiors who thought themselves his superiors, a claim which he could not allow. And so, while all the other officers of the regiment made much of Saint-Loup, the Prince de Borodino, to whose care the young man had been recommended by Marshal X— — confined himself to being obliging with regard to the military duties which Saint-Loup always performed in the most exemplary fashion, but never had him to his house except on one special occasion when he found himself practically compelled to invite him, and when, as this occurred during my stay at Doncières, he asked him to bring me to dinner also. I had no difficulty that evening, as I watched Saint-Loup sitting at his Captain’s table, in distinguishing, in their respective manners and refinements, the difference that existed between the two aristocracies: the old nobility and that of the Empire. The offspring of a caste the faults of which, even if he repudiated them with all the force of his intellect, had been absorbed into his blood, a caste which, having ceased to exert any real authority for at least a century, saw nothing more now in the protective affability which formed part of its regular course of education, than an exercise, like horsemanship or fencing, cultivated without any serious purpose, as a sport; on meeting representatives of that middle class on which the old nobility so far looked down as to believe that they were nattered by its intimacy and would be honoured by the informality of its tone, Saint-Loup would take the hand of no matter who might be introduced to him, though he had failed perhaps to catch the stranger’s name, in a friendly grip, and as he talked to him crossing and uncrossing his legs all the time, flinging himself back in his chair in an attitude of absolute unconstraint, one foot in the palm of his hand call him ‘my dear fellow.’ Belonging o the other hand to a nobility whose titles still preserved their original meaning, provided that their holders still possessed the splendid emoluments given in reward for glorious services and bringing to mind the record of high offices in which one is in command of numberless men and must know how to deal with men, the Prince de Borodino — not perhaps very distinctly or with any clear personal sense of superiority, but at any rate in his body, which revealed it by its attitudes and behaviour generally — regarded his own rank as a prerogative that was still effective; those same commoners whom Saint-Loup would have slapped on the shoulder and taken by the arm he addressed with a majestic affability, in which a reserve instinct with grandeur tempered the smiling good-fellowship that came naturally to him, in a tone marked at once by a genuine kindliness and a stiffness deliberately assumed. This was due, no doubt, to his being not so far removed from the great Embassies, and the Court itself, at which his father had held the highest posts, whereas the manners of Saint-Loup, the elbow on the table, the foot in the hand, would not have been well received there; but principally it was due to the fact that he looked down less upon the middle classes because they were the inexhaustible source from which the first Emperor had chosen his marshals and his nobles and in which the second had found a Rouher and a Fould\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Son, doubtless, or grandson of an Emperor, who had nothing more important to do than to command a squadron, the preoccupations of his putative father and grandfather could not, for want of an object on which to fasten themselves, survive in any real sense in the mind of M. de Borodino. But as the spirit of an artist continues to model, for many years after he is dead, the statue which he carved, so they had taken shape in him, were materialised, incarnate in him, it was they that his face reflected. It was with, in his voice, the vivacity of the first Emperor that he worded a reprimand to a corporal, with the dreamy melancholy of the second that he puffed out the smoke of a cigarette. When he passed in plain clothes through the streets of Doncières, a certain sparkle in his eyes escaping from under the brim of the bowler hat sent radiating round this captain of cavalry a regal incognito; people trembled when he strode into the serjeant-major’s office, followed by the adjutant and the quartermaster, as though by Berthier and Masséna. When he chose the cloth for his squadron’s breeches, he fastened on the master-tailor a gaze capable of baffling Talleyrand and deceiving Alexander; and at times, in the middle of an inspection, he would stop, let his handsome blue eyes cloud with dreams, twist his moustache, with the air of one building up a new Prussia and a new Italy. But a moment later, reverting from Napoleon III to Napoleon I, he would point out that the equipment was not properly polished, and would insist on tasting the men’s rations. And at home, in his private life, it was for the wives of middle class officers provided that their husbands were not freemasons that he would bring out not only a dinner service of royal blue Sèvres, fit for an Ambassador which had been given to his father by Napoleon, and appeared even more priceless in the commonplace house on a provincial street in which he was living, like those rare porcelains which tourists admire with a special delight in the rustic china-cupboard of some old manor that has been converted into a comfortable and prosperous farmhouse, but other gifts of the Emperor also: those noble and charming manners, which too would have won admiration in some diplomatic post abroad, if, for some men, it did not mean a lifelong condemnation to the most unjust form of ostracism, merely to be well born; his easy gestures, his kindness, his grace, and, embedding beneath an enamel that was of royal blue, also glorious images, the mysterious, illuminated, living reliquary of his gaze. And, in treating of the social relations with the middle classes which the Prince had at Doncières, it may be as well to add these few words. The lieutenant-colonel played the piano beautifully; the senior medical officer’s wife sang like a Conservatoire medallist. This latter couple, as well as the lieutenant-colonel and his wife, used to dine every week with M. de Borodino. They were flattered, unquestionably, knowing that when the Prince went to Paris on leave he dined with Mme. de Pourtalès, and the Murats, and people like that. “But,” they said to themselves, “he’s just a captain, after all; he’s only too glad to get us to come. Still, he’s a real friend, you know.” But when M. de Borodino, who had long been pulling every possible wire to secure an appointment for himself nearer Paris, was posted to Beauvais, he packed up and went, and forgot as completely the two musical couples as he forgot the Doncières theatre and the little restaurant to which he used often to send out for his luncheon, and, to their great indignation, neither the lieutenant-colonel nor the senior medical officer, who had so often sat at his table, ever had so much as a single word from him for the rest of their lives. One morning, Saint-Loup confessed to me that he had written to my grandmother to give her news of me, with the suggestion that, since there was telephonic connexion between Paris and Doncières, she might make use of it to speak to me. In short, that very day she was to give me a call, and he advised me to be at the post office at about a quarter to four. The telephone was not yet at that date as commonly in use as it is to-day. And yet habit requires so short a time to divest of their mystery the sacred forces with which we are in contact, that, not having had my call at once, the only thought in my mind was that it was very slow, and badly managed, and I almost decided to lodge a complaint. Like all of us nowadays I found not rapid enough for my liking in its abrupt changes the admirable sorcery for which a few moments are enough to bring before us, invisible but present, the person to whom we have been wishing to speak, and who, while still sitting at his table, in the town in which he lives in my grandmother’s case, Paris, under another sky than ours, in weather that is not necessarily the same, in the midst of circumstances and worries of which we know nothing, but of which he is going to inform us, finds himself suddenly transported hundreds of miles he and all the surroundings in which he remains immured within reach of our ear, at the precise moment which our fancy has ordained. And we are like the person in the fairy-tale to whom a sorceress, on his uttering the wish, makes appear with supernatural clearness his grandmother or his betrothed in the act of turning over a book, of shedding tears, of gathering flowers, quite close to the spectator and yet ever so remote, in the place in which she actually is at the moment. We need only, so that the miracle may be accomplished, apply our lips to the magic orifice and invoke — occasionally for rather longer than seems to us necessary, I admit — the Vigilant Virgins to whose voices we listen every day without ever coming to know their faces, and who are our Guardian Angels in the dizzy realm of darkness whose portals they so jealously keep; the All Powerful by whose intervention the absent rise up at our side, without our being permitted to set eyes on them; the Danaids of the Unseen who without ceasing empty, fill, transmit the urns of sound; the ironic Furies who, just as we were murmuring a confidence to a friend, in the hope that no one was listening, cry brutally: “I hear you!”; the ever infuriated servants of the Mystery, the umbrageous priestesses of the Invisible, the Young Ladies of the Telephone\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And, the moment our call has sounded, in the night filled with phantoms to which our ears alone are unsealed, a tiny sound, an abstract sound — the sound of distance overcome — and the voice of the dear one speaks to us\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It is she, it is her voice that is speaking, that is there. But how remote it is! How often have I been unable to listen without anguish, as though, confronted by the impossibility of seeing, except after long hours of journeying, her whose voice has been so close to my ear, I felt more clearly the sham and illusion of meetings apparently most pleasant, and at what a distance we may be from the people we love at the moment when it seems that we have only to stretch out our hand to seize and hold them. A real presence indeed that voice so near — in actual separation. But a premonition also of an eternal separation! Over and again, as I listened in this way, without seeing her who spoke to me from so far away, it has seemed to me that the voice was crying to me from depths out of which one does not rise again, and I have known the anxiety that was one day to wring my heart when a voice should thus return alone, and attached no longer to a body which I was never more to see, to murmur, in my ear, words I would fain have kissed as they issued from lips for ever turned to dust\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This afternoon, alas, at Doncières, the miracle did not occur. When I reached the post office, my grandmother’s call had already been received; I stepped into the box; the line was engaged; some one was talking who probably did not realise that there was nobody to answer him, for when I raised the receiver to my ear, the lifeless block began squeaking like Punchinello; I silenced it, as one silences a puppet, by putting it back on its hook, but, like Punchinello, as soon as I took it again in my hand, it resumed its gabbling. At length, giving it up as hopeless, by hanging up the receiver once and for all, I stifled the convulsions of this vociferous stump which kept up its chatter until the last moment, and went in search of the operator, who told me to wait a little; then I spoke, and, after a few seconds of silence, suddenly I heard that voice which I supposed myself, mistakenly, to know so well; for always until then, every time that my grandmother had talked to me, I had been accustomed to follow what she was saying on the open score of her face, in which the eyes figured so largely; but her voice itself I was hearing this afternoon for the first time. And because that voice appeared to me to have altered in its proportions from the moment that it was a whole, and reached me in this way alone and without the accompaniment of her face and features, I discovered for the first time how sweet that voice was; perhaps, too, it had never oeen so sweet, for my grandmother, knowing me to be alone and unhappy, felt that she might let herself go in the outpouring of an affection which, on her principle of education, she usually restrained and kept hidden. It was sweet, but also how sad it was, first of all on account of its very sweetness, a sweetness drained almost — more than any but a few human voices can ever have been — of every element of resistance to others, of all selfishness; fragile by reason of its delicacy it seemed at every moment ready to break, to expire in a pure flow of tears; then, too, having it alone beside me, seen, without the mask of her face, I noticed for the first time the sorrows that had scarred it in the course of a lifetime\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Was it, however, solely the voice that, because it was alone, gave me this new impression which tore my heart? Not at all; it was rather that this isolation of the voice was like a symbol, a presentation, a direct consequence of another isolation, that of my grandmother, separated, for the first time in my life, from myself. The orders or prohibitions which she addressed to me at every moment in the ordinary course of my life, the tedium of obedience or the fire of rebellion which neutralised the affection that I felt for her were at this moment eliminated, and indeed might be eliminated for ever since my grandmother no longer insisted on having me with her under her control, was in the act of expressing her hope that I would stay at Doncières altogether, or would at any rate extend my visit for as long as possible, seeing that both my health and my work seemed likely to benefit by the change; also, what I held compressed in this little bell that was ringing in my ear was, freed from the conflicting pressures which had, every day hitherto, given it a counterpoise, and from this moment irresistible, carrying me altogether away, our mutual affection. My grandmother, by telling me to stay, filled me with an anxious, an insensate longing to return. This freedom of action which for the future she allowed me and to which I had never dreamed that she would consent, appeared to me suddenly as sad as might be my freedom of action after her death when I should still love her and she would for ever have abandoned me. “Granny!” I cried to her, “Granny!” and would fain have kissed her, but I had beside me only that voice, a phantom, as impalpable as that which would come perhaps to revisit me when my grandmother was dead. “Speak to me!” but then it happened that, left more solitary still, I ceased to catch the sound of her voice. My grandmother could no longer hear me; she was no longer in communication with me; we had ceased to stand face to face, to be audible to one another; I continued to call her, sounding the empty night, in which I felt that her appeals also must be straying. I was shaken by the same anguish which, in the distant past, I had felt once before, one day when, a little child, in a crowd, I had lost her, an anguish due less to my not finding her than to the thought that she must be searching for me, must be saying to herself that I was searching for her; an anguish comparable to that which I was to feel on the day when we speak to those who can no longer reply and whom we would so love to have hear all the things that we have not told them, and our assurance that we are not unhappy. It seemed as though it were already a beloved ghost that I had allowed to lose herself in the ghostly world, and, standing alone before the instrument, I went on vainly repeating: “Granny, Granny!” as Orpheus, left alone, repeats the name of his dead wife, is decided to leave the post office, to go and find Robert at his restaurant, in order to tell him that, as I was half expecting a telegram which would oblige me to return to Paris, I wished at all costs to find out at what times the trains left. And yet, before reaching this decision, I felt I must make one attempt more to invoke the Daughters of the Night, the Messengers of the Word, the Deities without form or feature; but the capricious Guardians had not deigned once again to unclose the miraculous portals, or more probably, had not been able; in vain might they untiringly appeal, as was their custom, to the venerable inventor of printing and the young prince, collector of impressionist paintings and driver of motor-cars who was Captain de Borodino’s nephew; Gutenberg and Wagram left their supplications unanswered, and I came away, feeling that the Invisible would continue to turn a deaf ear\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When I came among Robert and his friends, I withheld the confession that my heart was no longer with them, that my departure was now irrevocably fixed. Saint-Loup appeared to believe me, but I learned afterwards that he had from the first moment realised that my uncertainty was feigned and that he would not see me again next day. And while, letting their plates grow cold, his friends joined him in searching through the time-table for a train which would take me to Paris, and while we heard in the cold, starry night the whistling of the engines on the line, I certainly felt no longer the same peace of mind which on all these last evenings I had derived from the friendship of the former and the latter’s distant passage. And yet they did not fail me this evening, performing the same office in a different way. My departure overpowered me less when I was no longer obliged to think of it by myself, when I felt that there was concentrated on what was to be done the more normal, more wholesome activity of my strenuous friends, Robert’s brothers in arms, and of those other strong creatures, the trains, whose going and coming, night and morning, between Doncières and Paris, broke up in retrospect what had been too compact and insupportable in my long isolation from my grandmother into daily possibilities of return\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I don’t doubt the truth of what you’re saying, or that you aren’t thinking of leaving us just yet,” said Saint-Loup, smiling; “but pretend you are going, and come and say good-bye to me to-morrow morning; early, otherwise there’s a risk of my not seeing you; I’m going out to luncheon, I’ve got leave from the Captain; I shall have to be back in barracks by two, as we are to be on the march all afternoon. I suppose the man to whose house I’m going, a couple of miles out, will manage to get me back in time.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Scarcely had he uttered these words when a messenger came for me from my hotel; the telephone operator had sent to find me. I ran to the post office, for it was nearly closing time. The word ‘trunks’ recurred incessantly in the answers given me by the officiais. I was in a fever of anxiety, for it was my grandmother who had asked for me. The office was closing for the night. Finally I got my connexion. “Is that you, Granny?” A woman’s voice, with a strong English accent, answered: “Yes, but I don’t know your voice.” Neither did I recognise the voice that was speaking to me; besides, my grandmother called me tu, and not vous. And then all was explained. The young man for whom his grandmother had called on the telephone had a name almost identical with my own, and was staying in an annex of my hotel. This call coming on the very day on which I had been telephoning to my grandmother, I had never for a moment doubted that it was she who was asking for me. Whereas it was by pure coincidence that the post office and the hotel had combined to make a twofold error\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The following morning I rose late, and failed to catch Saint-Loup, who had already started for the country house where he was invited to luncheon. About half past one, I had decided to go in any case to the barracks, so as to be there before he arrived, when, as I was crossing one of the avenues on the way there, I noticed, coming behind me in the same direction as myself, a tilbury which, as it overtook me, obliged me to jump out of its way; an N.C.O. was driving it, wearing an eyeglass; it was Saint-Loup. By his side was the friend whose guest he had been at luncheon, and whom I had met once before at the hotel where we dined. I did not dare shout to Robert since he was not alone, but, in the hope that he would stop and pick me up, I attracted his attention by a sweeping wave of my hat, which might be regarded as due to the presence of a stranger. I knew that Robert was short-sighted; still, I should have supposed that, provided he saw me at all, he could not fail to recognise me; he did indeed see my salute, and returned it, but without stopping; driving on at full speed, without a smile, without moving a muscle of his face, he confined himself to keeping his hand raised for a minute to the peak of his cap, as though he were acknowledging the salute of a trooper whom he did not know personally. I ran to the barracks, but it was a long way; when I arrived, the regiment was parading on the square, on which I was not allowed to stand, and I was heart-broken at not having been able to say good-bye to Saint-Loup; I went up to his room, but he had gone; I was reduced to questioning a group of sick details, recruits who had been excused route-marches, the young graduate, one of the ‘old soldiers,’ who were watching the regiment parade\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You haven’t seen Serjeant Saint-Loup, have you, by any chance?” I asked\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He’s gone on parade, sir,” said the old soldier\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I never saw him,” said the graduate\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You never saw him,” exclaimed the old soldier, losing all interest in me, “you never saw our famous Saint-Loup, the figure he’s cutting with his new breeches! When the Capstan sees that, officer’s cloth, my word!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, you’re a wonder, you are; officer’s cloth,” replied the young graduate, who, reported ‘sick in quarters,’ was excused marching and tried, not without some misgivings, to be on easy terms with the veterans. “This officer’s cloth you speak of is cloth like that, is it?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Sir?” asked the old soldier angrily\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He was indignant that the young graduate should throw doubt on the breeches’ being made of officer’s cloth, but, being a Breton, coming from a village that went by the name of Penguern-Stereden, having learned French with as much difficulty as if it had been English or German, whenever he felt himself overcome by emotion he would go on saying ‘Sir?’ to give himself time to find words, then, after this preparation, let loose his eloquence, confining himself to the repetition of certain words which he knew better than others, but without haste, taking every precaution to gloss over his unfamiliarity with the pronunciation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! It is cloth like that,” he broke out, with a fury the intensity of which increased as the speed of his utterance diminished. “Ah! It is cloth like that; when I tell you that it is, officer’s cloth, when-I-tell-you-a-thing, if-I-tell-you-a-thing, it’s because I know, I should think.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Very well, then;” replied the young graduate, overcome by the force of this argument. “Keep your hair on, old boy.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There, look, there’s the Capstan coming along. No, but just look at Saint-Loup; the way he throws his leg out; and his head. Would you call that a non-com? And his eyeglass; oh, he’s hot stuff, he is.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I asked these troopers, who did not seem at all embarrassed by my presence, whether I too might look out of the window. They neither objected to my doing so nor moved to make room for me. I saw Captain de Borodino go majestically by, putting his horse into a trot, and apparently under the illusion that he was taking part in the Battle of Austerlitz. A few loiterers had stopped by the gate to see the regiment file out. Erect on his charger, his face inclined to plumpness, his cheeks of an Imperial fulness, his eye lucid, the Prince must have been the victim of some hallucination, as I was myself whenever, after the tramway-car had passed, the silence that followed its rumble seemed to me to throb and echo with a vaguely musical palpitation. I was wretched at not having said good-bye to Saint-Loup, but I went nevertheless, for my one anxiety was to return to my grandmother; always until then, in this little country town, when I thought of what my grandmother must be doing by herself, I had pictured her as she was when with me, suppressing my own personality but without taking into account the effects of such a suppression; now, I had to free myself, at the first possible moment, in her arms, from the phantom, hitherto unsuspected and suddenly called into being by her voice, of a grandmother really separated from me, resigned, having, what I had never yet thought of her as having, a definite age, who had just received a letter from me in an empty house, as I had once before imagined Mamma in a house by herself, when I had left her to go to Balbec\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas, this phantom was just what I did see when, entering the drawing-room before my grandmother had been told of my return, I found her there, reading. I was in the room, or rather I was not yet in the room since she was not aware of my presence, and, like a woman whom one surprises at a piece of work which she will lay aside if anyone comes in, she had abandoned herself to a train of thoughts which she had never allowed to be visible by me. Of myself — thanks to that privilege which does not last but which one enjoys during the brief moment of return, the faculty of being a spectator, so to speak, of one’s own absence — there was present only the witness, the observer, with a hat and travelling coat, the stranger who does not belong to the house, the photographer who has called to take a photograph of places which one will never see again. The process that mechanically occurred in my eyes when I caught sight of my grandmother was indeed a photograph. We never see the people who are dear to us save in the animated system, the perpetual motion of our incessant love for them, which before allowing the images that their faces present to reach us catches them in its vortex, flings them back upon the idea that we have always had of them, makes them adhere to it, coincide with it. How, since into the forehead, the cheeks of my grandmother I had been accustomed to read all the most delicate, the most permanent qualities of her mind; how, since every casual glance is an act of necromancy, each face that we love a mirror of the past, how could I have failed to overlook what in her had become dulled and changed, seeing that in the most trivial spectacles of our daily life, our eye, charged with thought, neglects, as would a classical tragedy, every image that does not assist the action of the play and retains only those that may help to make its purpose intelligible. But if, in place of our eye, it should be a purely material object, a photographic plate, that has watched the action, then what we shall see, in the courtyard of the Institute, for example, will be, instead of the dignified emergence of an Academician who is going to hail a cab, his staggering gait, his precautions to avoid tumbling upon his back, the parabola of his fall, as though he were drunk, or the ground frozen over. So is it when some casual sport of chance prevents our intelligent and pious affection from coming forward in time to hide from our eyes what they ought never to behold, when it is forestalled by our eyes, and they, arising first in the field and having it to themselves, set to work mechanically, like films, and shew us, in place of the loved friend who has long ago ceased to exist but whose death our affection has always hitherto kept concealed from us, the new person whom a hundred times daily that affection has clothed with a dear and cheating likeness. And, as a sick man who for long has not looked at his own reflexion, and has kept his memory of the face that he never sees refreshed from the ideal image of himself that he carries in his mind, recoils on catching sight in the glass, in the midst of an arid waste of cheek, of the sloping red structure of a nose as huge as one of the pyramids of Egypt, I, for whom my grandmother was still myself, I who had never seen her save in my own soul, always at the same place in the past, through the transparent sheets of contiguous, overlapping memories, suddenly in our drawing-room which formed part of a new world, that of time, that in which dwell the strangers of whom we say “He’s begun to age a good deal,” for the first time and for a moment only, since she vanished at once, I saw, sitting on the sofa, beneath the lamp, red-faced, heavy and common, sick, lost in thought, following the lines of a book with eyes that seemed hardly sane, a dejected old woman whom I did not know\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My request to be allowed to inspect the Elstirs in Mme. de Guermantes’s collection had been met by Saint-Loup with: “I will answer for her.” And indeed, as ill luck would have it, it was he and he alone who did answer. We answer readily enough for other people when, setting our mental stage with the little puppets that represent them, we manipulate these to suit our fancy. No doubt even then we take into account the difficulties due to another person’s nature being different from our own, and we do not fail to have recourse to some plan of action likely to influence that nature, an appeal to his material interest, persuasion, the rousing of emotion, which will neutralise contrary tendencies on his part. But these differences from our own nature, it is still our own nature that is imagining them, these difficulties, it is we that are raising them; these compelling motives, it is we that are applying them. And so with the actions which before our mind’s eye we have made the other person rehearse, and which make him act as we choose; when we wish to see him perform them in real life, the case is altered, we come up against unseen resistances which may prove insuperable. One of the strongest is doubtless that which may be developed in a woman who is not in love with him by the disgust inspired in her, a fetid, insurmountable loathing, by the man who is in love with her; during the long weeks in which Saint-Loup still did not come to Paris, his aunt, to whom I had no doubt of his having written begging her to do so, never once asked me to call at her house to see the Elstirs\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I perceived signs of coldness on the part of another occupant of the building. This was Jupien. Did he consider that I ought to have gone in and said how d’ye do to him, on my return from Doncières, before even going upstairs to our own flat? My mother said no, that there was nothing unusual about it. Françoise had told her that he was like that, subject to sudden fits of ill humour, without any cause. These invariably passed off after a little time\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile the winter was drawing to an end. One morning, after several weeks of showers and storms, I heard in my chimney — instead of the wind, formless, elastic, sombre, which convulsed me with a longing to go to the sea — the cooing of the pigeons that were nesting in the wall outside; shimmering, unexpected, like a first hyacinth, gently tearing open its fostering heart that there might shoot forth, purple and satin-soft, its flower of sound, letting in like an opened window into my bedroom still shuttered and dark the heat, the dazzling brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day. That morning, I was surprised to find myself humming a music-hall tune which had never entered my head since the year in which I had been going to Florence and Venice. So profoundly does the atmosphere, as good days and bad recur, act on our organism and draw from dim shelves where we had forgotten them, the melodies written there which our memory rould not decipher. Presently a more conscious dreamer accompanied this musician to whom I was listening inside myself, without having recognised at first what he was playing\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I quite realised that it was not for any reason peculiar to Balbec that on my arrival there I had failed to find in its church the charm which it had had for me before I knew it; that at Florence or Parma or Venice my imagination could no more take the place of my eyes when I looked at the sights there. I realised this. Similarly, one New Year’s afternoon, as night fell, standing before a column of playbills, I had discovered the illusion that lies in our thinking that certain solemn holidays differ essentially from the other days in the calendar. And yet I could not prevent my memory of the time during which I had looked forward to spending Easter in Florence from continuing to make that festival the atmosphere, so to speak, of the City of Flowers, to give at once to Easter Day something Florentine and to Florence something Paschal. Easter was still a long way off; but in the range of days that stretched out before me the days of Holy Week stood out more clearly at the end of those that merely came between. Touched by a far-flung ray, like certain houses in a village which one sees from a distance when the rest are in shadow, they had caught and kept all the sun\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The weather had now become milder. And my parents themselves, by urging me to take more exercise, gave me an excuse for resuming my morning walks. I had meant to give them up, since they meant my meeting Mme. de Guermantes. But it was for this very reason that I kept thinking all the time of those walks, which led to my finding, every moment, a fresh reason for taking them, a reason that had no connexion with Mme. de Guermantes and no difficulty in convincing me that, had she never existed, I should still have taken a walk, without fail, at that hour every morning\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas, if to me meeting any person other than herself would not have mattered, I felt that to her meeting anyone in the world except myself would have been endurable. It happened that, in the course of her morning walks, she received the salutations of plenty of fools whom she regarded as such. But the appearance of these in her path seemed to her, if not to hold out any promise of pleasure, to be at any rate the result of mere accident. And she stopped them at times, for there are moments in which one wants to escape from oneself, to accept the hospitality offered by the soul of another person, provided always that the other, however modest and plain it may be, is a different soul, whereas in my heart she was exasperated to feel that what she would have found was herself. And so, even when I had, for taking the same way as she, another reason than my desire to see her, I trembled like a guilty man as she came past; and sometimes, so as to neutralise anything extravagant that there might seem to have been in my overtures, I would barely acknowledge her bow, or would fasten my eyes on her face without raising my hat, and succeed only in making her angrier than ever, and begin to regard me as insolent and ill-bred besides\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She was now wearing lighter, or at any rate brighter, clothes, and would come strolling down the street in which already, as though it were spring, in front of the narrow shops that were squeezed in between the huge fronts of the old aristocratic mansions, over the booths of the butter-woman and the fruit-woman and the vegetable-woman, awnings were spread to protect them from the sun. I said to myself that the woman whom I could see far off, walking, opening her sunshade, crossing the street, was, in the opinion of those best qualified to judge, the greatest living exponent of the art of performing those movements and of making out of them something exquisitely lovely. Meanwhile she was advancing towards me, unconscious of this widespread reputation, her narrow, stubborn body, which had absorbed none of it, was bent stiffly forward under a scarf of violet silk; her clear, sullen eyes looked absently in front of her, and had perhaps caught sight of me; she was biting her lip; I saw her straighten her muff, give alms to a beggar, buy a bunch of violets from a flower-seller, with the same curiosity that I should have felt in watching the strokes of a great painter’s brush. And when, as she reached me, she gave me a bow that was accompanied sometimes by a faint smile, it was as though she had sketched in colour for me, adding a personal inscription to myself, a drawing that was a masterpiece of art. Each of her gowns seemed to me her natural, necessary surroundings, like the projection around her of a particular aspect of her soul. On one of these Lenten mornings, when she was on her way out to luncheon, I met her wearing a gown of bright red velvet, cut slightly open at the throat. The face of Mme. de Guermantes appeared to be dreaming, beneath its pile of fair hair. I was less sad than usual because the melancholy of her expression, the sort of claustration which the startling hue of her gown set between her and the rest of the world, made her seem somehow lonely and unhappy, and this comforted me. The gown struck me as being the materialisation round about her of the scarlet rays of a heart which I did not recognise as hers and might have been able, perhaps, to console; sheltered in the mystical light of the garment with its gently flowing folds, she made me think of some Saint of the early ages of Christianity. After which I felt ashamed of afflicting with the sight of myself this holy martyr. “But, after all, the streets are public.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The streets are public, I reminded myself, giving a different meaning to the words, and marvelling that indeed in the crowded thoroughfare often soaked with rain, which made it beautiful and precious as a street sometimes is in the old towns of Italy, the Duchesse de Guermantes mingled with the public life of the world moments of her own secret life, shewing herself thus to all and sundry, jostled by every passer-by, with the splendid gratuitousness of the greatest works of art. As I had been out in the morning, after staying awake all night, in the afternoon my parents would tell me to lie down for a little and try to sleep. There is no need, when one is trying to find sleep, to give much thought to the quest, but habit is very useful, and even freedom from thought. But in these afternoon hours both were lacking. Before going to sleep, I devoted so much time to thinking that I should not be able to sleep, that even after I was asleep a little of my thought remained. It was no more than a glimmer in the almost total darkness, but it was bright enough to cast a reflexion in my sleep, first of the idea that I could not sleep, and then, a reflexion of this reflexion, that it was in my sleep that I had had the idea that I was not asleep, then, by a further refraction, my awakening . . . to a fresh doze in which I was trying to tell some friends who had come into my room that, a moment earlier, when I was asleep, I had imagined that I was not asleep. These shades were barely distinguishable; it would have required a keen — and quite useless — delicacy of perception to seize them all. Similarly, in later years, at Venice, long after the sun had set, when it seemed to be quite dark, I have seen, thanks to the echo, itself imperceptible, of a last note of light, held indefinitely on the surface of the canals, as though some optical pedal were being pressed, the reflexion of the palaces unfurled, as though for all time, in a darker velvet, on the crepuscular greyness of the water. One of my dreams was the synthesis of what my imagination had often sought to depict, in my waking hours, of a certain seagirt place and its mediaeval past. In my sleep I saw a gothic fortress rising from a sea whose waves were stilled as in a painted window. An arm of the sea cut the town in two; the green water stretched to my feet; it bathed on the opposite shore the foundations of an oriental church, and beyond it houses which existed already in the fourteenth century, so that to go across to them would have been to ascend the stream of time. This dream in which nature had learned from art, in which the sea had turned gothic, this dream in which I longed to attain, in which I believed that I was attaining to the impossible, it seemed to me that I had often dreamed it before. But as it is the property of what we imagine in our sleep to multiply itself in the past, and to appear, even when novel, familiar, I supposed that I was mistaken. I noticed, however, that I did frequently have this dream\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The limitations, too, that are common to all sleep were reflected in mine, but in a symbolical manner; I could not in the darkness make out the faces of the friends who were in the room, for we sleep with our eyes shut. I, who could carry on endless arguments with myself while I dreamed, as soon as I tried to speak to these friends felt the words stick in my throat, for we do not speak distinctly in our sleep; I wanted to go to them, and I could not move my limbs, for we do not walk when we are asleep either; and suddenly I was ashamed to be seen by them, for we sleep without our clothes. So, my eyes blinded, my lips sealed, my limbs fettered, my body naked, the figure of sleep which my sleep itself projected had the appearance of those great allegorical figures in one of which Giotto has portrayed Envy with a serpent in her mouth of which Swann had given me photographs\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup came to Paris for a few hours only. He came with assurances that he had had no opportunity of mentioning me to his aunt. “She’s not being at all nice just now, Oriane isn’t,” he explained, with innocent self-betrayal. “She’s not my old Oriane any longer, they’ve gone and changed her. I assure you, it’s not worth while bothering your head about her. You pay her far too great a compliment. You wouldn’t care to meet my cousin Poictiers?” he went on, without stopping to reflect that this could not possibly give me any pleasure. “Quite an intelligent young woman, she is; you’d like her. She’s married to my cousin, the Duc de Poictiers, who is a good fellow, but a bit slow for her. I’ve told her about you. She said I was to bring you to see her. She’s much better looking than Oriane, and younger, too. Really a nice person, don’t you know, really a good sort.” These were expressions recently — and all the more ardently — taken up by Robert, which meant that the person in question had a delicate nature. “I don’t go so far as to say she’s a Dreyfusard, you must remember the sort of people she lives among; still, she did say to me: ‘If he is innocent, how ghastly for him to be shut up on the Devil’s Isle.’ You see what I mean, don’t you? And then she’s the sort of woman who does a tremendous lot for her old governesses; she’s given orders that they’re never to be sent in by the servants’ stair, when they come to the house. She’s a very good sort, I assure you. The real reason why Oriane doesn’t like her is that she feels she’s the cleverer of the two.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Although completely absorbed in the pity which she felt for one of the Guermantes footmen — who had no chance of going to see his girl, even when the Duchess was out, for it would immediately have been reported to her from the lodge — Françoise was heartbroken at not having been in the house at the moment of Saint-Loup’s visit, but this was because now she herself paid visits also. She never failed to go out on the days when I most wanted her. It was always to see her brother, her niece and, more particularly, her own daughter, who had recently come to live in Paris. The intimate nature of these visits itself increased the irritation that I felt at being deprived of her services, for I had a foreboding that she would speak of them as being among those duties from which there was no dispensation, according to the laws laid down at Saint-André-des-Champs\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And so I never listened to her excuses without an ill humour which was highly unjust to her, and was brought to a climax by the way Françoise had of saying not: “I have been to see my brother,” or “I have been to see my niece,” but “I have been to see the brother,” “I just looked in as I passed to bid good day to the niece” or “to my niece the butcheress”. As for her daughter, Françoise would have been glad to see her return to Combray. But this recent Parisian, making use, like a woman of fashion, of abbreviations, though hers were of a vulgar kind, protested that the week she was going shortly to spend at Combray would seem quite long enough without so much as a sight of “the Intran.” She was still less willing to go to Franchise’s sister, who lived in a mountainous country, for “mountains,” said the daughter, giving to the adjective a new and terrible meaning, “aren’t really interesting.” She could not make Up her mind to go back to Méséglise, where “the people are so stupid,” where in the market the gossips at their stalls would call cousins with her, and say “Why, it’s never poor Bazireau’s daughter?” She would sooner die than go back and bury herself down there, now that she had “tasted the life of Paris,” and Françoise, traditionalist as she was, smiled complacently nevertheless at the spirit of innovation that was incarnate in this new Parisian when she said: “Very well, mother, if you don’t get your day out, you have only to send me a pneu.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The weather had turned chilly again. “Go out? What for? To catch your death?” said Françoise, who preferred to remain in the house during the week which her daughter and brother and the butcher-niece had gone to spend at Combray. Being, moreover, the last surviving adherent of the sect in whom persisted obscurely the doctrine of my aunt Léonie — a natural philosopher — Françoise would add, speaking of this unseasonable weather: “It is the remnant of the wrath of God!” But I responded to her complaints only in a languid smile; all the more indifferent to these predictions, in that whatever befell it would be fine for me; already I could see the morning sun shine on the slope of Fiesole, I warmed myself in its rays; their strength obliged me to half open, half shut my eyelids, smiling the while, and my eyelids, like alabaster lamps, were filled with a rosy glow. It was not only the bells that came from Italy, Italy had come with them. My faithful hands would not lack flowers to honour the anniversary of the pilgrimage which I ought to have made long ago, for since, here in Paris, the weather had turned cold again as in another year at the time of our preparations for departure at the end of Lent, in the liquid, freezing air which bathed the chestnuts and planes on the boulevards, the tree in the courtyard of our house, there were already opening their petals, as in a bowl of pure water, the narcissi, the jonquils, the anemones of the Ponte Vecchio\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father had informed us that he now knew, from his friend A. J., where M. de Norpois was going when he met him about the place\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s to see Mme. de Villeparisis, they are great friends; I never knew anything about it. It seems she’s a delightful person, a most superior woman. You ought to go and call on her,” he told me. “Another thing that surprised me very much. He spoke to me of M. de Guermantes as quite a distinguished man; I had always taken him for a boor. It seems, he knows an enormous amount, and has perfect taste, only he’s very proud of his name and his connexions. But for that matter, according to Norpois, he has a tremendous position, not only here but all over Europe. It appears, the Austrian Emperor and the Tsar treat him just like one of themselves. Old Norpois told me that Mme. de Villeparisis had taken quite a fancy to you, and that you would meet all sorts of interesting people in her house. He paid a great tribute to you; you will see him if you go there, and he may have some good advice for you even if you are going to be a writer. For you’re not likely to do anything else; I can see that. It might turn out quite a good career; it’s not what I should have chosen for you, myself; but you’ll be a man in no time now, we shan’t always be here to look after you, and we mustn’t prevent you from following your vocation.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If only I had been able to start writing! But whatever the conditions in which I approached the task as, too, alas, the undertakings not to touch alcohol, to go to bed early, to sleep, to keep fit, whether it were with enthusiasm, with method, with pleasure, in depriving myself of a walk, or postponing my walk and keeping it in reserve as a reward of industry, taking advantage of an hour of good health, utilising the inactivity forced on me by a day of illness, what always emerged in the end from all my effort was a virgin page, undefiled by any writing, ineluctable as that forced card which in certain tricks one invariably is made to draw, however carefully one may first have shuffled the pack. I was merely the instrument of habits of not working, of not going to bed, of not sleeping, which must find expression somehow, cost what it might; if I offered them no resistance, if I contented myself with the pretext they seized from the first opportunity that the day afforded them of acting as they chose, I escaped without serious injury, I slept for a few hours after all, towards morning, I read a little, I did not over-exert myself; but if I attempted to thwart them, if I pretended to go to bed early, to drink only water, to work, they grew restive, they adopted strong measures, they made me really ill, I was obliged to double my dose of alcohol, did not lie down in bed for two days and nights on end, could not even read, and I vowed that another time I would be more reasonable, that is to say less wise, like the victim of an assault who allows himself to be robbed for fear, should he offer resistance, of being murdered\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father, in the meantime, had met M. de Guermantes once or twice, and, now that M. de Norpois had told him that the Duke was a remarkable man, had begun to pay more attention to what he said. As it happened, they met in the courtyard and discussed Mme. de Villeparisis. “He tells me, she’s his aunt; ‘Viparisi,’ he pronounces it. He tells me, too, she’s an extraordinarily able woman. In fact he said she kept a School of Wit,” my father announced to us, impressed by the vagueness of this expression, which he had indeed come across now and then in volumes of memoirs, but without attaching to it any definite meaning. My mother, so great was her respect for him, when she saw that he did not dismiss as of no importance the fact that Mme. de Villeparisis kept a School of Wit, decided that this must be of some consequence. Albeit from my grandmother she had known all the time the exact amount of the Marquise’s intellectual worth, it was immediately enhanced in her eyes. My grandmother, who was not very well just then, was not in favour at first of the suggested visit, and afterwards lost interest in the matter. Since we had moved into our new flat, Mme. de Villeparisis had several times asked my grandmother to call upon her. And invariably my grandmother had replied that she was not going out just at present, in one of those letters which, by a new habit of hers which we did not understand, she no longer sealed herself, but employed Françoise to lick the envelopes for her. As for myself, without any very clear picture in my mind of this School of Wit, I should not have been greatly surprised to find the old lady from Balbec installed behind a desk, as, for that matter, I eventually did\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father would have been glad to know, into the bargain, whether the Ambassador’s support would be worth many votes to him at the Institute, for which he had thoughts of standing as an independent candidate. To tell the truth, while he did not venture to doubt that he would have M. de Norpois’s support, he was by no means certain of it. He had thought it merely malicious gossip when they assured him at the Ministry that M. de Norpois, wishing to be himself the only representative there of the Institute, would put every possible obstacle in the way of my father’s candidature, which besides would be particularly awkward for him at that moment, since he was supporting another candidate already. And yet, when M. Leroy-Beaulieu had first advised him to stand, and had reckoned up his chances, my father had been struck by the fact that, among the colleagues upon whom he could count for support, the eminent economist had not mentioned M. de Norpois. He dared not ask the Ambassador point-blank, but hoped that I should return from my call on Mme. de Villeparisis with his election as good as secured. This call was now imminent. That M. de Norpois would carry on propaganda calculated to assure my father the votes of at least two thirds of the Academy seemed to him all the more probable since the Ambassador’s willingness to oblige was proverbial, those who liked him least admitting that no one else took such pleasure in being of service. And besides, at the Ministry, his protective influence was extended over my father far more markedly than over any other official\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My father had also another encounter about this time, but one at which his extreme surprise ended in equal indignation. In the street one day he ran into Mme. Sazerat, whose life in Paris her comparative poverty restricted to occasional visits to a friend. There was no one who bored my father quite so intensely as did Mme. Sazerat, so much so that Mamma was obliged, once a year, to intercede with him in sweet and suppliant tones: “My dear, I really must invite Mme. Sazerat to the house, just once; she won’t stay long;” and even: “Listen, dear, I am going to ask you to make a great sacrifice; do go and call upon Mme. Sazerat. You know I hate bothering you, but it would be so nice of you.” He would laugh, raise various objections, and go to pay the call. And so, for all that Mme. Sazerat did not appeal to him, on catching sight of her in the street my father went towards her, hat in hand; but to his profound astonishment Mme. Sazerat confined her greeting to the frigid bow enforced by politeness towards a person who is guilty of some disgraceful action or has been condemned to live, for the future, in another hemisphere. My father had come home speechless with rage. Next day my mother met Mme. Sazerat in some one’s house. She did not offer my mother her hand, but only smiled at her with a vague and melancholy air as one smiles at a person with whom one used to play as a child, but with whom one has since severed all one’s relations because she has led an abandoned life, has married a convict or what is worse still a co-respondent. Now, from all time my parents had accorded to Mme. Sazerat, and inspired in her, the most profound respect. But and of this my mother was ignorant Mme. Sazerat, alone of her kind at Combray, was a Dreyfusard. My father, a friend of M. Méline, was convinced that Dreyfus was guilty. He had flatly refused to listen to some of his colleagues who had asked him to sign a petition demanding a fresh trial. He never spoke to me for a week, after learning that I had chosen to take a different line. His opinions were well known. He came near to being looked upon as a Nationalist. As for my grandmother, in whom alone of the family a generous doubt was likely to be kindled, whenever anyone spoke to her of the possible innocence of Dreyfus, she gave a shake of her head, the meaning of which we did not at the time understand, but which was like the gesture of a person who has been interrupted while thinking of more serious things. My mother, torn between her love for my father and her hope that I might turn out to have brains, preserved an impartiality which she expressed by silence. Finally my grandfather, who adored the Army albeit his duties with the National Guard had been the bugbear of his riper years, could never, at Combray, see a regiment go by the garden railings without baring his head as the colonel and the colours passed. All this was quite enough to make Mme. Sazerat, who knew every incident of the disinterested and honourable careers of my father and grandfather, regard them as pillars of Injustice. We pardon the crimes of individuals, but not their participation in a collective crime. As soon as she knew my father to be an anti-Dreyfusard she set between him and herself continents and centuries. Which explains why, across such an interval of time and space, her bow had been imperceptible to my father, and why it had not occurred to her to hold out her hand, or to say a few words which would never have carried across the worlds that lay between\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Saint-Loup, who was coming anyhow to Paris, had promised to take me to Mme. de Villeparisis’s, where I hoped, though I had not said so to him, that we might meet Mme. de Guermantes. He invited me to luncheon in a restaurant with his mistress, whom we were afterwards to accompany to a rehearsal. We were to go out in the morning and call for her at her home on the outskirts of Paris\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had asked Saint-Loup that the restaurant to which we went for luncheon in the lives of young noblemen with money to spend the restaurant plays as important a part as do bales of merchandise in Arabian stories, might, if possible, be that to which Aimé had told me that he would be going as head waiter until the Balbec season started. It was a great attraction to me who dreamed of so many expeditions and made so few to see again some one who formed part not merely of my memories of Balbec but of Balbec itself, who went there year after year, who when ill health or my studies compelled me to stay in Paris would be watching, just the same, through the long July afternoons while he waited for the guests to come in to dinner, the sun creep down the sky and set in the sea, through the glass panels of the great dining-room, behind which, at the hour when the light died, the motionless wings of vessels, smoky blue in the distance, looked like exotic and nocturnal moths in a show-case. Himself magnetised by his contact with the strong lodestone of Balbec, this head waiter became in turn a magnet attracting me. I hoped by talking to him to get at once into communication with Balbec, to have realised here in Paris something of the delights of travel\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I left the house early, with Françoise complaining bitterly because the footman who was engaged to be married had once again been prevented, the evening before, from going to see his girl. Françoise had found him in tears; he had been itching to go and strike the porter, but had restrained himself, for he valued his place\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Before reaching Saint-Loup’s, where he was to be waiting for me at the door, I ran into Legrandin, of whom we had lost sight since our Combray days, and who, though now grown quite grey, had preserved his air of youthful candour. Seeing me, he stopped:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! So it’s you,” he exclaimed, “a man of fashion, and in a frock coat too! That is a livery in which my independent spirit would be ill at ease. It is true that you are a man of the world, I suppose, and go out paying calls! To go and dream, as I do, before some half ruined tomb, my flowing tie and jacket are not out of place. You know how I admire the charming quality of your soul; that is why I tell you how deeply I regret that you should go forth and deny it among the Gentiles. By being capable of remaining for a moment in the nauseating atmosphere — which I am unable to breathe — of a drawing-room, you pronounce on your own future the condemnation, the damnation of the Prophet. I can see it all, you frequent the ‘light hearts,’ the houses of the great, that is the vice of our middle class to-day. Ah! Those aristocrats! The Terror was greatly to blame for not cutting the heads off every one of them. They are all sinister debauchees, when they are not simply dreary idiots. Still, my poor boy, if that sort of thing amuses you! While you are on your way to your tea-party your old friend will be more fortunate than you, for alone in an outlying suburb he will be watching the pink moon rise in a violet sky. The truth is that I scarcely belong to this Earth upon which I feel myself such an exile; it takes all the force of the law of gravity to hold me here, to keep nie from escaping into another sphere. I belong to a different planet. Goodbye; do not take amiss the old-time frankness of the peasant of the Vivonne, who has also remained a peasant of the Danube. To prove to you that I am your sincere well-wisher, I am going to send you my last novel. But you will not care for it; it is not deliquescent enough, not fin de siècle enough for you; it is too frank, too honest; what you want is Bergotte, you have confessed it, high game for the jaded palates of pleasure-seeking epicures. I suppose I am looked upon, in your set, as an old campaigner; I do wrong to put my heart into what I write, that is no longer done; besides, the life of the people is not distinguished enough to interest your little snobbicules. Go, get you gone, try to recall at times the words of Christ: ‘Do this and ye shall live.’ Farewell, Friend.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was not with any particular resentment against Legrandin that I parted from him. Certain memories are like friends in common, they can bring about reconciliations; set down amid fields starred with buttercups, upon which were piled the ruins of feudal greatness, the little wooden bridge still joined us, Legrandin and me, as it joined the two banks of the Vivonne\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0After coming out of a Paris in which, although spring had begun, the trees on the boulevards had hardly put on their first leaves, it was a marvel to Saint-Loup and myself, when the circle train had set us down at the suburban village in which his mistress was living, to see every cottage garden gay with huge festal altars of fruit trees in blossom. It was like one of those peculiar, poetical, ephemeral, local festivals which people travel long distances to attend on certain fixed occasions, only this one was held by Nature. The bloom of the cherry tree is stuck so close to its branches, like a white sheath, that from a distance, among the other trees that shewed as yet scarcely a flower or leaf, one might have taken it, on this day of sunshine that was still so cold, for snow, melted everywhere else, which still clung to the bushes. But the tall pear trees enveloped each house, each modest courtyard in a whiteness more vast, more uniform, more dazzling, as if all the dwellings, all the enclosed spaces in the village were on their way to make, on one solemn date, their first communion\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It had been a country village, and had kept its old mayor’s office sunburned and brown, in front of which, in the place of maypoles and streamers, three tall pear trees were, as though for some civic and local festival, gallantly beflagged with white satin. These villages in the environs of Paris still have at their gates parks of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries which were the ‘follies’ of the stewards and favourites of the great. A fruit-grower had utilised one of these which was sunk below the road for his trees, or had simply, perhaps, preserved the plan of an immense orchard of former days. Laid out in quincunxes, these pear trees, less crowded and not so far on as those that I had seen, formed great quadrilaterals — separated by low walls — of snowy blossom, on each side of which the light fell differently, so that all these airy roofless chambers seemed to belong to a Palace of the Sun, such as one might unearth in Crete or somewhere; and made one think also of the different ponds of a reservoir, or of those parts of the sea which man, for some fishery, or to plant oyster-beds, has subdivided, when one saw, varying with the orientation of the boughs, the light fall and play upon their trained arms as upon water warm with spring, and coax into unfolding here and there, gleaming amid the open, azure-panelled trellis of the branches, the foaming whiteness of a creamy, sunlit flower\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Never had Robert spoken to me so tenderly of his friend as he did during this walk. She alone had taken root in his heart; his future career in the Army, his position in society, his family, he was not, of course, indifferent altogether to these, but they were of no account compared with the veriest trifle that concerned his mistress. That alone had any importance in his eyes, infinitely more importance than the Guermantes and all the kings of the earth put together. I do not know whether he had formulated the doctrine that she was of a superior quality to anyone else, but I do know that he considered, took trouble only about what affected her. Through her and for her he was capable of suffering, of being happy, perhaps of doing murder. There was really nothing that interested, that could excite him except what his mistress wished, was going to do, what was going on, discernible at most in fleeting changes of expression, in the narrow expanse of her face and behind her privileged brow. So nice-minded in all else, he looked forward to the prospect of a brilliant marriage, solely in order to be able to continue to maintain her, to keep her always. If one had asked oneself what was the value that he set on her, I doubt whether one could ever have imagined a figure high enough. If he did not marry her, it was because a practical instinct warned him that as soon as she had nothing more to expect from him she would leave him, or would at least live as she chose, and that he must retain his hold on her by keeping her in suspense from day to day. For he admitted the possibility that she did not love him. No doubt the general affection called love must have forced him — as it forces all men — to believe at times that she did. But in his heart of hearts he felt that this love which she felt for him did not exhaust the possibility of her remaining with him only on account of his money, and that on the day when she had nothing more to expect from him she would make haste the dupe of her friends and their literary theories, and loving him all the time, really — he thought to leave him. “If she is nice to me to-day,” he confided to me, “I am going to give her something that she’ll like. It’s a necklace she saw at Boucheron’s. It’s rather too much for me just at present — thirty thousand francs. But, poor puss, she gets so little pleasure out of life. She will be jolly pleased with it, I know. She mentioned it to me and told me she knew somebody who would perhaps give it to her. I don t believe that is true, really, but I wasn’t taking any risks, so I’ve arranged with Boucheron, who is our family jeweller, to keep it for me. I am glad to think that you’re going to meet her; she’s nothing so very wonderful to look at, you know,” I could see that he thought just the opposite and had said this only so as to make me, when I did see her, admire her all the more “what she has got is a marvellous judgment; she’ll perhaps be afraid to talk much before you, but, by Jove! the things she’ll say to me about you afterwards, you know she says things one can go on thinking about for hours; there’s really something about her that’s quite Pythian.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On our way to her house we passed by a row of little gardens, and I was obliged to stop, for they were all aflower with pear and cherry blossoms; as empty, no doubt, and lifeless only yesterday as a house that no tenant has taken, they were suddenly peopled and adorned by these newcomers, arrived during the night, whose lovely white garments we could see through the railings along the garden paths\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen; I can see you’d rather stop and look at that stuff, and grow poetical about it,” said Robert, “so just wait for me here, will you; my friend’s house is quite close, I will go and fetch her.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0While I waited I strolled up and down the road, past these modest gardens. If I raised my head I could see, now and then, girls sitting in the windows, but outside, in the open air, and at the height of a half-landing, here and there, light and pliant, in their fresh pink gowns, hanging among the leaves, young lilac-clusters were letting themselves be swung by the breeze without heeding the passer-by who was turning his eyes towards their green mansions. I recognised in them the platoons in violet uniform posted at the entrance to M. Swann’s park, past the little white fence, in the warm afternoons of spring, like an enchanting rustic tapestry. I took a path which led me into a meadow. A cold wind blew keenly along it, as at Combray, but from the midst of the rich, moist, country soil, which might have been on the bank of the Vivonne, there had nevertheless arisen, punctual at the trysting place like all its band of brothers, a great white pear tree which waved smilingly in the sun’s face, like a curtain of light materialised and made palpable, its flowers shaken by the breeze but polished and frosted with silver by the sun’s rays\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly Saint-Loup appeared, accompanied by his mistress, and then, in this woman who was for him all the love, every possible delight in life, whose personality, mysteriously enshrined in a body as in a Tabernacle, was the object that still occupied incessantly the toiling imagination of my friend, whom he felt that he would never really know, as to whom he was perpetually asking himself what could be her secret self, behind the veil of eyes and flesh, in this woman I recognised at once ‘Rachel when from the Lord,’ her who, but a few years since — women change their position so rapidly in that world, when they do change — used to say to the procuress: “To-morrow evening, then, if you want me for anyone, you will send round, won’t you?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And when they had ‘come round’ for her, and she found herself alone in the room with the ‘anyone,’ she had known so well what was required of her that after locking the door, as a prudent woman’s precaution or a ritual gesture, she would begin to take off all her things, as one does before the doctor who is going to sound one’s chest, never stopping in the process unless the ‘some one,’ not caring for nudity, told her that she might keep on her shift, as specialists do sometimes who, having an extremely fine ear and being afraid of their patient’s catching a chill, are satisfied with listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart through his shirt. On this woman whose whole life, all her thoughts, all her past, all the men who at one time or another had had her were to me so utterly unimportant that if she had begun to tell me about them I should have listened to her only out of politeness, and should barely have heard what she said, I felt that the anxiety, the torment, the love of Saint-Loup had been concentrated in such a way as to make — out of what was for me a mechanical toy, nothing more — the cause of endless suffering, the very object and reward of existence. Seeing these two elements separately because I had known ‘Rachel when from the Lord’ in a house of ill fame, I realised that many women for the sake of whom men live, suffer, take their lives, may be in themselves or for other people what Rachel was for me. The idea that any one could be tormented by curiosity with regard to her life stupefied me. I could have told Robert of any number of her unchastities, which seemed to me the most uninteresting things in the world. And how they would have pained him! And what had he not given to learn them, without avail!\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I realised also then all that the human imagination can put behind a little scrap of face, such as this girl’s face was, if it is the imagination that was the first to know it; and conversely into what wretched elements, crudely material and utterly without value, might be decomposed what had been the inspiration of countless dreams if, on the contrary, it should be so to speak controverted by the slightest actual acquaintance. I saw that what had appeared to me to be not worth twenty francs when it had been offered to me for twenty francs in the house of ill fame, where it was then for me simply a woman desirous of earning twenty francs, might be worth more than a million, more than one’s family, more than all the most coveted positions in life if one had begun by imagining her to embody a strange creature, interesting to know, difficult to seize and to hold. No doubt it was the same thin and narrow face that we saw, Robert and I. But we had arrived at it by two opposite ways, between which there was no communication, and we should never both see it from the same side. That face, with its stares, its smiles, the movements of its lips, I had known from outside as being simply that of a woman of the sort who for twenty francs would do anything that I asked. And so her stares, her smiles, the movements of her lips had seemed to me significant merely of the general actions of a class without any distinctive quality. And beneath them I should not have had the curiosity to look for a person. But what to me had in a sense been offered at the start, that consenting face, had been for Robert an ultimate goal towards which he had made his way through endless hopes and doubts, suspicions, dreams. He gave more than a million francs in order to have for himself, in order that there might not be offered to others what had been offered to me, as to all and sundry, for a score. That he too should not have enjoyed it at the lower price may have been due to the chance of a moment, the instant in which she who seemed ready to yield herself makes off, having perhaps an assignation elsewhere, some reason which makes her more difficult of access that day. Should the man be a sentimentalist, then, even if she has not observed it, but infinitely more if she has, the direst game begins. Unable to swallow his disappointment, to make himself forget about the woman, he starts afresh in pursuit, she flies him, until a mere smile for which he no longer ventured to hope is bought at a thousand times what should have been the price of the last, the most intimate favours. It happens even at times in such a case, when one has been led by a mixture of simplicity in one’s judgment and cowardice in the face of suffering to commit the crowning folly of making an inaccessible idol of a girl, that these last favours, or even the first kiss one is fated never to obtain, one no longer even ventures to ask for them for fear of destroying one’s chances of Platonic love. And it is then a bitter anguish to leave the world without having ever known what were the embraces of the woman one has most passionately loved. As for Rachel’s favours, however, Saint-Loup had by mere accident succeeded in winning them all. Certainly if he had now learned that they had been offered to all the world for a louis, he would have suffered, of course, acutely, but would still have given a million francs for the right to keep them, for nothing that he might have learned could have made him emerge — since that is beyond human control and can be brought to pass only in spite of it by the action of some great natural law — from the path he was treading, from which that face could appear to him only through the web of the dreams that he had already spun. The immobility of that thin face, like that of a sheet of paper subjected to the colossal pressure of two atmospheres, seemed to me to be being maintained by two infinities which abutted on her without meeting, for she held them apart. And indeed, when Robert and I were both looking at her we did not both see her from the same side of the mystery\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was not ‘Rachel when from the Lord’— who seemed to me a small matter — it was the power of the human imagination, the illusion on which were based the pains of love; these I felt to be vast. Robert noticed that I appeared moved. I turned my eyes to the pear and cherry trees of the garden opposite, so that he might think that it was their beauty that had touched me. And it did touch me in somewhat the same way; it also brought close to me things of the kind which we not only see with our eyes but feel also in our hearts. These trees that I had seen in the garden, likening them in my mind to strange deities, had not my mistake been like the Magdalene’s when, in another garden, she saw a human form and ‘thought it was the gardener.’ Treasurers of our memories of the age of gold, keepers of the promise that reality is not what we suppose, that the splendour of Poetry, the wonderful radiance of innocence may shine in it and may be the recompense which we strive to earn, these great white creatures, bowed in a marvellous fashion above the shade propitious for rest, for angling or for reading, were they not rather angels? I exchanged a few words with Saint-Loup’s mistress. We cut across the village. Its houses were sordid. But by each of the most wretched, of those that looked as though they had been scorched and branded by a rain of brimstone, a mysterious traveller, halting for a day in the accursed city, a resplendent angel stood erect, extending broadly over it the dazzling protection of the wings of flowering innocence: it was a pear tree. Saint-Loup drew me a little way in front to explain\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should have liked it if you and I could have been alone together, in fact I would much rather have had luncheon just with you, and stayed with you until it was time to go to my aunt’s. But this poor girl of mine here, it is such a pleasure to her, and she is so decent to me, don’t you know, I hadn’t the heart to refuse her. You’ll like her, however, she’s literary, you know, a most sensitive nature, and besides it’s such a pleasure to be with her in a restaurant, she is so charming, so simple, always delighted with every, thing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I fancy nevertheless that, on this same morning, and then probably for the first and last time, Robert did detach himself for a moment from the woman whom out of successive layers of affection he had gradually created, and beheld suddenly at some distance from himself another Rachel, outwardly the double of his but entirely different, who was nothing more or less than a little light of love. We had left the blossoming orchard and were making for the train which was to take us to Paris when, at the station, Rachel, who was walking by herself, was recognised and accosted by a pair of common little ‘tarts’ like herself, who first of all, thinking that she was alone, called out: “Hello, Rachel, you come with us; Lucienne and Germaine are in the train, and there’s room for one more. Come on. We’re all going to the rink,” and were just going to introduce to her two counter-jumpers, their lovers, who were escorting them, when, noticing that she seemed a little uneasy, they looked up and beyond her, caught sight of us, and with apologies bade her a good-bye to which she responded in a somewhat embarrassed, but still friendly tone. They were two poor little ‘tarts’ with collars of sham otter skin, looking more or less as Rachel must have looked when Saint-Loup first met her. He did not know them, or their names even, and seeing that they appeared to be extremely intimate with his mistress he could not help wondering whether she too might not once have had, had not still perhaps her place in a life of which he had never dreamed, utterly different from the life she led with him, a life in which one had women for a louis apiece, whereas he was giving more than a hundred thousand francs a year to Rachel, He caught only a fleeting glimpse of that life, but saw also in the thick of it a Rachel other than her whom he knew, a Rachel like the two little ‘tarts’ in the train, a twenty-franc Rachel. In short, Rachel had for the moment duplicated herself in his eyes, he had seen, at some distance from his own Rachel, the little ‘tart’ Rachel, the real Rachel, assuming that Rachel the ‘tart’ was more real than the other. It may then have occurred to Robert that from the hell in which he was living, with the prospect of a rich marriage, of the sale of his name, to enable him to go on giving Rachel a hundred thousand francs every year, he might easily perhaps have escaped, and have enjoyed the favours of his mistress, as the two counter-jumpers enjoyed those of their girls, for next to nothing. But how was it to be done? She had done nothing to forfeit his regard. Less generously rewarded she would be less kind to him, would stop saying and writing the things that so deeply moved him> things which he would quote, with a touch of ostentation, to his friends, taking care to point out how nice it was of her to say them, but omitting to mention that he was maintaining her in the most lavish fashion, or even that he ever gave her anything at all, that these inscriptions on photographs, or greetings at the end of telegrams were but the conversion into the most exiguous, the most precious of currencies of a hundred thousand francs. If he took care not to admit that these rare kindnesses on Rachel’s part were handsomely paid for by himself, it would be wrong to say — and yet, by a crude piece of reasoning, we do say it, absurdly, of every lover who pays in cash for his pleasure, and of a great many husbands — that this was from self-esteem or vanity. Saint-Loup had enough sense to perceive that all the pleasures which appeal to vanity he could have found easily and without cost to himself in society, on the strength of his historic name and handsome face, and that his connexion with Rachel had rather, if anything, tended to ostracise him, led to his being less sought after. No; this self-esteem which seeks to appear to be receiving gratuitously the outward signs of the affection of her whom one loves is simply a consequence of love, the need to figure in one’s own eyes and in other people’s as loved in return by the person whom one loves so well. Rachel rejoined us, leaving the two ‘tarts’ to get into their compartment; but, no less than their sham otter skins and the self-conscious appearance of their young men, the names Lucienne and Germaine kept the new Rachel alive for a moment longer. For a moment Robert imagined a Place Pigalle existence with unknown associates, sordid love affairs, afternoons spent in simple amusements, excursions or pleasure-parties, in that Paris in which the sunny brightness of the streets from the Boulevard de Clichy onwards did not seem the same as the solar radiance in which he himself strolled with his mistress, but must be something different, for love, and suffering which is one with love, have, like intoxication, the power to alter for us inanimate things. It was almost an unknown Paris in the heart of Paris itself that he suspected, his connexion appeared to him like the exploration of a strange form of life, for if when with him Rachel was somewhat similar to himself, it was nevertheless a part of her real life that she lived with him, indeed the most precious part, in view of his reckless expenditure on her, the part that made her so greatly envied by her friends and would enable her one day to retire to the country or to establish herself in the leading theatres, when she had made her pile. Robert longed to ask her who Lucienne and Germaine were, what they would have said to her if she had joined them in their compartment, how they would all have spent a day which would have perhaps ended, as a supreme diversion, after the pleasures of the rink, at the Olympia Tavern, if Robert and I had not been there. For a moment the purlieus of the Olympia, which until then had seemed to him merely deadly dull, aroused curiosity in him and pain, and the sunshine of this spring day beating upon the Rue Caumartin where, possibly, if she had not known Robert, Rachel might have gone in the course of the evening and nave earned a louis, filled him with a vague longing. But what use was it to ply Rachel with questions when he already knew that her answer would be merely silence, or a lie, or something extremely painful for him to hear, which would yet explain nothing. The porters were shutting the doors; we jumped into a first-class carriage; Rachel’s magnificent pearls reminded Robert that she was a woman of great price, he caressed her, restored her to her place in his heart where he could contemplate her, internalised, as he had always done hitherto — save during this brief instant in which he had seen her in the Place Pigalle of an impressionist painter — and the train began to move\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was, by the way, quite true that she was ‘literary.’ She never stopped talking to me about books, new art and Tolstoyism except to rebuke Saint-Loup for drinking so much wine:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! If you could live with me for a year, we’d see a fine change. I should keep you on water and you’d be ever so much better.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Right you are. Let’s begin now.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But you know quite well I have to work all day!” For she took her art very seriously. “Besides, what would your people say?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And she began to abuse his family to me in terms which for that matter seemed to me highly reasonable, and with which Saint-Loup, while disobeying her orders in the matter of champagne, entirely concurred. I, who was so much afraid of the effect of wine on him, and felt the good influence of his mistress, was quite prepared to advise him to let his family go hang. Tears sprang to the young woman’s eyes; I had been rash enough to refer to Dreyfus\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The poor martyr!” she almost sobbed; “it will be the death of him in that dreadful place.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Don’t upset yourself, Zézette, he will come back, he will be acquitted all right, they will admit they’ve made a mistake.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But long before then he’ll be dead! Oh, well at any rate his children will bear a stainless name. But just think of the agony he must be going through; that’s what makes my heart bleed. And would you believe that Robert’s mother, a pious woman, says that he ought to be left on the Devil’s Isle, even if he is innocent; isn’t it appalling?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, it’s absolutely true, she does say that,” Robert assured me. “She’s my mother, I’ve no fault to find with her, but it’s quite clear she hasn’t got a sensitive nature, like Zézette.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As a matter of fact these luncheons which were said to be ‘such a pleasure’ always ended in trouble. For as soon as Saint-Loup found himself in a public place with his mistress, he would imagine that she was looking at every other man in the room, and his brow would darken; she would remark his ill-humour, which she may have thought it amusing to encourage, or, as was more probable, by a foolish piece of conceit preferred, feeling wounded by his tone, not to appear to be seeking to disarm; and would make a show of being unable to take her eyes off some man or other, not that this was always a mere pretence. In fact, the gentleman who, in theatre or café, happened to sit next to them, or, to go no farther, the driver of the cab they had engaged need only have something attractive about him, no matter what, and Robert, his perception quickened by jealousy, would have noticed it before his mistress; he would see in him immediately one of those foul creatures whom he had denounced to me at Balbec, who corrupted and dishonoured women for their own amusement, would beg his mistress to take her eyes off the man, thereby drawing her attention to him. And sometimes she found that Robert had shewn such good judgment in his suspicion that after a little she even left off teasing him in order that he might calm down and consent to go off by himself on some errand which would give her time to begin conversation with the stranger, often to make an assignation, sometimes even to bring matters quickly to a head. I could see as soon as we entered the restaurant that Robert was looking troubled. The fact of the matter was that he had at once remarked, what had escaped our notice at Balbec, namely that, standing among his coarser colleagues, Aimé, with a modest brilliance, emitted, quite unconsciously of course, that air of romance which emanates until a certain period in life from fine hair and a Grecian nose, features thanks to which he was distinguishable among the crowd of waiters. The others, almost all of them well on in years, presented a series of types, extraordinarily ugly and criminal, of hypocritical priests, sanctimonious confessors, more numerously of comic actors of the old school, whose sugar-loaf foreheads are scarcely to be seen nowadays outside the collections of portraits that hang in the humbly historic green-rooms of little, out of date theatres, where they are represented in the parts of servants or high priests, though this restaurant seemed, thanks to a selective method of recruiting and perhaps to some system of hereditary nomination, to have preserved their solemn type in a sort of College of Augurs. As ill luck would have it, Aimé having recognised us, it was he who came to take our order, while the procession of operatic high priests swept past us to other tables. Aimé inquired after my grandmother’s health; I asked for news of his wife and children. He gave it with emotion, being a family man. He had an intelligent, vigorous, but respectful air. Robert’s mistress began to gaze at him with a strange attentiveness. But Aimé‘s sunken eyes, in which a slight short-sightedness gave one the impression of veiled depths, shewed no sign of consciousness in his still face. In the provincial hotel in which he had served for many years before coming to Balbec, the charming sketch, now a trifle discoloured and faded, which was his face, and which, for all those years, like some engraved portrait of Prince Eugène, had been visible always at the same place, at the far end of a dining-room that was almost always empty, could not have attracted any very curious gaze. He had thus for long remained, doubtless for want of sympathetic admirers, in ignorance of the artistic value of his face, and but little inclined for that matter to draw attention to it, for he was temperamentally cold. At the most, some passing Parisian, stopping for some reason in the town, had raised her eyes to his, had asked him perhaps to bring something to her in her room before she left for the station, and in the pellucid, Monotonous, deep void of this existence of a faithful husband and servant in a country town had hidden the secret of a caprice without sequel which no one would ever bring to light. And yet Aimé must have been conscious of the insistent emphasis with which the eyes of the young actress were fastened upon him now. Anyhow, it did not escape Robert beneath whose skin I saw gathering a flush, not vivid like that which burned his cheeks when he felt any sudden emotion, but faint, diffused\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Anything specially interesting about that waiter, Zézette?” he inquired, after sharply dismissing Aimé. “One would think you were studying the part.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There you are, beginning again; I knew it was coming.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Beginning what again, my dear girl? I may have been mistaken; I haven’t said anything, I’m sure. But I have at least the right to warn you against the fellow, seeing that I knew him at Balbec otherwise I shouldn’t give a damn, and a bigger scoundrel doesn’t walk the face of the earth.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She seemed anxious to pacify Robert and began to engage me in a literary conversation in which he joined. I found that it did not bore me to talk to her, for she had a thorough knowledge of the books that I most admired, and her opinion of them agreed more or less with my own; but as I had heard Mme. de Villeparisis declare that she had no talent, I attached but little importance to this evidence of culture. She discoursed wittily on all manner of topics, and would have been genuinely entertaining had she not affected to an irritating extent the jargon of the sets and studios. She applied this, moreover, to everything under the sun; for instance, having acquired the habit of saying of a picture, if it were impressionist, or an opera, if Wagnerian, “Ah! That is good!” one day when a young man had kissed her on the ear, and, touched by her pretence of being thrilled, had affected modesty, she said: “Yes, as a sensation I call it distinctly good.” But what more surprised me was that the expressions peculiar to Robert which, moreover, had come to him, perhaps, from literary men whom she knew were used by her to him and by him to her as though they had been a necessary form of speech, and without any conception of the pointlessness of an originality that is universal\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In eating, she managed her hands so clumsily that one assumed that she must appear extremely awkward upon the stage. She recovered her dexterity only when making love, with that touching prescience latent in women who love the male body so intensely that they immediately guess what will give most pleasure to that body, which is yet so different from their own\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I ceased to take part in the conversation when it turned upon the theatre, for on that topic Rachel was too malicious for my liking. She did, it was true, take up in a tone of commiseration — against Saint-Loup, which proved that he was accustomed to hearing Rachel attack her — the defence of Berma, saying: “Oh, no, she’s a wonderful person, really. Of course, the things she does no longer appeal to us, they don’t correspond quite to what we are looking for, but one must think of her at the period to which she belongs; we owe her a great deal. She has done good work, you know. And besides she’s such a fine woman, she has such a good heart; naturally she doesn’t care about the things that interest us, but she has had in her time, with a rather impressive face, a charming quality of mind.” Our ringers, by the way, do not play the same accompaniment to all our aesthetic judgments. If it is a picture that is under discussion, to shew that it is a fine work with plenty of paint, it is enough to stick out one’s thumb. But the ‘charming quality of mind’ is more exacting. It requires two fingers, or rather two fingernails, as though one were trying to flick off a particle of dust. But, with this single exception, Saint-Loup’s mistress referred to the best-known actresses in a tone of ironical superiority which annoyed me because I believed — quite mistakenly, as it happened — that it was she who was inferior to them. She was clearly aware that I must regard her as an indifferent actress, and on the other hand have a great regard for those she despised. But she shewed no resentment, because there is in all great talent while it is still, as hers was then, unrecognised, however sure it may be of itself, a vein of humility, and because we make the consideration that we expect from others proportionate not to our latent powers but to the position to which we have attained. I was, an hour or so later, at the theatre, to see Saint-Loup’s mistress shew great deference towards those very artists against whom she was now bringing so harsh a judgment to bear. And so, in however little doubt my silence may have left her, she insisted nevertheless on our dining together that evening, assuring me that never had anyone’s conversation delighted her so much as mine. If we were not yet in the theatre, to which we were to go after luncheon, we had the sense of being in a green-room hung with portraits of old members of the company, so markedly were the waiters’ faces those which, one thought, had perished with a whole generation of obscure actors of the Palais-Royal; they had a look, also, of Academicians; stopping before a side table one of them was examining a dish of pears with the expression of detached curiosity that M. de Jussieu might have worn. Others, on either side of him, were casting about the room that gaze instinct with curiosity and coldness which Members of the Institute, who have arrived early, throw at the public, while they exchange a few murmured words which one fails to catch. They were faces well known to all the regular guests. One of them, however, was being pointed out, a newcomer with distended nostrils and a smug upper lip, who looked like a cleric; he was entering upon his duties there for the first time, and everyone gazed with interest at this newly elected candidate. But presently, perhaps to drive Robert away so that she might be alone with Aimé, Rachel began to make eyes at a young student, who was feeding with another man at a neighbouring table\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Zézette, let me beg you not to look at that young man like that,” said Saint-Loup, on whose face the hesitating flush of a moment ago had been gathered now into a scarlet tide which dilated and darkened his swollen features, “if you must make a scene here, I shall simply finish eating by myself and join you at the theatre afterwards.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this point a messenger came up to tell Aimé that he was wanted to speak to a gentleman in a carriage outside. Saint-Loup, ever uneasy, and afraid now that it might be some message of an amorous nature that was to be conveyed to his mistress, looked out of the window and saw there, sitting up in his brougham, his hands tightly buttoned in white gloves with black seams, a flower in his buttonhole, M. de Charlus\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There; you see!” he said to me in a low voice, “my family hunt me down even here. Will you, please — I can’t very well do it myself, but you can, as you know the head waiter so well and he’s certain to give us away — ask him not to go to the carriage. He can ahvays send some other waiter who doesn’t know me. I know my uncle; if they tell him that I’m not known here, he’ll never come inside to look for me, he loathes this sort of place. Really, it’s pretty disgusting that an old petticoat-chaser like him, who is still at it, too, should be perpetually lecturing me and coming to spy on me!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Aimé on receiving my instructions sent one of his underlings to explain that he was busy and could not come out at the moment, and should the gentleman ask for the Marquis de Saint-Loup that they did not know any such person. But Saint-Loup’s mistress, who had failed to catch our whispered conversation and thought that it was still about the young man at whom Robert had been finding fault with her for making eyes, broke out in a torrent of rage\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, indeed! So it’s the young man over there, now, is it? Thank you for telling me; it’s a real pleasure to have this sort of thing with one’s meals! Don’t listen to him, please; he’s rather cross to-day, and, you know,” she went on, turning to me, “he just says it because he thinks it smart, that it’s the gentlemanly thing to appear jealous always.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And she began with feet and fingers to shew signs of nervous irritation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, Zézette, it is I who find it unpleasant. You are making us all ridiculous before that gentleman, who will begin to imagine you’re making overtures to him, and an impossible bounder he looks, too.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, no, I think he’s charming; for one thing, he’s got the most adorable eyes, and a way of looking at women — you can feel he must love them.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You can at least keep quiet until I’ve left the room, if you have lost your senses,” cried Robert. “Waiter, my things.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I did not know whether I was expected to follow him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, I want to be alone,” he told me in the same tone in which he had just been addressing his mistress, and as if he were quite furious with me. His anger was like a single musical phrase to which in an opera several lines are sung which are entirely different from one another, if one studies the words, in meaning and character, but which the music assimilates by a common sentiment. When Robert had gone, his mistress called Aimé and asked him various questions. She then wanted to know what I thought of him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “An amusing expression, hasn’t he? Do you know what I should like; it would be to know what he really thinks about things, to have him wait on me often, to take him travelling. But that would be all. If we were expected to love all the people who attract us, life would be pretty ghastly, wouldn’t it? It’s silly of Robert to get ideas like that. All that sort of thing, it’s only just what comes into my head, that’s all; Robert has nothing to worry about.” She was still gazing at Aimé. “Do look, what dark eyes he has. I should love to know what there is behind them.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Presently came a message that Robert was waiting for her in a private room, to which he had gone to finish his luncheon, by another door, without having to pass through the restaurant again. I thus found myself alone, until I too was summoned by Robert. I found his mistress stretched out on a sofa laughing under the kisses and caresses that he was showering on her. They were drinking champagne. “Hallo, you!” she cried to him, having recently picked up this formula which seemed to her the last word in playfulness and wit. I had fed badly, I was extremely uncomfortable, and albeit Legrandin’s words had had no effect on me I was sorry to think that I was beginning in a back room of a restaurant and should be finishing in the wings of a theatre this first afternoon of spring. Looking first at the time to see that she was not making herself late, she offered me a glass of champagne, handed me one of her Turkish cigarettes and unpinned a rose for me from her bodice. Whereupon I said to myself: “I have nothing much to regret, after all; these hours spent in this young woman’s company are not wasted, since I have had from her, charming gifts which could not be bought too dear, a rose, a scented cigarette and a glass of champagne.” I told myself this because I felt that it endowed with an aesthetic character and thereby justified, saved these hours of boredom. I ought perhaps to have reflected that the very need which I felt of a reason that would console me for my boredom was sufficient to prove that I was experiencing no aesthetic sensation. As for Robert and his mistress, they appeared to have no recollection of the quarrel which had been raging between them a few minutes earlier, or of my having been a witness to it. They made no allusion to it, sought no excuse for it any more than for the contrast with it which their present conduct formed. By dint of drinking champagne with them, I began to feel a little of the intoxication that used to come over me at Rivebelle, though probably not quite the same. Not only every kind of intoxication, from that which the sun or travelling gives us to that which we get from exhaustion or wine, but every degree of intoxication — and each must have a different figure, like the numbers of fathoms on a chart — lays bare in us exactly at the depth to which it reaches a different kind of man. The room which Saint-Loup had taken was small, but the mirror which was its sole ornament was of such a kind that it seemed to reflect thirty others in an endless vista; and the electric bulb placed at the top of the frame must at night, when the light was on, followed by the procession of thirty flashes similar to its own, give to the drinker, even when alone, the idea that the surrounding space was multiplying itself simultaneously with his sensations heightened by intoxication, and that, shut up by himself in this little cell, he was reigning nevertheless over something far more extensive in its indefinite luminous curve than a passage in the Jardin de Paris. Being then myself at this moment the said drinker, suddenly, looking for him in the glass, I caught sight of him, hideous, a stranger, who was staring at me. The joy of intoxication was stronger than my disgust; from gaiety or bravado I smiled at him, and simultaneously ne smiled back at me. And I felt myself so much under the ephemeral and Potent sway of the minute in which our sensations are so strong, that I am not sure whether my sole regret was not at the thought that this hideous self of whom I had just caught sight in the glass was perhaps there for the last time on earth, and that I should never meet the stranger again in the whole course of my life\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert was annoyed only because I was not being more brilliant before his mistress\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What about that fellow you met this morning, who combines snobbery with astronomy; tell her about him, I’ve forgotten the story,” and he watched her furtively\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, my dear boy, there’s nothing more than what you’ve just said.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What a bore you are. Then tell her about Françoise in the Champs-Elysées. She’ll enjoy that.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, do! Bobby is always talking about Françoise.” And taking Saint-Loup by the chin, she repeated, for want of anything more original, drawing the said chin nearer to the light: “Hallo, you!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Since actors had ceased to be for me exclusively the depositaries, in their diction and playing, of an artistic truth, they had begun to interest me in themselves; I amused myself, pretending that what I saw before me were the characters in some old humorous novel, by watching, struck by the fresh face of the young man who had just come into the stalls, the heroine listen distractedly to the declaration of love which the juvenile lead in the piece was addressing to her, while he, through the fiery torrent of his impassioned speech, still kept a burning gaze fixed on an old lady seated in a stage box, whose magnificent pearls had caught his eye; and thus, thanks especially to the information that Saint-Loup gave me as to the private lives of the players, I saw another drama, mute but expressive, enacted beneath the words of the spoken drama which in itself, although of no merit, interested me also; for I could feel in it that there were budding and opening for an hour in the glare of the footlights, created out of the agglutination on the face of an actor of another face of grease paint and pasteboard, on his own human soul the words of a part\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0These ephemeral vivid personalities which the characters are in a play that is entertaining also, whom one loves, admires, pities, whom one would like to see again after one has left the theatre, but who by that time are already disintegrated into a comedian who is no longer in the position which he occupied in the play, a text which no longer shews one the comedian’s face, a coloured powder which a handkerchief wipes off, who have returned in short to elements that contain nothing of them, since their dissolution, effected so soon after the end of the show, make us — like the dissolution of a dear friend — begin to doubt the reality of our ego and meditate on the mystery of death\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0One number in the programme I found extremely trying. A young woman whom Rachel and some of her friends disliked was, with a set of old songs, to make a first appearance on which she had based all her hopes for the future of herself and her family. This young woman was blessed with unduly, almost grotesquely prominent hips and a pretty but too slight voice, weakened still farther by her excitement and in marked contrast to her muscular development. Rachel had posted among the audience a certain number of friends, male and female, whose business it was by their sarcastic comments to put the novice, who was known to be timid, out of countenance, to make her lose her head so that her turn should prove a complete failure, after which the manager would refuse to give her a contract. At the first notes uttered by the wretched woman, several of the male audience, recruited for that purpose, began pointing to her backward profile with jocular comments, several of the women, also in the plot, laughed out loud, each flute-like note from the stage increased the deliberate hilarity, which grew to a public scandal. The unhappy woman, sweating with anguish through her grease-paint, tried for a little longer to hold out then stopped and looked round the audience with an appealing gaze of misery and anger which succeeded only in increasing the uproar. The instinct to imitate others, the desire to shew their own wit and daring added to the party several pretty actresses who had not been forewarned but now threw at the others glances charged with malicious connivance, and sat convulsed with laughter which rang out in such violent peals that at the end of the second song, although there were still five more on the programme, the stage manager rang down the curtain. I tried to make myself pay no more heed to the incident than I had paid to my grandmother’s sufferings when my great-aunt, to tease her, used to give my grandfather brandy, the idea of deliberate wickedness being too painful for me to bear. And yet, just as our pity for misfortune is perhaps not very exact since in our imagination we recreate a whole world of grief by which the unfortunate who has to struggle against it has no time to think of being moved to self-pity, so wickedness has probably not in the mind of the wicked man that pure and voluptuous cruelty which it so pains us to imagine. Hatred inspires him, anger gives him an ardour, an activity in which there is no great joy; he must be a sadist to extract any pleasure from it; ordinarily, the wicked man supposes himself to be punishing the wickedness of his victim; Rachel imagined certainly that the actress whom she was making suffer was far from being of interest to any one, and that anyhow, in having her hissed off the stage, she was herself avenging an outrage on good taste and teaching an unworthy comrade a lesson. Nevertheless, I preferred not to speak of this incident since I had had neither the courage nor the power to prevent it, and it would have been too painful for me, by saying any good of their victim, to approximate to a gratification of the lust for cruelty the sentiments which animated the tormentors who had strangled this career in its infancy\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But the opening scene of this afternoon’s performance interested me in quite another way. It made me realise in part the nature of the illusion of which Saint-Loup was a victim with regard to Rachel, and which had set a gulf between the images that he and I respectively had in mind of his mistress, when we beheld her that morning among the blossoming pear trees. Rachel was playing a part which involved barely more than her walking on in the little play. But seen thus, she was another woman. She had one of those faces to which distance — and not necessarily that between stalls and stage, the world being in this respect only a larger theatre — gives form and outline and which, seen close at hand, dissolve back into dust. Standing beside her one saw only a nebula, a milky way of freckles, of tiny spots, nothing more. At a proper distance, all this ceased to be visible and, from cheeks that withdrew, were reabsorbed into her face, rose like a crescent moon a nose so fine, so pure that one would have liked to be object of Rachel’s attention, to see her again as often as one chose, to her close to one, provided that one had not already seen her differently and at close range. This was not my case but it had been Saint-Loup’s when he first saw her on the stage. Then he had asked himself how he might approach her, how come to know her, there had opened in him a whole fairy realm — that in which she lived — from which emanated an exquisite radiance but into which he might not penetrate. He had left the theatre telling himself that it would be madness to write to her, that she would not answer his letter, quite prepared to give his fortune and his name for the creature who was living in him in a world so vastly superior to those too familiar realities, a world made beautiful by desire and dreams of happiness, when at the back of the theatre, a little old building which had itself the air of being a piece of scenery, from the stage door he saw debouch the gay and daintily hatted band of actresses who had just been playing. Young men who knew them were waiting for them outside. The number of pawns on the human chessboard being less than the number of combinations that they are capable of forming, in a theatre from which are absent all the people we know and might have expected to find, there turns up one whom we never imagined that we should see again and who appears so opportunely that the coincidence seems to us providential, although no doubt some other coincidence would have occurred in its stead had we been not in that place but in some other, where other desires would have been aroused and we should have met some other old acquaintance to help us to satisfy them. The golden portals of the world of dreams had closed again upon Rachel before Saint-Loup saw her emerge from the theatre, so that the freckles and spots were of little importance. They vexed him nevertheless, especially as, being no longer alone, he had not now the same opportunity to dream as in the theatre. But she, for all that he could no longer see her, continued to dictate his actions, like those stars which govern us by their attraction even during the hours in which they are not visible to our eyes. And so his desire for the actress with the fine features which had no place now even in Robert’s memory had the result that, dashing towards the old friend whom chance had brought to the spot, he insisted upon an introduction to the person with no features and with freckles, since she was the same person, telling himself that later on he would take care to find out which of the two this same person really was. She was in a hurry, she did not on this occasion say a single word to Saint-Loup, and it was only some days later that he finally contrived, by inducing her to leave her companions, to escort her home. He loved her already. The need for dreams, the desire to be made happy by her of whom one has dreamed, bring it about that not much time is required before one entrusts all one’s chances of happiness to her who a few days since was but a fortuitous apparition, unknown, unmeaning, upon the boards of the theatre\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, the curtain having fallen, we moved on to the stage, alarmed at finding myself there for the first time, I felt the need to begin a spirited conversation with Saint-Loup. In this way my attitude, as I did not know what one ought to adopt in a setting that was strange to me, would be entirely dominated by our talk, and people would think that I was so absorbed in it, so unobservant of my surroundings, that it was quite natural that I should not shew the facial expressions proper to a place in which, to judge by what I appeared to be saying, I was barely conscious of standing; and seizing, to make a beginning, upon the first topic that came to my mind:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You know,” I said, “I did come to say good-bye to you the day I left Doncières; I’ve not had an opportunity to mention it. I waved to you in the street.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Don’t speak about it,” he replied, “I was so sorry. I passed you just outside the barracks, but I couldn’t stop because I was late already. I assure you, I felt quite wretched about it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0So he had recognised me! I saw again in my mind the wholly impersonal salute which he had given me, raising his hand to his cap, without a glance to indicate that he knew me, without a gesture to shew that he was sorry he could not stop. Evidently this fiction, which he had adopted at that moment, of not knowing me must have simplified matters for him greatly. But I was amazed to find that he had been able to compose himself to it so swiftly and without any instinctive movement to betray his original impression. I had already observed at Balbec that, side by side with that childlike sincerity of his face, the skin of which by its transparence rendered visible the sudden tide of certain emotions, his body had been admirably trained to perform a certain number of well-bred dissimulations, and that, like a consummate actor, he could, in his regimental and in his social life, play alternately quite different parts. In one of his parts he loved me tenderly, he acted towards me almost as if he had been my brother; my brother he had been, he was now again, but for a moment that day he had been another person who did not know me and who, holding the reins, his glass screwed to his eye, without a look or a smile had lifted his disengaged hand to the peak of his cap to give me correctly the military salute\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The stage scenery, still in its place, among which I was passing, seen thus at close range and without the advantage of any of those effects of lighting and distance on which the eminent artist whose brush had painted it had calculated, was a depressing sight, and Rachel, when I came near her, was subjected to a no less destructive force. The curves of her charming nose had stood out in perspective, between stalls and stage, like the relief of the scenery. It was no longer herself, I recognised her only thanks to her eyes, in which her identity had taken refuge. The form, the radiance of this young star, so brilliant a moment ago, had vanished. On the other hand — as though we came close to the moon and it ceased to present the appearance of a disk of rosy gold — on this face, so smooth a surface until now, I could distinguish only protuberances, discolourations, cavities. Despite the incoherence into which were resolved at close range not only the feminine features but the painted canvas, I was glad to be there to wander among the scenery, all that setting which at one time my love of nature had prompted me to dismiss as tedious and artificial until the description of it by Goethe in Wilhelm Meister had given it a sort of beauty in my eyes; and I had already observed with delight, in the thick of a crowd of journalists or men of friends of the actresses, who were greeting one another, talking, smoking, as though in a public thoroughfare, a young man in a black velvet cap and hortensia-coloured skirt, his cheeks chalked in red like a page from a Watteau album, who with his smiling lips, his eyes raised to the ceiling, as he sprang lightly into the air, seemed so entirely of another species than the rational folk in everyday clothes, in the midst of whom he was pursuing like a madman the course of his ecstatic dream, so alien to the preoccupations of their life, so anterior to the habits of their civilisation, so enfranchised from all the laws of nature, that it was as restful and as fresh a spectacle as watching a butterfly straying along a crowded street to follow with one’s eyes, between the strips of canvas, the natural arabesques traced by his winged capricious painted oscillations. But at that moment Saint-Loup conceived the idea that his mistress was paying undue attention to this dancer, who was engaged now in practising for the last time the figure of fun with which he was going to take the stage, and his face darkened\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You might look the other way,” he warned her gloomily. “You know that none of those dancer-fellows is worth the rope they can at least fall off and break their necks, and they’re the sort of people who go about afterwards boasting that you’ve taken notice of them. Besides, you know very well you’ve been told to go to your dressing-room and change. You’ll be missing your call again.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A group of men — journalists — noticing the look of fury on Saint-Loup’s face, came nearer, amused, to listen to what we were saying. And as the stage-hands had just set up some scenery on our other side we were forced into close contact with them\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, but I know him; he’s a friend of mine,” cried Saint-Loup’s mistress, her eyes still fixed on the dancer. “Look how well made he is, do watch those little hands of his dancing away by themselves like his whole body!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The dancer turned his head towards her, and his human person appeared beneath the sylph that he was endeavouring to be, the clear grey jelly of his eyes trembled and sparkled between eyelids stiff with paint, and a smile extended the corners of his mouth into cheeks plastered with rouge; then, to amuse the girl, like a singer who hums to oblige us the air of the song in which we have told her that we admired her singing, he began to repeat the movement of his hands, counterfeiting himself with the fineness of a parodist and the good humour of a child\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, that’s too lovely, the way he copies himself,” she cried, clapping her hands\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I implore you, my dearest girl,” Saint-Loup broke in, in a tone of utter misery, “do not make a scene here, I can’t stand it; I swear, if you say another word I won’t go with you to your room, I shall walk straight out; come, don’t be so naughty. . . . You oughtn’t to stand about in the cigar smoke like that, it’ll make you ill,” he went on, to me, with the solicitude he had shewn for me in our Balbec days\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh! What a good thing it would be if you did go.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I warn you, if I do I shan’t come back.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That’s more than I should venture to hope.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen; you know, I promised you the necklace if you behaved nicely to me, but the moment you treat me like this. . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! Well, that doesn’t surprise me in the least. You gave me your promise; I ought to have known you’d never keep it. You want the whole world to know you’re made of money, but I’m not a money-grubber like you. You can keep your blasted necklace; I know some one else who’ll give it to me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No one else can possibly give it to you; I’ve told Boucheron he’s to keep it for me, and I have his promise not to let anyone else have it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There you are, trying to blackmail me, you’ve arranged everything, I see. That’s what they mean by Marsantes, Mater Semita, it smells of the race,” retorted Rachel quoting an etymology which was founded on a wild misinterpretation, for Semita means ‘path’ and not ‘Semite,’ but one which the Nationalists applied to Saint-Loup on account of the Dreyfusard views for which, so far as that went, he was indebted to the actress. She was less entitled than anyone to apply the word ‘Jew’ to Mme. de Marsantes, in whom the ethnologists of society could succeed in finding no trace of Judaism apart from her connexion with the Lévy-Mirepoix family. “But this isn’t the last of it, I can tell you. An agreement like that isn’t binding. You have acted treacherously towards me. Boucheron shall be told of it and he’ll be paid twice as much for his necklace. You’ll hear from me before long; don’t you worry.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert was in the right a hundred times over. But circumstances are always so entangled that the man who is in the right a hundred times may have been once in the wrong. And I could not help recalling that unpleasant and yet quite innocent expression which he had used at Balbec: “In that way I keep a hold over her.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You don’t understand what I mean about the necklace. I made no formal promise: once you start doing everything you possibly can to make me leave you, it’s only natural, surely, that I shouldn’t give it to you; I fail to understand what treachery you can see in that, or what my ulterior motive is supposed to be. You can’t seriously maintain that I brag about my money, I’m always telling you that I’m only a poor devil without a cent to my name. It’s foolish of you take it in that way, my dear. What possible interest can I have in hurting you? You know very well that my one interest in life is yourself.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, yes, yes, please go on,” she retorted ironically, with the sweeping gesture of a barber wielding his razor. And turning to watch the dancer:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Isn’t he too wonderful with his hands. A woman like me couldn’t do the things he’s doing now.” She went closer to him and, pointing to Robert’s furious face: “Look, he’s hurt,” she murmured, in the momentary elation of a sadic impulse to cruelty totally out of keeping with the genuine feelings of affection for Saint-Loup\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen, for the last time, I swear to you it doesn’t matter what you do — in a week you’ll be giving anything to get me back — I shan’t come; it’s a clean cut, do you hear, it’s irrevocable; you will be sorry one day, when it’s too late.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Perhaps he was sincere in saying this, and the torture of leaving his mistress may have seemed to him less cruel than that of remaining with her in certain circumstances\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, my dear boy,” he went on, to me, “you oughtn’t to stand about here, I tell you, it will make you cough.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I pointed to the scenery which barred my way. He touched his hat and said to one of the journalists:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Would you mind, sir, throwing away your cigar; the smoke is bad for my friend.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0His mistress had not waited for him to accompany her; on her way to her dressing-room she turned round and:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Do they do those tricks with women too, those nice little hands?” she flung to the dancer from the back of the stage, in an artificially melodious tone of girlish innocence. “You look just like one yourself, I’m sure I could have a wonderful time with you and a girl I know.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There’s no rule against smoking that I know of; if people aren’t well, they have only to stay at home,” said the journalist\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The dancer smiled mysteriously back at the actress\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh! Do stop! You’ll make me quite mad,” she cried to him. “Then there will be trouble.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “In any case, sir, you are not very civil,” observed Saint-Loup to the journalist, still with a courteous suavity, in the deliberate manner of a man judging retrospectively the rights and wrongs of an incident that is already closed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At that moment I saw Saint-Loup raise his arm vertically above his head as if he had been making a signal to some one whom I could not see, or like the conductor of an orchestra, and indeed — without any greater transition than when, at a simple wave of the baton, in a symphony or a ballet, violent rhythms succeed a graceful andante — after the courteous words that he had just uttered he brought down his hand with a resounding smack upon the journalist’s cheek\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Now that to the measured conversations of the diplomats, to the smiling arts of peace had succeeded the furious onthrust of war, since blows lead to blows, I should not have been surprised to see the combatants swimming in one another’s blood. But what I could not understand like people who feel that it is not according to the rules when a war breaks out between two countries after some question merely of the rectification of a frontier, or when a sick man dies after nothing more serious than a swelling of the liver was how Saint-Loup had contrived to follow up those words, which implied a distinct shade of friendliness, with an action which in no way arose out of them, which they had not, so to speak, announced, that action of an arm raised in defiance not only of the rights of man but of the law of cause and effect, that action created ex nihilo. Fortunately the journalist who, staggering back from the violence of the blow, had turned pale and hesitated for a moment, did not retaliate. As for his friends, one of them had promptly turned away his head and was looking fixedly into the wings for some one who evidently was not there; the second pretended that a speck of dust had got into his eye, and began rubbing and squeezing his eyelid with every sign of being in pain; while the third had rushed off, exclaiming: “Good heavens, I believe the curtain’s going up; we shan’t get into our seats.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I wanted to speak to Saint-Loup, but he was so full of his indignation with the dancer that it adhered exactly to the surface of his eyeballs; like a subcutaneous structure it distended his cheeks with the result that, his internal agitation expressing itself externally in an entire immobility, he had not even the power of relaxation, the ‘play’ necessary to take in a word from me and to answer it. The journalist’s friends, seeing that the incident was at an end, gathered round him again, still trembling. But, ashamed of having deserted him, they were absolutely determined that be should be made to suppose that they had noticed nothing. And so they dilated, one upon the speck of dust in his eye, one upon his false alarm when he had thought that the curtain was going up, the third upon the astonishing resemblance between a man who had just gone by and the speaker’s brother. Indeed they seemed quite to resent their friend’s not having shared their several emotions\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What, didn’t it strike you? You must be going blind.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What I say is that you’re a pack of curs,” growled the journalist whom Saint-Loup had punished\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Forgetting the poses they had adopted, to be consistent with which they ought — but they did not think of it — to have pretended not to understand what he meant, they fell back on certain expressions traditional in the circumstances: “What’s all the excitement? Keep your hair on, old chap. Don’t take the bit in your teeth.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had realised that morning beneath the pear blossom how illusory were the grounds upon which Robert’s love for ‘Rachel when from the Lord’ was based; I was bound now to admit how very real were the sufferings to which that love gave rise. Gradually the feeling that had obsessed him for the last hour, without a break, began to diminish, receded into him, an unoccupied pliable zone appeared in his eyes. I had stopped for a moment at a corner of the Avenue Gabriel from which I had often in the past seen Gilberte appear. I tried for a few seconds to recall those distant impressions, and was hurrying at a ‘gymnastic’ pace to overtake Saint-Loup when I saw that a gentleman, somewhat shabbily attired, appeared to be talking to him confidentially. I concluded that this was a personal friend of Robert; at the same time they seemed to be drawing even closer to one another; suddenly, as a meteor flashes through the sky, I saw a number of ovoid bodies assume with a giddy swiftness all the positions necessary for them to form, before Saint-Loup’s face and body, a flickering constellation. Flung out like stones from a catapult, they seemed to me to be at the very least seven in number. They were merely, however, Saint-Loup’s pair of fists, multiplied by the speed with which they were changing their places in this — to all appearance ideal and decorative — arrangement. But this elaborate display was nothing more than a pummelling which Saint-Loup was administering, the true character of which, aggressive rather than aesthetic, was first revealed to me by the aspect of the shabbily dressed gentleman who appeared to be losing at once his self-possession, his lower jaw and a quantity of blood. He gave fictitious explanations to the people who came up to question him, turned his head and, seeing that Saint-Loup had made off and was hastening to rejoin me, stood gazing after him with an offended, crushed, but by no means furious expression on his face. Saint-Loup, on the other hand, was furious, although he himself had received no blow, and his eyes were still blazing with anger when he reached me. The incident was in no way connected as I had supposed with the assault in the theatre. It was an impassioned loiterer who, seeing the fine looking young soldier that Saint-Loup was, had made overtures to him. My friend could not get over the audacity of this ‘clique’ who no longer even waited for the shades of night to cover their operations, and spoke of the suggestion that had been made to him with the same indignation as the newspapers use in reporting an armed assault and robbery, in broad daylight, in the centre of Paris. And yet the recipient of his blow was excusable in one respect, for the trend of the downward slope brings desire so rapidly to the point of enjoyment that beauty by itself appears to imply consent. Now, that Saint-Loup was beautiful was beyond dispute. Castigation such as he had just administered has this value, for men of the type that had accosted him, that it makes them think seriously of their conduct, though never for long enough to enable them to amend their ways and thus escape correction at the hands of the law. And so, although Saint-Loup’s arm had shot out instinctively, without any preliminary thought, all such punishments, even when they reinforce the law, are powerless to bring about any uniformity in morals\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0These incidents, particularly the one that was weighing most on his mind, seemed to have prompted in Robert a desire to be left alone for a while. After a moment’s silence he asked me to leave him, and to go by myself to call on Mme. de Villeparisis. He would join me there, but preferred that we should not enter the room together, so that he might appear to have only just arrived in Paris, instead of having spent half the day already with me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As I had supposed before making the acquaintance of Mme. de Villeparisis at Balbec, there was a vast difference between the world in which she lived and that of Mme. de Guermantes. Mme. de Villeparisis was one of those women who, born of a famous house, entering by marriage into another no less famous, do not for all that enjoy any great position in the social world, and, apart from a few duchesses who are their nieces or sisters-in-law, perhaps even a crowned head or two, old family friends, see their drawing-rooms filled only by third-rate people, drawn from the middle classes or from a nobility either provincial or tainted in some way, whose presence there has long since driven away all such smart and snobbish folk as are not obliged to come to the house by ties of blood or the claims of a friendship too old to be ignored. Certainly I had no difficulty after the first few minutes in understanding how Mme. de Villeparisis, at Balbec, had come to be so well informed, better than ourselves even, as to the smallest details of the tour through Spain which my father was then making with M. de Norpois. Even this, however, did not make it possible to rest content with the theory that the intimacy — of more than twenty years’ standing — between Mme. de Villeparisis and the Ambassador could have been responsible for the lady’s loss of caste in a world where the smartest women boasted the attachment of lovers far less respectable than he not to mention that it was probably years since he had been anything more to the Marquise than just an old friend. Had Mme. de Villeparisis then had other adventures in days gone by? Being then of a more passionate temperament than now, in a calm and religious old age which nevertheless owed some of its mellow colouring to those ardent, vanished years, had she somehow failed, in the country neighbourhood where she had lived for so long, to avoid certain scandals unknown to the younger generation who simply took note of their effect in the unequal and defective composition of a visiting list bound, otherwise, to have been among the purest of any taint of mediocrity? That ‘sharp tongue’ which her nephew ascribed to her, had it in those far-off days made her enemies? Had it driven her into taking advantage of certain successes with men so as to avenge herself upon women? All this was possible; nor could the exquisitely sensitive way in which — giving so delicate a shade not merely to her words but to her intonation — Mme. de Villeparisis spoke of modesty or generosity be held to invalidate this supposition; for the people who not only speak with approval of certain virtues but actually feel their charm and shew a marvellous comprehension of them people in fact who will, when they come to write their memoirs, present a worthy picture of those virtues are often sprung from but not actually part of the silent, simple, artless generation which practised them. That generation is reflected in them but is not continued. Instead of the character which it possessed we find a sensibility, an intelligence which are not conducive to action. And whether or not there had been in the life of Mme. de Villeparisis any of those scandals, which if there had the lustre of her name would have blotted out, it was this intellect, resembling rather that of a writer of the second order than that of a woman of position, that was undoubtedly the cause of her social degradation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It is true that they were not specially elevating, the qualities, such as balance and restraint, which Mme. de Villeparisis chiefly extolled; but to speak of restraint in a manner that shall be entirely adequate, the word ‘restraint’ is not enough, we require some of the qualities of authorship which presuppose a quite unrestrained exaltation; I had remarked at Balbec that the genius of certain great artists was completely unintelligible to Mme. de Villeparisis; and that all she could do was to make delicate fun of them and to express her incomprehension in a graceful and witty form. But this wit and grace, at the point to which she carried them, became themselves — on another plane, and even although they were employed to belittle the noblest masterpieces — true artistic qualities. Now the effect of such qualities on any social position is a morbid activity of the kind which doctors call elective, and so disintegrating that the most firmly established pillars of society are hard put to it to hold out for any length of time. What artists call intellect seems pure presumption to the fashionable world which, unable to place itself at the sole point of view from which they, the artists, look at and judge things, incapable of understanding the particular attraction to which they yield when they choose an ex-Pression or start a friendship, feel in their company an exhaustion, an irritation, from which antipathy very shortly springs. And yet in her conversation, and the same may be said of the Memoirs which she afterwards published, Mme. de Villeparisis shewed nothing but a sort of grace that was eminently social. Having passed by great works without mastering sometimes without even noticing them, she had preserved from the period in which she had lived and which, moreover, she described with great aptness and charm, little more than the most frivolous of the gifts that they had had to offer her. But a narrative of this sort, even when it treats exclusively of subjects that are not intellectual, is still a work of the intellect, and to give in a book or in conversation, which is almost the same thing, a deliberate impression of frivolity, a serious touch is required which a purely frivolous person would be incapable of supplying. In a certain book of reminiscences written by a woman and regarded as a masterpiece, the phrase that people quote as a model of airy grace has always made me suspect that, in order to arrive at such a pitch of lightness, the author must originally have had a rather stodgy education, a boring culture, and that as a girl she probably appeared to her friends an insufferable prig. And between certain literary qualities and social failure the connexion is so inevitable that when we open Mme. de Villeparisis’s Memoirs to-day, on any page a fitting epithet, a sequence of metaphors will suffice to enable the reader to reconstruct the deep but icy bow which must have been bestowed on the old Marquise on the staircases of the Embassies by a snob like Mme. Leroi, who perhaps may have left a card on her when she went to call on the Guermantes, but never set foot in her house for fear of losing caste among all the doctors’ or solicitors’ wives whom she would find there. A bluestocking Mme. de Villeparisis had perhaps been in her earliest youth, and, intoxicated with the ferment of her own knowledge, had perhaps failed to realise the. importance of not applying to people in society, less intelligent and less educated than herself, those cutting strokes which the injured party never forgets\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Moreover, talent is not a separate appendage which one artificially attaches to those qualities which make for social success, in order to create from the whole what people in society call a ‘complete woman.’ It is the living product of a certain moral complexion, from which as a rule many moral qualities are lacking and in which there predominates a sensibility of which other manifestations such as we do not notice in a book may make themselves quite distinctly felt in the course of a life, certain curiosities for instance, certain whims, the desire to go to this place or that for one’s own amusement and not with a view to the extension, the maintenance or even the mere exercise of one’s social relations. I had seen at Balbec Mme. de Villeparisis hemmed in by a bodyguard of her own servants without even a glance, as she passed, at the people sitting in the hall of the hotel. But I had had a presentiment that this abstention was due not to indifference, and it seemed that she had not always confined herself to it. She would get a sudden craze to know some one or other because she had seen him and thought him good-looking, or merely because she had been told that he was amusing, or because he had struck her as different from the people she knew, who at this period, when she had not yet begun to appreciate them because she imagined that they would never fail her, belonged, all of them, to the purest cream of the Faubourg Saint-Germain. To the bohemian, the humble middle-class gentleman whom she had marked out with her favour she was obliged to address invitations the importance of which he was unable to appreciate, with an insistence which began gradually to depreciate her in the eyes of the snobs who were in the habit of estimating the smartness of a house by the people whom its mistress excluded rather than by those whom she entertained. Certainly, if at a given moment in her youth Mme. de Villeparisis, surfeited with the satisfaction of belonging to the fine flower of the aristocracy, had found a sort of amusement in scandalising the people among whom she lived, and in deliberately impairing her own position in society, she had begun to attach its full importance to that position once it was definitely lost. She had wished to shew the Duchesses that she was better than they, by saying and doing all the things that they dared not say or do. But now that they all, save such as were closely related to her, had ceased to call, she felt herself diminished, and sought once more to reign, but with another sceptre than that of wit. She would have liked to attract to her house all those women whom she had taken such pains to drive away. How many women’s lives, lives of which little enough is known for we all live in different worlds according to our ages, and the discretion of their elders prevents the young from forming any clear idea of the past and so completing the cycle, have been divided in this way into contrasted periods, the last being entirely devoted to the reconquest of what in the second has been so light-heartedly flung on the wind. Flung on the wind in what way? The young people are all the less capable of imagining it, since they see before them an elderly and respectable Marquise de Villeparisis and have no idea that the grave diarist of the present day, so dignified beneath her pile of snowy hair, can ever have been a gay midnight-reveller who was perhaps the delight in those days, devoured the fortunes perhaps of men now sleeping in their graves; that she should also have set to work, with a persevering and natural industry, to destroy the position which she owed to her high birth does not in the least imply that even at that remote period Mme. de Villeparisis did not attach great importance to her position. In the same way the web of isolation, of inactivity in which a neurasthenic lives may be woven by him from morning to night without therefore seeming endurable, and while he is hastening to add another mesh to the net which holds him captive, it is possible that he is dreaming only of dancing, sport and travel. We are at work every moment upon giving its form to our life, but we do so by copying unintentionally, like the example in a book, the features of the person that we are and not of him who we should like to be. The disdainful bow of Mme. Leroi might to some extent be expressive of the true nature of Mme. de Villeparisis; it in no way corresponded to her ambition\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0No doubt at the same moment at which Mme. Leroi was — to use an expression beloved of Mme. Swann —‘cutting’ the Marquise, the latter could seek consolation in remembering how Queen Marie-Amélie had once said to her: “You are just like a daughter to me.” But such marks of royal friendship, secret and unknown to the world, existed for the Marquise alone, dusty as the diploma of an old Conservatoire medalist. The only true social advantages are those that create life, that can disappear without the person who has benefited by them needing to try to keep them or to make them public, because on the same day a hundred others will take their place. And for all that she could remember the Queen’s using those words to her, she would nevertheless have bartered them gladly for the permanent faculty of being asked everywhere which Mme. Leroi possessed as in a restaurant a great but unknown artist whose genius is written neither in the lines of his bashful face nor in the antiquated cut of his threadbare coat, would willingly be even the young stock-jobber, of the lowest grade of society, who is sitting with a couple of actresses at a neighbouring table to which in an obsequious and incessant chain come hurrying manager, head waiter, pages and even the scullions who file out of the kitchen to salute him, as in the fairy-tales, while the wine waiter advances, dust-covered like his bottles, limping and dazed, as if on his way up from the cellar he had twisted his foot before emerging into the light of day\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It must be remarked, however, that in Mme. de Villeparisis’s drawing-room the absence of Mme. Leroi, if it distressed the lady of the house, passed unperceived by the majority of her guests. They were entirely ignorant of the peculiar position which Mme. Leroi occupied, a: position known only to the fashionable world, and never doubted that Mme. de Villeparisis’s receptions were, as the readers of her Memoirs to-day are convinced that they must have been, the most brilliant in Paris\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On the occasion of this first call which, after leaving Saint-Loup, I went to pay on Mme. Villeparisis, following the advice given by M. de Norpois to my father, I found her in her drawing-room hung with yellow silk, against which the sofas and the admirable armchairs upholstered in Beauvais tapestry stood out with the almost purple redness of ripe raspberries. Side by side with the Guermantes and Villeparisis portraits one saw those — gifts from the sitters themselves — of Queen Marie-Amélie, the Queen of the Belgians, the Prince de Joinville and the Empress of Austria. Mme. de Villeparisis herself, capped with an old-fashioned bonnet of black lace which she preserved with the same instinctive sense of local or historical colour as a Breton inn-keeper who, however Parisian his customers may have become, feels it more in keeping to make his maids dress in coifs and wide sleeves, was seated at a little desk on which in front of her, as well as her brushes, her palette and an unfinished flower-piece in water-colours, were arranged in glasses, in saucers, in cups, moss-roses, zinnias, maidenhair ferns, which on account of the sudden influx of callers she had just left off painting, and which had the effect of being piled on a florist’s counter in some eighteenth-century mezzotint. In this drawing-room, which had been slightly heated on purpose because the Marquise had caught cold on the journey from her house in the country, there were already when I arrived a librarian with whom Mme. de Villeparisis had spent the morning in selecting the autograph letters to herself from various historical personages which were to figure in facsimile as documentary evidence in the Memoirs which she was preparing for the press, and a historian, solemn and tongue-tied, who hearing that she had inherited and still possessed a portrait of the Duchesse de Montmorency, had come to ask her permission to reproduce it as a plate in his work on the Fronde; a party strengthened presently by the addition of my old friend Bloch, now a rising dramatist, upon whom she counted to secure the gratuitous services of actors and actresses at her next series of afternoon parties. It was true that the social kaleidoscope was in the act of turning and that the Dreyfus case was shortly to hurl the Jews down to the lowest rung of the social ladder. But, for one thing, the anti-Dreyfus cyclone might rage as it would, it is not in the first hour of a storm that the waves are highest. In the second place, Mme. de Villeparisis, leaving a whole section of her family to fulminate against the Jews, had hitherto kept herself entirely aloof from the Case and never gave it a thought. Lastly, a young man like Bloch, whom no one knew, might pass unperceived, whereas leading Jews, representatives of their party, were already threatened. He had his chin pointed now by a goat-beard, wore double glasses and a long frock coat, and carried a glove like a roll of papyrus in his hand. The Rumanians, the Egyptians, the Turks may hate the Jews. But in a French drawing-room the differences between those peoples are not so apparent, and an Israelite making his entry as though he were emerging from the heart of the desert, his body crouching like a hyaena’s, his neck thrust obliquely forward, spreading himself in profound ‘salaams,’ completely satisfies a certain taste for the oriental. Only it is essential that the Jew should not be actually ‘in’ society, otherwise he will readily assume the aspect of a lord and his manners become so Gallicised that on his face a rebellious nose, growing like a nasturtium in any but the right direction, will make one think rather of Mascarille’s nose than of Solomon’s. But Bloch, not having been rendered supple by the gymnastics of the Faubourg, nor ennobled by a crossing with England or Spain, remained for a lover of the exotic as strange and savoury a spectacle, in spite of his European costume, as one of Decamps’s Jews. Marvellous racial power which from the dawn of time thrusts to the surface, even in modern Paris, on the stage of our theatres, behind the pigeonholes of our public offices, at a funeral, in the street, a solid phalanx, setting their mark upon our modern ways of hairdressing, absorbing, making us forget, disciplining the frock coat which on them remains not at all unlike the garment in which Assyrian scribes are depicted in ceremonial attire on the frieze of a monument at Susa before the gates of the Palace of Darius. Later in the afternoon Bloch might have imagined that it was out of anti-semitic malice that M. de Charlus inquired whether his first name was Jewish, whereas it was simply from aesthetic interest and love of local colour. But, to revert for a moment, when we speak of racial persistence we do not accurately convey the impression we receive from Jews, Greeks, Persians, all those peoples whom it is better to leave with their differences. We know from classical paintings the faces of the ancient Greeks, we have seen Assyrians on the walls of a palace at Susa. And so we feel, on encountering in a Paris drawing-room Orientals belonging to one or another group, that we are in the presence of creatures whom the forces of necromancy must have called to life. We knew hitherto only a superficial image; behold it has gained depth, it extends into three dimensions, it moves. The young Greek lady, daughter of a rich banker and the latest favourite of society, looks exactly like one of those dancers who in the chorus of a ballet at once historical and aesthetic symbolise in flesh and blood the art of Hellas; and yet in the theatre the setting makes these images somehow trite; the spectacle, on the other hand, to which the entry into a drawing-room of a Turkish lady or a Jewish gentleman admits us, by animating their features makes them appear stranger still, as if they really were creatures evoked by the effort of a medium. It is the soul or rather the pigmy thing to which — up to the present, at any rate — the soul is reduced in this sort of materialisation, it is the soul of which we have caught glimpses hitherto in museums alone, the soul of the ancient Greeks, of the ancient Hebrews, torn from a life at once insignificant and transcendental, which seems to be enacting before our eyes this disconcerting pantomime. In the young Greek lady who is leaving the room what we seek in vain to embrace is the figure admired long ago on the side of a vase. I felt that if I had in the light of Mme. de Villeparisis’s drawing-room taken photographs of Bloch, they would have furnished of Israel the same image — so disturbing because it does not appear to emanate from humanity, so deceiving because all the same it is so strangely like humanity — which we find in spirit photographs. There is nothing, to speak more generally, not even the insignificance of the remarks made by the people among whom we spend our lives, that does not give us a sense of the supernatural, in our everyday world where even a man of genius from whom we expect, gathered as though around a turning-table, to learn the secret of the Infinite utters only these words — the same that had just issued from the lips of Bloch: “Take care of my top hat.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, Ministers, my dear sir,” Mme. de Villeparisis was saying, addressing herself specially to my friend, and picking up the thread of a conversation which had been broken by my arrival: “nobody ever wanted to see them. I was only a child at the time, but I can remember so well the King begging my grandfather to invite M. Decazes to a rout at which my father was to dance with the Duchesse de Berry. ‘It will give me pleasure, Florimond,’ said the King. My grandfather, who was a little deaf, thought he had said M. de Castries, which seemed a perfectly natural thing to ask. When he understood that it was M. Decazes, he was furious at first, but he gave in, and wrote a note the same evening to M. Decazes, begging him to pay my grandfather the compliment and give him the honour of his presence at the ball which he was giving the following week. For we were polite, sir, in those days, and no hostess would have dreamed of simply sending her card and writing on it ‘Tea’ or ‘Dancing’ or ‘Music.’ But if we understood politeness we were not incapable of impertinence either. M. Decazes accepted, but the day before the ball it was given out that my grandfather felt indisposed and had cancelled his invitations. He had obeyed the King, but he had not had M. Decazes at his ball. . . . Yes, sir, I remember M. Mole very well, he was a clever man — he shewed that in his reception of M. de Vigny at the Academy — but he was very pompous, and I can see him now coming downstairs to dinner in his own house with his tall hat in his hand.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! that is typically suggestive of what must have been a pretty perniciously philistine epoch, for it was no doubt a universal habit to carry one’s hat in one’s hand in one’s own house,” observed Bloch, anxious to make the most of so rare an opportunity of learning from an eyewitness details of the aristocratic life of another day, while the librarian, who was a sort of intermittent secretary to the Marquise, gazed at her tenderly as though he were saying to the rest of us: “There, you see what she’s like, she knows everything, she has met everybody, you can ask her anything you like, she’s quite amazing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, dear, no,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis, drawing nearer to her as she spoke the glass containing the maidenhair which presently she would begin again to paint, “it was a habit M. Mole had; that was all. I never saw my father carry his hat in the house, except of course when the King came, because the King being at home wherever he is the master of the house is only a visitor then in his own drawing-room.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Aristotle tells us in the second chapter of . . . ” ventured M. Pierre, the historian of the Fronde, but so timidly that no one paid any attention. Having been suffering for some weeks from a nervous insomnia which resisted every attempt at treatment, he had given up going to bed, and, half-dead with exhaustion, went out only whenever his work made it imperative. Incapable of repeating at all often these expeditions which, simple enough for other people, cost him as much effort as if, to make them, he was obliged to come down from the moon, he was surprised to be brought up so frequently against the fact that other people’s lives were not organised on a constant and permanent basis so as to furnish the maximum utility to the sudden outbursts of his own. He sometimes found the doors shut of a library which he had reached only after setting himself artificially on his feet and in a frock coat like some automaton in a story by Mr. Wells. Fortunately he had found Mme. de Villeparisis at home and was going to be shewn the portrait\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile he was cut short by Bloch. “Indeed,” the latter remarked, referring to what Mme. de Villeparisis had said as to the etiquette for royal visits. “Do you know, I never knew that,” as though it were strange that he should not have known it always\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Talking of that sort of visit, you heard the stupid joke my nephew Basin played on me yesterday morning?” Mme. de Villeparisis asked the librarian. “He told my people, instead of announcing him, to say that it was the Queen of Sweden who had called to see me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What! He made them tell you just like that! I say, he must have a nerve,” exclaimed Bloch with a shout of laughter, while the historian smiled with a stately timidity\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was quite surprised, because I had only been back from the country a few days; I had specially arranged, just to be left in peace for a little, that no one was to be told that I was in Paris, and I asked myself how the Queen of Sweden could have heard so soon,” went on Mme. de Villeparisis, leaving her guests amazed to find that a visit from the Queen of Sweden was in itself nothing out of the common to their hostess\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Earlier in the day Mme. de Villeparisis might have been collaborating with the librarian in arranging the illustrations to her Memoirs; now she was, quite unconsciously, trying their effect on an average public typical of that from which she would eventually have to enlist her readers. Hers might be different in many ways from a really fashionable drawing-room in which you would have been struck by the absence of a number of middle dass ladies to whom Mme. de Villeparisis was ‘at home,’ and would have noticed instead such brilliant leaders of fashion as Mme. Leroi had in course of time managed to secure, but this distinction is not perceptible in her Memoirs, from which certain unimportant friendships of the author have disappeared because there is never any occasion to refer to them; while the absence of those who did not come to see her leaves no gap because, in the necessarily restricted space at the author’s disposal, only a few persons can appear, and if these persons are royal personages, historic personalities, then the utmost impression of distinction which any volume of memoirs can convey to the public is achieved. In the opinion of Mme. Leroi, Mme. de Villeparisis’s parties were third-rate; and Mme. de Villeparisis felt the sting of Mme. Leroi’s opinion. But hardly anyone to-day remembers who Mme. Leroi was, her opinions have vanished into thin air, and it is the drawing-room of Mme. de Villeparisis, frequented as it was by the Queen of Sweden, and as it had been by the Due d’Aumale, the Duc de Broglie, Thiers, Montalembert, Mgr. Dupanloup, which will be looked upon as one of the most brilliant of the nineteenth century by that posterity which has not changed since the days of Homer and Pindar, and for which the enviable things are exalted birth, royal or quasi-royal, and the friendship of kings, the leaders of the people and other eminent men\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Now of all this Mme. de Villeparisis had her share in the people who still came to her house and in the memories — sometimes slightly ‘touched up’— by means of which she extended her social activity into the past. And then there was M. de Norpois who, while unable to restore his friend to any substantial position in society, did indeed bring to her house such foreign or French statesmen as might have need of his services and knew that the only effective method of securing them was to pay court to Mme. de Villeparisis. Possibly Mme. Leroi also knew these European celebrities. But, as a well-mannered woman who avoids anything that suggests the bluestocking, she would as little have thought of mentioning the Eastern question to her Prime Ministers as of discussing the nature of love with her novelists and philosophers. “Love?” she had once replied to a pushing lady who had asked her: “What are your views on love?”—“Love? I make it, constantly, but I never talk about it.” When she had any of these literary or political lions in her house she contented herself, as did the Duchesse de Guermantes, with setting them down to play poker. They often preferred this to the serious conversations on general ideas in which Mme. de Villeparisis forced them to engage. But these conversations, ridiculous as in the social sense they may have been, have furnished the Memoirs of Mme. de Villeparisis with those admirable passages, those dissertations on politics which read so well in volumes of autobiography, as they do in Corneille’s tragedies. Furthermore, the parties of the Villeparisis of this world are alone destined to be handed down to posterity, because the rerois of this world cannot write, and, if they could, would not have the time. And if the literary bent of the Villeparisis is the cause of the Lerois’ disdain, the disdain of the Lerois does, in its turn, a singular service to the literary bent of the Villeparisis by affording the bluestockings that leisure which the career of letters requires. God, Whose Will it is that there should be a few books in the world well written, breathes with that purpose such disdain into the hearts of the Lerois, for He knows that if these should invite the Villeparisis to dinner the latter would at once rise from their writing tables and order their carriages to be round at eight\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Presently there came into the room, with slow and solemn step, an oid lady of tall stature who, beneath the raised brim of her straw hat, revealed a monumental pile of snowy hair in the style of Marie-Antoinette. I did not then know that she was one of three women who were still to be seen in Parisian society and who, like Mme. de Villeparisis, while all of the noblest birth, had been reduced, for reasons which were IKJW lost in the night of time and could have been told us only by some old gallant of their period, to entertaining only certain of the dregs of society who were not sought after elsewhere. Each of these ladies had her own ‘Duchesse de Guermantes,’ the brilliant niece who came regularly to pay her respects, but none of them could have succeeded in attracting to her house the ‘Duchesse de Guermantes’ of either of the others. Mme. de Villeparisis was on the best of terms with these three ladies, but she did not like them. Perhaps the similarity between their social position and her own gave her an impression of them which was not pleasing. Besides, soured bluestockings as they were, seeking by the number and frequency of the drawing-room comedies which they arranged in their houses to give themselves the illusion of a regular salon, there had grown up among them a rivalry which the decay of her fortune in the course of a somewhat tempestuous existence reduced for each of them, when it was a question of securing the kind assistance of a professional actor or actress, into a sort of struggle for life. Furthermore, the lady with the Mark-Antoinette hair, whenever she set eyes on Mme. de Villeparisis, could not help being reminded of the fact that the Duchesse de Guermantes did not come to her Fridays. Her consolation was that at these same Fridays she could always count on having, blood being thicker than water, the Princesse de Poix, who was her own personal Guermantes, and who never went near Mme. de Villeparisis, albeit Mme. de Poix was an intimate friend of the Duchess\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Nevertheless from the mansion on the Quai Malaquais to the drawing-rooms of the Rue de Tournon, the Rue de la Chaise and the Faubourg Saint-Honoré, a bond as compelling as it was hateful united the three fallen goddesses, as to whom I would fain have learned by searching in some dictionary of social mythology through what gallant adventure, what sacrilegious presumption, they had incurred their punishment. Their common brilliance of origin, the common decay of their present state entered largely, no doubt, into the necessity which compelled them, while hating one another, to frequent one another’s society. Besides, each of them found in the others a convenient way of being polite to her own guests. How should these fail to suppose that they had scaled the most inaccessible peak of the Faubourg when they were introduced to a lady with a string of titles whose sister was married to a Duc de Sagan or a Prince de Ligne? Especially as there was infinitely more in the newspapers about these sham salons than about the genuine ones. Indeed these old ladies’ ‘men about town’ nephews — and Saint-Loup the foremost of them — when asked by a friend to introduce him to people, would answer at once “I will take you to see my aunt Villeparisis,” or whichever it was “you meet interesting people there.” They knew very well that this would mean less trouble for themselves than trying to get the said friends invited by the smart nieces or sisters-in-law of these ladies. Certain very old men and young women who had heard it from those men, told me that if these ladies were no longer received in society it was because of the extraordinary irregularity of their conduct, which, when I objected that irregular conduct was not necessarily a barrier to social success, was represented to me as having gone far beyond anything that we know to-day. The misconduct of these solemn dames who held themselves so erect assumed on the lips of those who hinted at it something that I was incapable of imagining, proportionate to the magnitude of prehistoric days, to the age of the mammoth. In a word, these three Parcae with their white or blue or red locks had spun the fatal threads of an incalculable number of gentlemen. I felt that the people of to-day exaggerated the vices of those fabulous times, like the Greeks who created Icarus, Theseus, Heracles out of men who had been but little different from those who long afterwards deified them. But one does not tabulate the sum of a person’s vices until he has almost ceased to be in a fit state to practise them, when from the magnitude of his social punishment, which is then nearing the completion of its term and which alone one can estimate, one measures, one imagines, one exaggerates that of the crime that has been committed. In that gallery of symbolical figures which is ‘society,’ the really light women, the true Messalinas, invariably present the solemn aspect of a lady of at least seventy, with an air of lofty distinction, who entertains everyone she can but not everyone she would like to have, to whose house women will never consent to go whose own conduct falls in any way short of perfection, to whom the Pope regularly sends his Golden Rose, and who as often as not has written — on the early days of Lamartine — an essay that has been crowned by the French Academy. “How d’ye do, Alix?” Mme. de Villeparisis greeted the Marie-Antoinette lady, which lady cast a searching glance round the assembly to see whether there was not in this drawing-room any item that might be a valuable addition to her own, in which case she would have to discover it for herself, for Mme. de Villeparisis, she was sure, would be spiteful enough to try to keep it from her. Thus Mme. de Villeparisis took good care not to introduce Bloch to the old lady for fear of his being asked to produce the same play that he was arranging for her in the drawing-room of the Quai Malaquais. Besides it was only tit for tat. For, the evening before, the old lady had had Mme. Ristori, who had recited, and had taken care that Mme. de Villeparisis, from whom she had filched the Italian artist, should not hear of this function until it was over. So that she should not read it first in the newspapers and feel annoyed, the old lady had come ill nerson to tell her about it, shewing no sense of guilt. Mme. de Villeparisis, considering that an introduction of myself was not likely to have the same awkward results as that of Bloch, made me known to the Marie-Antoinette of the Quai Malaquais. The latter, who sought, by making the fewest possible movements, to preserve in her old age those lines, as of a Coysevox goddess, which had years ago charmed the young men of fashion and which spurious poets still celebrated in rhymed charades — and had acquired the habit of a lofty and compensating stiffness common to all those whom a personal degradation obliges to be continually making advances — just perceptibly lowered her head with a frigid majesty, and, turning the other way, took no more notice of me than if I had not existed. By this crafty attitude she seemed to be assuring Mme. de Villeparisis: “You see, I’m nowhere near him; please understand that I’m not interested — in any sense of the word, you old cat — in little boys.” But when, twenty minutes later, she left the room, taking advantage of the general conversation, she slipped into my ear an invitation to come to her box the following Friday with another of the three, whose high-sounding name — she had been born a Choiseul, moreover — had a prodigious effect on me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I understand, sir, that you are thinkin’ of writin’ somethin’ about Mme. la Duchesse de Montmorency,” said Mme. de Villeparisis to the historian of the Fronde in that grudging tone which she allowed, quite unconsciously, to spoil the effect of her great and genuine kindness, a tone due to the shrivelling crossness, the sense of grievance that is a physiological accompaniment of age, as well as to the affectation of imitating the almost rustic speech of the old nobility: “I’m goin’ to let you see her portrait, the original of the copy they have in the Louvre.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She rose, laying down her brushes beside the flowers, and the little apron which then came into sight at her waist, and which she wore so as not to stain her dress with paints, added still further to the impression of an old peasant given by her bonnet and her big spectacles, and offered a sharp contrast to the luxury of her appointments, the butler who had brought in the tea and cakes, the liveried footman for whom she now rang to light up the portrait of the Duchesse de Montmorency, Abbess of one of the most famous Chapters in the East of France. Everyone had risen. “What is rather amusin’,” said our hostess, “is that in these Chapters where our great-aunts were so often made Abbesses, the daughters of the King of France would not have been admitted. They were very close corporations.” “Not admit the King’s daughters,” cried Bloch in amazement, “why ever not?” “Why, because the House of France had not enough quartering after that low marriage.” Bloch’s bewilderment increased. “A low marriage? The House of France? When was that?” “Why, when they married into the Medicis,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis in the most natural manner. “It’s a fine picture, ain’t it, and in a perfect state of preservation,” she added\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 ‘My dear,” put in the Marie-Antoinette lady, “surely you remember that when I brought Liszt to see you he said that it was this one that was the copy.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should bow to any opinion of Liszt on music, but not on painthe Besides, he was quite off his head then, and I don’t remember his ever saying anything of the sort. But it wasn’t you that brought him here. I had met him any number of times at dinner at Princess Sayn-Wittgenstein’s.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alix’s shot had missed fire; she stood silent, erect and motionless. Plastered with layers of powder, her face had the appearance of a face of stone. And, as the profile was noble, she seemed, on a triangular and moss-grown pedestal hidden by her cape, the time-worn stucco goddess of a park\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah, I see another fine portrait,” began the historian\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The door opened and the Duchesse de Guermantes entered the room\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, how are you?” Mme. de Villeparisis greeted her without moving her head, taking from her apron-pocket a hand which she held out to the newcomer; and then ceasing at once to take any notice of her niece, in order to return to the historian: “That is the portrait of the Duchesse de La Rochefoucauld. . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A young servant with a bold manner and a charming face but so finely chiselled, to ensure its perfection, that the nose was a little red and the rest of the skin slightly flushed as though they were still smarting from the recent and sculptural incision came in bearing a card on a salver\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It is that gentleman who has been several times to see Mme. la Marquise.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Did you tell him I was at home?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He heard the voices.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, very well then, shew him in. It’s a man who was introduced to me,” she explained. “He told me he was very anxious to come to the house. I certainly never said he might. But here he’s taken the trouble to call five times now; it doesn’t do to hurt people’s feelings. Sir,” she went on to me, “and you, Sir,” to the historian of the Fronde, “let me introduce my niece, the Duchesse de Guermantes.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The historian made a low bow, as I did also, and since he seemed to suppose that some friendly remark ought to follow this salute, his eyes brightened and he was preparing to open his mouth when he was once more frozen by the sight of Mme. de Guermantes who had taken advantage of the independence of her torso to throw it forward with an exaggerated politeness and bring it neatly back to a position of rest without letting face or eyes appear to have noticed that anyone was standing before them; after breathing a gentle sigh she contented herself with manifesting the nullity of the impression that had been made on her by the sight of the historian and myself by performing certain movements of her nostrils with a precision that testified to the absolute inertia of her unoccupied attention\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The importunate visitor entered the room, making straight for Mme. de Villeparisis with an ingenuous, fervent air: it was Legrandin\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Thank you so very much for letting me come and see you,” he began, laying stress on the word ‘very.’ “It is a pleasure of a quality altogether rare and subtle that you confer on an old solitary; I assure you that its repercussion . . . ” He stopped short on catching sight of me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was just shewing this gentleman a fine portrait of the Duchesse de La Rochefoucauld, the wife of the author of the Maxims; it’s a family picture.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes meanwhile had greeted Alix, with apologies for not having been able, that year as in every previous year, to go and see her. “I hear all about you from Madeleine,” she added\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “She was at luncheon with me to-day,” said the Marquise of the Quai Malaquais, with the satisfying reflexion that Mme. de Villeparisis could never say that\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile I had been talking to Bloch, and fearing, from what I had been told of his father’s change of attitude towards him, that he might be envying my life, I said to him that his must be the happier of the two. My remark was prompted solely by my desire to be friendly. But such friendliness readily convinces those who cherish a high opinion of themselves of their own good fortune, or gives them a desire to convince other people. “Yes, I do lead a delightful existence,” Bloch assured me with a beatified smile. “I have three great friends; I do not wish for one more; an adorable mistress; I am infinitely happy. Rare is the mortal to whom Father Zeus accords so much felicity.” I fancy that he was anxious principally to extol himself and to make me envious. Perhaps too there was some desire to shew originality in his optimism. It was evident that he did not wish to reply in the commonplace phraseology that everybody uses: “Oh, it was nothing, really,” and so forth, when, to my question: “Was it a good show?” put with regard to an afternoon dance at his house to which I had been prevented from going, he replied in a level, careless tone, as if the dance had been given by some one else: “Why, yes, it was quite a good show, couldn’t have been better. It was really charming!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What you have just told us interests me enormously,” said Legrandin to Mme. de Villeparisis, “for I was saying to myself only the other day that you shewed a marked likeness to him in the clear-cut turn of your speech, in a quality which I will venture to describe by two contradictory terms, monumental rapidity and immortal instantaneousness. I should have liked this afternoon to take down all the things you say; but I shall remember them. They are, in a phrase which comes, I think, from Joubert, friends of the memery. You have never read Joubert? Oh! he would have admired you so! I will take the liberty this evening of sending you a set of him, it is a privilege to make you a present of his mind. He had not your strength. But he had a great deal of charm all the same.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I would have gone up to Legrandin at once and spoken to him, but he kept as far away from me as he could, no doubt in the hope that I might not overhear the stream of flattery which, with a remarkable felicity of expression, he kept pouring out, whatever the topic, to Mme. de Villeparisis\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She shrugged her shoulders, smiling, as though he had been trying to make fun of her, and turned to the historian\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And this is the famous Marie de Rohan, Duchesse de Chevreuse, who was married first of all to M. de Luynes.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “My dear, speaking of Mme. de Luynes reminds me of Yolande; she came to me yesterday evening, and if I had known that you weren’t engaged I’d have sent round to ask you to come. Mme. Ristori turned up quite by chance, and recited some poems by Queen Carmen Sylva in the author’s presence. It was too beautiful!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What treachery!” thought Mme. de Villeparisis. “Of course that was what she was whispering about the other day to Mme. de Beaulaincourt and Mme. de Chaponay. I had no engagement,” she replied, “but I should not have come. I heard Ristori in her great days, she’s a mere wreck now. Besides I detest Carmen Sylva’s poetry. Ristori came here once, the Duchess of Aosta brought her, to recite a canto of the Inferno, by Dante. In that sort of thing she’s incomparable.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alix bore the blow without flinching. She remained marble. Her gaze was piercing and blank, her nose proudly arched. But the surface of one cheek was scaling. A faint, strange vegetation, green and pink, was invading her chin. Perhaps another winter would level her with the dust\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Now, sir, if you are fond of painting, look at the portrait of Mme, de Montmorency,” Mme. de Villeparisis said to Legrandin, to stop the flow of compliments which was beginning again\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Seizing her opportunity, while his back was turned, Mme. de Guermantes pointed to him, with an ironical, questioning look at her aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s M. Legrandin,” murmured Mme. de Villeparisis, “he has a sister called Mme. de Cambremer, not that that conveys any more to you than it does to me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What! Oh, but I know her quite well!” exclaimed Mme. de Guermantes, and put her hand over her lips. “That is to say, I don’t know her, but for some reason or other Basin, who meets the husband heaven knows where, took it into his head to tell the wretched woman she might call on me. And she did. I can’t tell you what it was like. She informed me that she had been to London, and gave me a complete catalogue of all the things in the British Museum. And this very day, the moment I leave your house, I’m going, just as you see me now, to drop a card on the monster. And don’t for a moment suppose that it’s an easy thing to do. On the pretence that she’s dying of some disease she’s always at home, it doesn’t matter whether you arrive at seven at night or nine in the morning, she’s ready for you with a dish of strawberry tarts\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, but seriously, you know, she is a monstrosity,” Mme. de Guermantes replied to a questioning glance from her aunt. “She’s an impossible person, she talks about ‘plumitives’ and things like that.” “What does ‘plumitive’ mean?” asked Mme. de Villeparisis. “I haven’t the slightest idea!” cried the Duchess in mock indignation. “I don’t want to know. I don’t speak that sort of language.” And seeing that her aunt really did not know what a plumitive was, to give herself the satisfaction of shewing that she was a scholar as well as a purist, and to make fun of her aunt, now, after making fun of Mme. de Cambremer: “Why, of course,” she said, with a half-laugh which the last traces of her pretended ill humour kept in check, “everybody knows what it means; a plumitive is a writer, a person who holds a pen. But it’s a dreadful word. It’s enough to make your wisdom teeth drop out. Nothing will ever make me use words like that\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And so that’s the brother, is it? I hadn’t realized that yet. But after all it’s not inconceivable. She has the same doormat docility and the same mass of information like a circulating library. She’s just as much of a flatterer as he is, and just as boring. Yes, I’m beginning to see the family likeness now quite plainly.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Sit down, we’re just going to take a dish of tea,” said Mme. de Villeparisis to her niece. “Help yourself; you don’t want to look at the pictures of your great-grandmothers, you know them as well as I do.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Presently Mme. de Villeparisis sat down again at her desk and went on with her painting. The rest of the party gathered round her, and I took the opportunity to go up to Legrandin and, seeing no harm myself in his presence in Mme. de Villeparisis’s drawing-room and never dreaming how much my words would at once hurt him and make him believe that I had deliberately intended to hurt him, say: “Well, sir, I am almost excused for coming to a tea-party when I find you here too.” M. Legrandin concluded from this speech at least this was the opinion which he expressed of me a few days later that I was a thoroughly spiteful little wretch who delighted only in doing mischief\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You might at least have the civility to begin by saying how d’ye do to me,” he replied, without offering me his hand and in a coarse and angry voice which I had never suspected him of possessing, a voice which bearing no traceable relation to what he ordinarily said did bear another more immediate and striking relation to something that he was feeling at the moment. What happens is that since we are determined always to keep our feelings to ourselves, we have never given any thought to the manner in which we should express them. And suddenly there is within us a strange and obscene animal making its voice heard, the tones of which may inspire as much terror in the listener who receives the involuntary elliptical irresistible communication of our defect or vice as would the sudden avowal indirectly and uncouthly proffered by a criminal who can no longer refrain from confessing a murder of which one had never imagined him to be guilty. I knew, of course, that idealism, even subjective idealism, did not prevent great philosophers from still having hearty appetites or from presenting themselves with untiring perseverance for election to the Academy. But really Legrandin had no occasion to remind people so often that he belonged to another planet when all his convulsive movements of anger or affability were governed by the desire to occupy a good position on this\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Naturally, when people pester me twenty times on end to go anywhere,” he went on in lower tones, “although I am perfectly free to do what I choose, still I can’t behave like an absolute boor.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes had sat down. Her name, accompanied as it was by her title, added to her corporeal dimensions the duchy which projected itself round about her and brought the shadowy, sun-splashed coolness of the woods of Guermantes into this drawing-room, to surround the tuffet on which she was sitting. I felt surprised only that the likeness of those woods was not more discernible on the face of the Duchess, about which there was nothing suggestive of vegetation, and at the most the ruddy discolouration of her cheeks — which ought rather, surely, to have been emblazoned with the name Guermantes — was the effect, but did not furnish a picture of long gallops in the open air. Later on, when she had ceased to interest me, I came to know many of the Duchess’s peculiarities, notably to speak for the moment only of that one of which I already at this time felt the charm though without yet being able to discover what it was her eyes, in which was held captive as in a picture the blue sky of an afternoon in France, broadly expansive, bathed in light even when no sun shone; and a voice which one would have thought, from its first hoarse sounds, to be almost plebeian, through which there trailed, as over the steps of the church at Combray or the pastry-cook’s in the square, the rich and lazy gold of a country sun. But on this first day I discerned nothing, the warmth of my attention volatilised at once the little that I might otherwise have been able to extract from her, in which I should have found some indication of the name Guermantes. In any case, I told myself that it was indeed she who was designated for all the world by the title Duchesse de Guermantes: the inconceivable life which that name signified, this body did indeed contain; it had just introduced that life into a crowd of different creatures, in this room which enclosed it on every side and on which it produced so violent a reaction that I thought I could see, where the extent of that mysterious life ceased, a fringe of effervescence outline its frontiers: round the circumference of the circle traced on the carpet by the balloon of her blue pekin skirt, and in the bright eyes of the Duchess at the point of intersection of the preoccupations, the memories, the incomprehensible, scornful, amused and curious thoughts which filled them from within and the outside images that were reflected on their surface. Perhaps I should have been not quite so deeply stirred had I met her at Mme. de Villeparisis’s at an evening party, instead of seeing her thus on one of the Marquise’s ‘days,’ at one of those tea-parties which are for women no more than a brief halt in the course of their afternoon’s outing, when, keeping on the hats in which they have been driving through the streets, they waft into the close atmosphere of a drawing-room the quality of the fresh air outside, and give one a better view of Paris in the late afternoon than do the tall, open windows through which one can hear the bowling wheels of their victorias: Mme. de Guermantes wore a boating-hat trimmed with cornflowers, and what they recalled to me was not, among the tilled fields round Combray where I had so often gathered those flowers, on the slope adjoining the Tansonville hedge, the suns of bygone years; it was the scent and dust of twilight as they had been an hour ago, when Mme. de Guermantes drove through them, in the Rue de la Paix. With a smiling, disdainful, vague air, and a grimace on her pursed lips, with the point of her sunshade, as with the extreme tip of an antenna of her mysterious life, she was tracing circles on the carpet; then, with that indifferent attention which begins by eliminating every point of contact with what one is actually studying, her gaze fastened upon each of us in turn; then inspected the sofas and armchairs, but softened this time by that human sympathy which is aroused by the presence, however insignificant, of a thing one knows, a thing that is almost a person; these pieces of furniture were not like us, they belonged vaguely to her world, they were bound up with the life of her aunt; then from the Beauvais furniture her gaze was carried back to the person sitting on it, and resumed then the same air of perspicacity and that same disapproval which the respect that Mme. de Guermantes felt for her aunt would have prevented her from expressing in words, but which she would obviously have felt had she discovered on the chairs, instead of our presence, that of a spot of grease or a layer of dust\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That admirable writer G——-entered the room; he had come to pay a call on Mme. de Villeparisis which he regarded as a tiresome duty. The Duchess, although delighted to see him again, gave him no sign of welcome, but instinctively he made straight for her, the charm that she possessed, her tact, her simplicity making him look upon her as a woman of exceptional intelligence. He was bound, moreover, in common politeness to go and talk to her, for, since he was a pleasant and a distinguished man, Mme. de Guermantes frequently invited him to luncheon even when there were only her husband and herself besides, or in the autumn to Guermantes, making use of this intimacy to have him to dinner occasionally with Royalties who were curious to meet him. For the Duchess liked to entertain certain eminent men, on condition always that they were bachelors, a condition which, even when married, they invariably fulfilled for her, for, as their wives, who were bound to be more or less common, would have been a blot on a drawing-room in which there were never any but the most fashionable beauties in Paris, it was always without them that their husbands were invited; and the Duke, to avoid hurting any possible susceptibility, used to explain to these involuntary widowers that the Duchess never had women in the house, could not endure feminine society, almost as though this had been under doctor’s orders, and as be might have said that she could not stay in a room in which there were smells, or eat salt food, or travel with her back to the engine, or wear stays. It was true that these eminent men used to see at the Guermantes’ the Princesse de Parme, the Princesse de Sagan whom Françoise, hearing her constantly mentioned, had taken to calling, in the belief that this feminine, ending was required by the laws of accidence, ‘the Sagante’, and plenty more, but their presence was accounted for by the explanation that they were relatives, or such very old friends that it was impossible to exclude them. Whether or not they were convinced by the explanations which the Due de Guermantes had given of the singular malady that made it impossible for the Duchess to associate with other women, the great men duly transmitted them to their wives. Some of these thought that this malady was only an excuse to cloak her jealousy, because the Duchess wished to reign alone over a court of worshippers. Others more simple still thought that perhaps the Duchess had some peculiar habit, a scandalous past it might be, that women did not care to go to her house and that she gave the name of a whim to what was stern necessity. The better among them, hearing their husbands expatiate on the Duchess’s marvellous brain, assumed that She must be so far superior to the rest of womankind that she found their Society boring since they could not talk intelligently about anything. And it was true that the Duchess was bored by other women, if their princely rank did not render them specially interesting. But the excluded wives were mistaken when they imagined that she chose to entertain men alone in order to be free to discuss with them literature, science and philosophy. For she never referred to these, at least with the great intellectuals. If, by virtue of a family tradition such as makes the daughters of great soldiers preserve, in the midst of their most frivolous distractions a respect for military matters, she, the granddaughter of women who had been on terms of friendship with Thiers, Mérimée and Augier, felt that a place must always be kept in her drawing-room for men of intellect, she had on the other hand derived from the manner, at once condescending and intimate, in which those famous men had been received at Guermantes the foible of looking on men of talent as family friends whose talent does not dazzle one, to whom one does not speak of their work, and who would not be at all interested if one did. Moreover the type of mind illustrated by Mérimée and Meilhac and Halévy, which was hers also, led her by reaction from the verbal sentimentality of an earlier generation to a style in conversation that rejects everything to do with fine language and the expression of lofty thoughts, so that she made it a sort of element of good breeding when she was with a poet or a musician to talk only of the food that they were eating or the game of cards to which they would afterwards sit down. This abstention had, on a third person not conversant with her ways, a disturbing effect which amounted to mystification. Mme. de Guermantes having asked him whether it would amuse him to come to luncheon to meet this or that famous poet, devoured by curiosity he would arrive at the appointed hour. The Duchess was talking to the poet about the weather. They sat down to luncheon. “Do you like this way of doing eggs?” she asked the poet. On hearing his approval, which she shared, for everything in her own house appeared to her exquisite, including a horrible cider which she imported from Guermantes: “Give Monsieur some more eggs,” she would tell the butler, while the anxious fellow-guest sat waiting for what must surely have been the object of the party, since they had arranged to meet, in spite of every sort of difficulty, before the Duchess, the poet and he himself left Paris. But the meal went on, one after another the courses were cleared away, not without having first provided Mme. de Guermantes with opportunities for clever witticisms or apt stories. Meanwhile the poet went on eating, and neither Duke nor Duchess shewed any sign of remembering that he was a poet. And presently the luncheon came to an end and the party broke up, without a word having been said about the poetry which, for all that, everyone admired but to which, by a reserve analogous to that of which Swann had given me a foretaste, no one might refer. This reserve was simply a matter of good form. But for the fellow-guest, if he thought at all about the matter, there was something strangely melancholy about it all, and these meals in the Guermantes household made him think of the hours which timid lovers often spend together in talking trivialities until it is time to part, without — whether from shyness, from audacity or from awkwardness — the great secret which they would have been happier had they confessed ever succeeding in passing from their hearts to their lips. It must, however, be added that this silence with regard to the serious matters which one was always waiting in vain to see approached, if it might pass as characteristic of the Duchess, was by no means constant with her. Mme. de Guermantes had spent her girlhood in a society somewhat different, equally aristocratic but less brilliant and above all less futile than that in which she now lived, and one of wide culture. It had left beneath her present frivolity a sort of bed-rock of greater solidity, invisibly nutritious, to which indeed the Duchess would repair in search very rarely, though, for she detested pedantry of some quotation from Victor Hugo or Lamartine which, extremely appropriate, uttered with a look of true feeling from her fine eyes, never failed to surprise and charm her audience. Sometimes, even, without any pretence of authority, pertinently and quite simply, she would give some dramatist and Academician a piece of sage advice, would make him modify a situation or alter an ending\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0If, in the drawing-room of Mme. de Villeparisis, just as in the church at Combray, on the day of Mlle. Percepied’s wedding, I had difficulty in discovering, in the handsome, too human face of Mme. de Guermantes the unknown element of her name, I at least thought that, when she spoke, her conversation, profound, mysterious, would have a strangeness as of a mediaeval tapestry or a gothic window. But in order that I should not be disappointed by the words which I should hear uttered by a person who called herself Mme. de Guermantes, even if I had not been in love with her, it would not have sufficed that those words were fine, beautiful and profound, they would have had to reflect that amaranthine colour of the closing syllable of her name, that colour which I had on my first sight of her been disappointed not to find in her person and had driven to take refuge in her mind. Of course I had already heard Mme. de Villeparisis, Saint-Loup, people whose intelligence was in no way extraordinary, pronounce without any precaution this name Guermantes, simply as that of a person who was coming to see them or with whom they had promised to dine, without seeming to feel that there were latent in her name the glow of yellowing woods in autumn and a whole mysterious tract of country. But this must have been an affectation on their part, as when the classic poets give us no warning of the profound purpose which they had, all the same, in writing, an affectation which I myself also strove to imitate, saying in the most natural tone: “The Duchesse de Guermantes,” as though it were a name that was just like other names. And then everybody assured me that she was a highly intelligent woman, a clever talker, that she was one of a little group of most interesting people: words which became accomplices of my dream. For when they spoke of an intelligent group, of clever talk, it was not at all the sort of intelligence that I knew that I imagined, not even that of the greatest minds, it was not at all with men like Bergotte that I peopled this group. No, by intelligence I understood an ineffable faculty gilded by the sun, impregnated with a sylvan coolness. Indeed, had she made the most intelligent remarks in the sense in which I understood the word when it was used of a philosopher or critic, Mme. de Guermantes would perhaps have disappointed even more keenly my expectation of so special a faculty than if, in the course of a trivial conversation, she had confined herself to discussing kitchen recipes or the furnishing of a country house, to mentioning the names of neighbours and relatives of her own, which would have given me a picture of her life\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I thought I should find Basin here, he was meaning to come and see you to-day,” said Mme. de Guermantes to her aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I haven’t set eyes on your husband for some days,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis in a somewhat nettled tone. “In fact, I haven’t seen him.’ well, I have seen him once, perhaps — since that charming joke he played on me of making my servants announce him as the Queen of Sweden.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes formed a smile by contracting the corners of her mouth as though she were biting her veil\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “We met her at dinner last night at Blanche Leroi’s. You wouldn’t know her now, she’s positively enormous; I’m sure she must have something the matter with her.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was just telling these gentlemen that you said she looked like a frog,”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes uttered a sort of raucous sound intended to signify that she acknowledged the compliment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I don’t remember making such a charming comparison, but if she was one before, now she’s the frog that has succeeded in swelling to the size of the ox. Or rather, it isn’t quite that, because all her swelling is concentrated in front of her waist, she’s more like a frog in an interesting condition.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah, that is quite clever,” said Mme. de Villeparisis, secretly proud that her guests should be witnessing this display of her niece’s wit\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It is purely arbitrary, though,” answered Mme. de Guermantes, ironically detaching this selected epithet, as Swann would have done, “for I must admit I never saw a frog in the family way. Anyhow, the frog in question, who, by the way, is not asking for a king, for I never saw her so skittish as she’s been since her husband died, is coming to dine with us one day next week. I promised I’d let you know in good time.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis gave vent to a confused growl, from which emerged: “I know she was dining with the Mecklenburgs the night before last. Hannibal de Bréauté was there. He came and told me about it, and was quite amusing, I must say.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There was a man there who’s a great deal wittier than Babal,” said Mme. de Guermantes who, in view of her close friendship wih M. de Bréàuté-Consalvi, felt that she must advertise their intimacy by the use of this abbreviation. “I mean M. Bergotte.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had never imagined that Bergotte could be regarded as witty; in fact, I thought of him always as mingling with the intellectual section of humanity, that is to say infinitely remote from that mysterious realm of which I had caught a glimpse through the purple hangings of a theatre box, behind which, making the Duchess smile, M. de Bréauté was holding with her, in the language of the gods, that unimaginable thing, a conversation between people of the Faubourg Saint-Germain. I was stupefied to see the balance upset, and Bergotte rise above M. de Bréauté. But above all I was dismayed to think that I had avoided Bergotte on the evening of Phèdre, that I had not gone up and spoken to him, when I heard Mme. de Guermantes say to Mme. de Villeparisis:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He is the only person I have any wish to know,” went on the Duchess, in whom one could always, as at the turn of a mental tide, see the flow of curiosity with regard to well-known intellectuals sweep over the ebb of her aristocratic snobbishness. “It would be such a pleasure.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The presence of Bergotte by my side, which it would have been so easy for we to secure but which I had thought liable to give Mme. de Guermantes a bad impression of myself, would no doubt, on the contrary, have had the result that she would have signalled to me to join her in her box, and would have invited me to bring the eminent writer, one day, to luncheon\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I gather that he didn’t behave very well, he was presented to M. de Cobourg, and never uttered a word to him,” said Mme. de Guermantes, dwelling on this odd characteristic as she might have recounted that a Chinaman had blown his nose on a sheet of paper. “He never once said ‘Monseigneur’ to him,” she added, with an air of amusement at this detail, as important to her mind as the refusal of a Protestant, during an audience with the Pope, to go on his knees before his Holiness\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Interested by these idiosyncrasies of Bergotte, she did not, however, appear to consider them reprehensible, and seemed rather to find a certain merit in them, though she would have been put to it to say of what sort. Despite this unusual mode of appreciating Bergotte’s originality, it was a fact which I was later oh not to regard as wholly negligible that Mme. de Guermantes, greatly to the surprise of many of her friends, did consider Bergotte more witty than M. de Bréauté. Thus it is that such judgments, subversive, isolated, and yet after all just, are delivered in the world of fashion by those rare minds that are superior to the rest. And they sketch then the first rough outlines of the hierarchy of values as the next generation will establish it, instead of abiding eternally by the old standards\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Comte d’Argencourt, Chargé d’Affaires at the Belgian Legation and a remote connexion of Mme. de Villeparisis, came limping in, followed presently by two young men, the Baron de Guermantes and H. H. the Due de Châtellerault, whom Mme. de Guermantes greeted with: “How d’ye do, young Châtellerault,” in a careless tone and without moving from her tuffet, for she was a great friend of the young Duke’s mother, which had given him a deep and lifelong respect for her. Tall, slender, with golden hair and sunny complexions, thoroughly of the Guermantes type, these two young men looked like a condensation of the light of the spring evening which was flooding the spacious room. Following a custom which was the fashion at that time they laid their silk hats on the floor, by their feet. The historian of the Fronde thought that they were embarrassed, like a peasant coming into the mayor’s office and not knowing what to do with his hat. Feeling that he ought in charity to come to the rescue of the awkwardness and timidity which he ascribed to them:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, no,” he said, “don’t leave them on the floor, they’ll be trodden on.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A glance from the Baron de Guermantes, tilting the plane of his pupils, shot suddenly from them a wave of pure and piercing azure which froze the well-meaning historian\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What is that person’s name?” I was asked by the Baron, who had just been introduced to me by Mme. de Villeparisis\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “M. Pierre,” I whispered\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Pierre what?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Pierre: it’s his name, he’s a historian, a most distinguished man.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Really? You don’t say so.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, it’s a new fashion with these young men to put their hats on the floor,” Mme. de Villeparisis explained. “I’m like you, I can never get used to it. Still, it’s better than my nephew Robert, who always leaves his in the hall. I tell him when I see him come in that he looks just like a clock-maker, and I ask him if he’s come to wind the clocks.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You were speaking just now, Madame la Marquise, of M. Mole’s hat; we shall soon be able, like Aristotle, to compile a chapter on hats,” said the historian of the Fronde, somewhat reassured by Mme. de Villeparisis’s intervention, but in so faint a voice that no one but myself overheard him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “She really is astonishing, the little Duchess,” said M. d’Argencourt, pointing to Mme. de Guermantes who was talking to G——. “Whenever there’s a famous man in the room you’re sure to find him sitting with her. Evidently that must be the lion of the party over there. It can’t always be M. de Borelli, of course, or M. Schlumberger or M. d’Avenel. But then it’s bound to be M. Pierre Loti or M. Edmond Rostand. Yesterday evening at the Doudeauvilles’, where by the way she was looking splendid in her emerald tiara and a pink dress with a long train, she had M. Deschanel on one side and the German Ambassador on the other: she was holding forth to them about China; the general public, at a respectful distance where they couldn’t hear what was being said, were wondering whether there wasn’t going to be war. Really, you’d have said she was a Queen, holding her circle.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Everyone had gathered round Mme. de Villeparisis to watch her painting\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Those flowers are a truly celestial pink,” said Legrandin, “I should say sky-pink. For there is such a thing as sky-pink just as there is sky-blue. But,” he lowered his voice in the hope that he would not be heard by anyone but the Marquise, “I think I shall still give my vote to the silky, living flesh tint of your rendering of them. You leave Pisanello and Van Huysun a long way behind, with their laborious, dead herbals.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0An artist, however modest, is always willing to hear himself preferred to his rivals, and tries only to see that justice is done them\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What makes you think that is that they painted the flowers of their period, which we don’t have now, but they did it with great skill.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! The flowers of their period! That is a most ingenious theory,” exclaimed Legrandin\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I see you’re painting some fine cherry blossoms — or are they may-flowers?” began the historian of the Fronde, not without hesitation as to the flower, but with a note of confidence in his voice, for he was beginning to forget the incident of the hats\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; they’re apple blossom,” said the Duchesse de Guermantes, addressing her aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! I see you’re a good countrywoman like me; you can tell one flower from another.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why yes, so they are! But I thought the season for apple blossom was over now,” said the historian, seeking wildly to cover his mistake\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh dear, no; far from it, it’s not out yet; the trees won’t be in blossom for another fortnight, not for three weeks perhaps,” said the librarian who, since he helped with the management of Mme. de Villeparisis’s estates, was better informed upon country matters\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “At least three weeks,” put in the Duchess; “even round Paris, where they’re very far forward. Down in Normandy, don’t you know, at his father’s place,” she went on, pointing to the young Duc de Châtellerault, “where they have some splendid apple trees close to the seashore, like a Japanese screen, they’re never really pink until after the twentieth of May.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I never see them,” said the young Duke, “because they give me hay fever. Such a bore.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Hay fever? I never heard of that before,” said the historian\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s the fashionable complaint just now,” the librarian informed him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That all depends, you won’t get it at all, probably, if it’s a good year for apples. You know Le Normand’s saying: ‘When it’s a good year for apples . . . ’,” put in M. d’Argencourt who, not being really French, was always trying to give himself a Parisian air\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You’re quite right,” Mme. de Villeparisis told her niece, “these are from the South. It was a florist who sent them round and asked me to accept them as a present. You’re surprised, I dare say, Monsieur Valmère,” she turned to the librarian, “that a florist should make me a present of apple blossom. Well, I may be an old woman, but I’m not quite on the shelf yet, I have still a few friends,” she went on with a smile that might have been taken as a sign of her simple nature but meant rather, I could not help feeling, that she thought it effective to pride herself on the friendship of a mere florist when she moved in such distinguished circles\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch rose and went over to look at the flowers which Mme. de Villeparisis was painting\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Never mind, Marquise,” said the historian, sitting down again, “even though we should have another of those Revolutions which have stained so many pages of our history with blood — and, upon my soul, in these days one can never tell,” he added, with a circular and circumspect glance, as though to make sure that there was no ‘disaffected’ person in the room, though he had not the least suspicion that there actually was, “with a talent like yours and your five languages you would be certain to get on all right.” The historian of the Fronde was feeling quite refreshed, for he had forgotten his insomnia. But he suddenly remembered that he had not slept for the last six nights, whereupon a crushing weariness, born of his mind, paralysed his limbs, made him bow his shoulders, and his melancholy face began to droop like an old man’s\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch tried to express his admiration in an appropriate gesture, but only succeeded in knocking over with his elbow the glass containing the spray of apple blossom, and all the water was spilled on the carpet\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Really, you have the fingers of a fairy,” went on to the Marquise the historian who, having his back turned to me at that moment, had not noticed Bloch’s clumsiness\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Bloch took this for a sneer at himself, and to cover his shame in insolence retorted: “It’s not of the slightest importance; I’m not wet.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis rang the bell and a footman came to wipe the carpet and pick up the fragments of glass. She invited the two young men to her theatricals, and also Mme. de Guermantes, with the injunction:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Remember to tell Gisèle and Berthe” the Duchesses d’Auberjon and de Portefin “to be here a little before two to help me,” as she might have told the hired waiters to come early to arrange the tables\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She treated her princely relatives, as she treated M. de Norpois, without any of the little courtesies which she shewed to the historian, Cottard, Bloch and myself, and they seemed to have no interest for her beyond the possibility of serving them up as food for our social curiosity. This was because she knew that she need not put herself out to entertain people for whom she was not a more or less brilliant woman but the touchy old sister — who needed and received tactful handling — of their father or uncle. There would have been no object in her trying to shine before them, she could never have deceived them as to the strength and weakness of her position, for they knew none so well her whole history and respected the illustrious race from which she sprang. But, above all, they had ceased to be anything more for her than a dead stock which would not bear fruit again, they would not let her know their new friends, or share their pleasures. She could obtain from them only their occasional presence, or the possibility of speaking of them, at her five o’clock tea-parties as, later on, in her Memoirs, of which these parties were only a sort of rehearsal, a preliminary reading aloud of the manuscript before a selected audience. And the society which all these noble kinsmen and kinswomen served to interest, to dazzle, to enthral, the society of the Cottards, of the Blochs, of the dramatists who were in the public eye at the moment, of the historians of the Fronde and such matters; it was in this society that there existed for Mme. de Villeparisis — failing that section of the fashionable world which did not call upon her — the movement, the novelty, all the entertainment of life, it was from people like these that she was able to derive social benefits which made it well worth her while to let them meet, now and then, though without ever coming to know her, the Duchesse de Guermantes, dinners with remarkable men whose work had interested her, a light opera or a pantomime staged complete by its author in her drawing-room, boxes for interesting shows. Bloch got up to go. He had said aloud that the incident of the broken flower-glass was of no importance, but what he said to himself was different, more different still what he thought: “If people can’t train their servants to put flowers where they won’t be knocked over and wet their guests and probably cut their hands, it’s much better not to go in for such luxuries,” he muttered angrily. He was one of those susceptible, highly strung persons who cannot bear to think of themselves as having made a blunder which, though they do not admit even to themselves that they have made it, is enough to spoil their whole day. In a black rage, he was just making up his mind never to go into society again. He had reached the point at which some distraction was imperative. Fortunately in another minute Mme. de Villeparisis was to press him to stay. Either because she was aware of the general feeling among her friends, and had noticed the tide of anti-semitism that was beginning to rise, or simply from carelessness, she had not introduced him to any of the people in the room. He, however, being little used to society, felt bound before leaving the room to take leave of them all, to shew his manners, but without any friendliness; he lowered his head several times, buried his bearded chin in his collar, scrutinised each of the party in turn through his glasses with a cold, dissatisfied glare. But Mme. de Villeparisis stopped him; she had still to discuss with him the little play which was to be performed in her house, and also she did not wish him to leave before he had had the pleasure of meeting M. de Norpois whose failure to appear puzzled her, although as an inducement to Bloch this introduction was quite superfluous, he having already decided to persuade the two actresses whose names he had mentioned to her to come and sing for nothing in the Marquise’s drawing-room, to enhance their own reputations, at one of those parties to which all that was best and noblest in Europe thronged. He had even offered her, in addition, a tragic actress ‘with pure eyes, fair as Hera,’ who would recite lyrical prose with a sense of plastic beauty. But On hearing this lady’s name Mme. de Villeparisis had declined, for it was that of Saint-Loup’s mistress\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I have better news,” she murmured in my ear. “I really believe he’s quite cooled off now, and that before very long they’ll be parted — in spite of an officer who has played an abominable part in the whole business,” she added. For Robert’s family were beginning to look with a deadly hatred on M. de Borodino, who had given him leave, at the hairdresser’s instance, to go to Bruges, and accused him of giving countenance to an infamous intrigue. “It’s really too bad of him,” said Mme. de Villeparisis with that virtuous accent common to all the Guermantes, even the most depraved. “Too, too bad,” she repeated, giving the word a trio of t’s. One felt that she had no doubt of the Prince’s being present at all their orgies. But, as kindness of heart was the old lady’s dominant quality, her expression of frowning severity towards the horrible captain, whose name she articulated with an ironical emphasis: “The Prince de Borodino!”— speaking as a woman for whom the Empire simply did not count, melted into a gentle smile at myself with a mechanical twitch of the eyelid indicating a vague understanding between us\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I have a great admiration for de Saint-Loup-en-Bray,” said Bloch, “dirty dog as he is, because he’s so extremely well-bred. I have a great admiration, not for him but for well-bred people, they’re so rare,” he went on, without thinking, since he was himself so extremely ill-bred, what offence his words were giving. “I will give you an example which I consider most striking of his perfect breeding. I met him once with a young gentleman just as he was about to spring into his wheeled chariot, after he himself had buckled their splendid harness on a pair of steeds, whose mangers were heaped with oats and barley, who had no need of the flashing whip to urge them on. He introduced us, but I did not catch the gentleman’s name; one never does catch people’s names when one’s introduced to them,” he explained with a laugh, this being one of his father’s witticisms. “De Saint-Loup-en-Bray was perfectly calm, made no fuss about the young gentleman, seemed absolutely at his ease. Well, I found out, by pure chance, a day or two later, that the young gentleman was the son of Sir Rufus Israels!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The end of this story sounded less shocking than its preface, for it remained quite incomprehensible to everyone in the room. The fact was that Sir Rufus Israels, who seemed to Bloch and his father an almost royal personage before whom Saint-Loup ought to tremble, was in the eyes of the Guermantes world a foreign upstart, tolerated in society, on whose friendship nobody would ever have dreamed of priding himself, far from it\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I learned this,” Bloch informed us, “from the person who holds Sir Rufus’s power of attorney; he is a friend of my father, and quite an extraordinary man. Oh, an absolutely wonderful individual,” he assured us with that affirmative energy, that note of enthusiasm which one puts only into those convictions that did not originate with oneself\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Tell me,” Bloch went on, lowering his voice, to myself, “how much do you suppose Saint-Loup has? Not that it matters to me in the least, you quite understand, don’t you. I’m interested from the Balzacian point of view. You don’t happen to know what it’s in, French stocks, foreign stocks, or land or what?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could give him no information whatsoever. Suddenly raising his voice, Bloch asked if he might open the windows, and without waiting for an answer, went across the room to do so. Mme. de Villeparisis protested that he must not, that she had a cold. “Of course, if it’s bad for you!” Bloch was downcast. “But you can’t say it’s not hot in here.” And breaking into a laugh he put into the gaze with which he swept the room an appeal for support against Mme. de Villeparisis. He received none, from these well-bred people. His blazing eyes, having failed to seduce any of the guests from their allegiance, faded with resignation to their normal gravity of expression; he acknowledged his defeat with: “What’s the temperature? Seventy-two, at least, I should say. I’m not surprised. I’m simply dripping. And I have not, like the sage Antenor, son of the river Aipheus, the power to plunge myself in the paternal wave to stanch my sweat before laying my body in a bath of polished marble and anointing my limbs with fragrant oils.” And with that need which people feel to outline for the use of others medical theories the application of which would be beneficial to their own health: “Well, if you believe it’s good for you! I must say, I think you’re quite wrong. It’s exactly what gives you your cold.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch was overjoyed at the idea of meeting M. de Norpois. He would like, he told us, to get him to talk about the Dreyfus case. “There’s a mentality at work there which I don’t altogether understand, and it would be quite sensational to get an interview out of this eminent diplomat,” he said in a tone of sarcasm, so as not to appear to be rating himself below the Ambassador\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis was sorry that he had said this so loud, but minded less when she saw that the librarian, whose strong Nationalist views kept her, so to speak, on leash, was too far off to have overheard. She was more shocked to hear Bloch, led on by that demon of ill-breeding which made him permanently blind to the consequences of what he said, inquiring, with a laugh at the paternal pleasantry: “Haven’t I read a learned treatise by him in which he sets forth a string of irrefutable arguments to prove that the Japanese war was bound to end in a Russian victory and a Japanese defeat? He’s fairly paralytic now, isn’t he? I’m sure he’s the old boy I’ve seen taking aim at his chair before sliding across the room to it, as if he was on wheels.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, dear, no! Not in the least like that! Just wait a minute,” the Marquise went on, “I don’t know what he can be doing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She rang the bell and, when the servant had appeared, as she made no secret, and indeed liked to advertise the fact that her old friend spent the greater part of his time in her house: “Go and tell M. de Norpois to come in” she ordered him, “he is sorting some papers in my library; he said he would be twenty minutes, and I’ve been waiting now for an hour and three-quarters. He will tell you about the Dreyfus case, anything you want to know,” she said gruffly to Bloch. “He doesn’t approve much of the way things are going.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For M. de Norpois was not on good terms with the Government of the day, and Mme. de Villeparisis, although he had never taken the liberty of bringing any actual Ministers to her house she still preserved all the unapproachable dignity of a great lady, and remained outside and above the political relations which he was obliged to cultivate, was kept well informed by him of everything that went on. Then, too, the politicians of the day would never have dared to ask M. de Norpois to introduce them to Mme. de Villeparisis. But several of them had gone down to see him at her house in the country when they needed his advice or help at critical conjectures. One knew the address. One went to the house. One did not see its mistress. But at dinner that evening she would say:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I hear they’ve been down here bothering you. I trust things are going better.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You are not in a hurry?” she now asked Bloch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, not at all. I wanted to go because I am not very well; in fact there is some talk of my taking a cure at Vichy for my biliary ducts,” he explained, articulating the last words with a fiendish irony\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, that’s where my nephew Châtellerault’s got to go, you must fix it up together. Is he still in the room? He’s a nice boy, you know,” said Mme. de Villeparisis, and may quite well have meant what she said, feeling that two people whom she knew had no reason not to be friends with each other\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, I dare say he wouldn’t care about that — I don’t really know him — at least I barely know him. He is sitting over there,” stammered Bloch in ecstasy of confusion\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The butler could not have delivered his mistress’s message properly, for M. de Norpois, to make believe that he had just come in from the street, and had not yet seen his hostess, had picked up the first hat that he had found in the hall, and came forward to kiss Mme. de Villeparisis’s hand with great ceremony, asking after her health with all the interest that people shew after a long separation. He was not aware that the Marquise had already destroyed any semblance of reality in this charade, which she cut short by taking M. de Norpois and Bloch into an adjoining room. Bloch, who had observed all the courtesy that was being shewn to a person whom he had not yet discovered to be M. de Norpois, had said to me, trying to seem at his ease: “Who is that old idiot?” Perhaps, too, all this bowing and scraping by M. de Norpois had really shocked the better element in Bloch’s nature, the freer and more straightforward manners of a younger generation, and he was partly sincere in condemning it as absurd. However that might be, it ceased to appear absurd, and indeed delighted him the moment it was himself, Bloch, to whom the salutations were addressed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Monsieur l’Ambassadeur,” said Mme. de Villeparisis, “I should like you to know this gentleman. Monsieur Bloch, Monsieur le Marquis de Norpois.” She made a point, despite her casual usage of M. de Norpois, of addressing him always as “Monsieur l’Ambassadeur,” as a social convention as well as from an exaggerated respect for his Ambassadorial rank, a respect which the Marquis had inculcated in her, and also with an instinctive application to him of the special manner, less familiar and more ceremonious, in relation to one particular man — which, in the house of a distinguished woman, in contrast to the liberties that she takes with her other guests, marks that man out instantly as her lover\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois drowned his azure gaze in his white beard, bent his tall body deep down as though he were bowing before all the famous and to him imposing connotations of the name Bloch, and murmured: “I am delighted . . . ” whereat his young listener, moved, but feeling that the illustrious diplomat was going too far, hastened to correct him, saying: “Not at all! On the contrary, it is I who am delighted.” But this ceremony, which M. de Norpois, in his friendship for Mme. de Villeparisis, repeated for the benefit of every fresh person that his old friend introduced to him, did not seem to her adequate to the deserts of Bloch, to whom she said:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Just ask him anything you want to know; take him into the other room if it’s more convenient; he will be delighted to talk to you. I think you wished to speak to him about the Dreyfus case,” she went on, no more considering whether this would suit M. de Norpois than she would have thought of asking leave of the Duchesse de Montmorency’s portrait before having it lighted up for the historian, or of the tea before pouring it into a cup\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You must speak loud,” she warned Bloch, “he’s a little deaf, but he will tell you anything you want to know; he knew Bismarck very well, and Cavour. That is so, isn’t it;” she raised her voice, “you knew Bismarck well?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Have you got anything on the stocks?” M. de Norpois asked me with a knowing air as he shook my hand warmly. I took the opportunity to relieve him politely of the hat which he had felt obliged to bring ceremonially into the room, for I saw that it was my own which he had inadvertently taken. “You shewed me a somewhat laboured little thing in which you went in for a good deal of hair-splitting. I gave you my opinion quite frankly; what you had written was literally not worth the trouble of putting it on paper. Are you thinking of letting us have anything else? You were greatly smitten with Bergotte, if I remember rightly.” “You’re not to say anything against Bergotte,” put in the Duchess. “I don’t dispute his talent as a painter; no one would, Duchess. He understands all about etching, if not brush-work on a large scale like M. Cherbuliez. But it seems to me that in these days we have a tendency to confuse the arts, and forget that the novelist’s business is rather to weave a plot and edify his readers than to fiddle away at producing a frontispiece or tailpiece in drypoint. I shall be seeing your father on Sunday at our good friend A. J.‘s,” he went on, turning again to myself\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had hoped for a moment, when I saw him talking to Mme. de Guermantes, that he would perhaps afford me, for getting myself asked to her house, the help he had refused me for getting to Mme. Swann’s. “Another of my great favourites,” I told him, “is Elstir. It seems the Duchesse de Guermantes has some wonderful examples of his work, particularly that admirable Bunch of Radishes which I remember at the Exhibition and should so much like to see again; what a masterpiece that is!” And indeed, if I had been a prominent person and had been asked to state what picture I liked best, I should have named this Bunch of Radishes. “A masterpiece?” cried M. de Norpois with a surprised and reproachful air. “It makes no pretence of being even a picture, it is merely a sketch.” He was right. “If you label a clever little thing of that sort ‘masterpiece,’ what have you got to say about Hébert’s Virgin or Dagnan-Bouveret?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I heard you refusing to let him bring Robert’s woman,” said Mme. de Guermantes to her aunt, after Bloch had taken the Ambassador aside. “I don’t think you’ll miss much, she’s a perfect horror, as you know, without a vestige of talent, and besides she’s grotesquely ugly.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Do you mean to say, you know her, Duchess?” asked M. d’Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, didn’t you know that she performed in my house before the whole of Paris, not that that’s anything for me to be proud of,” explained Mme. de Guermantes with a laugh, glad nevertheless, since the actress was under discussion, to let it be known that she herself had had the first fruits of her foolishness. “Hallo, I suppose I ought to be going now,” she added, without moving\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She had just seen her husband enter the room, and these words were an allusion to the absurdity of their appearing to be paying a call together, like a newly married couple, rather than to the often strained relations that existed between her and the enormous fellow she had married, who, despite his increasing years, still led the life of a gay bachelor. Ranging over the considerable party that was gathered round the tea-table the genial, cynical gaze — dazzled a little by the brightness of the setting sun — of the little round pupils lodged in the exact centre of his eyes, like the ‘bulls’ which ‘the excellent marksman that he was could always hit with such perfect aim and precision, the Duke came forward with a bewildered cautious slowness as though, alarmed by so brilliant a gathering, he was afraid of treading on ladies’ skirts and interrupting conversations. A permanent smile — suggesting a ‘Good King of Yvetot’— slightly pompous, a half-open hand floating like a shark’s fin by his side, which he allowed to be vaguely clasped by his old friends and by the strangers who were introduced to him, enabled him, without his having to make a single movement, or to interrupt his genial, lazy, royal progress, to reward the assiduity of them all by simply murmuring: “How do, my boy; how do, my dear friend; charmed, Monsieur Bloch; how do, Argencourt;” and, on coming to myself, who was the most highly favoured, when he had been told my name: “How do, my young neighbour, how’s your father? What a splendid fellow he is!” He made no great demonstration except to Mme. de Villeparisis, who gave him good-day with a nod of her head, drawing one hand from a pocket of her little apron\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Being formidably rich in a world where everyone was steadily growing poorer, and having secured the permanent attachment to his person of the idea of this enormous fortune, he displayed all the vanity of the great nobleman reinforced by that of the man of means, the refinement and breeding of the former just managing to control the latter’s self-sufficiency. One could understand, moreover, that his success with women, which made his wife so unhappy, was not due merely to his name and fortune, for he was still extremely good looking, and his profile retained the purity, the firmness of outline of a Greek god’s\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Do you mean to tell me she performed in your house?” M. d’Argencourt asked the Duchess\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, don’t you see, she came to recite, with a bunch of lilies in her hand, and more lilies on her dress.” Mme. de Guermantes shared her aunt’s affectation of pronouncing certain words in an exceedingly rustic fashion, but never rolled her r’s like Mme. de Villeparisis\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Before M. de Norpois, under constraint from his hostess, had taken Bloch into the little recess where they could talk more freely, I went up to the old diplomat for a moment and put in a word about my father’s Academic chair. He tried first of all to postpone the conversation to another day. I pointed out that I was going to Balbec. “What? Going again to Balbec? Why, you’re a regular globe-trotter.” He listened to what I had to say. At the name of Leroy-Beaulieu, he looked at me suspiciously. I conjectured that he had perhaps said something disparaging to M. Leroy-Beaulieu about my father and was afraid of the economist’s having repeated it to him. All at once he seemed animated by a positive affection for my father. And after one of those opening hesitations out of which suddenly a word explodes as though in spite of the speaker, whose irresistible conviction prevails over his half-hearted efforts at silence: “No, no,” he said to me with emotion, “your father must not stand. In his own interest he must not; it is not fair to himself; he owes a certain respect to his own really great merits, which would be compromised by such an adventure. He is too big a man for that. If he should be elected, he will have everything to lose and nothing to gain. He is not an orator, thank heaven. And that is the one thing that counts with my dear colleagues, even if you only talk platitudes. Your father has an important goal in life; he should march straight ahead towards it, and not allow himself to turn aside to beat bushes, even the bushes more thorny for that matter than flowery of the grove of Academe. Besides, he would not get many votes. The Academy likes to keep a postulant waiting for some time before taking him to its bosom. For the present, there is nothing to be done. Later on, I don’t say. But he must wait until the Society itself comes in quest of him. It makes a practice; not a very fortunate practice, a fetish rather, of the farà da sè of our friends across the Alps. Leroy-Beaulieu spoke to me about all this in a way I did not at all like. I pointed out to him, a little sharply perhaps, that a man accustomed as he is to dealing with colonial imports and metals could not be expected to understand the part played by the imponderables, as Bismarck used to say. But, whatever happens, your father must on no account put himself forward as a candidate, Principis obsta. His friends would find themselves placed in a delicate position if he suddenly called upon them for their votes. Indeed,” he broke forth, with an air of candour, fixing his blue eyes on my face, “I am going to say a thing that you will be surprised to hear coming from me, who am so fond of your father. Well, simply because I am fond of him we are known as the inseparables —Arcades ambo, simply because I know the immense service that he can still render to his country, the reefs from which he can steer her if he remains at the helm; out of affection, out of high regard for him, out of patriotism, I should not vote for him. I fancy, moreover, that I have given him to understand that I should not.” I seemed to discern in his eyes the stern Assyrian profile of Leroy-Beaulieu. “So that to give him my vote now would be a sort of recantation on my part.” M. de Norpois repeatedly dismissed his brpther Academicians as old fossils. Other reasons apart, every member of a club or academy likes to ascribe to his fellow members the type of character that is the direct converse of his own, less for the advantage of being able to say: “Ah! If it only rested with me!” than for the satisfaction of making the election which he himself has managed to secure seem more difficult, a greater distinction. “I may tell you,” he concluded, “that in the best interests of you all, I should prefer to see your father triumphantly elected in ten or fifteen years’ time.” Words which I assumed to have been dictated if not by jealousy, at any rate by an utter lack of any willingness to oblige, and which later on I was to recall when the course of events had given them a different meaning\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You haven’t thought of giving the Institute an address on the price of bread during the Fronde, I suppose,” the historian of that movement timidly inquired of M. de Norpois. “You could make a considerable success of a subject like that,” which was to say, “you would give me a colossal advertisement,” he added, smiling at the Ambassador pusillanimously, but with a warmth of feeling which made him raise his eyelids and expose a double horizon of eye. I seemed to have seen this look before, and yet I had met the historian for the first time this afternoon. Suddenly I remembered having seen the same expression in the eyes of a Brazilian doctor who claimed to be able to cure choking fits of the kind from which I suffered by some absurd inhalation of the essential oils of plants. When, in the hope that he would pay more attention to my case, I had told him that I knew Professor Cottard, he had replied, as though speaking in Cotterd’s interest: “Now this treatment of mine, if you were to tell him about it, would give him the material for a most sensational paper for the Academy of Medicine!” He had not ventured to press the matter but had stood gazing at me with the same air of interrogation, timid, anxious, appealing, which it had just puzzled me to see on the face of the historian of the Fronde. Obviously the two men were not acquainted and had little nothing in common, but psychological like physical laws have a more or less general application. And the requisite conditions are the same; an identical expression lights the eyes of different human animals, as a single sunrise lights different places, a long way apart, which have no connexion with one another. I did not hear the Ambassador’s reply, for the whole party, with a good deal of noise, had again gathered round Mme. de Villeparisis to watch her at work\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You know who’ we’re talking about, Basin?” the Duchess asked her husband\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can make a pretty good guess,” said the Duke\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! As an actress she’s not, I’m afraid, in what one would call the great tradition.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You can’t imagine,” went on Mme. de Guermantes to M. d’Argencourt “anything more ridiculous.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “In fact, it was drolatic,” put in M. de Guermantes, whose odd vocabulary enabled people in society to declare that he was no fool and literary people, at the same time, to regard him as a complete imbecile\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What I fail to understand,” resumed the Duchess, “is how in the world Robert ever came to fall in love with her. Oh, of course I know one mustn’t discuss that sort of thing,” she added, with the charming pout of a philosopher and sentimentalist whose last illusion had long been shattered. “I know that anybody may fall in love with anybody else. And,” she went on, for, though she might still laugh at modern literature, it, either by its dissemination through the popular press or else in the course of conversation, had begun to percolate into her mind, “that is the really nice thing about love, because it’s what makes it so ‘mysterious.’”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Mysterious! Oh, I must confess, cousin, that’s a bit beyond me,” said the Comte d’Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh dear, yes, it’s a very mysterious thing, love,” declared the Duchess, with the sweet smile of a good-natured woman of the world, but also with the rooted conviction with which a Wagnerian assures a bored gentleman from the Club that there is something more than just noise in the Walküre. “After all, one never does know what makes one person fall in love with another; it may not be at all what we think,” she added with a smile, repudiating at once by this interpretation the idea she had just suggested. “After all, one never knows anything, does one?” she concluded with an air of weary scepticism. “Besides, one understands, doesn’t one; one simply can’t explain other people’s choices in love.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But having laid down this principle she proceeded at once to abandon it and to criticise Saint-Loup’s choice\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “All the same, don’t you know, it is amazing to me that a man can find any attraction in a person who’s simply silly.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch, hearing Saint-Loup’s name mentioned and gathering that he was in Paris, promptly made a remark about him so outrageous that everybody was shocked. He was beginning to nourish hatreds, and one felt that he would stop at nothing to gratify them. Once he had established the principle that he himself was of great moral worth and that the sort of people who frequented La Boulie an athletic club which he supposed to be highly fashionable deserved penal servitude, every blow he could get against them seemed to him praiseworthy. He went so far once as to speak of a lawsuit which he was anxious to bring against one of his La poulie friends. In the course of the trial he proposed to give certain evidence which would be entirely untrue, though the defendant would be unable to impugn his veracity. In this way Bloch who, incidentally, never put his plan into action counted on baffling and infuriating his antagonist. What harm could there be in that, since he whom he sought to injure was a man who thought only of doing the ‘right thing,’ a La Boulie man, and against people like that any weapon was justified, especially in the hands of a Saint, such as Bloch himself?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I say, though, what about Swann?” objected M. d’Argencourt, who having at last succeeded in understanding the point of his cousin’s speech, was impressed by her accuracy of observation, and was racking his brains for instances of men who had fallen in love with women in whom he himself had seen no attraction\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, but Swann’s case was quite different,” the Duchess protested. “It was a great surprise, I admit, because she’s just a well-meaning idiot, but she was never silly, and she was at one time good looking.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, oh!” muttered Mme. de Villeparisis\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You never thought so? Surely, she had some charming points, very fine eyes, good hair, she used to dress, and does still dress, wonderfully. Nowadays, I quite agree, she’s horrible, but she has been a lovely woman in her time. Not that that made me any less sorry when Charles married her, because it was so unnecessary.” The Duchess had not intended to say anything out of the common, but as M. d’Argencourt began to laugh she repeated these last words — either because she thought them amusing or because she thought it nice of him to laugh — and looked up at him with a coaxing smile, to add the enchantment of her femininity to that of her wit. She went on: “Yes, really, it wasn’t worth the trouble, was it; still, after all, she did have some charm and I can quite understand anybody’s falling in love with her, but if you saw Robert’s girl, I assure you, you’d simply die of laughter. Oh, I know somebody’s going to quote Augier at me: ‘What matters the bottle so long as one gets drunk?’ Well, Robert may have got drunk, all right, but he certaintly hasn’t shewn much taste in his choice of a bottle! First of all, would you believe that she actually expected me to fit up a staircase right in the middle of my drawing-room. Oh, a mere nothing — what? — and she announced that she was going to lie flat on her stomach on the steps. And then, if you’d heard the things she recited, I only remember one scene, but I’m sure nobody could imagine anything like it; it was called the Seven Princesses.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Seven Princesses! Dear, dear, what a snob she must be!” cried M. d’Argencourt. “But, wait a minute, why, I know the whole play. The author sent a copy to the King, who couldn’t understand a word of it and called on me to explain it to him.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It isn’t by any chance, from the Sar Peladan?” asked the historian of the Fronde, meaning to make a subtle and topical allusion, but in so low a tone that his question passed unnoticed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “So you know the Seven Princesses, do you?” replied the Duchess, “I congratulate you! I only know one, but she’s quite enough; I have no wish to make the acquaintance of the other six. If they are all like the one I’ve seen!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What a goose!” I thought to myself. Irritated by the coldness of her greeting, I found a sort of bitter satisfaction in this proof of her complete inability to understand Maeterlinck. “To think that’s the woman I walk miles every morning to see. Really, I’m too kind. Well, it’s my turn now not to want to see her.” Thus I reasoned with myself; but my words ran counter to my thoughts; they were purely conversational words such as we say to ourselves at those moments when, too much excited to remain quietly alone, we feel the need, for want of another listener, to talk to ourselves, without meaning what we say, as we talk to a stranger\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I can’t tell you what it was like,” the Duchess went on; “you simply couldn’t help laughing. Not that anyone tried; rather the other way, I’m sorry to say, for the young person was not at all pleased and Robert has never really forgiven me. Though I can’t say I’m sorry, actually, because if it had been a success the lady would perhaps have come again, and I don’t quite see Marie-Aynard approving of that.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was the name given in the family to Robert’s mother, Mme. de Marsantes, the widow of Aynard de Saint-Loup, to distinguish her from her cousin, the Princesse de Guermantes-Bavière, also a Marie, to whose Christian name her nephews and cousins and brothers-in-law added, to avoid confusion, either that of her husband or another of her own, making her Marie-Gilbert or Marie-Hedwige\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “To begin with, there was a sort of rehearsal the night before, which was a wonderful affair!” went on Mme. de Guermantes in ironical pursuit of her theme. “Just imagine, she uttered a sentence, no, not so much, not a quarter of a sentence, and then she stopped; she didn’t open her mouth — I’m not exaggerating — for a good five minutes.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, I say,” cried M. d’Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “With the utmost politeness I took the liberty of hinting to her that this might seem a little unusual. And she said — I give you her actual words —‘One ought always to repeat a thing as though one were just composing it oneself.’ When you think of it, that really is monumental.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But I understood she wasn’t at all bad at reciting poetry,” said one of the two young men\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “She hasn’t the ghost of a notion what poetry is,” replied Mme. de Guermantes. “However, I didn’t need to listen to her to tell that. It was quite enough to see her come in with her lilies. I knew at once that she couldn’t have any talent when I saw those lilies!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Everybody laughed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I hope, my dear aunt, you aren’t angry with me, over my little joke the other day about the Queen of Sweden. I’ve come to ask your forgiveness.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, no, I’m not at all angry, I even give you leave to eat at my table, if you’re hungry. — Come along, M. Valmère, you’re the daughter of the house,” Mme. de Villeparisis went on to the librarian, repeating a time-honoured pleasantry\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M de Guermantes sat upright in the armchair in which he had come to anchor his hat on the carpet by his side, and examined with a satisfied smile the plate of little cakes that was being held out to him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “This gentleman makes you an admirable daughter,” commented M. d’Argencourt, whom the spirit of imitation prompted to keep Mme. de Villeparisis’s little joke in circulation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The librarian handed the plate of cakes to the historian of the Fronde\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You perform your functions admirably,” said the latter, startled into speech, and hoping also to win the sympathy of the crowd. At the same time he cast a covert glance of connivance at those who had anticipated him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Tell me, my dear aunt,” M. de Guermantes inquired of Mme. de Villeparisis, “who was that rather good-looking man who was going out just now as I came in? I must know him, because he gave me a sweeping bow, but I couldn’t place him at all; you know I never can remember names, it’s such a nuisance,” he added, in a tone of satisfaction\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “M. Legrandin.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, but Oriane has a cousin whose mother, if I’m not mistaken, was a Grandin. Yes, I remember quite well, she was a Grandin de l’Epervier.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis, “no relation at all. These are plain Grandins. Grandins of nothing at all. But they’d be only too glad to be Grandins of anything you chose to name. This one has a sister called Mme. de Cambremer.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, Basin, you know quite well who’ my aunt means,” cried the Duchess indignantly. “He’s the brother of that great graminivorous creature you had the weird idea of sending to call on me the other day. She stayed a solid hour; I thought I should go mad. But I began by thinking it was she who was mad when I saw a person I didn’t know come browsing into the room looking exactly like a cow.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen, Oriane; she asked me what afternoon you were at home; I couldn’t very well be rude to her; and besides, you do exaggerate so, she’s not in the least like a cow,” he added in a plaintive tone, though not without a quick smiling glance at the audience\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He knew that his wife’s lively wit needed the stimulus of contradiction, the contradiction of common sense which protests that one cannot for instance mistake a woman seriously for a cow; by this process Mme. de Guermantes, enlarging upon her original idea, had been inspired to produce many of her most brilliant sayings. And the Duke in his innocent fashion helped her, without seeming to do so, to bring off her effects like, in a railway carriage, the unacknowledged partner of the three-card player\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I admit she doesn’t look like a cow, she looks like a dozen,” exclaimed Mme. de Guermantes. “I assure you, I didn’t know what to do when I saw a herd of cattle come marching into my drawing-room in a hat and heard them ask me how I was. I had half a mind to say: ‘Please, herd of cattle, you must be making a mistake, you can’t possibly know me, because you’re a herd of cattle,’ but after racking my brains over her I came to the conclusion that your Cambremer woman must be the Infanta Dorothea who had said she was coming to see me one day, and is rather bovine also, so that I was just on the point of saying: ‘Your Royal Highness’ and using the third person to a herd of cattle. The cut of her dewlap reminded me rather, too, of the Queen of Sweden. But this massed attack had been prepared for by long range artillery fire, according to all the rules of war. For I don’t know how long before, I was bombarded with her cards; I used to find them lying about all over the house, on all the tables and chairs like prospectuses. I couldn’t think what they were supposed to be advertising. You saw nothing in the house but ‘Marquis et Marquise de Cambremer’ with some address or other which I’ve forgotten; you may be quite sure nothing will ever take me there.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But it’s a great distinction to look like a Queen,” said the historian of the Fronde\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Gad, sir, Kings and Queens, in these days, don’t amount to much,” said M. de Guermantes, partly because he liked to be thought broad-minded and modern, and also so as not to seem to attach any importance to his own royal friendships, which he valued highly\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch and M. de Norpois had returned from the other room and came towards us\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, sir,” asked Mme. de Villeparisis, “have you been talking to him about the Dreyfus case?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois raised his eyes to the ceiling, but with a smile, as though calling on heaven to witness the monstrosity of the caprices to which his Dulcinea compelled him to submit. Nevertheless he spoke to Bloch with great affability of the terrible, perhaps fatal period through which France was passing. As this presumably meant that M. de Norpois to whom Bloch had confessed his belief in the innocence of Dreyfus was an ardent anti-Dreyfusard, the Ambassador’s geniality, his air of tacit admission that his listener was in the right, of never doubting that they were both of the same opinion, of being prepared to join forces with him to overthrow the Government, flattered Bloch’s vanity and aroused his curiosity. What were the important points which M. de Norpois never specified but on which he seemed implicitly to affirm that he was in agreement with Bloch; what opinion, then, did he hold of the case, that could bring them together? Bloch was all the more astonished at the mysterious unanimity which seemed to exist between him and M. de Norpois, in that it was not confined to politics, Mme. de Villeparisis having spoken at some length to M. de Norpois of Bloch’s literary work\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You are not of your age,” the former Ambassador told him, “and I congratulate you upon that. You are not of this age in which disinterested work no longer exists, in which writers offer the public nothing but obscenities or ineptitudes. Efforts such as yours ought to be encouraged, and would be, if we had a Government.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch was flattered by this picture of himself swimming alone amid a universal shipwreck. But here again he would have been glad of details, would have liked to know what were the ineptitudes to which M. de Norpois referred. Bloch had the feeling that he was working along the same lines as plenty of others; he had never supposed himself to be so exceptional. He returned to the Dreyfus case, but did not succeed in elucidating M. de Norpois’s own views. He tried to induce him to speak of the officers whose names were appearing constantly in the newspapers at that time; they aroused more curiosity than the politicians who were involved also, because they were not, like the politicians, well known already, but, wearing a special garb, emerging from the obscurity of a different kind of life and a religiously guarded silence, simply stood up and spoke and disappeared again, like Lohengrin landing from a skiff drawn by a swan. Bloch had been able, thanks to a Nationalist lawyer of his acquaintance, to secure admission to several hearings of the Zola trial. He would arrive there in the morning and stay until the court rose, with a packet of sandwiches and a flask of coffee, as though for the final examination for a degree, and this change of routine stimulating a nervous excitement which the coffee and the emotional interest of the trial worked up to a climax, he would come out so enamoured of everything that had happened in court that, in the evening, as he sat at home, he would long to immerse himself again in that beautiful dream and would hurry out, to a restaurant frequented by both parties, in search of friends with whom he would go over interminably the whole of the day’s proceedings, and make up, by a supper ordered in an imperious tone which gave him the illusion of power, for the hunger and exhaustion of a day begun so early and unbroken by any interval for luncheon. The human mind, hovering perpetually between the two planes of experience and imagination, seeks to fathom the ideal life of the people it knows and to know the people whose life it has had to imagine. To Bloch’s questions M. de Norpois replied:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There are two officers involved in the case now being tried of whom I remember hearing some time ago from a man in whose judgment I felt great confidence, and who praised them both highly — I mean M. de Miribel. They are Lieutenant-Colonel Henry and Lieutenant-Colonel Picquart.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But,” exclaimed Bloch, “the divine Athena, daughter of Zeus, has put in the mind of one the opposite of what is in the mind of the other. And they are fighting against one another like two lions. Colonel Picquart had a splendid position in the Army, but his Moira has led him to the side that was not rightly his. The sword of the Nationalists will carve his tender flesh, and he will be cast out as food for the beasts of prey and the birds that wax fat upon the bodies of men.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois made no reply\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What are those two palavering about over there?” M. de Guermantes asked Mme. de Villeparisis, indicating M. de Norpois and Bloch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The Dreyfus case.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The devil they are. By the way, do you know who is a red-hot supporter of Dreyfus? I give you a thousand guesses. My nephew Robert! I can tell you that, at the Jockey, when they heard of his goings on, there was a fine gathering of the clans, a regular hue and cry. And as he’s coming up for election next week . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Of course,” broke in the Duchess, “if they’re all like Gilbert, who keeps on saying that all the Jews ought to be sent back to Jerusalem.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Indeed; then the Prince de Guermantes is quite of my way of thinking,” put in M. d’Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Duke made a show of his wife, but did not love her. Extremely self-centred, he hated to be interrupted, besides he was in the habit, at home of treating her brutally. Convulsed with the twofold rage of a bad husband when his wife speaks to him, and a good talker wher he is not listened to, he stopped short and transfixed the Duchess with a glare which made everyone feel uncomfortable\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What makes you think we want to hear about Gilbert and Jerusalem? It’s nothing to do with that. But,” he went on in a gentler tone, “you will agree that if one of our family were to be pilled at the Jockey, especially Robert, whose father was chairman for ten years, it would be a pretty serious matter. What can you expect, my dear, it’s got ’em on the raw, those fellows; they’re all over it. I don’t blame them, either; personally, you know that I have no racial prejudice, all that sort of thing seems to me out of date, and I do claim to move with the times; but damn it all, when one goes by the name of ‘Marquis de Saint-Loup’ one isn’t a Dreyfusard; what more can I say?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Guermantes uttered the words: “When one goes by the name of Marquis de Saint-Loup,” with some emphasis. He knew very well that it was a far greater thing to go by that of Duc de Guermantes. But if his self-esteem had a tendency to exaggerate if anything the superiority of the title Duc de Guermantes over all others, it was perhaps not so much the rules of good taste as the laws of imagination that urged him thus to attenuate it. Each of us sees in the brightest colours what he sees at a distance, what he sees in other people. For the general laws which govern perspective in imagination apply just as much to dukes as to ordinary mortals. And not only the laws of imagination, but those of speech. Now, either of two laws of speech may apply here, one being that which makes us express ourselves like others of our mental category and not of our caste. Under this law M. de Guermantes might be, in his choice of expressions, even when he wished to talk about the nobility, indebted to the humblest little tradesman, who would have said: “When one goes by the name of Duc de Guermantes,” whereas an educated man, a Swann, a Legrandin would not have said it. A duke may write novels worthy of a grocer, even about life in high society, titles and pedigrees being of no help to him there, and the epithet ‘aristocratic’ be earned by the writings of a plebeian. Who had been, in this instance, the inferior from whom M. de Guermantes had picked up ‘when one goes by the name,’ he had probably not the least idea. But another law of speech is that, from time to time, as there appear and then vanish diseases of which nothing more is ever heard, there come into being, no one knows how, spontaneously perhaps or by an accident like that which introduced into France a certain weed from America, the seeds of which, caught in the wool of a travelling rug, fell on a railway embankment, forms of speech which one hears in the same decade on the lips of people who have not in any way combined together to use them. So, just as in a certain year I heard Bloch say, referring to himself, that “the most charming people, the most brilliant, the best known, the most exclusive had discovered that there was only one man in Paris whom they felt to be intelligent, pleasant, whom they could not do without — namely Bloch,” and heard the same phrase used by countless other young men who did not know him and varied it only by substituting their own names for his, so I was often to hear this ‘when one goes by the name.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What can one expect,” the Duke went on, “with the influence he’s come under; it’s easy to understand.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Still it is rather comic,” suggested the Duchess, “when you think of his mother’s attitude, how she bores us to tears with her Patrie Française, morning, noon and night.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, but there’s not only his mother to be thought of, you can’t humbug us like that. There’s a damsel, too, a fly-by-night of the worst type; she has far more influence over him than his mother, and she happens to be a compatriot of Master Dreyfus. She has passed on her state of mind to Robert.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You may not have heard, Duke, that there is a new word to describe that sort of mind,” said the librarian, who was Secretary to the Anti-revisionist Committee. “They say ‘mentality.’ It means exactly the same thing, but it has this advantage that nobody knows what you’re talking about. It is the very latest expression just now, the ‘last word’ as people say.” Meanwhile, having heard Bloch’s name, he was watching him question M. de Norpois with misgivings which aroused others as strong though of a different order in the Marquise. Trembling before the librarian, and always acting the anti-Dreyfusard in his presence, she dreaded what he would say were he to find out that she had asked to her house a Jew more or less affiliated to the ‘Syndicate.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Indeed,” said the Duke, “‘mentality,’ you say; I must make a note of that; I shall use it some day.” This was no figure of speech, the Duke having a little pocketbook filled with such ‘references’ which he used to consult before dinner-parties. “I like ‘mentality.’ There are a lot of new words like that which people suddenly start using, but they never last. I read somewhere the other day that some writer was ‘talentuous.’ You may perhaps know what it means; I don’t. And since then I’ve never come across the word again.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But ‘mentality’ is more widely used than ‘talentuous,’” the historian of the Fronde made his way into the conversation. “I am on a Committee at the Ministry of Education at which I have heard it used several times, as well as at my Club, the Volney, and indeed at dinner at M. Emile Ollivier’s.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I, who have not the honour to belong to the Ministry of Education,” replied the Duke with a feigned humility but with a vanity so intense that his lips could not refrain from curving in a smile, nor his eyes from casting round his audience a glance sparkling with joy, the ironical scorn in which made the poor historian blush, “I who have not the honour to belong to the Ministry of Education,” he repeated, relishing the sound of his words, “nor to the Volney Club my only clubs are the Union and the Jockey — you aren’t in the Jockey, I think, sir?” he asked the historian, who, blushing a still deeper red, scenting an insult and failing to understand it, began to tremble in every limb, “I, who am not even invited to dine with M. Emile Ollivier, I must confess that I had never heard ‘mentality.’ I’m sure you’re in the same boat, Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You know,” he went on, “why they can’t produce the proofs of Dreyfus’s guilt. Apparently it’s because the War Minister’s wife was his mistress, that’s what people are saying.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! I thought it was the Prime Minister’s wife,” said M. d’Argencourt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I think you’re all equally tiresome about this wretched case,” said the Duchesse de Guermantes, who, in the social sphere, was always anxious to shew that she did not allow herself to be led by anyone. “It can’t make any difference to me, so far as the Jews are concerned, for the simple reason that I don’t know any of them, and I intend to remain in that state of blissful ignorance. But on the other hand I do think it perfectly intolerable that just because they’re supposed to hold ‘sound’ views and don’t deal with Jewish tradesmen, or have ‘Down with the Jews’ printed on their sunshades, we should have a swarm of Durands and Dubois and so forth, women we should never have known but for this business, forced down our throats by Marie-Aynard or Victurnienne. I went to see Marie-Aynard a couple of days ago. It used to be so nice there. Nowadays one finds all the people one has spent one’s life trying to avoid, on the pretext that they’re against Dreyfus, and others of whom you have no idea who they can be.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; it was the War Minister’s wife; at least, that’s the bedside rumour,” went on the Duke, who liked to flavour his conversation with certain expressions which he imagined to be of the old school. “Personally, of course, as everyone knows, I take just the opposite view to my cousin Gilbert. I am not feudal like him. I would go about with a Negro if he was a friend of mine, and I shouldn’t care two straws what anybody thought; still after all you will agree with me that when one goes by the name of Saint-Loup one doesn’t amuse oneself by running clean against the rails of public opinion, which has more sense than Voltaire or even my nephew. Nor does one go in for what I may be allowed to call these acrobatics of conscience a week before one comes up for a club. It is a bit stiff, really! No, it is probably that little wench of his that has put him on his high horse. I expect she told him that he would be classed among the ‘intellectuals.’ The intellectuals, they’re the very cream of those gentry. It’s given rise, by the way, to a rather amusing pun, though a very naughty one.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And the Duke murmured, lowering his voice, for his wife’s and M. d’Argencourt’s benefit, “Mater Semita,” which had already made its way into the Jockey Club, for, of all the flying seeds in the world, that to which are attached the most solid wings, enabling it to be disseminated at the greatest distance from its parent branch, is still a joke\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “We might ask this gentleman, who has a nerudite air, to explain it to us,” he went on, indicating the historian. “But it is better not to repeat it, especially as there’s not a vestige of truth in the suggestion. I am not so ambitious as my cousin Mirepoix, who claims that she can trace the descent of her family before Christ to the Tribe of Levi, and I will undertake to prove that there has never been a drop of Jewish blood in our family. Still there is no good in our shutting our eyes to the fact, you may be sure that my dear nephew’s highly original views are liable to make a considerable stir at Landerneau. Especially as Fezensac is ill just now, and Duras will be running the election; you know how he likes to make nuisances,” concluded the Duke, who had never succeeded in learning the exact meaning of certain phrases, and supposed ‘making nuisances’ to mean ‘making difficulties.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch tried to pin M. de Norpois down on Colonel Picquart\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There can be no two opinions;” replied M. de Norpois, “his evidence had to be taken. I am well aware that, by maintaining this attitude, I have drawn screams of protest from more than one of my colleagues, but to my mind the Government were bound to let the Colonel speak. One can’t dance lightly out of a blind alley like that, or if one does there’s always the risk of falling into a ditch. As for the officer himself, his statement gave one, at the first hearing, a most excellent impression. When one saw him, looking so well in that smart Chasseur uniform, come into court and relate in a perfectly simple and frank tone what he had seen and what he had deduced, and say: ‘On my honour as a soldier’” here M. de Norpois’s voice shook with a faint patriotic throb “‘such is my conviction,’ it is impossible to deny that the impression he made was profound.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There; he is a Dreyfusard, there’s not the least doubt of it,” thought Bloch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But where he entirely forfeited all the sympathy that he had managed to attract was when he was confronted with the registrar, Gribelin. When one heard that old public servant, a man who had only one answer to make,” here M. de Norpois began to accentuate his words with the energy of his sincere convictions “when one listened to him, when one saw him look his superior officer in the face, not afraid to hold his head up to him, and say to him in a tone that admitted of no response: ‘Colonel, sir, you know very well that I have never told a lie, you know that at this moment, as always, I am speaking the truth,’ the wind changed; M. Picquart might move heaven and earth at the subsequent hearings; he made a complete fiasco.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; evidently he’s an anti-Dreyfusard; it’s quite obvious,” said Bloch to himself. “But if he considers Picquart a traitor and a liar, how can he take his revelations seriously, and quote them as if he found them charming and believed them to be sincere. And if, on the other hand, he sees in him an honest man easing his conscience, how can he suppose him to have been lying when he was confronted with Gribelin?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “In any case, if this man Dreyfus is innocent,” the Duchess broke in, “he hasn’t done much to prove it. What idiotic, raving letters he writes from that island. I don’t know whether M. Esterhazy is any better, but he does shew some skill in his choice of words, a different tone altogether. That can’t be very pleasant for the supporters of M. Dreyfus. What a pity for them there’s no way of exchanging innocents.” Everybody laughed. “You heard what Oriane said?” the Duc de Guermantes inquired eagerly of e. de Villeparisis. “Yes; I think it most amusing.” This was not enough for the Duke. “Well, I don’t know, I can’t say that I thought it amusing; or rather it doesn’t make the slightest difference to me whether a thing is amusing or not. I don’t care about wit.” M. d’Argencourt protested. “It is probably because I’ve been a Member of Parliament, where I have listened to brilliant speeches that meant absolutely nothing. I learned there to value, more than anything, logic. That’s probably why they didn’t elect me again. Amusing things leave me cold.” “Basin, don’t play the heavy father like that, my child, you know quite well that no one admires wit more than you do.” “Please let me finish. It is just because I am unmoved by a certain type of humour, that I am often struck by my wife’s wit. For you will find it based, as a rule, upon sound observation. She reasons like a man; she states her case like a writer.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Possibly the explanation of M. de Norpois’s speaking in this way to Bloch, as though they had been in agreement, may have lain in the fact that he himself was so keen an anti-Dreyfusard that, finding the Government not anti-Dreyfusard enough, he was its enemy just as much as the Dreyfusards. Perhaps because the object to which he devoted himself in politics was something more profound, situated on another plane, from which Dreyfusism appeared as an unimportant modality which did not deserve the attention of a patriot interested in large questions of foreign policy. Perhaps, rather, because the maxims of his political wisdom being applicable only to questions of form, of procedure, of expediency, they were as powerless to solve questions of fact as in philosophy pure logic is powerless to tackle the problems of existence; or else because that very wisdom made him see danger in handling such subjects and so, in his caution, he preferred to speak only of minor incidents. But where Bloch made a mistake was in thinking that M. de Norpois, even had he been less cautious by nature and of a less exclusively formal cast of mind, could supposing he would have told him the truth as to the part played by Henry, Picquart or du Paty de Clam, or as to any of the different aspects of the case. The truth, indeed, as to all these matters Bloch could not doubt that M. de Norpois knew. How could he fail to know it seeing that he was a friend of all the Ministers? Naturally, Bloch thought that the truth in politics could be approximately reconstructed by the most luminous minds, but he imagined, like the man in the street, that it resided permanently, beyond the reach of argument and in a material form, in the secret files of the President of the Republic and the Prime Minister, who imparted it to their Cabinet. Now, even when a political truth does take the form of written documents, it is seldom that these have any more value than a radiographic plate on which the layman imagines that the patient’s disease is inscribed in so many words, when, as a matter of fact, the plate furnishes simply one piece of material for study, to be combined with a number of others, which the doctor’s reasoning powers will take into consideration as a whole and upon them found his diagnosis. So, too, the truth in politics, when one goes to well-informed men and imagines that one is about to grasp it, eludes one. Indeed, later on to confine ourselves to the Dreyfus case, when so startling an event occurred as Henry’s confession, followed by his suicide, this fact was at once interpreted in opposite ways by the Dreyfusard Ministers, and by Cavaignac and Cuignet who had themselves made the discovery of the forgery and conducted the examination; still more so among the Dreyfusard Ministers themselves, men of the same shade of Dreyfusism, judging not only from the same documents but in the same spirit, the part played by Henry was explained in two entirely different ways, one set seeing in him an accomplice of Esterhazy, the others assigning that part to du Paty de Clam, thus rallying in support of a theory of their opponent Cuignet and in complete opposition to their supporter Reinach. All that Bloch could elicit from M. de Norpois was that if it were true that the Chief of Staff, M. de Boisdeffre, had had a secret communication sent to M. Rochefort, it was evident that a singularly regrettable irregularity had occurred\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You may be quite sure that the War Minister must in petto at any rate be consigning his Chief of Staff to the infernal powers. An official disclaimer would not have been to my mind a work of supererogation. But the War Minister expresses himself very bluntly on the matter inter pocula. There are certain subjects, moreover, about which it is highly imprudent to create an agitation over which one cannot retain control afterwards.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But those documents are obviously forged,” put in Bloch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois made no reply to this, but announced that he did not approve of the manifestations that were being made by Prince Henri d’Orléans\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Besides, they can only ruffle the calm of the pretorium, and encourage agitations which, looked at from either point of view, would be deplorable. Certainly we must put a stop to the anti-militarist conspiracy, but we cannot possibly tolerate, either, a brawl encouraged by those elements on the Right who instead of serving the patriotic ideal themselves are hoping to make it serve them. Heaven be praised, France is not a South American Republic, and the need has not yet been felt here for a military pronunciamento.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bioch could not get him to speak on the question of Dreyfus’s guilt, nor would he utter any forecast as to the judgment in the civil trial then proceeding. On the other hand, M. de Norpois seemed only too ready to indicate the consequences of this judgment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “If it is a conviction,” he said, “it will probably be quashed, for it is seldom that, in a case where there has been such a number of witnesses, there is not some flaw in the procedure which counsel can raise on appeal. To return to Prince Henri’s outburst, I greatly doubt whether it has met with his father’s approval.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You think Chartres is for Dreyfus?” asked the Duchess with a smile, her eyes rounded, her cheeks bright, her nose buried in her plate, her whole manner deliciously scandalised\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not at all; I meant only that there runs through the whole family, on that side, a political sense which we have seen, in the admirable Princesse Clémentine, carried to its highest power, and which her son, Prince Ferdinand, has kept as a priceless inheritance. You would never have found the Prince of Bulgaria clasping Major Esterhazy to his bosom.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He would have preferred a private soldier,” murmured Mme. de Guermantes, who often met the Bulgarian monarch at dinner at the Prince de Joinville’s, and had said to him once, when he asked if she was not envious: “Yes, Sir, of your bracelets.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You aren’t going to Mme. de Sagan’s ball this evening?” M. de Norpois asked Mme. de Villeparisis, to cut short his conversation with Bloch. My friend had not failed to interest the Ambassador, who told us afterwards, not without a quaint simplicity, thinking no doubt of the traces that survived in Bloch’s speech of the neo-Homeric manner which he had on the whole outgrown: “He is rather amusing, with that way of speaking, a trifle old fashioned, a trifle solemn. You expect him to come out with ‘The Learned Sisters,’ like Lamartine or Jean-Baptiste Rousseau. It has become quite uncommon in the youth of the present day, as it was indeed in the generation before them. We ourselves were inclined to be romantic.” But however exceptional his companion may have seemed to him, M. de Norpois decided that the conversation had lasted long enough\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, sir, I don’t go to balls any more,” she replied with a charming grandmotherly smile. “You’re going, all of you, I suppose? You’re the right age for that sort of thing,” she added, embracing in a comprehensive glance M. de Châtellerault, his friend and Bloch. “Still, I was asked,” she went on, pretending, just for fun, to be flattered by the distinction. “In fact, they came specially to ask me.” ‘They’ being the Princesse de Sagan.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I haven’t had a card,” said Bloch, thinking that Mme. de Villeparisis would at once offer to procure him one, and that Mme. de Sagan would be glad to see at her ball the friend of a woman whom she had called in person to invite\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Marquise made no reply, and Bloch did not press the point, for he had another, more serious matter to discuss with her, and, with that in view, had already asked her whether he might call again in a couple of days. Having heard the two young men say that they had both just resigned from the Rue Royale Club, which was letting in every Tom, Dick and Harry, he wished to ask Mme. de Villeparisis to arrange for his election there\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Aren’t they rather bad form, rather stuck-up snobs, these Sagans?” he inquired in a tone of sarcasm\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not at all, they’re the best we can do for you in that line,” M. d’Argencourt, who adopted all the catch-words of Parisian society, assured him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Then,” said Bloch, still half in irony, “I suppose it’s one of the solemnities, the great social fixtures of the season.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis turned merrily to Mme. de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Tell us, is it a great social solemnity, Mme. de Sagan’s ball?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s no good asking me,” answered the Duchess, “I have never yet succeeded in finding out what a social solemnity is. Besides, society isn’t my strong point.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Indeed; I thought it was just the other way,” said Bloch, who supposed Mme. de Guermantes to be speaking seriously\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He continued, to the desperation of M. de Norpois, to ply him with questions about the Dreyfus case. The Ambassador declared that, looking at it from outside, he got the impression from du Paty de Clam of a somewhat cloudy brain, which had perhaps not been very happily chosen to conduct that delicate operation, which required so much coolness and discernment, a judicial inquiry\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I know that the Socialist Party are crying aloud for his head on a charger, as well as for the immediate release of the prisoner from the Devil’s Isle. But I think that we are not yet reduced to the necessity of passing the Caudine Forks of MM. Gérault-Richard and Company. So far, the whole case has been an utter mystery, I don’t say that on one side just as much as on the other there has not been some pretty dirty work to be hushed up. That certain of your client’s more or less disinterested protectors may have the best intentions I will not attempt to deny, but you know that heaven is paved with such things,” he added, with a look of great subtlety. “It is essential that the Government should give the impression that they are not in the hands of the factions of the Left, and that they are not going to surrender themselves, bound hand and foot, at the demand of some pretorian guard or other, which, believe me, is not the same thing as the Army. It stands to reason that, should any fresh evidence come to light, a new trial would be ordered. And what follows from that? Obviously, that to demand a new trial is to force an open door. When the day comes, the Government will speak with no uncertain voice or will let fall into abeyance what is their essential prerogative. Cock and bull stories will no longer be enough. We must appoint judges to try Dreyfus. And that will be an easy matter because, although we have acquired the habit, in our sweet France, where we love to belittle ourselves, of thinking or letting it be thought that, in order to hear the words Truth and Justice, it is necessary to cross the Channel, which is very often only a roundabout way of reaching the Spree, there are judges to be found outside Berlin. But once the machinery of Government has been set in motion, will you have ears for the voice of authority? When it bids you perform your duty as a citizen will you have ears for its voice, will you take your stand in the ranks of law and order? When its patriotic appeal sounds, will you have the wisdom not to turn a deaf ear but to answer: ‘Present!’?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois put these questions to Bloch with a vehemence which, while it alarmed my friend, flattered him also; for the Ambassador spoke to him with the air of one addressing a whole party, questioned him as though he had been in the confidence of that party and might be held responsible for the decisions which it would adopt. “Should you fail to disarm,” M. de Norpois went on, without waiting for Bloch’s collective answer, “should you, before even the ink had dried on the decree ordering the fresh trial of the case, obeying it matters not what insidious word of command, fail, I say, to disarm, and band yourselves, rather, in a sterile opposition which seems to some minds the ultima ratio of policy, should you retire to your tents and burn your boats, you would be doing so to your own, damnation. Are you the prisoners of those who foment disorder? Have you given them pledges?” Bloch was in doubt how to answer. M. de Norpois gave him no time. “If the negative be true, as I should like to think, and if you have a little of what seems to me to be lamentably lacking in certain of your leaders and your friends, namely political sense, then, on the day when the Criminal Court assembles, if you do not allow yourselves to be dragooned by the fishers in troubled waters, you will have won your battle. I do not guarantee that the whole of the General Staff is going to get away unscathed, but it will be so much to the good if some of them at least can save their faces without setting the heather on fire\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It stands to reason, moreover, that it is with the Government that it rests to pronounce judgment, and to close the list — already too long — of unpunished crimes, not certainly at the bidding of Socialist agitators, nor yet of any obscure military mouthpiece,” he added, looking Bloch boldly in the face, perhaps with the instinct that leads all Conservatives to establish support for themselves in the enemy’s camp. “Government action is not to be dictated by the highest bidder, from wherever the bid may come. The Government are not, thank heaven, under the orders of Colonel Driant, nor, at the other end of the scale, under M. Clemenceau’s. We must curb the professional agitators and prevent them from raising their heads again. France, the vast majority here in France, desires only to be allowed to work in orderly conditions. As to that, there can be no question whatever. But we must not be afraid to enlighten public opinion; and if a few sheep, of the kind our friend Rabelais knew so well, should dash headlong into the water, it would be as well to point out to them that the water in question was troubled, that it had been troubled deliberately by an agency not within our borders, in order to conceal the dangers lurking in its depths. And the Government ought not to give the impression that they are emerging from their passivity in self-defence when they exercise the right which is essentially their own, I mean that of setting the wheels of justice in motion. The Government will accept all your suggestions. If it is proved that there has been a judicial error, they can be sure of an overwhelming majority which would give them room to act with freedom.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You, sir,” said Bloch, turning to M. d’Argencourt, to whom he had been made known, with the rest of the party, on that gentleman’s arrival, “you are a Dreyfusard, of course; they all are, abroad.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It is a question that concerns only the French themselves, don’t you think?” replied M. d’Argencourt with that peculiar form of insolence which consists in ascribing to the other person an opinion which one must, obviously, know that he does not hold since he has just expressed one directly its opposite\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Bloch coloured; M. d’Argencourt smiled, looking round the room, and if this smile, so long as it was directed at the rest of the company, was charged with malice at Bloch’s expense, it became tempered with cordiality when finally it came to rest on the face of my friend, so as to deprive him of any excuse for annoyance at the words which he had heard uttered, though those words remained just as cruel. Mme. de Guermantes murmured something to M. d’Argencourt which I could not hear, but which must have referred to Bloch’s religion, for there flitted at that moment over the face of the Duchess that expression to which one’s fear of being noticed by the person of whom one is speaking gives a certain hesitancy and unreality, while there is blended with it the inquisitive, malicious amusement inspired in one by a group of human beings to which one feels oneself to be fundamentally alien. To retrieve himself, Bloch turned to the Duc de Châtellerault. “You, sir, as a Frenchman, you must be aware that people abroad are all Dreyfusards, although everyone pretends that in prance we never know what is going on abroad. Anyhow, I know Ï can talk freely to you; Saint-Loup told me so.” But the young Duke, who felt that every one was turning against Bloch, and was a coward as people often are in society, employing a mordant and precious form of wit which he seemed, by a sort of collateral atavism, to have inherited from M. de Charlus, replied: “You must not ask me, sir, to discuss the Dreyfus case with you; it is a subject which, on principle, I never mention except to Japhetics.” Everyone smiled, except Bloch, not that he was not himself in the habit of making scathing references to his Jewish origin, to that side of his ancestry which came from somewhere near Sinai. But instead of one of these epigrams doubtless because he had not one ready the operation of the internal machine brought to Bloch’s lips something quite different. And we caught only: “But how on earth did you know? Who told you?” as though he had been the son of a convict. Whereas, given his name, which had not exactly a Christian sound, and his face, his surprise argued a certain simplicity of mind\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0What M. de Norpois had said not having completely satisfied him, he went up to the librarian and asked him whether Mme. de Villeparisis did not sometimes have in her house M. du Paty de Clam or M. Joseph Reinach. The librarian made no reply; he was a Nationalist, and never ceased preaching to the Marquise that the social revolution might break out at any moment, and that she ought to shew more caution in the choice of her friends. He asked himself whether Bloch might not be a secret emissary of the Syndicate, come to collect information, and went off at once to repeat to Mme. de Villeparisis the questions that Bloch had put to him. She decided that, at the best, he was ill-bred and might be in a position to compromise M. de Norpois. Also, she wished to give satisfaction to the librarian, the only person of whom she went in fear, by whom she was being indoctrinated, though without any marked success every morning he read her M. Judet’s article in the Petit Journal. She decided, therefore, to make it plain to Bloch that he need not come to the house again, and had no difficulty in finding, among her social repertory, the scene by which a great lady shows anyone her door, a scene which does not in any way involve the raised finger and blazing eyes that people imagine. As Bloch came up to her to say good-bye, buried in her deep armchair, she seemed only half-awakened from a vague somnolence. Her sunken eyes gleamed with only the feeble though charming light of a pair of pearls. Bloch’s farewell, barely pencilling on the Marquise’s face a languid smile, drew from her not a word, nor did she offer him her hand. This scene left Bloch in utter bewilderment, but as he was surrounded by a circle of spectators he felt that it could not be prolonged without disadvantage to himself, and, to force the Marquise, the hand which she had made no effort to take he himself thrust out at her. Mme. de Villeparisis was startled. But doubtless, while still bent upon giving an immediate satisfaction to the librarian and the anti-Dreyfusard clan, she wished at the same time to provide for the future, and so contented herself with letting her eyelids droop over her closing eyes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I believe she’s asleep,” said Bloch to the librarian who, feeling that he had the support of the Marquise, assumed an indignant air. “Good-bye madame,” snouted Bloch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The old lady made the slight movement with her lips of a dying woman who wants to open her mouth but whose eye can no longer recognise people. Then she turned, overflowing with a restored vitality, to M. d’Argencourt, while Bloch left the room, convinced that she must be ‘soft’ in the head. Full of curiosity and anxious to have more light thrown upon so strange an incident, he came to see lier again a few days later. She received him in the most friendly fashion, because she was a good-natured woman, because the librarian was not there, because she had in mind the little play which Bloch was going to produce for her, and finally because she had acted once and for all the little scene of the indignant lady that she had wished to act, a scene that had been universally admired and discussed the same evening in various drawing-rooms, but in a version which had already ceased to bear any resemblance to the truth\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You were speaking just now of the Seven Princesses, Duchess; you know not that it’s anything to be proud of that the author of that — what shall I call it? — that production is a compatriot of mine,” said M. d’Argencourt with a fine scorn blended with satisfaction at knowing more than anyone else in the room about the author of a work which had been under discussion. “Yes, he’s a Belgian, by nationality,” he went on\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Indeed! No, we don’t accuse you of any responsibility for the Seven Princesses. Fortunately for yourself and your compatriots you are not like the author of that absurdity. I know several charming Belgians, yourself, your King, who is inclined to be shy, but full of wit, my Ligne cousins, and heaps of others, but you, I am thankful to say, do not speak the same language as the author of the Seven Princesses. Besides, if you want to know, it’s not worth talking about, because really there is absolutely nothing in it. You know the sort of people who are always trying to seem obscure, and even plan to make themselves ridiculous to conceal the fact that they have not an idea in their heads. If there was anything behind it all, I may tell you that I’m not in the least afraid of a little daring,” she added in a serious tone, “provided that there is some idea in it. I don’t know if you’ve seen Borelli’s piece. Some people seem to have been shocked by it, but I must say, even if they stone me through the streets for saying it,” she went on, without stopping to think that she ran no very great risk of such a punishment, “I found it immensely interesting. But theSeven Princesses! It’s all very well, one of them having a fondness for my nephew, I cannot carry family feeling quite . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Duchess broke off abruptly, for a lady came in who was the Comtesse de Marsantes, Robert’s mother. Mme. de Marsantes was regarded in the Faubourg Saint-Germain as a superior being, of a goodness, a resignation that were positively angelic. So I had been told, and had had no particular reason to feel surprised, not knowing at the same time that she was the sister of the Duc de Guermantes. Later, I have always been taken aback, whenever I have learned that such women, melancholy, pure, victimised, venerated like the ideal forms of saints in church windows, had flowered from the same genealogical stem as brothers brutal, debauched and vile. Brothers and sisters, when they are closely alike in features as were the pue de Guermantes and Mme. de Marsantes, ought I felt to have a single intellect in common, the same heart, as a person would have who might vary between good and evil moods but in whom one could not, for all that, expect to find a vast breadth of outlook if he had a narrow mind, or a sublime abnegation if his heart was hard\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Marsantes attended Brunetière’s lectures. She fascinated the Faubourg Saint-Germain and, by her saintly life, edified it as well. But the morphological link of handsome nose and piercing gaze led one, nevertheless, to classify Mme. de Marsantes in the same intellectual and moral family as her brother the Duke. I could not believe that the mere fact of her being a woman, and perhaps those of her having had an unhappy life and won everyone’s sympathy, could make a person be so different from the rest of her family, as in the old romances, where all the virtues and graces are combined in the sister of wild and lawless brothers. It seemed to me that nature, less unconventional than the old poets, must make use almost exclusively of the elements common to the family, and I was unable to credit her with enough power of invention to construct, out of materials analogous to those that composed a fool and clod, a lofty mind without the least strain of clownishness, a saint unsoiled by any brutality. Mme. de Marsantes was wearing a gown of white surah embroidered with large palms, on which stood out flowers of a different material, these being black. This was because, three weeks earlier, she had lost her cousin, M. de Montmorency, a bereavement which did not prevent her from paying calls or even from going to small dinners, but always in mourning. She was a great lady. Atavism had filled her with the frivolity of generations of life at court, with all the superficial, rigorous duties that that implies. Mme. de Marsantes had not had the strength of character to regret for any length of time the death of her father and mother, but she would not for anything in the world have appeared in colours in the month following that of a cousin. She was more than pleasant to me, both because I was Robert’s friend and because I did not move in the same world as he. This pleasantness was accompanied by a pretence of shyness, by that sort of intermittent withdrawal of the voice, the eyes, the mind which a woman draws back to her like a skirt that has indiscreetly spread, so as not to take up too much room, to remain stiff and erect even in her suppleness, as a good upbringing teaches. A good upbringing which must not, however, be taken too literally, many of these ladies passing very swiftly into a complete dissolution of morals without ever losing the almost childlike correctness of their manners. Mme. de Marsantes was a trifle irritating in conversation since, whenever she had occasion to speak of a plebeian, as for instance Bergotte or Elstir, she would say, isolating the word, giving it its full value, intoning it on two different notes with a modulation peculiar to the Guermantes: “I have had the honour, the great hon-our of meeting Monsieur Bergotte,” or “of making the acquaintance of Monsieur Elstir” whether that her hearers might marvel at her humility or from the sam tendency that Mme. de Guermantes shewed to revert to the use of obsolete forms, as a protest against the slovenly usages of the present day, in which people never professed themselves sufficiently ‘honoured.’ Whichever Of these was the true reason, one felt that when Mme. de Marsantes said: “I have had the honour, the great hon-our,” she felt she was playing an important part and shewing that she could take in the names of distinguished men as she would have welcomed the men themselves at her home in the country, had they happened to be in the neighbourhood. On the other hand as her family connexion was numerous, as she was devoted to all her relatives, as, slow in speech and fond of explaining things at length, she was always trying to make clear the exact degree of kinship, she found herself without any desire to create an effect and without really caring to talk about anyone except touching peasants and sublime gamekeepers referring incessantly to all the mediatised houses in Europe, a failing which people less brilliantly connected than herself could not forgive, and, if they were at all intellectual, derided as a sign of stupidity\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In the country, Mme. de Marsantes was adored for the good that she did, but principally because the purity of a strain of blood into which for many generations there had flowed only what was greatest in the history of France had taken from her manner everything that the lower orders call ‘manners,’ and had given her a perfect simplicity. She never shrank from kissing a poor woman who was in trouble, and would tell her to come up to the castle for a cartload of wood. She was, people said, the perfect Christian. She was determined to find an immensely rich wife for Robert. Being a great lady means playing the great lady, that is to say, to a certain extent, playing at simplicity. It is a pastime which costs an extremely high price, all the more because simplicity charms people only on condition that they know that you are not bound to live simply, that is to say that you are very rich. Some one said to me afterwards, when I had told him of my meeting her: “You saw of course that she must have been lovely as a young woman.” But true beauty is so individual, so novel always, that one does not recognise it as beauty. I said to myself this afternoon only that she had a tiny nose, very blue eyes, a long neck and a sad expression\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Listen,” said Mme. de Villeparisis to the Duchesse de Guermantes, “I’m expecting a woman at any moment whom you don’t wish to know. I thought I’d better warn you, to avoid any unpleasantness. But you needn’t be afraid, I shall never have her here again, only I was obliged to let her come to-day. It’s Swann’s wife.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. Swann, seeing the dimensions that the Dreyfus case had begun to assume, and fearing that her husband’s racial origin might be used against herself, had besought him never again to allude to the prisoner’s innocence. When he was not present she went farther and used to profess the most ardent Nationalism; in doing which she was only following the example of Mme. Verdurin, in whom a middle-class anti-semitism, latent hitherto, had awakened and grown to a positive fury. Mme. Swann had won by this attitude the privilege of membership in several of the women’s leagues that were beginning to be formed in anti-semitic society, and had succeeded in making friends with various members of the aristocracy. It may seem strange that, so far from following their example, the Duchesse de Guermantes, so close a friend of Swann, had on the contrary always resisted his desire, which he had not concealed from her, to introduce to her his wife. But we shall see in due course that this arose from the peculiar nature of the Duchess, who held that she was not ‘bound to’ do things, and laid down with despotic force what had been decided by her social ‘free will,’ which was extremely arbitrary\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Thank you for telling me,” said the Duchess. “It would indeed be most unpleasant. But as I know her by sight I shall be able to get away in time.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I assure you, Oriane, she is really quite nice; an excellent woman,” said Mme. de Marsantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I have no doubt she is, but I feel no need to assure myself of it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Have you been invited to Lady Israels’s?” Mme. de Villeparisis asked the Duchess, to change the conversation\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, thank heaven, I don’t know the woman,” replied Mme. de Guermantes. “You must ask Marie-Aynard. She knows her. I never could make out why.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I did indeed know her at one time,” said Mme. de Marsantes. “I confess my faults. But I have decided not to know her any more. It seems she’s one of the very worst of them, and makes no attempt to conceal it. Besides, we have all been too trusting, too hospitable. I shall never go near anyone of that race again. While we had old friends, country cousins, people of our own flesh and blood on whom we shut our doors, we threw them open to Jews. And now we see what thanks we get from them. But I’ve no right to speak; I have an adorable son, and, like a young fool, he says and does all the maddest things you can imagine,” she went on, having caught some allusion by M. d’Argencourt to Robert. “But, talking of Robert, haven’t you seen him?” she asked Mme. de Villeparisis; “being Saturday, I thought he’d be coming to Paris on leave, and in that case he would be sure to pay you a visit.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As a matter of fact Mme. de Marsantes thought that her son would not obtain leave that week; but knowing that, even if he did, he would never dream of coming to see Mme. de Villeparisis, she hoped, by making herself appear to have expected to find him in the room, to procure his forgiveness from her susceptible aunt for all the visits that he had failed to pay her\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Robert here! But I have never had a single word from him; I don’t think I’ve seen him since Balbec.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He is so busy; he has so much to do,” pleaded Mme. de Marsantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A faint smile made Mme. de Guermantes’s eyelashes quiver as she studied the circle which, with the point of her sunshade, she was tracing on the carpet. Whenever the Duke had been too openly unfaithful to his wife, Mme. de Marsantes had always taken up the cudgels against her own brother on her sister-in-law’s behalf. The latter had a grateful and bitter memory of this protection, and was not herself seriously shocked by Robert’s pranks. At this point the door opened again and Robert himself entered the room\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, talk of the Saint!” said Mme. de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Marsantes, who had her back to the door, had not seen her son come in. When she did catch sight of him, her motherly bosom was convulsed with joy, as by the beating of a wing, her body half rose her seat, her face quivered and she fastened on Robert eyes big astonishment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What! You’ve come! How delightful! What a surprise!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! Talk of the Saint! — I see,” cried the Belgian diplomat, with a shout of laughter\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Delicious, ain’t it?” came tartly from the Duchess, who hated puns and had ventured on this one only with a pretence of making fun of herself\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Good afternoon, Robert,” she said, “I believe he’s forgotten his aunt.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0They talked for a moment, probably about myself, for as Saint-Loup was leaving her to join his mother Mme. de Guermantes turned to me:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Good afternoon; how are you?” was her greeting\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She allowed to rain on me the light of her azure gaze, hesitated for a moment, unfolded and stretched towards me the stem of her arm, leaned forward her body which sprang rapidly backwards like a bush that has been pulled down to the ground and, on being released, returns to its natural position. Thus she acted under the fire of Saint-Loup’s eyes, which kept her under observation and were making frantic efforts to obtain some further concession still from his aunt. Fearing that our conversation might fail altogether, he joined in, to stimulate it, and answered for me:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He’s not very well just now, he gets rather tired; I think he would be a great deal better, by the way, if he saw you more often, for I can’t help telling you that he admires you immensely.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, but that’s very nice of him,” said Mme. de Guermantes in a deliberately casual tone, as if I had brought her her cloak. “I am most flattered.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Look, I must go and talk to my mother for a minute; take my chair,” said Saint-Loup, thus forcing me to sit down next to his aunt\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We were both silent\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I see you sometimes in the morning,” she said, as though she were telling me something that I did not know, and I for my part had never seen her. “It’s so good for one, a walk.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oriane,” began Mme. de Marsantes in a low tone, “you said you were going on to Mme. de Saint-Ferréol’s; would you be so very kind as to tell her not to expect me to dinner, I shall stay at home now that I’ve got Robert. And one other thing, but I hardly like to ask you, if you would leave word as you pass to tell them to send out at once for a box of the cigars Robert likes. ‘Corona,’ they’re called. I’ve none in the house.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert came up to us; he had caught only the name of Mme. de Saint-Ferréol\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Who in the world is Mme. de Saint-Ferréol?” he inquired, in a sur — prised but decisive tone, for he affected a studied ignorance of everything to do with society\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, my dear boy, you know quite well,” said his mother. “She’s Vermandois’s sister. It was she gave you that nice billiard table you liked so much.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What, she’s Vermandois’s sister, I had no idea of that. Really, my family are amazing,” he went on, turning so as to include me in the conversation and adopting unconsciously Bloch’s intonation just as he borrowed his ideas, “they know the most unheard-of people, people called Saint-Ferréol” emphasising the final consonant of each word “and names like that; they go to balls, they drive in victorias, they lead a fabulous existence. It’s prodigious.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes made in her throat a slight, short, sharp sound, as of an involuntary laugh which one chokes back, meaning thereby to shew that she paid just as much tribute as the laws of kinship imposed on her to her nephew’s wit. A servant came in to say that the Prince von Faffenheim-Munsterburg-Weinigen had sent word to M. de Norpois that he was waiting\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Bring him in, sir,” said Mme. de Villeparisis to the old Ambassador, who started in quest of the German Minister\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Stop, sir; do you think I ought to shew him the miniature of the Empress Charlotte?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, I’m sure he’ll be delighted,” said the Ambassador in a tone of conviction, and as though he were envying the fortunate Minister the favour that was in store for him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, I know he’s very sound,” said Mme. de Marsantes, “and that is so rare among foreigners. But I’ve found out all about him. He is anti-semitism personified.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The Prince’s name preserved in the boldness with which its opening syllables were — to borrow an expression from music — attacked, and in the stammering repetition that scanned them, the impulse, the mannered simplicity, the heavy delicacies of the Teutonic race, projected like green boughs over the ‘heim’ of dark blue enamel which glowed with the mystic light of a Rhenish window behind the pale and finely wrought gildings of the German eighteenth century. This name included, among the several names of which it was composed, that of a little German watering-place to which as a child I had gone with my grandmother, at the foot of a mountain honoured by the feet of Goethe, from the vineyards of which we used to drink, at the Kurhof, their illustrious vintages with elaborate and sonorous names, like the epithets which Homer applies to his heroes. And so, scarcely had I heard the Prince’s name spoken than, before I had recalled the watering-place, the name itself seemed to shrink, to grow rich with humanity, to find large enough a little place in my memory to which it clung, familiar, earth to earth, picturesque, savoury, light, with something about it, too, that was authorised, prescribed. And then, M. de Guermantes, in explaining who the Prince was, quoted a number of his titles, and I recognised the name of a village threaded by the river on which, every evening, my cure finished for the day, I used to go in a boat amid the mosquitoes, and that of a forest so far away that the doctor would not allow me to make the excursion to it. And indeed it was comprehensible that the suzerainty of the lord extended to the surrounding places and associated afresh in the enumeration of his titles the names which one could read, close together, upon a map. Thus beneath the visor of the Prince of the Holy Roman Empire and Knight of Franconia it was the face of a dear and smiling land, on which had often lingered for me the light of the six-o’clock sun, that I saw, at any rate before the Prince, Rheingraf and Elector Palatine had entered the room. For I speedily learned that the revenues which he drew from the forest and river, peopled with gnomes and undines, and from the enchanted mountain on which rose the ancient Burg that cherished memories of Luther and Lewis the Germanic, he employed in keeping five Charron motor-cars, a house in Paris and one in London, a box on Mondays at the Opera and another for the ‘Tuesdays’ at the ‘Français.’ He did not seem to me, nor did he seem to regard himself as different from other men of similar fortune and age who had a less poetic origin. He had their culture, their ideals, he was proud of his rank, but purely on account of the advantages it conferred on him, and had now only one ambition in life, to be elected a Corresponding Member of the Academy of Moral and Political Sciences, which was the reason of his coming to see Mme. de Villeparisis. If he, whose wife was a leader of the most exclusive set in Berlin, had begged to be introduced to the Marquise, it was not the result of any desire on his part for her acquaintance. Devoured for years past by this ambition to be elected to the Institute, he had unfortunately never been in a position to reckon above five the number of Academicians who seemed prepared to vote for him. He knew that M. de Norpois could by himself dispose of at least ten others, a number which he was capable, by skilful negotiations, of increasing still further. And so the Prince, who had known him in Russia when they were both there as Ambassadors, had gone to see him and had done everything in his power to win him over. But in vain might he multiply his friendly overtures, procure for the Marquis Russian decorations, quote him in articles on foreign politics; he had had before him an ingrate, a man in whose eyes all these attentions appeared to count as nothing, who had not advanced the prospects of his candidature one inch, had not even promised him his own vote. No doubt M. de Norpois received him with extreme politeness, indeed begged that he would not put himself out and “take the trouble to come so far out of his way,” went himself to the Prince’s residence, and when the Teutonic Knight had launched his: “I should like immensely to be your colleague,” replied in a tone of deep emotion: “Ah! I should be most happy!” And no doubt a simpleton, a Dr. Cottard would have said to himself: “Well, here he is in my house; it was he who insisted on coming, because he regards me as a more important person than himself; he tells me that he would be happy to see me in the Academy; words do have some meaning after all, damn it, probably if he doesn’t offer to vote for me it is because it hasn’t occurred to him. He lays so much stress on my great influence; presumably he imagines that larks drop into my mouth ready roasted, that I have all the support I want, and that is why he doesn’t offer me his; but I have only got to get him with his back to the wall, and just say to him quietly: ‘Very well, vote for me, will you?’ and he will be obliged to do it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But Prince von Faffenheim was no simpleton. He was what Dr. Cottard would have called ‘a fine diplomat’ and he knew that M. de Norpois was no less fine a one than himself, nor a man who would have failed to realise without needing to be told that he could confer a favour on a candidate by voting for him. The Prince, in his Embassies and as Foreign Minister, had conducted, on his country’s behalf instead of, as in the present instance, his own, many of those conversations in which one knows beforehand just bow far one is prepared to go and at what point one will decline to commit oneself. He was not unaware that, in this diplomatic language, to talk meant to offer. And it was for this reason that he had arranged for M. de Norpois to receive the Cordon of Saint Andrew. But if he had had to report to his Government the conversation which he had subsequently had with M. de Norpois, he would have stated in his dispatch: “I realised that I had gone the wrong way to work.” For as soon as he had returned to the subject of the Institute, M. de Norpois had repeated:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should like nothing better; nothing could be better, for my colleagues. They ought, I consider, to feel genuinely honoured that you should have thought of them. It is a really interesting candidature, a little outside our ordinary course. As you know, the Academy is very conventional, it takes fright at everything which has at all a novel sound. Personally, I deplore this. How often have I had occasion to say as much to my colleagues! I cannot be sure, God forgive me, that I did not even once let the word ‘hidebound’ escape me,” he added, in an undertone, with a scandalised smile, almost aside, as in a scene on the stage, casting at the Prince a rapid, sidelong glance from his blue eyes, like a veteran actor studying the effect on his audience. “You understand, Prince, that I should not care to allow a personality so eminent as yourself to embark on a venture which was hopeless from the start. So long as my colleagues’ ideas linger so far behind the times, I consider that the wiser course will be to abstain. But you may rest assured that if I were ever to discern a mind that was a little more modern, a little more alive, shewing itself in that college, which is tending to become a mausoleum, if I could reckon upon any possible chance of your success, I should be the first to inform you of it.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The Cordon was a mistake,” thought the Prince; “the negotiations have not advanced in the least; that is not what he wanted. I have not yet laid my hand on the right key.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This was a kind of reasoning of which M. de Norpois, formed in the same school as the Prince, would also have been capable. One may mock at the Pedantic silliness with which diplomats of the Norpois type go into ecstasies over some piece of official wording which is, for all practical purposes, meaningless. But their childishness has this compensation; diplomats know that, in the loaded scales which assure that European or other equilibrium which we call peace, good feeling, sounding speeches, earnest entreaties weigh very little; and that the heavy weight, the true determinant consists in something else, in the possibility which the adversary does if he is strong enough or does not enjoy of satisfying, in exchange for what one oneself wants, a desire. With this order of truths, which an entirely disinterested person, such as my grandmother for instance, would not have understood M. de Norpois and Prince von Faffenheim had frequently had to deal. Chargé d’Affaires in countries with which we had been within an ace of going to war, M. de Norpois, in his anxiety as to the turn which events were about to take, knew very well that it was not by the word ‘Peace,’ nor by the word ‘War’ that it would be revealed to him, but by some other, apparently commonplace word, a word of terror or blessing, which the diplomat, by the aid of his cipher, would immediately read and to which, to safeguard the honour of France, he would respond in another word, quite as commonplace, but one beneath which the Minister of the enemy nation would at once see written: ‘War.’ Moreover, in accordance with a time-honoured custom, analogous to that which gave to the first meeting between two young people promised to one another in marriage the form of a chance encounter at a performance in the Théâtre du Gymnase, the dialogue in the course of which destiny was to dictate the word ‘War’ or the word ‘Peace’ was held, as a rule, not in the ministerial sanctum but on a bench in a Kurgarten where the Minister and M. de Norpois went independently to a thermal spring to drink at its source their little tumblers of some curative water. By a sort of tacit convention they met at the hour appointed for their cure, began by taking together a short stroll which, beneath its innocent appearance, each of the speakers knew to be as tragic as an order for mobilisation. And so, in a private matter like this nomination for election to the Institute, the Prince had employed the same system of induction which had served him in his public career, the same method of reading beneath superimposed symbols\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And certainly it would be wrong to pretend that my grandmother and the few who resembled her would have been alone in their failure to understand this kind of calculation. For one thing, the average human being, practising a profession the lines of which have been laid down for him from the start, comes near, by his want of intuition, to the ignorance which my grandmother owed to her lofty disinterestedness. Often one has to come down to ‘kept’ persons, male or female, before one finds the hidden spring of actions or words apparently of the most innocent nature in self-interest, in the bare necessity to keep alive. What man does not know that when a woman whom he is going to pay says to him: “Don’t let’s talk about money,” the speech must be regarded as what is called in music ‘a silent beat’ and that if, later on, she declares: “You are far too much trouble; you are always keeping things from me; I’ve done with you,” he must interpret this as: “Some one else has been offering me more.” And yet this is only the language of a lady of easy virtue, not so far removed from the ladies in society. The apache furnishes more striking examples. But M. as Norpois and the German Prince, if apaches and their ways were unknown to them, had been accustomed to living on the same plane as nations, which are also, despite their greatness, creatures of selfishness and cunning, kept in order only by force, by consideration of their material interests which may drive them to murder, a murder that is often symbolic also, since its mere hesitation or refusal to fight may spell for a nation the word ‘Perish. But inasmuch as all this is not set forth in Yellow and otherwise coloured Books, the people as a whole are naturally pacific; should they be warlike, it is instinctively, from hatred, from a sense of injury, not for the reasons which have made up the mind of their ruler, on the advice of his Norpois\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The following winter the Prince was seriously ill; he recovered, but his heart was permanently affected\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The devil!” he said to himself, “I can’t afford to lose any time over the Institute. If I wait too long, I may be dead before they elect me. That really would be unpleasant.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He composed, on the foreign politics of the last twenty years, an essay for the Revue des Deux Mondes, in which he referred more than once, and in the most flattering terms, to M. de Norpois. The French diplomat called upon him to thank him. He added that he did not know how to express his gratitude. The Prince said to himself, like a man who has been trying to fit various keys into a stubborn lock: “Still not the right one!” and, feeling somewhat out of breath as he shewed M. de Norpois to the door, thought: “Damn it, these fellows will see me in my grave before letting me in. We must hurry up.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0That evening, he met M. de Norpois again at the Opera\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “My dear Ambassador,” he began to him, “you told me to-day that you did not know what you could do to prove your gratitude; it was a great exaggeration, for you owe me none, but I am going to be so indelicate as to take you at your word.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Norpois had no less high an esteem for the Prince’s tact than the Prince had for his. He understood at once that it was not a request that Prince von Faffenheim was about to present to him, but an offer, and with a radiant affability made ready to hear it\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well now, you will think me highly indiscreet. There are two people to whom I am greatly attached — in quite different ways, as you will understand in a moment — two people both of whom have recently settled in Paris, where they intend to remain for the future: my wife, and the Grand Duchess John. They are thinking of giving a few dinners, chiefly in honour of the King and Queen of England, and what they would have liked more than anything in the world would have been to be able to offer their guests the company of a person for whom, without knowing her, they both of them feel a great admiration. I confess that I did not know how I was going to gratify their wish when I learned just now, by the most extraordinary accident, that you were a friend of this person. I know that she lives a most retired life, and sees only a very few people —‘happy few,’ as Stendhal would say — but if you were to give me your backing, with the generosity that you have always shewn me, I am sure that she would allow you to present me to her and to convey to her the wishes of both the Grand Duchess and the Princess. Perhaps she would consent to dine with us, when the Queen of England comes, and then one never knows if we don’t bore her too much, to spend the Easter holidays with us at Beaulieu, at the Grand Duchess John’s. The person I allude to is called the Marquise de Villeparisis. I confess that the hope of becoming one of the frequenters of such a school of wit would console me, would make me contemplate without regret the abandoning of my attempt at the Institute. For in her house, too, I understand, there is a regular flow of intellect and brilliant talk.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0With an inexpressible sense of pleasure the Prince felt that the lock no longer resisted, and that at last the key was turning\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Such an alternative is wholly unnecessary, my dear Prince,” replied M. de Norpois; “nothing is more in harmony with the Institute than the house you speak of, which is a regular hotbed of Academicians. I shall convey your request to Mme. la Marquise de Villeparisis: she will undoubtedly be flattered. As for her dining with you, she goes out very little and that will perhaps be more difficult to arrange. But I shall present you to her and you can plead your cause in person. You must on no account give up the Academy; to-morrow fortnight, as it happens, I shall be having luncheon, before going on with him to an important meeting, at Leroy-Beaulieu’s, without whom nobody can be elected; I had already allowed myself in conversation with him to let fall your name, with which, naturally, he was perfectly familiar. He raised certain objections. But it so happens that he requires the support of my group at the next election, and I fully intend to return to the charge; I shall tell him quite openly of the wholly cordial ties that unite us, I shall not conceal from him that, if you were to stand, I should ask all my friends to vote for you,” here the Prince breathed a deep sigh of relief “and he knows that I have friends. I consider that if I were to succeed in obtaining his assistance your chances would become very strong. Come that evening, at six, to Mme. de Villeparisis’s; I will introduce you to her and I can give you an account then of my conversation with him.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Thus it was that Prince von Faffenheim had been led to call upon Mme. de Villeparisis. My profound disillusionment occurred when he spoke. It had never struck me that, if an epoch in history has features both particular and general which are stronger than those of a nationality, so that in a biographical dictionary with illustrations, which go so far as to include an authentic portrait of Minerva, Leibniz with his wig and ruff differs little from Marivaux or Samuel Bernard, a nationality has particular features stronger than those of a caste. In the present instance these were rendered before me not by a discourse in which I had expected, before I saw him, to hear the rustling of the elves and the dance of the kobolds, but by a transposition which certified no less plainly that poetic origin: the fact that, as he bowed, short, red, corpulent, over the hand of Mme. de Villeparisis, the Rheingraf said to her: “Aow to you too, Matame la Marquise,” in the accent of an Alsatian porter\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Won’t you let me give you a cup of tea or a little of this cake; it is so good?” Mme. de Guermantes asked me, anxious to have shewn herself as friendly as possible. “I do the honours in this house just as if it was mine,” she explained in an ironical tone which gave a slightly guttural sound to her voice, as though she were trying to stifle a hoarse laugh\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Sir,” said Mme. de Villeparisis to M. de Norpois, “you won’t forget that you have something to say to the Prince about the Academy?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Guermantes lowered her eyes and gave a semicircular turn to her wrist to look at the time\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Gracious! I must fly at once if I’m to get to Mme. de Saint-Ferréol’s, and I’m dining with Mme. Leroi.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And she rose without bidding me good-bye. She had just caught sight of Mme. Swann, who appeared considerably embarrassed at finding me in the room. She remembered, doubtless, that she had been the first to assure me that she was convinced of Dreyfus’s innocence\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I don’t want my mother to introduce me to Mme. Swann,” Saint-Loup said to me. “She’s an ex-whore. Her husband’s a Jew, and she comes here to pose as a Nationalist. Hallo, here’s Uncle Palamède.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The arrival of Mme. Swann had a special interest for me, due to an incident which had occurred a few days earlier and which I am obliged to record on account of the consequences which it was to have at a much later date, as the reader will learn in due course. Well, a few days before this visit to Mme. de Villeparisis, I had myself received a visitor whom I little expected, namely Charles Morel, the son though I had never heard of his existence of my great-uncle’s old servant. This great-uncle he in whose house I had met the lady in pink had died the year before. His servant had more than once expressed his intention of coming to see me; I had no idea of the object of his visit, but should have been glad to see him for I had learned from Françoise that he had a genuine veneration for my uncle’s memory and made a pilgrimage regularly to the cemetery in which he was buried. But, being obliged, for reasons of health, to retire to his home in the country, where he expected to remain for some time, he delegated the duty to his son. I was surprised to see come into my room a handsome young fellow of eighteen, dressed with expensive rather than good taste, but looking, all the same, like anything in the world except the son of a gentleman’s servant. He made a point, moreover, at the start of our conversation, of severing all connexion with the domestic class from which he sprang, by informing me, with a smile of satisfaction, that he had won the first prize at the Conservatoire. The object of his visit to me was as follows: his father, when going through the effects of my uncle Adolphe, had set aside some which, he felt, could not very well be sent to my parents but were at the same time of a nature likely to interest a young man of my age. These were the photographs of the famous actresses, the notorious courtesans whom my uncle had known, the last fading pictures of that gay life of a man about town which he divided by a watertight compartment from his family life. While young Morel was shewing them to me, I noticed that he addressed me as though he were speaking to an equal. He derived from saying ‘you’ to me as often, and ‘sir’ as seldom, as possible the pleasure natural in one whose father had never ventured, when addressing my parents, upon anything but the third person. Almost all these photographs bore an inscription such as: “To my best friend.” One actress, less grateful and more circumspect than the rest, had written: “To the best of friends,” which enabled her so I was assured to say afterwards that my uncle was in no sense and had never been her best friend but was merely the friend who had done the most little services for her, the friend she made use of, a good, kind man, in other words an old fool. In vain might young Morel seek to divest himself of his lowly origin, one felt that the shade of my uncle Adolphe, venerable and gigantic in the eyes of the old servant, had never ceased to hover, almost a holy vision, over the childhood and boyhood of the son. While I was turning over the photographs Charles Morel examined my room. And as I was looking for some place in which I might keep them, “How is it,” he asked me in a tone in which the reproach had no need to find expression, so im, plicit was it in the words themselves, “that I don’t see a single photograph of your uncle in your room?” I felt the blood rise to my cheeks and stammered: “Why, I don’t believe I have such a thing.” “What, you haven’t one photograph of your uncle Adolphe, who was so devoted to you! I— will send you one of my governor’s — he has quantities of them — and I hope you will set it up in the place of honour above that chest of drawers, which came to you from your uncle.” It is true that, as I had not even a photograph of my father or mother in my room, there was nothing so very shocking in there not being one of my uncle Adolphe. But it was easy enough to see that for old Morel, who had trained his son in the same way of thinking, my uncle was the important person in the family, my parents only reflecting a diminished light from his. I was in higher favour, because my uncle used constantly to say that I was going to turn out a sort of Racine, or Vaulabelle, and Morel regarded me almost as an adopted son, as a child by election of my uncle. I soon discovered that this young man was extremely ‘pushing.’ Thus at this first meeting he asked me, being something of a composer as well and capable of setting short poems to music, whether I knew any poet who had a good position in society. I mentioned one. He did not know the work of this poet and had never heard his name, of which he made a note. Well, I found out that shortly afterwards he wrote to the poet telling him that, a fanatical admirer of his work, he, Morel, had composed a musical setting for one of his sonnets and would be grateful if the author would arrange for its performance at the Comtesse So-and-So’s. This was going a little too fast, and exposing his hand. The poet, taking offence, made no reply\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For the rest, Charles Morel seemed to have, besides his ambition, a strong leaning towards more concrete realities. He had noticed, as he came through the courtyard, Jupien’s niece at work upon a waistcoat, and although he explained to me only that he happened to want a fancy waistcoat at that very moment, I felt that the girl had made a vivid impression on him. He had no hesitation about asking me to come downstairs and introduce him to her, “but not as a connexion of your family, you follow me, I rely on your discretion not to drag in my father, say just a distinguished artist of your acquaintance, you know how important it is to make a good impression on tradespeople.” Albeit he had suggested to me that, not knowing him well enough to call him, he quite realised,‘dear friend,’ I might address him, before the girl, in some such terms as “not dear master, of course,.. although . . . well, if you like, dear distinguished artist,” once in the shop, I avoided ‘qualifying’ him, as Saint-Simon would have expressed it, and contented myself with reiterating his ‘you.’ He picked out from several patterns of velvet one of the brightest red imaginable and so loud that, for all his bad taste, he was never able to wear the waistcoat when it was made. The girl settled down to work again with her two ‘apprentices,’ but it struck me that the impression had been mutual, and that Charles Morel, whom she regarded as of her own ‘station’ only smarter and richer, had proved singularly attractive to her. As I had been greatly surprised to find among the photographs which his father had sent me one of the portrait of Miss Sacripant otherwise Odette by Elstir, I said to Charles Morel as I went with him to the outer gate: “I don’t suppose you can tell me, but did my uncle know this lady well? I don’t see at what stage in his life I can fit her in exactly; and it interests me, because of M. Swann . . . ” “Why, if I wasn’t forgetting to tell you that my father asked me specially to draw your attention to that lady’s picture. As a matter of fact, she was ‘lunching’ with your uncle the last time you ever saw him. My father was in two minds whether to let you in. It seems you made a great impression on the wench, and she hoped to see more of you. But just at that time there was some trouble in the family, by what my father tells me, and you never set eyes on your uncle again.” He broke off with a smile of farewell, across the courtyard, at Jupien’s niece. She was watching him and admiring, no doubt, his thin face and regular features, his fair hair and sparkling eyes. I, as I gave him my hand, was thinking of Mme. Swann and saying to myself with amazement, so far apart, so different were they in my memory, that I should have henceforth to identify her with the ‘Lady in pink.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0M. de Charlus was not long in taking his place by the side of Mme. Swann. At every social gathering at which he appeared and, contemptuous towards the men, courted by the women, promptly attached himself to the smartest of the latter, whose garments he seemed almost to put on as an ornament to his own, the Baron’s frock coat or swallowtails made one think of a portrait by some great painter of a man dressed in black but having by his side, thrown over a chair, the brilliantly coloured cloak which he is about to wear at some costume ball. This partnership, generally with some royal lady, secured for M. de Charlus various privileges which he liked to enjoy. For instance, one result of it was that his hostesses, at theatricals or concerts, allowed the Baron alone to have a front seat, in a row of ladies, while the rest of the men were crowded together at the back of the room. And then besides, completely absorbed, it seemed, in repeating, at the top of his voice, amusing stories to the enraptured lady, M. de Charlus was dispensed from the necessity of going to shake hands with any of the others, was set free, in other words, from all social duties. Behind the scented barrier in which the beauty of his choice enclosed him, he was isolated amid a crowded drawing-room, as, in a crowded theatre or concert-hall, behind the rampart of a box; and when anyone came up to greet him, through, so to speak, the beauty of his companion, it was permissible for him to reply quite curtly and without interrupting his business of conversation with a lady. Certainly Mme. Swann was scarcely of the rank of the people with whom he liked thus to flaunt himself. But he professed admiration for her, friendship for Swann, he knew that she would be flattered by his attentions and was himself flattered at being compromised by the prettiest woman in the room\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis meanwhile was not too well pleased to receive a visit from M. de Charlus. He, while admitting serious defects in his aunt’s character, was genuinely fond of her. But every now and then, carried away by anger, by an imaginary grievance, he would sit down and write to her without making any attempt to resist his impulse, letters full of the most violent abuse, in which in made the most of trifling incidents which until then he seemed never even to have noticed. Among other examples I may instance the following, which my stay at Balbec brought to my knowledge-Mme. de Villeparisis, fearing that she had not brought enough money with her to Balbec to enable her to prolong her holiday there, and not caring since she was of a thrifty disposition and shrank from unnecessary expenditure, to have money sent to her from Paris, had borrowed three thousand francs from M. de Charlus. A month later, annoyed, for some trivial reason, with his aunt, he asked her to repay him this sum by telegraph. He received two thousand nine hundred and ninety-odd francs. Meeting his aunt a few days later in Paris, in the course of a friendly conversation, he drew her attention, with the utmost politeness, to the mistake that her banker had made when sending the money. “But there was no mistake,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis, “the money order cost six francs seventy-five.” “Oh, of course, if it was intentional, it is all right,” said M. de Charlus, “I mentioned it only in case you didn’t know, because in that case, if the bank had done the same thing with anyone who didn’t know you as well as I do, it might have led to unpleasantness.” “No, no, there was no mistake.” “After all, you were quite right,” M. de Charlus concluded easily, stooping to kiss his aunt’s hand. And in fact he bore no resentment and was only amused at this little instance of her thrift. But some time afterwards, imagining that, in a family matter, his aunt had been trying to get the better of him and had ‘worked up a regular conspiracy’ against him, as she took shelter, foolishly enough, behind the lawyers with whom he suspected her of having plotted to undo him, he had written her a letter boiling over with insolence and rage. “I shall not be satisfied with having my revenge,” he added as a postscript; “I shall take care to make you a laughing-stock. Tomorrow I shall tell everyone the story of the money order and the six francs seventy-five you kept back from me out of the three thousand I lent you; I shall disgrace you publicly.” Instead of so doing, he had gone to his aunt the next day to beg her pardon, having already regretted a letter in which he had used some really terrible language. But apart from this, to whom could he have told the story of the money order? Seeking no longer vengeance but a sincere reconciliation, now was the time for him to keep silence. But already he had repeated the story everywhere, while still on the best of terms with his aunt; he had told it without any malice, as a joke, and because he was the soul of indiscretion. He had repeated the story, but without Mme. de Villeparisis’s knowledge. With the result that, having learned from his letter that he intended to disgrace her by making public a transaction in which he had told her with his own lips that she had acted rightly, she concluded that he had been deceiving her from the first, and had lied when he pretended to be fond of her. This storm had now died down, but neither of them knew what opinion exactly the other had of her or him. This sort of intermittent quarrel is of course somewhat exceptional. Of a different order were the quarrels of Bloch and his friends. Of a dif — ferent order again were those of M. de Charlus, as we shall presently see, with people wholly unlike Mme. de Villeparisis. In spite of which we must bear in mind that the opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinsfolk, are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself. Whence all the rumours of divorce between couples who have always seemed so perfectly united and will soon afterwards speak of one another with affection, hence all the terrible things said by one friend of another from whom we supposed him to be inseparable and with whom we shall find him once more reconciled before we have had time to recover from our surprise; all the ruptures of alliances, after so short a time, between nations\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I say, my uncle and Mme. Swann are getting warm over there!” remarked Saint-Loup. “And look at Mamma in the innocence of her heart going across to disturb them. To the pure all things are pure, I suppose!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I studied M. de Charlus. The tuft of his grey hair, his eye, the brow of which was raised by his monocle to emit a smile, the red flowers in his buttonhole formed, so to speak, the three mobile apices of a convulsive and striking triangle. I had not ventured to bow to him, for he had given me no sign of recognition. And yet, albeit he had not turned his head in my direction, I was convinced that he had seen me; while he repeated some story to Mme. Swann, whose sumptuous, pansy-coloured cloak floated actually over the Baron’s knee, his roving eye, like that of a street hawker who is watching all the time for the ‘tecs’ to appear, had certainly explored every corner of the room and taken note of all the people who were in it. M. de Châtellerault came up to bid him good day without any indication on M. de Charlus’s face that he had seen the young Duke until he was actually standing in front of him. In this way, in fairly numerous gatherings such as this, M. de Charlus kept almost continuously on show a smile without any definite direction or particular object, which, pre-existing before the greetings of new arrivals, found itself, when these entered its zone, devoid of any indication of friendliness towards them. Nevertheless, it was obviously my duty to go across and speak to Mme. Swann. But as she was not certain whether I already knew Mme. de Marsantes and M. de Charlus, she was distinctly cold, fearing no doubt that I might ask her to introduce me to them. I then made my way to M. de Charlus, and at once regretted it, for though he could not have helped seeing me he shewed no sign whatsoever. As I stood before him and bowed I found standing out from his body, which it prevented me from approaching by the full length of his outstretched arm, a finger widowed, one would have said, of an episcopal ring, of which he appeared to be offering, for the kiss of the faithful, the consecrated site, and I was made to appear to have penetrated, without leave from the Baron and by an act of trespass for which he would hold me permanently responsible, the anonymous and vacant dispersion of his smile. This coldness was hardly of a kind to encourage Mme. Swann to melt from hers\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “How tired and worried you look,” said Mme. de Marsantes to her son who had come up to greet M. de Charlus\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And indeed the expression in Robert’s eyes seemed every minute to reach a depth from which it rose at once like a diver who has touched bottom This bottom which hurt Robert so when he touched it that he left it at once, to return to it a moment later, was the thought that he had quarrelled with his mistress\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Never mind,” his mother went on, stroking his cheek, “never mind; it’s good to see my little boy again.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But this show of affection seeming to irritate Robert, Mme. de Marsantes led her son away to the other end of the room where in an alcove hung with yellow silk a group of Beauvais armchairs massed their violet-hued tapestries like purple irises in a field of buttercups. Mme. Swann, finding herself alone and having realised that I was a friend of Saint-Loup, beckoned to me to come and sit beside her. Not having seen her for so long I did not know what to talk to her about. I was keeping an eye on my hat, among the crowd of hats that littered the carpet, and I asked myself with a vague curiosity to whom one of them could belong which was not that of the Duc de Guermantes and yet in the lining of which a capital ‘G’ was surmounted by a ducal coronet. I knew who everyone in the room was, and could not think of anyone whose hat this could possibly be\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What a pleasant man M. de Norpois is,” I said to Mme. Swann, looking at the Ambassador. “It is true, Robert de Saint-Loup says he’s a pest, but . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “He is quite right,” she replied\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Seeing from her face that she was thinking of something which she was keeping from me, I plied her with questions. For the satisfaction of appearing to be greatly taken up by some one in this room where she knew hardly anyone, she took me into a corner\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I am sure this is what M. de Saint-Loup meant,” she began, “but you must never tell him I said so, for he would think me indiscreet, and I value his esteem very highly; I am an ‘honest Injun,’ don’t you know. The other day, Charlus was dining at the Princesse de Guermantes’s; I don’t know how it was, but your name was mentioned. M. de Norpois seems to have told them — it’s all too silly for words, don’t go and worry yourself to death over it, nobody paid any attention, they all knew only too well the mischievous tongue that said it — that you were a hypocritical little flatterer.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I have recorded a long way back my stupefaction at the discovery that a friend of my father, such as M. de Norpois was, could have expressed himself thus in speaking of me. I was even more astonished to learn that my emotion on that evening long ago when I had asked him about Mme. Swann and Gilberte was known to the Princesse de Guermantes, whom I imagined never to have heard of my existence. Each of our actions, our words, our attitudes is cut off from the ‘world,’ from the people who have not directly perceived it, by a medium the permeability of which is of infinite variation and remains unknown to ourselves; having learned by experience that some important utterance which we eagerly hoped would be disseminated such as those so enthusiastic speeches which I used at one time to make to all comers and on every occasion on the subject of Mme. Swann has found itself, often simply on account of our anxiety, immediately hidden under a bushel, how immeasurably less do we suppose that some tiny word, which we ourselves have forgotten, or else a word never ottered by us but formed on its course by the imperfect refraction of a different word, can be transported without ever halting for any obstacle to infinite distances — in the present instance to the Princesse de Guermantes — and succeed in diverting at our expense the banquet of the gods. What we actually recall of our conduct remains unknown to our nearest neighbour; what we have forgotten that we ever said, or indeed what we never did say, flies to provoke hilarity even in another planet, and the image that other people form of our actions and behaviour is no more like that which we form of them ourselves, than is like an original drawing a spoiled copy in which, at one point, for a black line, we find an empty gap, and for a blank space an unaccountable contour. It may be, all the same, that what has not been transcribed is some non-existent feature which we behold merely in our purblind self-esteem, and that what seems to us added is indeed a part of ourselves, but so essential a part as to have escaped our notice. So that this strange print which seems to us to have so little resemblance to ourselves bears sometimes the same stamp of truth, scarcely flattering, indeed, but profound and useful, as a photograph taken by X-rays. Not that that is any reason why we should recognise ourselves in it. A man who is in the habit of smiling in the glass at his handsome face and stalwart figure, if you shew him their radiograph, will have, face to face with that rosary of bones, labelled as being the image of himself, the same suspicion of error as the visitor to an art gallery who, on coming to the portrait of a girl, reads in his catalogue: “Dromedary resting.” Later on, this discrepancy between our portraits, according as it was our own hand that drew them or another, I was to register in the case of others than myself, living placidly in the midst of a collection of photographs which they themselves had taken while round about them grinned frightful faces, invisible to them as a rule, but plunging them in stupor if an accident were to reveal them with the warning: “This is you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A few years earlier I should have been only too glad to tell Mme. Swann in what connexion I had fawned upon M. de Norpois, since the connexion had been my desire to know her. But I no longer felt this desire, I was no longer in love with Gilberte. On the other hand I had not succeeded in identifying Mme. Swann with the lady in pink of my childhood. Accordingly I spoke of the woman who was on my mind at the moment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Did you see the Duchesse de Guermantes just now?” I asked Mme. Swann\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But since the Duchess did not bow to Mme. Swann when they met, the latter chose to appear to regard her as a person of no importance, whose presence in a room one did not even remark\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I don’t know; I didn’t realise her,” she replied sourly, using an expression borrowed from England\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was anxious nevertheless for information with regard not only to Mme. de Guermantes but to all the people who came in contact with her, and for all the world like Bloch, with the tactlessness of people who seek in their conversation not to give pleasure to others but to elucidate, from sheer egoism, facts that are interesting to themselves, in my effort to form an exact idea of the life of Mme. de Guermantes I questioned Mme de Villeparisis about Mme. Leroi\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, yes, I know who’ you mean,” she replied with an affectation of contempt, “the daughter of those rich timber people. I’ve heard that she’s begun to go about quite a lot lately, but I must explain to you that I am rather old now to make new acquaintances. I have known such interesting such delightful people in my time that really I do not believe Mme. Lerol would be any addition to what I already have.” Mme. de Marsantes, who was playing lady in waiting to the Marquise, presented me to the Prince and, while she was still doing so, M. de Norpois also presented me in the most glowing terms. Perhaps he found it convenient to do me a courtesy which could in no way damage his credit since I had just been presented, perhaps it was because he thought that a foreigner, even so distinguished a foreigner, was unfamiliar with French society and might think that he was having introduced to him a young man of fashion, perhaps to exercise one of his prerogatives, that of adding the weight of his personal recommendation as an Ambassador, or in his taste for the archaic to revive in the Prince’s honour the old custom, flattering to his rank, that two sponsors were necessary if one wished to be presented\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis appealed to M. de Norpois, feeling it imperative that I should have his assurance that she had nothing to regret in not knowing Mme. Leroi\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Am I not right, M. l’Ambassadeur, Mme. Leroi is quite uninteresting, isn’t she, quite out of keeping with the people who come here; I was quite right not to make friends with her, wasn’t I?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Whether from independence or because he was tired, M. de Norpois replied merely in a bow full of respect but devoid of meaning\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Sir,” went on Mme. de Villeparisis with a laugh, “there are some absurd people in the world. Would you believe that I had a visit this afternoon from a gentleman who tried to persuade me that he found more pleasure in kissing my hand than a young woman’s?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I guessed at once that this was Legrandin. M. de Norpois smiled with a slight quiver of the eyelid, as though such a remark had been prompted by a concupiscence so natural that one could not find fault with the person who had uttered it, almost as though it were the beginning of a romance which he was prepared to forgive, if not to encourage, with the perverse indulgence of a Voisenon or the younger Crébillon\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Many young women’s hands would be incapable of doing what I see there,” said the Prince, pointing to Mme. de Villeparisis’s unfinished water-colours. And he asked her whether she had seen the flower paintings by Fantin-Latour which had recently been exhibited\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “They are of the first order, and indicate, as people say nowadays, a fine painter, one of the masters of the palette,” declared M. de Norpois; “I consider, all the same, that they stand no comparison with these, in which I find it easier to recognise the colouring of the flower.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Even supposing that the partiality of an old lover, the habit of flattering people, the critical standard admissible in a small circle, had dictated this speech to the ex-Ambassador, it proved upon what an absolute vacuum of true taste the judgment of people in society is based, so arbitrary that the smallest trifle can make it rush to the wildest absurdities, on the way to which it is stopped, held up by no genuinely felt impression\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I claim no credit for knowing about flowers, I’ve lived all my life among the fields,” replied Mme. de Villeparisis modestly. “But,” she added graciously, turning to the Prince, “if I did, when I was quite a girl, form a rather more serious idea of them than children generally do in the country, I owe that to a distinguished fellow-countryman of yours, Herr von Schlegel. I met him at Broglie, when I was staying there once with my aunt Cordelia Marshal de Castellane’s wife, don’t you know?. I remember so well M. Lebrun, M. de Salvandy, M. Doudan, getting him to talk about flowers. I was only a little girl, I wasn’t able to follow all he said. But he liked playing with me, and when he went back to your country he sent me a beautiful botany book to remind me of a drive we took together in a phaeton to the Val Richer, when I fell asleep on his knee. I have got the book still, and it taught me to observe many things about flowers which I should not have noticed otherwise. When Mme. de Barante published some of Mme. de Broglie’s letters, charming and affected like herself, I hoped to find among them some record of those conversations with Herr von Schlegel. But she was a woman who looked for nothing from nature but arguments in support of religion.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert called me away to the far end of the room where he and his mother were\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You have been good to me,” I said, “how can I thank you? Can we dine together to-morrow?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “To-morrow? Yes, if you like, but it will have to be with Bloch. I met him just now on the doorstep; he was rather stiff with me at first because I had quite forgotten to answer his last two letters. At least, he didn’t tell me that that was what had annoyed him, but I guessed it. But after that he was so friendly to me that I simply can’t disappoint him. Between ourselves, on his side at least, I can feel it’s a life and death friendship.” Nor do I consider that Robert was altogether mistaken. Furious detraction was often, with Bloch, the effect of a keen affection which he had supposed to be unreturned. And as he had little power of imagining the lives of other people, and never dreamed that one might have been ill, or away from home, or otherwise occupied, a week’s silence was at once interpreted by him as meaning a deliberate coldness. And so I have never believed that his most violent outbursts as a friend, or in later years as a writer, went very deep. They rose to a paroxysm if one replied to them with an icy dignity, or by a platitude which encouraged him to redouble his onslaught, but yielded often to a warmly sympathetic attitude. “As for being good,” went on Saint-Loup, “you say I have been to you, but I haven’t been good at all, my aunt tells me that it’s you who avoid her, that you never said a word to her. She wondered whether you had anything against her.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Fortunately for myself, if I had been taken in by this speech, our departure, which I believed to be imminent, for Balbec would have prevented my making any attempt to see Mme. Guermantes again, to assure her that I had nothing against her, and so to put her under the necessity of proving that it was she who had something against me. But I had only to remind myself that she had not even offered to let me see her Elstirs. Besides, this was not a disappointment; I had never expected her to begin talking to me about them; I knew that I did not appeal to her, that I need have no hope of ever making her like me; the most that I had been able to look forward to was that, thanks to her kindness, I might there and then receive, since I should not be seeing her again before I left Paris, an entirely pleasing impression, which I could take with me to Balbec indefinitely prolonged, intact, instead of a memory broken by anxiety and sorrow\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Marsantes kept on interrupting her conversation with Robert to tell me how often he had spoken to her about me, how fond he was of me; she treated me with a deference which almost hurt me because I felt it to be prompted by her fear of being embroiled, on my account, with this son whom she had not seen all day, with whom she was eager to be alone, and over whom she must accordingly have supposed that the influence which she wielded was not equal to and must conciliate mine. Having heard me, earlier in the afternoon, make some reference to Bloch’s uncle, M. Nissim Bernard, Mme. de Marsantes inquired whether it was he who had at one time lived at Nice\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “In that case, he knew M. de Marsantes there before our marriage,” she told me. “My husband used often to speak of him as an excellent man, with such a delicate, generous nature.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “To think that for once in his life he wasn’t lying! It’s incredible,” would have been Bloch’s comment\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0All this time I should have liked to explain to Mme. de Marsantes that Robert felt infinitely more affection for her than for myself, and that had she shewn any hostility towards me it was not in my nature to attempt to set him against her, to detach him from her. But now that Mme. de Guermantes had left the room, I had more leisure to observe Robert, and I noticed then for the first time that, once again, a sort of flood of anger seemed to be coursing through him, rising to the surface of his stern and sombre features. I was afraid lest, remembering the scene in the theatre that afternoon, he might be feeling humiliated in my presence at having allowed himself to be treated so harshly by his mistress without making any rejoinder\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Suddenly he broke away from his mother, who had put her arm round his neck, and, coming towards me, led me behind the little flower-strewn counter at which Mme. de Villeparisis had resumed her seat, making a sign to me to follow him into the smaller room. I was hurrying after him when M. de Charlus, who must have supposed that I was leaving the house, turned abruptly from Prince von Faffenheim, to whom he had been talking, and made a rapid circuit which brought him face to face with me. I saw with alarm that he had taken the hat in the lining of which were a capital ‘G’ and a ducal coronet. In the doorway into the little room he said, without looking at me:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “As I see that you have taken to going into society, you must do me the pleasure of coming to see me. But it’s a little complicated,” he went on with a distracted, calculating air, as if the pleasure had been one that he was afraid of not securing again once he had let slip the opportunity of arranging with me the means by which it might be realised. “I am very seldom at home; you will have to write to me. But I should prefer to explain things to you more quietly. I am just going. Will you walk a short way with me? I shall only keep you a moment.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You’d better take care, sir,” I warned him; “you have picked up the wrong hat by mistake.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Do you want to stop me taking my own hat?” I assumed, a similar mishap having recently occurred to myself, that someone else having taken his hat he had seized upon one at random, so as not to go home bare-headed, and that I had placed him in a difficulty by exposing his stratagem. I told him that I must say a few words to Saint-Loup. “He is still talking to that idiot the Duc de Guermantes,” I added. “That really is charming; I shall tell my brother.” “Oh! you think that would interest M. de Charlus?” I imagined that, if he had a brother, that brother must be called Charlus also. Saint-Loup had indeed explained his family tree to me at Balbec, but I had forgotten the details. “Who has been talking to you about M. de Charlus?” replied the Baron in an arrogant tone. “Go to Robert.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I hear,” he went on, “that you took part this morning in one of those orgies that he has with a woman who is disgracing him. You would do well to use your influence with him to make him realise the pain he is causing his poor mother, and all of us, by dragging our name in the dirt.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I should have liked to reply that at this degrading luncheon the conversation had been entirely about Emerson, Ibsen and Tolstoy, and that the young woman had lectured Robert to make him drink nothing but water. In the hope of bringing some balm to Robert, whose pride had, I felt, been wounded, I sought to find an excuse for his mistress. I did not know that at that moment, in spite of his anger with her, it was on himself that he was heaping reproaches. But it always happens, even in quarrels between a good man and a worthless woman, and when the right is all on one side, that some trifle crops up which enables the woman to appear not to have been in the wrong on one point. And as she ignores all the other points, the moment the man begins to feel the need of her company, or is demoralised by separation from her, his weakness will make his conscience more exacting, he will remember the absurd reproaches that have been flung at him and will ask himself whether they have not some foundation in fact\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I’ve come to the conclusion I was wrong about that matter of the necklace,” Robert said to me. “Of course, I never meant for a moment to do anything wrong, but, I know very well, other people don’t look at things in the same way as oneself. She had a very hard time when she was young. In her eyes, I was bound to appear just the rich man who thinks he can get anything he wants with his money, and with whom a poor person cannot compete, whether in trying to influence Boucheron or in a lawsuit. Of course she has been horribly cruel to me, when I have never thought of anything but her good. But I do see clearly, she believes that I wanted to make her feel that one could keep a hold on her with money, and that’s not true. And she’s so fond of me; what must she be thinking of me? Poor darling, if you only knew, she has such charming ways, I simply can’t tell you, she has often done the most adorable things for me. How wretched she must be feeling now! In any case, whatever happens in the long run, I don’t want to let her think me a cad; I shall dash off to Boucheron’s and get the necklace. You never know; very likely when she sees me with it, she will admit that she’s been in the wrong. Don’t you see, it’s the idea that she is suffering at this moment that I can’t bear. What one suffers oneself one knows; that’s nothing. But with her — to say to oneself that she’s suffering and not to be able to form any idea of what she feels — I think I shall go mad in a minute — I’d much rather never see her again than let her suffer. She can be happy without me, if she must; that’s all I ask. Listen; you know, to me everything that concerns her is enormously important, it becomes something cosmic; I shall run to the jeweller’s and then go and ask her to forgive me. But until I get down there what will she be thinking of me? If she could only know that I was on my way! What about your going down there and telling her? For all we know, that might settle the whole business. Perhaps,” he went on with a smile, as though he hardly ventured to believe in so idyllic a possibility, “we can all three dine together in the country. But we can’t tell yet. I never know how to handle her. Poor child. I shall perhaps only hurt her more than ever. Besides, her decision may be irrevocable.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert swept me back to his mother\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Good-bye,” he said to her. “I’ve got to go now. I don’t know when I shall get leave again. Probably not for a month. I shall write as soon as I know myself.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Certainly Robert was not in the least of the type of son who, when he goes out with his mother, feels that an attitude of exasperation towards her ought to balance the smiles and bows which he bestows on strangers. Nothing is more common than this odious form of vengeance on the part of those who appear to believe that rudeness to one’s own family is the natural complement to one’s ceremonial behaviour. Whatever the wretched mother may say, her son, as though he had been taken to the house against his will and wished to make her pay dearly for his presence, refutes immediately, with an ironical, precise, cruel contradiction, the timidly ventured assertion; the mother at once conforms, though without thereby disarming him, to the opinion of this superior being of whom she will continue to boast to everyone, when he is not present, as having a charming nature, and who all the same spares her none of his keenest thrusts. Saint-Loup was not at all like this; but the anguish which Rachel’s absence provoked in him brought it about that, for different reasons, he was no less harsh with his mother than the sons I have been describing are with theirs. And as she listened to him I saw the same throb, like that of a mighty wing, which Mme. de Marsantes had been unable to repress when her son first entered the room, convulse her whole body once again; but this time it was an anxious face, eyes wide with grief that she fastened on him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What, Robert, you’re going away? Seriously? My little son! The one day I’ve seen anything of you!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And then quite softly, in the most natural tone, in a voice from which she strove to banish all sadness so as not to inspire her son with a pity which would perhaps have been painful to him, or else useless and might serve only to irritate him, like an argument prompted by plain common sense she added:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You know, it’s not at all nice of you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But to this simplicity she added so much timidity, to shew him that she was not trespassing on his freedom, so much affection, so that he should not reproach her with spoiling his pleasures, that Saint-Loup could not fail to observe in himself as it were the possibility of a similar wave of affection, that was to say an obstacle to his spending the evening with his lady. And so he grew angry\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It’s unfortunate, but, nice or not, that’s how it is.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And he heaped on his mother the reproaches which no doubt he felt that he himself perhaps deserved; thus it is that egoists have always the last word; having laid down at the start that their determination is unshakeable, the more the sentiment in them to which one appeals to make them abandon it is touched, the more fault they find, not with themselves who resist the appeal but with those persons who put them under the necessity of resisting it, with the result that their own firmness may be carried to the utmost degree of cruelty, which only aggravates all the more in their eyes the culpability of the person who is so indelicate as to be hurt, to be in the right, and to cause them thus treacherously the pain of acting against their natural instinct of pity. But of her own accord Mme. de Marsantes ceased to insist, for she felt that she would not be able to keep him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I shall leave you here,” he said to me, “but you’re not to keep him long, Mamma, because he’s got to go somewhere else in a minute.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was fully aware that my company could not afford any pleasure to Mme. de Marsantes, but I preferred, by not going with Robert, not to let her suppose that I was involved in these pleasures which deprived her of him. I should have liked to find some excuse for her son’s conduct, less from affection for him than from pity tor her. But it was she who spoke first\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Poor boy,” she began, “I am sure I must have hurt him dreadfully. You see, Sir, mothers are such selfish creatures, after all he hasn’t many pleasures, he comes so little to Paris. Oh, dear, if he hadn’t gone already I should have liked to stop him, not to keep him of course, but just to tell him that I’m not vexed with him, that I think he was quite right. Will you excuse me if I go and look over the staircase?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I accompanied her there\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Robert! Robert!” she called. “No; he’s gone; we are too late.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At that moment I would as gladly have undertaken a mission to make Robert break with his mistress as, a few hours earlier, to make him go and live with her altogether. In one case Saint-Loup would have regarded me as a false friend, in the other his family would have called me his evil genius. Yet I was the same man, at an interval of a few hours\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We returned to the drawing-room. Seeing that Saint-Loup was not with us, Mme. de Villeparisis exchanged with M. de Norpois that dubious, derisive and not too pitying glance with which people point out to one another an over-jealous wife or an over-loving mother spectacles which to outsiders are amusing, as much as to say: “There now, there’s been trouble.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert went to his mistress, taking with him the splendid ornament which, after what had been said on both sides, he ought not to have given her. But it came to the same thing, for she would not look at it, and even after their reconciliation he could never persuade her to accept it. Certain of Robert’s friends thought that these proofs of disinterestedness which she furnished were deliberately planned to draw him closer to her. And yet she was not greedy about money, except perhaps to be able to spend it without thought. I have seen her bestow recklessly on people whom she believed to be in need the most insensate charity. “At this moment,” Robert’s friends would say to him, seeking to balance by their malicious words a disinterested action on Rachel’s part, “at this moment she will be in the promenade at the Folies-Bergères. She’s an enigma, that girl is, a regular sphinx.” After all, how many women who are not disinterested, since they are kept by men, have we not seen, with a delicacy that flowers from their sordid existence, set with their own hands a thousand little limits to the generosity of their lovers?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Robert knew of scarcely any of the infidelities of his mistress, and tortured his mind over what were mere nothings compared with the real life of Rachel, a life which began every day only after he had left her. He knew of scarcely any of these infidelities. One could have told him of them without shaking his confidence in Rachel. For it is a charming law of nature which manifests itself in the heart of the most complex social organisms, that we live in perfect ignorance of those we love. On one side of the mirror the lover says to himself: “She is an angel, she will never yield herself to me, I may as well die — and yet she does care for me; she cares so much that perhaps — but no, it can never possibly happen.” And in the exaltation of his desire, in the anguish of waiting, what jewels he flings at the feet of this woman, how he runs to borrow money to save her from inconvenience; meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, through which their conversation will no more carry than that which visitors exchange outside the glass wall of an aquarium, the public are saying: “You don’t know her? I congratulate you, she has robbed, in fact ruined I don’t know how many men. There isn’t a worse girl in Paris. She’s a common swindler. And cunning isn’t the word!” And perhaps the public are not entirely wrong in their use of the last epithet, for indeed the sceptical man who is not really in love with the woman and whom she merely attracts says to his friends: “No, no, my dear fellow, she is not in the least a prostitute; I don’t say she hasn’t had an adventure or two in her time, but she’s not a woman one pays, she’d be a damned sight too expensive if she was. With her it’s fifty thousand francs or nothing.” Well, he has spent fifty thousand francs on her, he has had her once, but she finding, moreover, a willing accomplice in the man himself has managed to persuade him that he is one of those who have had her for nothing. Such is society, in which every one of us has two aspects, in which the most obvious, the most notorious faults will never be known by a certain other person save embedded in, under the protection of a shell, a smooth cocoon, a delicious curiosity of nature. There were in Paris two thoroughly respectable men to whom Saint-Loup no longer bowed, and could not refer without a tremor in his voice, calling them exploiters of women: this was because they had both been ruined by Rachel\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I blame myself for one thing only,” Mme. de Marsantes murmured in my ear, “and that was my telling him that he wasn’t nice to me. He, such an adorable, unique son, there’s no one else like him in the world, the only time I see him, to have told him he wasn’t nice to me, I would far rather he’d beaten me, because I am sure that whatever pleasure he may be having this evening, and he hasn’t many, will be spoiled for him by that unfair word. But, Sir, I mustn’t keep you, since you’re in a hurry.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Anxiously, Mme. de Marsantes bade me good-bye. These sentiments bore upon Robert; she was sincere. But she ceased to be, to become a great lady once more\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I have been so interested, so glad to have this little talk with you. Thank you! Thank you!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And with a humble air she fastened on me a look of gratitude, of exhilaration, as though my conversation were one of the keenest pleasures that she had experienced in her life. These charming glances went very well with the black flowers on her white skirt; they were those of a great lady who knew her business\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But I am in no hurry,” I replied; “besides, I must wait for M. de Charlus; I am going with him.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis overheard these last words. They appeared to vex her. Had the matter in question not been one which could not possibly give rise to such a sentiment, it might have struck me that what seemed to be at that moment alarmed in Mme. de Villeparisis was her modesty. But this hypothesis never even entered my mind. I was delighted with Mme. de Guermantes, with Saint-Loup, with Mme. de Marsantes, with M. de Charlus, with Mme. de Villeparisis; I did not stop to reflect, and I spoke light-heartedly and at random\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You’re going from here with my nephew Palamède?” she asked me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Thinking that it might produce a highly favourable impression on Mme. de Villeparisis if she learned that I was on intimate terms with a nephew whom she esteemed so greatly, “He has asked me to go home with him,” I answered blithely. “I am so glad. Besides, we are greater friends than you think, and I’ve quite made up my mind that we’re going to be better friends still.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0From being vexed, Mme. de Villeparisis seemed to have grown anxious. “Don’t wait for him,” she said to me, with a preoccupied air. “He is talking to M. de Faffenheim. He’s certain to have forgotten what he said to you. You’d much better go, now, quickly, while his back is turned.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The first emotion shewn by Mme. de Villeparisis would have suggested, but for the circumstances, offended modesty. Her insistence, her opposition might well, if one had studied her face alone, have appeared to be dictated by virtue. I was not, myself, in any hurry to join Robert and his mistress. But Mme. de Villeparisis seemed to make such a point of my going that, thinking perhaps that she had some important business to discuss with her nephew, I bade her good-bye. Next to her M. de Guermantes, superb and Olympian, was ponderously seated. One would have said that the notion omnipresent in all his members, of his vast riches gave him a particular high density, as though they had been melted in a crucible into a single human ingot to form this man whose value was so immense. At the moment of my saying good-bye to him he rose politely from his seat, and I could feel the dead weight of thirty millions which his old-fashioned French breeding set in motion, raised, until it stood before me. I seemed to be looking at that statue of Olympian Zeus which Phidias is said to have cast in solid gold. Such was the power that good breeding had over M. de Guermantes over the body of M. de Guermantes at least, for it had not an equal mastery over the ducal mind. M. de Guermantes laughed at his own jokes, but did not unbend to other people’s\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As I went downstairs I heard behind me a voice calling out to me:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “So this is how you wait for me, is it?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It was M. de Charlus\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You don’t mind if we go a little way on foot?” he asked dryly, when we were in the courtyard. “We can walk until I find a cab that suits me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You wished to speak to me about something, Sir?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh yes, as a matter of fact there were some things I wished to say to you, but I am not so sure now whether I shall. As far as you are concerned, I am sure that they might be the starting-point which would lead you to inestimable benefits. But I can see also that they would bring into my existence, at an age when one begins to value tranquillity, a great loss of time, great inconvenience. I ask myself whether you are worth all the pains that I should have to take with you, and I have not the pleasure of knowing you well enough to be able to say. Perhaps also to you yourself what I could do for you does not appear sufficiently attractive for me to give, myself so much trouble, for I repeat quite frankly that for me it can only be trouble.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I protested that, in that case, he must not dream of it. This summary end to the discussion did not seem to be to his liking\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That sort of politeness means nothing,” he rebuked me coldly. “There is nothing so pleasant as to give oneself trouble for a person who is worth one’s while. For the best of us, the study of the arts, a taste for old things, collections, gardens are all mere ersatz, succedanea, alibis. In the heart of our tub, like Diogenes, we cry out for a man. We cultivate begonias, we trim yews, as a last resort, because yews and begonias submit to treatment. But we should like to give our time to a plant of human growth, if we were sure that he was worth the trouble. That is the whole question: you must know something about yourself. Are you worth my trouble or not?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I would not for anything in the world, Sir, be a cause of anxiety to you,” I said to him, “but so far as I am concerned you may be sure that everything which comes to me from you will be a very great pleasure to me. I am deeply touched that you should be so kind as to take notice of me in this way and try to help me.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Greatly to my surprise, it was almost with effusion that he thanked me for this speech, slipping his arm through mine with that intermittent familiarity which had already struck me at Balbec, and was in such contrast to the coldness of his tone\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “With the want of consideration common at your age,” he told me, “you are liable to say things at times which would open an unbridgeable gulf between us. What you have said just now, on the other hand, is exactly the sort of thing that touches me, and makes me want to do a great deal for you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As he walked arm in arm with me and uttered these words, which, albeit tinged with contempt, were so affectionate, M. de Charlus now fastened his gaze on me with that intense fixity which had struck me the first morning, when I saw him outside the casino at Balbec, and indeed many years before that, through the pink hawthorns, standing beside Mme. Swann, whom I supposed then to be his mistress, in the park at Tansonville; now let it stray around him and examine the cabs which at this time of the day were passing in considerable numbers on the way to their stables, looking so determinedly at them that several stopped, the drivers supposing that he wished to engage them. But M. de Charlus immediately dismissed them\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “They’re not what I want,” he explained to me, “it’s all a question of the colour of their lamps, and the direction they’re going in. I hope, Sir,” he went on, “that you will not in any way misinterpret the purely disinterested and charitable nature of the proposal which I am going to make to you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was struck by the similarity of his diction to Swann’s, closer now than at Balbec\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You have enough intelligence, I suppose, not to imagine that it is from want of society, from any fear of solitude and boredom that I have recourse to you. I do not, as a rule, care to talk about myself, but you may possibly have heard — it was alluded to in a leading article in The Times, which made a considerable impression — that the Emperor of Austria, who has always honoured me with his friendship, and is good enough to insist on keeping up terms of cousinship with me, declared the other day in an interview which was made public that if the Comte de Chambord had had by his side a man as thoroughly conversant with the undercurrents of European politics as myself he would be King of France to-day. I have often thought, Sir, that there was in me, thanks not to my own humble talents but to circumstances which you may one day have occasion to learn, a sort of secret record of incalculable value, of which I have not felt myself at liberty to make use, personally, but which would be a priceless acquisition to a young man to whom I would hand over in a few months what it has taken me more than thirty years to collect, what I am perhaps alone in possessing. I do not speak of the intellectual enjoyment which you would find in learning certain secrets which a Michelet of our day would give years of his life to know, and in the light of which certain events would assume for him an entirely different aspect. And I do not speak only of events that have already occurred, but of the chain of circumstances.” This was a favourite expression with M. de Charlus, and often, when he used it, he joined his hands as if in prayer, but with his fingers stiffened, as though to illustrate by their complexity the said circumstances, which he did not specify, and the chain that linked them. “I could give you an explanation that no one has dreamed of, not only of the past but of the future.” M. de Charlus broke off to question me about Bloch, whom he had heard discussed, though without appearing to be listening, in his aunt’s drawing-room. And with that ironical accent he so skilfully detached what he was saying that he seemed to be thinking of something else altogether and to be speaking mechanically, simply out of politeness. He asked if my friend was young, good looking and so forth. Bloch, if he had heard him would have been more puzzled even than with M. de Norpois, but for very different reasons, to know whether M. de Charlus was for or against Drey, fus. “It is not a bad idea, if you wish to learn about life,” went on M. de Charlus when he had finished questioning me, “to include among your friends an occasional foreigner.” I replied that Bloch was French. “Indeed,” said M. de Charlus, “I took him to be a Jew.” His assertion of this incompatibility made me suppose that M. de Charlus was more anti-Dreyfusard than anyone I had met. He protested, however, against the charge of treason levelled against Dreyfus. But his protest took this form: “I understand the newspapers to say that Dreyfus has committed a crime against his country — so I understand, I pay no attention to the newspapers, I read them as I wash my hands, without finding that it is worth my while to take any interest in what I am doing. In any case, the crime is non-existent, your friend’s compatriot would have committed a crime if he had betrayed Judaea, but what has he to do with France?” I pointed out that if there should be a war the Jews would be mobilised just as much as anyone else. “Perhaps so, and I am not sure that it would not be an imprudence. If we bring over Senegalese and Malagasies, I hardly suppose that their hearts will be in the task of defending France, which is only natural. Your Dreyfus might rather be convicted of a breach of the laws of hospitality. But we need not discuss that. Perhaps you could ask your friend to allow me to be present at some great festival in the Temple, at a circumcision, with Jewish chants. He might perhaps take a hall, and give me some biblical entertainment, as the young ladies of Saint-Cyr performed scenes taken from the Psalms by Racine, to amuse Louis XIV. You might even arrange parties to give us a good laugh. For instance a battle between your friend and his father, in which he would smite him as David smote Goliath. That would make quite an amusing farce. He might even, while he was about it, deal some stout blows at his hag or, as my old nurse would say, his ‘haggart’ of a mother. That would be an excellent show, and would not be unpleasing to us, eh, my young friend, since we like exotic spectacles, and to thrash that non-European creature would be giving a well-earned punishment to an old camel.” As he poured out this terrible, almost insane language, M. de Charlus squeezed my arm until it ached. I reminded myself of all that his family had told me of his wonderful kindness to this old nurse, whose Molièresque vocabulary he had just quoted, and thought to myself that the connexions, hitherto, I felt, little studied, between goodness and wickedness in the same heart, various as they might be, would be an interesting subject for research\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I warned him that, anyhow, Mme. Bloch no longer existed, while as for M. Bloch, I questioned to what extent he would enjoy a sport which might easily result in his being blinded. M. de Charlus seemed annoyed. “That,” he said, “is a woman who made a great mistake in dying. As for blinding him, surely the Synagogue is blind, it does not perceive the truth of the Gospel. In any case, think, at this moment, when all these unhappy Jews are trembling before the stupid fury of the Christians, what an honour it would be for him to see a man like myself condescend to be amused by their sports.” At this point I caught sight of M. Bloch senior, who was coming towards us, probably on his way to meet his son. He did not see us but I offered to introduce him to M. de Charlus. I had no conception of the torrent of rage which my words were to let loose. “Introduce him to me! But you must have singularly little idea of social values! People do not get to know me as easily as that. In the present instance, the awkwardness would be twofold, on account of the youth of the introducer and the unworthiness of the person introduced. At the most, if I am ever permitted to enjoy the Asiatic spectacle which I suggested to you, I might address to the horrible creature a few words indicative of generous feeling. But on condition that he allows himself to be thoroughly thrashed by his son, I might go so far as to express my satisfaction.” As it happened, M. Bloch paid no attention to us. He was occupied in greeting Mme. Sazerat with a series of sweeping bows, which were very favourably received. I was surprised at this, for in the old days at Combray she had been indignant at my parents for having young Bloch in the house, so anti-semitic was she then. But Dreyfusism, like a strong gust of wind, had, a few days before this, wafted M. Bloch to her feet. My father’s friend had found Mme. Sazerat charming and was particularly gratified by the anti-semitism of the lady, which he regarded as a proof of the sincerity of her faith and the soundness of her Dreyfusard opinions, and also as enhancing the value of the call which she had authorised him to pay her. He had not even been offended when she had said to him stolidly: “M. Drumont has the impudence to put the Revisionists in the same bag as the Protestants and the Jews. A delightful promiscuity!” “Bernard,” he had said with pride, on reaching home, to M. Nissim Bernard, “you know, she has that prejudice!” But M. Nissim Bernard had said nothing, only raising his eyes to heaven in an angelic gaze. Saddened by the misfortunes of the Jews, remembering his old friendships with Christians, grown mannered and precious with increasing years, for reasons which the reader will learn in due course, he had now the air of a pre-Raphaelite ghost on to which hair had been incongruously grafted, like threads in the heart of an opal. “All this Dreyfus business,” went on the Baron, still clasping me by the arm, “has only one drawback. It destroys society I do not say polite society; society has long ceased to deserve that laudatory epithet by the influx of Mr. and Mrs. Camels and Camelfies and Camelyards, astonishing creatures whom I find even in the houses of my own cousins, because they belong to the Patrie Française, or the Anti-Jewish, or some such league, as if a political opinion entitled one to any social qualification.” This frivolity in M. de Charlus brought out his family likeness to the Duchesse de Guermantes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I remarked to him on the resemblance. As he appeared to think that I did not know her, I reminded him of the evening at the Opera when he had seemed to be trying to avoid me. He assured me with such insistence that he had never even seen me there that I should have begun to believe him, if presently a trifling incident had not led me to think that M. de Charlus, in his excessive pride perhaps, did not care to be seen with me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Let us return to yourself,” he said, “and my plans for you. There exists among certain men, Sir, a freemasonry of which I cannot now say more than that it numbers in its ranks four of the reigning sovereigns of Europe Now, the courtiers of one of these are trying to cure him of his fancy. That is a very serious matter, and may bring us to war. Yes, Sir, that is a fact You remember the story of the man who believed that he had the Princess of China shut up in a bottle. It was a form of insanity. He was cured of it, But as soon as he ceased to be mad he became merely stupid. There are maladies which we must not seek to cure because they alone protect us from others that are more serious. A cousin of mine had trouble with his stomach; he could not digest anything. The most learned specialists on the stomach treated him, with no effect. I took him to a certain doctor another highly interesting man, by the way, of whom I could tell you a great deal. He guessed at once that the trouble was nervousness; he persuaded his patient, ordered him to eat whatever he liked quite boldly and assured him that his digestion would stand it. But my cousin had nephritis also. What the stomach can digest perfectly well the kidneys cease, after a time, to eliminate, and my cousin, instead of living to a good old age with an imaginary disease of the stomach which obliged him to keep to a diet, died at forty with his stomach cured but his kidneys ruined. Given a very considerable advantage over people of your age, for all one knows, you will perhaps become what some eminent man of the past might have been if a good angel had revealed to him, in the midst of a humanity that knew nothing of them, the secrets of steam and electricity. Do not be foolish, do not refuse from discretion. Understand that, if I do you a great service, I expect my reward from you to be no less great. It is many years now since people in society ceased to interest me. I have but one passion left, to seek to redeem the mistakes of my life by conferring the benefit of my knowledge on a soul that is still virgin and capable of being inflamed by virtue. I have had great sorrows, Sir, of which I may tell you perhaps some day; I have lost my wife, who was the loveliest, the noblest, the most perfect creature that one could dream of seeing. I have young relatives who are not — I do not say worthy, but who are not capable of accepting the moral heritage of which I have been speaking. For all I know, you may be he into whose hands it is to pass, he whose life I shall be able to direct and to raise to so lofty a plane. My own would gain in return. Perhaps in teaching you the great secrets of diplomacy I might recover a taste for them myself, and begin at last to do things of real interest in which you would have an equal share. But before I can tell I must see you often, very often, every day.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was thinking of taking advantage of this unexpected kindness on M. de Charlus’s part to ask him whether he could not arrange for me to meet his sister-in-law when, suddenly, I felt my arm violently jerked, as though by an electric shock. It was M. de Charlus who had hurriedly withdrawn his arm from mine. Although as he talked he had allowed his eyes to wander in all directions he had only just caught sight of M. d’Argencourt, who was coming towards us from a side street. On seeing us, M. d’Argencourt appeared worried, cast at me a look of distrust, almost that look intended for a creature of another race than one’s own with which Mme. de Guermantes had quizzed Bloch, and tried to avoid us. But one would have said that M. de Charlus was determined to shew him that he was not at all anxious not to be seen by him, for he called to him, simply to tell him something that was of no importance. And fearing perhaps that M. d’Argencourt had not recognised me, M. de Charlus informed him that I was a great friend of Mme. de Villeparisis, of the Duchesse de Guermantes, of Robert de Saint-Loup, and that he himself, Charlus, was an old friend of my grandmother, and glad to be able to shew her grandson a little of the affection that he felt for her. Nevertheless I observed that M. d’Argencourt, albeit I had barely been introduced to him at Mme. de Villeparisis’s, and M. de Charlus had now spoken to him at great length about my family, was distinctly colder to me than he had been in the afternoon; and for a long time he shewed the same aloofness whenever we met. He watched me now with a curiosity in which there was no sign of friendliness, and seemed even to have to overcome an instinctive repulsion when, on leaving us, after a moment’s hesitation, he held out a hand to me which he at once withdrew\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I am sorry about that,” said M. de Charlus. “That fellow Argencourt, well born but ill bred, more than feeble as a diplomat, an impossible husband, always running after women like a person in a play, is one of those men who are incapable of understanding but perfectly capable of destroying the things in life that are really great. I hope that our friendship will be one of them, if it is ever to be formed, and I hope also that you will honour me by keeping it — as I shall — well clear of the heels of any of those donkeys who, from idleness or clumsiness or deliberate wickedness trample upon what would seem to have been made to endure. Unfortunately, that is the mould in which most of the men one meets have been cast.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “The Duchesse de Guermantes seems to be very clever. We were talking this afternoon about the possibility of war. It appears that she is specially well informed on that subject.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “She is nothing of the sort,” replied M. de Charlus tartly. “Women, and most men, for that matter, understand nothing of what I was going to tell you. My sister-in-law is a charming woman who imagines that we are still living in the days of Balzac’s novels, when women had an influence on Politics. Going to her house could at present have only a bad effect on you, as for that matter going anywhere. That was one of the very things I was just going to tell you when that fool interrupted me. The first sacrifice that you must make for me — I shall claim them from you in proportion to the gifts I bestow on you — is to give up going into society. It distressed me this afternoon to see you at that idiotic tea-party. You may remind me that I Was there myself, but for me it was not a social gathering, it was simply a family visit. Later on, when you have established your position, if it amuses you to step down for a little into that sort of thing, it may perhaps, do no harm. And then, I need not point out how invaluable I can be to you. The ‘Open Sesame’ to the Guermantes house and any others that it is worth while throwing open the doors of to you, rests with me I shall be the judge, and intend to remain master of the situation.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I thought I would take advantage of what M. de Charlus had said about my call on Mme. de Villeparisis to try to find out what position exactly she occupied in society, but the question took another form on my lips than I had intended, and I asked him instead what the Villeparisis family was\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “That is absolutely as though you had asked me what the Nobody family was,” replied M. de Charlus. “My aunt married, for love, a M Thirion, who was extremely rich, for that matter, and whose sisters had married surprisingly well; and from that day onwards he called himself Marquis de Villeparisis. It did no harm to anyone, at the most a little to himself, and very little! What his reason was I cannot tell; I suppose he was actually a ‘Monsieur de Villeparisis,’ a gentleman born at Villeparisis, which as you know is the name of a little place outside Paris. My aunt tried to make out that there was such a Marquisate in the family, she wanted to put things on a proper footing; I can’t tell you why. When one takes a name to which one has no right it is better not to copy the regular forms.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mme. de Villeparisis being merely Mme. Thirion completed the fall which had begun in my estimation of her when I had seen the composite nature of her party. I felt it to be unfair that a woman whose title and name were of quite recent origin should be able thus to impose upon her contemporaries, with the prospect of similarly imposing upon posterity, by virtue of her friendships with royal personages. Now that she had become once again what I had supposed her to be in my childhood, a person who had nothing aristocratic about her, these distinguished kinsfolk who gathered round her seemed to remain alien to her. She did not cease to be charming to us all. I went occasionally to see her and she sent me little presents from time to time. But I had never any impression that she belonged to the Faubourg Saint-Germain, and if I had wanted any information about it she would have been one of the last people to whom I should have applied\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “At present,” went on M. de Charlus, “by going into society, you will only damage your position, warp your intellect and character. Also, you must be particularly careful in choosing your friends. Keep mistresses, if your family have no objection, that doesn’t concern me, indeed I can only advise it, you young rascal, young rascal who will soon have to start shaving,” he rallied me, passing his fingers over my chin. “But the choice of your men friends is more important. Eight out of ten young men are little scoundrels, little wretches capable of doing you an injury which you will never be able to repair. Wait, now, my nephew Saint-Loup is quite a suitable companion for you, at a pinch. As far as your future is concerned, he can be of no possible use to you, but for that I am sufficient. And really when all’s said and done, as a person to go about with, at times when you have had enough of me, he does not seem to present any serious drawback that I know of. At any rate he is a man, not one of those effeminate creatures one sees so many of nowadays, who look like little renters, and at any moment may bring their innocent victims to the gallows.” I did not know the meaning of this slang word ‘renter’; anyone who had known it would have been as greatly surprised by his use of it as myself. People in society always like talking slang, and people against whom certain things may be hinted like to shew that they are not afraid to mention them. A proof of innocence in their eyes. But they have lost their sense of proportion, they are no longer capable of realising the point at which a certain pleasantry will become too technical, too shocking, will be a proof rather of corruption than of simplicity. “He is not like the rest of them; he has nice manners; he is really serious.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I could not help smiling at this epithet ‘serious,’ to which the intonation that M. de Charlus gave to it seemed to impart the sense of ‘virtuous,’ of ‘steady,’ as one says of a little shop-girl that she is ‘serious.’ At this moment a cab passed, zigzagging along the street; a young cabman, who had deserted his box, was driving it from inside, where he lay sprawling upon the cushions, apparently half drunk. M. de Charlus instantly stopped him. The driver began to argue\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Which way are you going?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yours.” This surprised me, for M. de Charlus had already refused several cabs with similarly coloured lamps\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, I don’t want to get up on the box. D’you mind if I stay down here?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No; but you must put down the hood. Well, think over my proposal,” said M. de Charlus, preparing to leave me, “I give you a few days to consider my offer; write to me. I repeat, I shall need to see you every day, and to receive from you guarantees of loyalty, of discretion which, for that matter, you do appear, I must say, to furnish. But in the course of my life I have been so often taken in by appearances that I never wish to trust them again. Damn it, it’s the least you can expect that before giving up a treasure I should know into what hands it is going to pass. Very well, bear in mind what I’m offering you; you are like Hercules’ though, unfortunately for yourself, you do not appear to me to have quite his muscular development at the parting of the ways. Try not to have to regret all your life not having chosen the way that leads to virtue. Hallo!” he turned to the cabman, “haven’t you put the hood down? I’ll do it myself. I think, too, I’d better drive, seeing the state you appear to be in.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He jumped in beside the cabman, took the reins, and the horse trotted off\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0As for myself, no sooner had I turned in at our gate than I found the pendant to the conversation which I had heard exchanged that afternoon between Bloch and M. de Norpois, but in another form, brief, inverted and cruel. This was a dispute between our butler, who believed in Dreyfus, and the Guermantes’, who was an anti-Dreyfusard. The truths and counter-truths which came in conflict above ground, among the intellectuals of the rival Leagues, the Patrie Française and the Droits de l’Homme, were fast spreading downwards into the subsoil of popular opinion. M. Reinach was manipulating, by appeals to sentiment, people whom he had never seen, while for himself the Dreyfus case simply presented itself to his reason as an incontrovertible theory which he proved in the sequel by the most astonishing victory for rational policy a victory against France, according to some that the world has ever seen. In two years he replaced a Billot by a Clemenceau Ministry, revolutionised public opinion from top to bottom, took Picquart from his prison to install him, ungrateful, in the Ministry of War. Perhaps this rationalist manipulator of crowds was himself the puppet of his ancestry. When we find that the systems of philosophy which contain the most truths were dictated to their authors, in the last analysis, by reasons of sentiment, how are we to suppose that in a simple affair of politics like the Dreyfus case reasons of this order may not, unknown to the reasoner, have controlled his reason. Bloch believed himself to have been led by a logical sequence to choose Dreyfusism, yet he knew that his nose, skin and hair had been imposed on him by his race. Doubtless the reason enjoys more freedom; yet it obeys certain laws which it has not prescribed for itself. The case of the Guermantes’ butler and our own was peculiar. The waves of the two currents of Dreyfusism and anti-Dreyfusism which now divided France from end to end were, on the whole, silent, but the occasional echoes which they emitted were sincere. When you heard anyone in the middle of a conversation which was being deliberately kept off the Case announce furtively some piece of political news, generally false, but always with a hopefulness of its truth, you could induce from the nature of his predictions where his heart lay. Thus there came into conflict on certain points, on one side a timid apostolate, on the other a righteous indignation. The two butlers whom I heard arguing as I came in furnished an exception to the rule. Ours let it be understood that Dreyfus was guilty, the Guermantes’ butler that he was innocent. This was done not to conceal their personal convictions, but from cunning, and in the keenness of their rivalry. Our butler, being uncertain whether the fresh trial would be ordered, wished beforehand, in the event of failure, to deprive the Duke’s butler of the joy of seeing a just cause vanquished. The Duke’s butler thought that, in the event of a refusal, ours would be more indignant at the detention on the Devil’s Isle of an innocent man. The porter looked on. I had the impression that it was not he who was the cause of dissension in the Guermantes household\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I went upstairs, and found my grandmother not so well. For some time past, without knowing exactly what was wrong, she had been complaining of her health. It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognise that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. Say that we met a brigand by the way; we might yet convince him by an appeal to his personal interest, if not to our own plight. But to ask pity of our body is like discoursing before an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live. My grandmother’s attacks passed, often enough-unnoticed by the attention which she kept always diverted to ourselves. When the pain was severe, in the hope of curing it, she would try in vain to understand what the trouble was. If the morbid phenomena of which her body was the theatre remained obscure and beyond the reach of her mind, they were clear and intelligible to certain creatures belonging to the same natural kingdom as themselves, creatures to which the human mind has learned gradually to have recourse in order to understand what the body is saying to it, as when a foreigner accosts us we try to find some one belonging to his country who will act as interpreter. These can talk to our body, and tell us if its anger is serious or will soon be appeased. Cottard, whom we had called in to see my grandmother, and who had infuriated us by asking with a dry smile, the moment we told him that she was ill: “Ill? You’re sure it’s not what they call a diplomatic illness?” He tried to soothe his patient’s restlessness by a milk diet. But incessant bowls of milk soup gave her no relief, because my grandmother sprinkled them liberally with salt the toxic effects of which were as yet, Widal not having made his discoveries, unknown. For, medicine being a compendium of the successive and contradictory mistakes of medical practioners, when we summon the wisest of them to our aid, the chances are that we may be relying on a scientific truth the error of which will be recognised in a few years’ time. So that to believe in medicine would be the height of folly, if not to believe in it were not greater folly still, for from this mass of errors there have emerged in the course of time many truths. Cottard had told us to take her temperature. A thermometer was fetched. Throughout almost all its length it was clear of mercury. Scarcely could one make out, crouching at the foot of the tube, in its little cell, the silver salamander. It seemed dead. The glass reed was slipped into my grandmother’s mouth. We had no need to leave it there for long; the little sorceress had not been slow in casting her horoscope. We found her motionless, perched half-way up her tower, and declining to move, shewing us with precision the figure that we had asked of her, a figure with which all the most careful examination that my grandmother’s mind could have devoted to herself would have been incapable of furnishing her: 101 degrees. For the first time we felt some anxiety. We shook the thermometer well, to erase the ominous line, as though we were able thus to reduce the patient’s fever simultaneously with the figure shewn on the scale. Alas, it was only too clear that the little sibyl, unreasoning as she was, had not pronounced judgment arbitrarily, for the next day, scarcely had the thermometer been inserted between my grandmother’s lips when almost at once, as though with a single bound, exulting in her certainty and in her intuition of a fact that to us was imperceptible, the little prophetess had come to a halt at the same point, in an implacable immobility, and pointed once again to that figure 101 with the tip of her gleaming wand. Nothing more did she tell us; in vain might we long, seek, pray, she was deaf to our entreaties; it seemed as though this were her final utterance, a warning and a menace. Then, in an attempt to constrain her to modify her response, we had recourse to another creature of the same kingdom, but more potent, which is not content with questioning the body but can command it, a febrifuge of the same order as the modern aspirin, which had not then come into use. We had not shaken the thermometer down below 99.5, and hoped that it would not have to rise from there. We made my grandmother swallow this drug and then replaced the thermometer in her mouth. Like an implacable warder to whom one presents a permit signed by a higher authority whose protecting influence one has sought and who, finding it to be in order, replies: “Very well; I have nothing to say; if it’s like that you may pass,” this time the watcher in the tower dirt not move. But sullenly she seemed to be saying: “What use will that be to you? Since you are friends with quinine, she may give me the order not to go up, once, ten times, twenty times. And then she will grow tired of telling me, I know her; get along with you. This won’t last for ever. And then you’ll be a lot better off.” Thereupon my grandmother felt the presence within her of a creature which knew the human body better than herself, the presence of a contemporary of the races that have vanished from the earth, the presence of earth’s first inhabitant — long anterior to the creation of thinking man — she felt that aeonial ally who was sounding her, a little roughly even, in the head, the heart, the elbow; he found out the weak places, organised everything for the prehistoric combat which began at once to be fought. In a moment a trampled Python, the fever, was vanquished by the potent chemical substance to which my grandmother, across the series of kingdoms, reaching out beyond all animal and vegetable life, would fain have been able to give thanks. And she remained moved by this glimpse which she had caught, through the mists of so many centuries, of a climate anterior to the creation even of plants. Meanwhile the thermometer, like a Weird Sister momentarily vanquished by some more ancient god, held motionless her silver spindle. Alas! other inferior creatures which man has trained to the chase of the mysterious quarry which he cannot pursue within the pathless forest of himself, reported cruelly to us every day a certain quantity of albumen, not large, but constant enough for it also to appear to bear relation to some persistent malady which we could not detect. Bergotte had shocked that scrupulous instinct in me which made me subordinate my intellect when he spoke to me of Dr. du Boulbon as of a physician who would not bore me, who would discover methods of treatment which, however strange they might appear, would adapt themselves to the singularity of my mind. But ideas transform themselves in us, they overcome the resistance with which we at first meet them, and feed upon rich intellectual reserves which we did not know to have been prepared for them. So, as happens whenever anything we have heard said about some one whom we do not know has had the faculty of awakening in us the idea of great talent, of a sort of genius, in my inmost mind I gave Dr. du Boulbon the benefit of that unlimited confidence which he inspires in us who with an eye more penetrating than other men’s perceives the truth. I knew indeed that he was more of a specialist in nervous diseases, the man to whom Charcot before his death had predicted that he would reign supreme in neurology and psychiatry. “Ah! I don’t know about that. It’s quite possible,” put in Françoise, who was in the room and heard Charcot’s name, as she heard du Boulbon’s, for the first time But this in no way prevented her from saying “It’s possible.” Her ‘possibles,’ her ‘perhapses,’ her ‘I don’t knows’ were peculiarly irritating at such a moment. One wanted to say to her: “Naturally you don’t know, since you haven’t the faintest idea of what we are talking about, how can you even say whether it’s possible or not; you know nothing about it. Anyhow, you can’t say now that you don’t know what Charcot said to du Boulbon. You do know because we have just told you, and your ‘perhapses’ and ‘possibles’ don’t come in, because it’s a fact.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In spite of this more special competence in cerebral and nervous matters, as I knew that du Boulbon was a great physician, a superior man, of a profound and inventive intellect, I begged my mother to send for him, and the hope that, by a clear perception of the malady, he might perhaps cure it, carried the day finally over the fear that we had of if we called in a specialist alarming my grandmother. What decided my mother was the fact that, encouraged unconsciously by Cottard, my grandmother no longer went out of doors, and scarcely rose from her bed. In vain might she answer us in the words of Mme. de Sévigné‘s letter on Mme. de la Fayette: “Everyone said she was mad not to wish to go out. I said to these persons, so headstrong in their judgment: ‘Mme. de la Fayette is not mad!’ and I stuck to that. It has taken her death to prove that she was quite right not to go out.” Du Boulbon when he came decided against — if not Mme. de Sévigné, whom we did not quote to him — my grandmother, at any rate. Instead of sounding her chest, fixing on her steadily his wonderful eyes, in which there was perhaps the illusion that he was making a profound scrutiny of his patient, or the desire to give her that illusion, which seemed spontaneous but must be mechanically produced, or else not to let her see that he was thinking of something quite different, or simply to obtain the mastery over her, he began talking about Bergotte\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I should think so, indeed, he’s magnificent, you are quite right to admire him. But which of his books do you prefer? Indeed! Well, perhaps that is the best after all. In any case it is the best composed of his novels. Claire is quite charming in it; of his male characters which appeals to you most?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I supposed at first that he was making her talk like this about literature because he himself found medicine boring, perhaps also to display his breadth of mind and even, with a more therapeutic aim, to restore confidence to his patient, to shew her that he was not alarmed, to take her mind from the state of her health. But afterwards I realised that, being distinguished particularly as an alienist and by his work on the brain, he had been seeking to ascertain by these questions whether my grandmother’s memory was in good order. As though reluctantly he began to inquire about her past life, fixing a stern and sombre eye on her. Then suddenly, as though catching sight of the truth and determined to reach it at all costs, with a preliminary rubbing of his hands, which he seemed to have some difficulty in wiping dry of the final hesitations which he himself might feel and of all the objections which we might have raised, looking down at my grandmother with a lucid eye, boldly and as though he were at last upon solid ground, punctuating his words in a quiet, impressive tone, every inflexion of which bore the mark of intellect, he began. His voice, for that matter, throughout this visit remained what it naturally was, caressing. And under his bushy brows his ironical eyes were full of kindness.\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You will be quite well, Madame, on the day — when it comes, and it rests entirely with you whether it comes to-day — on which you realise that there is nothing wrong with you, and resume your ordinary life. You tell me that you have not been taking your food, not going out?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, Sir, I have a temperature.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He laid a finger on her wrist\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not just now, at any rate. Besides, what an excuse! Don’t you know that we keep out in the open air and overfeed tuberculous patients with temperatures of 102?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But I have a little albumen as well.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You ought not to know anything about that. You have what I have had occasion to call ‘mental albumen.’ We have all of us had, when we have not been very well, little albuminous phases which our doctor has done his best to make permanent by calling our attention to them. For one disorder that doctors cure with drugs as I am told that they do occasionally succeed in doing they produce a dozen others in healthy subjects by inoculating them with that pathogenic agent a thousand times more virulent than all the microbes in the world, the idea that one is ill. A belief of that sort, which has a disturbing effect on any temperament, acts with special force on neurotic people. Tell them that a shut window is open behind their back, they will begin to sneeze; make them believe that you have put magnesia in their soup, they will be seized with colic; that their coffee is stronger than usual, they will not sleep a wink all night. Do you imagine, Madame, that I needed to do any more than look into your eyes, listen to the way in which you express yourself, look, if I may say so, at this lady, your daughter, and at your grandson, who takes so much after you, to learn what was the matter with you?” “Your grandmother might perhaps go and sit, if the Doctor allows it, in some quiet path in the Champs-Elysées, near that laurel shrubbery where you used to play when you were little,” said my mother to me, thus indirectly consulting Dr. du Boulbon, her voice for that reason assuming a tone of timid deference which it would not have had if she had been addressing me alone. The Doctor turned to my grandmother and, being apparently as well-read in literature as in science, adjured her as follows: “Go to the Champs-Elysées, Madame, to the laurel shrubbery which your grandson loves. The laurel you will find health-giving. It purifies. After he had exterminated the serpent Python, it was with a bough of laurel in his hand that Apollo made his entry into Delphi. He sought thus to guard himself from the deadly germs of the venomous monster. So you see that the laurel is the most ancient, the most venerable and, I will add — what is of therapeutic as well as of prophylactic value — the most beautiful of antiseptics.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In as much as a great part of what doctors know is taught them by the sick, they are easily led to believe that this knowledge which patients exhibit is common to them all, and they pride themselves on taking the patient of the moment by surprise with some remark picked up at a previous bedside. Thus it was with the superior smile of a Parisian who, in conversation with a peasant, might hope to surprise him by using suddenly a word of the local dialect that Dr. du Boulbon said to my grandmother: “Probably a windy night will make you sleep when the strongest soporifics would have no effect.” “On the contrary, Sir, when the wind blows I can never sleep at all.” But doctors are touchy people. “Ach!” muttered du Boulbon, knitting his brows, as if some one had trodden on his toe, or as if my grandmother’s sleeplessness on stormy nights were a personal insult to himself. He had not, however, an undue opinion of himself, and since, in his character as a ‘superior’ person, he felt himself bound not to put any faith in medicine, he quickly recovered his philosophic serenity\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My mother, in her passionate longing for reassurance from Bergotte’S friend, added in support of his verdict that a first cousin of my grandmother, who suffered from a nervous complaint, had lain for seven years cloistered in her bedroom at Combray, without leaving her bed more than once or twice a week\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You see, Madame, I didn’t know that, and yet I could have told you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, Sir, I am not in the least like her; on the contrary, my doctor complains that he cannot get me to stay in bed,” said my grandmother, whether because she was a little annoyed by the doctor’s theories, or was anxious to submit to him any objections that might be raised to them, in the hope that he would refute these and that, after he had gone, she would no longer find any doubt lurking in her own mind as to the accuracy of his encouraging diagnosis\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Why, naturally, Madame, you cannot have all the forms of — if you’ll excuse my saying so — mania at once; you have others, but not that particular one. Yesterday I visited a home for neurasthenics. In the garden, I saw a man standing on a seat, motionless as a fakir, his neck bent in a position which must have been highly uncomfortable. On my asking him what he was doing there, he replied, without turning his head, or moving a muscle: ‘You see, Doctor, I am extremely rheumatic and catch cold very easily; I have just been taking a lot of exercise, and while I was getting hot, like a fool, my neck was touching my flannels. If I move it away from my flannels now before letting myself cool down, I am certain to get a stiff neck, and possibly bronchitis.’ Which he would, in fact, have done. ‘You’re a fine specimen of neurasthenia, that’s what you are,’ I told him. And do you know what argument he advanced to prove that I was mistaken? It was this; that while all the other patients in the place had a mania for testing their weight, so much so that the weighing machine had to be padlocked so that they should not spend the whole day on it, he had to be lifted on to it bodily, so little did he care to be weighed. He prided himself on not sharing the mania of the others without thinking that he had also one of his own, and that it was this which saved him from the other. You must not be offended by the comparison, Madame, for the man who dared not turn his neck for fear of catching a chill is the greatest poet of our day. That poor maniac is the most lofty intellect that I know. Submit to being called a neurotic. You belong to that splendid and pitiable family which is the salt of the earth. All the greatest things We know have come to us from neurotics. It is they and they only who have founded religions and created great works of art. Never will the world be conscious of how much it owes to them, nor above all of what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it. We enjoy fine music, beautiful pictures, a thousand exquisite things, but we do not know what they cost those who wrought them in sleeplessness, tears, spasmodic laughter, rashes, asthma, epilepsy a terror of death which is worse than any of these, and which you perhaps have felt, Madame,” he added with a smile at my grandmother, “for confess now, when I came into the room, you were not feeling very confident You thought that you were ill; dangerously ill, perhaps. Heaven only knows what the disease was of which you thought you had detected the symptoms. And you were not mistaken; they were there. Neurosis has an absolute genius for malingering. There is no illness which it cannot counterfeit perfectly. It will produce life-like imitations of the dilatations of dyspepsia, the sicknesses of pregnancy, the broken rhythm of the cardiac, the feverishness of the consumptive. If it is capable of deceiving the doctor how should it fail to deceive the patient? No, no; you mustn’t think I’m making fun of your sufferings. I should not undertake to heal them unless I understood them thoroughly. And, well, they say there’s no good confession unless it’s mutual. I have told you that without nervous trouble there can be no great artist. What is more,” he added, raising a solemn forefinger, “there can be no great scientist either. I will go further, and say that, unless he himself is subject to nervous trouble, he is not, I won’t say a good doctor, but I do say the right doctor to treat nervous troubles. In nervous pathology a doctor who doesn’t say too many foolish things is a patient half-cured, just as a critic is a poet who has stopped writing verse and a policeman a burglar who has retired from practice. I, Madame, I do not, like you, fancy myself to be suffering from albuminuria, I have not your nervous fear of food, nor of fresh air, but I can never go to sleep without getting out of bed at least twenty times to see if my door is shut. And in that home where I found the poet yesterday who would not move his neck, I had gone to secure a room, for — this is between ourselves — I spend my holidays there looking after myself when I have increased my own trouble by wearing myself out in the attempt to cure other people.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But do you want me to take a cure like that, Sir?” came to a frightened voice from my grandmother\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “It is not necessary, Madame. The symptoms which you describe will vanish at my bidding. Besides, you have with you a very efficient person whom I appoint as your doctor from now onwards. That is your trouble itself, the super-activity of your nerves. Even if I knew how to cure you of that, I should take good care not to. All I need do is to control it. I see on your table there one of Bergotte’s books. Cured of your neurosis you would no longer care for it. Well, I might feel it my duty to substitute for the joys that it procures for you a nervous stability which would be quite incapable of giving you those joys. But those joys themselves are a strong remedy, the strongest of all perhaps. No; I have nothing to say against your nervous energy. All I ask is that it should listen to me; I leave you in its charge. It must reverse its engines. The force which it is now using to prevent you from getting up, from taking sufficient food, let it employ in making you eat, in making you read, in making you go out, and in distracting you in every possible way. You needn’t tell me that you are fatigued. Fatigue is the organic realisation of a preconceived idea. Begin by not thinking it. And if ever you have a slight indisposition, which is a thing that may happen to anyone, it will be just as if you hadn’t it, for your nervous energy will have endowed you with what M. de Talleyrand, in an expression full of meaning, called ‘imaginary health.’ See, it has begun to cure you already, you have been sitting up in bed listening to me without once leaning back on your pillows; your eye is bright, your complexion is good, I have been talking to you for half an hour by the clock and you have never noticed the time. Well, Madame, I shall now bid you good-day.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, after seeing Dr. du Boulbon to the door, I returned to the room in which my mother was by herself, the oppression that had been weighing on me for the last few weeks lifted, I felt that my mother was going to break out with a cry of joy and would see my joy, I felt that inability to endure the suspense of the coming moment at which a person is going to be overcome with emotion in our presence, which in another category is a little like the thrill of fear that goes through one when one knows that somebody is going to come in and startle one by a door that is still closed; I tried to speak to Mamma but my voice broke, and, bursting into tears, I stayed for a long time, my head on her shoulder, crying, tasting, accepting, relishing my grief, now that I knew that it had departed from my life, as we like to exalt ourselves by forming virtuous plans which circumstances do not permit us to put into execution. Françoise annoyed me by her refusal to share in our joy. She was quite overcome because there had just been a terrible scene between the lovesick footman and the tale-bearing porter. It had required the Duchess herself, in her unfailing benevolence, to intervene, restore an apparent calm to the household and forgive the footman. For she was a good mistress, and that would have been the ideal ‘place’ if only she didn’t listen to ‘stories.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0During the last few days people had begun to hear of my grandmother’s illness and to inquire for news of her. Saint-Loup had written to me: “I do not wish to take advantage of a time when your dear grandmother is unwell to convey to you what is far more than mere reproaches, on a matter with which she has no concern. But I should not be speaking the truth were I to say to you, even out of politeness, that I shall ever forget the perfidy of your conduct, or that there can ever be any forgiveness for so scoundrelly a betrayal.” But some other friends, supposing that my grandmother was not seriously ill they may not even have known that she was ill at all, had asked me to meet them next day in the Champs-Elysées, to go with them from there to pay a call together, ending up with a dinner in the country, the thought of which appealed to me. I had no longer any reason to forego these two pleasures. When my grandmother had been told that it was now imperative, if she was to obey Dr. du Boulbon’s orders, that she should go out as much as possible, she had herself at once suggested the Champs-Elysées. It would be easy for me to escort her there; and, while she sat reading, to arrange with my friends where I should meet them later; and I should still be in time, if I made haste, to take the train with them to Ville d’Avray. When the time came, my grandmother did not want to go out; she felt tired. But my mother, acting on du Boulbon’s instructions, had the strength of mind to be firm and to insist on obedience. She was almost in tears at the thought that my grandmother was going to relapse again into her nervous weakness, which she might never be able to shake off. Never again would there be such a fine, warm day for an outing. The sun as it moved through the sky interspersed here and there in the broken solidity of the balcony its unsubstantial muslins, and gave to the freestone ledge a warm epidermis, an indefinite halo of gold. As Françoise had not had time to send a ‘tube’ to her daughter, she left us immediately after luncheon. She very kindly consented, however, to call first at Jupien’s, to get a stitch put in the cloak which my grandmother was going to wear. Returning at that moment from my morning walk I accompanied her into the shop. “Is it your young master who brings you here,” Jupien asked Françoise, “is it you who are bringing him to see me or is it some good wind and fortune that bring you both?” For all his want of education, Jupien respected the laws of grammar as instinctively as M. de Guermantes, in spite of every effort, broke them. With Françoise gone and the cloak mended, it was time for my grandmother to get ready. Having obstinately refused to let Mamma stay in the room with her, she took, left to herself, an endless time over her dressing, and now that I knew her to be quite well, with that strange indifference which we feel towards our relatives so long as they are alive, which makes us put everyone else before them, I felt it to be very selfish of her to take so long, to risk making me late when she knew that I had an appointment with my friends and was dining at Ville d’Avray. In my impatience I finally went downstairs without waiting for her, after I had twice been told that she was just ready. At last she joined me, without apologising to me, as she generally did, for having kept me waiting, flushed and bothered like a person who has come to a place in a hurry and has forgotten half her belongings, just as I was reaching the half-opened glass door which, without warming them with it in the least, let in the liquid, throbbing, tepid air from the street as though the sluices of a reservoir had been opened between the frigid walls of the passage\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh, dear, if you’re going to meet your friends I ought to have put on another cloak. I look rather poverty-stricken in this one.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was startled to see her so flushed, and supposed that having begun by making herself late she had had to hurry over her dressing. When we left the cab at the end of the Avenue Gabriel, in the Champs-Elysées, I saw my grandmother, without a word to me, turn aside and make her way to the little old pavilion with its green trellis, at the door of which I had once waited for Françoise. The same park-keeper who had been standing there then was still talking to Françoise’s ‘Marquise’ when, following my grandmother who, doubtless because she was feeling sick, had her hand in front of her mouth, I climbed the steps of that little rustic theatre, erected there among the gardens. At the entrance, as in those circus booths where the clown, dressed for the ring and smothered in flour, stands at the door and takes the money himself for the seats, the ‘Marquise,’ at the receipt of custom, was still there in her place with her huge, uneven face smeared with a coarse plaster and her little bonnet of red flowers and black lace surmounting her auburn wig. But I do not suppose that she recognised me. The park-keeper, abandoning his watch over the greenery, with the colour of which his uniform had been designed to harmonise, was talking to her, on a chair by her side\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “So you’re still here?” he was saying. “You don’t think of retiring?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And what have I to retire for, Sir? Will you kindly tell me where I shall be better off than here, where I should live more at my ease, and with every comfort? And then there’s all the coming and going, plenty of distraction; my little Paris, I call it; my customers keep me in touch with everything that’s going on. Just to give you an example, there’s one of them who went out not more than five minutes ago; he’s a magistrate, in the very highest position there is. Very well, Sir,” she cried with ardour, as though prepared to maintain the truth of this assertion by violence, should the agent of civic authority shew any sign of challenging its accuracy, “for the last eight years, do you follow me, every day God has made, regularly on the stroke of three he’s been here, always polite, never saying one word louder than another, never making any mess; and he stays half an hour and more to read his papers and do his little jobs. There was one day he didn’t come. I never noticed it at the time, but that evening, all of a sudden I said to myself: ‘Why, that gentleman never came to-day; perhaps he’s dead!’ And that gave me a regular turn, you know, because, of course, I get quite fond of people when they behave nicely. And so I was very glad when I saw him come in again next day, and I said to him, I did: ‘I hope there was nothing wrong yesterday, Sir?’ Then he told me that it was his wife that had died, and he’d been so put out, poor gentleman, what with one thing and another, he hadn’t been able to come. He had that really sad look, you know, people have when they’ve been married five-and-twenty years, and then the parting, but he seemed pleased, all the same, to be back here. You could see that all his little habits had been quite upset. I did what I could to make him feel at home. I said to him: ‘Y’ mustn’t let go of things, Sir. Just come here the same as before, it will be a little distraction for you in your sorrow.’”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The ‘Marquise’ resumed a gentler tone, for she had observed that the guardian of groves and lawns was listening to her complacently and with no thought of contradiction, keeping harmlessly in its scabbard a sword which looked more like a horticultural implement or some symbol of a garden-god\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “And besides,” she went on, “I choose my customers, I don’t let everyone into my little parlours, as I call them. And doesn’t the place just look like a parlour with all my flowers? Such friendly customers I have; there’s always some one or other brings me a spray of nice lilac, or jessamine or roses; my favourite flowers, roses are.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The thought that we were perhaps despised by this lady because we never brought any sprays of lilac or fine roses to her bower made me redden, and in the hope of making a bodily escape — or of being condemned only by default — from an adverse judgment, I moved towards the exit. But it is not always in this world the people who bring us fine roses to whom we are most friendly, for the ‘Marquise,’ thinking that I was bored, turned to me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “You wouldn’t like me to open a little place for you?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And, on my declining:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No? You’re sure you won’t?” she persisted, smiling. “Well, just as you please. You’re welcome to it, but I know quite well, not having to pay for a thing won’t make you want to do it if you don’t want to.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this moment a shabbily dressed woman hurried into the place who seemed to be feeling precisely the want in question. But she did not belong to the ‘Marquise’s’ world, for the latter, with the ferocity of a snob, flung at her:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I’ve nothing disengaged, Ma’am.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Will they be long?” asked the poor lady, reddening beneath the yellow flowers in her hat\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, Ma’am, if you’ll take my advice, you’ll try somewhere else; you see, there are still these two gentlemen waiting, and I’ve only one closet; the others are out of order.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Not much money there,” she explained when the other had gone. “It’s not the sort we want here, either; they’re not clean, don’t treat the place with respect, it would be your humble here that would have to spend the next hour cleaning up after her ladyship. I’m not sorry to lose her penny.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Finally my grandmother emerged, and feeling that she probably would not seek to atone by a lavish gratuity for the indiscretion that she had shewn by remaining so long inside, I beat a retreat, so as not to have to share in the scorn which the ‘Marquise’ would no doubt heap on her, and began strolling along a path, but slowly, so that my grandmother should not have to hurry to overtake me; as presently she did. I expected her to begin: “I am afraid I’ve kept you waiting; I hope you’ll still be in time for your friends,” but she did not utter a single word, so much so that, feeling a little hurt, I was disinclined to speak first; until looking up at her I noticed that as she walked beside me she kept her face turned the other way. I was afraid that her heart might be troubling her again. I studied her more carefully and was struck by the disjointedness of her gait. Her hat was crooked, her cloak stained; she had the confused and worried look, the flushed, slightly dazed face of a person who has just been knocked down by a carriage or pulled out of a ditch\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was afraid you were feeling sick, Grandmamma; are you feeling better now?” I asked her\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Probably she thought that it would be impossible for her, without alarming me, not to make some answer\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I heard the whole of her conversation with the keeper,” she told me. “Could anything have been more typical of the Guermantes, or the Verdurins and their little circle? Heavens, what fine language she put it all in!” And she quoted, with deliberate application, this sentence from her own special Marquise, Mme. de Sévigné: “As I listened to them I thought that they were preparing for me the pleasures of a farewell.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Such was the speech that she made me, a speech into which she had put all her critical delicacy, her love of quotations, her memory of the classics more thoroughly even than she would naturally have done, and as though to prove that she retained possession of all these faculties. But I guessed rather than heard what she said, so inaudible was the voice in which she muttered her sentences, clenching her teeth more than could be accounted for by the fear of being sick again\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Come!” I said lightly, so as not to seem to be taking her illness too seriously, “since your heart is bothering you, shall we go home now? I don’t want to trundle a grandmother with indigestion about the Champs-Elysées.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I didn’t like to suggest it, because of your friends,” she replied. “Poor boy! But if you don’t mind, I think it would be wiser.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I was afraid of her noticing the strange way in which she uttered these words\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Come!” I said to her sharply, “you mustn’t tire yourself talking; if your heart is bad, it’s silly; wait till we get home.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0She smiled at me sorrowfully and gripped my hand. She had realised that there was no need to hide from me what I had at once guessed, that she had had a slight stroke\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We made our way back along the Avenue Gabriel, through the strolling crowd. I left my grandmother to rest on a seat and went in search of a cab. She, in whose heart I always placed myself when I had to form an opinion of the most unimportant person, she was now closed to me, had become part of the world outside, and, more than from any casual passerby, I was obliged to keep from her what I thought of her condition, to say no word of my uneasiness. I could not have spoken of it to her in greater confidence than to a stranger. She had suddenly handed back to me the thoughts, the griefs which, from the days of my infancy, I had entrusted for all time to her keeping. She was not yet dead. I was already alone. And even those allusions which she had made to the Guermantes, to Mme. de Sévigné, to our conversations about the little clan, assumed an air of being without point or occasion, fantastic, because they sprang from the nullity of this very being who to-morrow possibly would have ceased to exist, for whom they would no longer have any meaning, from that nullity, incapable of conceiving them, which my grandmother would shortly be\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, Sir, I don’t like to say no, but you have not made an appointment, you have no time fixed. Besides, this is not my day for seeing patients. You surely have a doctor of your own. I cannot interfere with his practice, unless he were to call me in for a consultation. It’s a question of professional etiquette . . . ”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Just as I was signalling to a cabman, I had caught sight of the famous Professor E— — almost a friend of my father and grandfather, acquainted at any rate with them both, who lived in the Avenue Gabriel, and, with a sudden inspiration, had stopped him just as he was entering his house, thinking that he would perhaps be the very person to advise my grandmother. But he was evidently in a hurry and, after calling for his letters, seemed anxious to get rid of me, so that my only chance of speaking to him lay in going up with him in the lift, of which he begged me to allow him to work the switches himself, this being a mania with him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But, Sir, I am not asking you to see my grandmother here; you will realise from what I am trying to tell you that she is not in a fit state to come; what I am asking is that you should call at our house in half an hour’s time, when I have taken her home.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Call at your house! Really, Sir, you must not expect me to do that. I am dining with the Minister of Commerce. I have a call to pay first. I must change at once, and to make matters worse I have torn my coat and my’ other one has no buttonholes for my. decorations. I beg you, please, to oblige me by not touching the switches. You don’t know how the lift works; one can’t be too careful. Getting that buttonhole made means more delay. Well, as I am a friend of your people, if your grandmother comes here at once I will see her. But I warn you that I shall be able to give her exactly a quarter of an hour, nor a moment more.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I had started off at once, without even getting out of the lift which Professor E——-had himself set in motion to take me down again, casting a suspicious glance at me as he did so\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say so we represent that hour to ourselves as situated in a vague and remote expanse of time, it never occurs to us that it can have any connexion with the day that has already dawned, or may signify that death — or its first assault and partial possession of us, after which it will never leave hold of us again — may occur this very afternoon, so far from uncertain, this afternoon every hour of which has already been allotted to some occupation. You make a point of taking your drive every day so that in a month’s time you will have had the full benefit of the fresh air; you have hesitated over which cloak you will take, which cabman to call, you are in the cab, the whole day lies before you, short because you have to be at home early, as a friend is coming to see you; you hope that it will be as fine again to-morrow; and you have no suspicion that death, which has been making its way towards you along another plane, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, has chosen precisely this day of all days to make its appearance, in a few minutes’ time, more or less, at the moment when the carriage has reached the Champs-Elysées. Perhaps those who are haunted as a rule by the fear of the utter strangeness of death will find something reassuring in this kind of death — in this kind of first contact with death — because death thus assumes a known, familiar guise of everyday life. A good luncheon has preceded it, and the same outing that people take who are in perfect health. A drive home in an open carriage comes on top of its first onslaught; ill as my grandmother was, there were, after all, several people who could testify that at six o’clock, as we came home from the Champs-Elysées, they had bowed to her as she drove past in an open carriage, in perfect weather. Legrandin, making his way towards the Place de la Concorde, raised his hat to us, stopping to look after us with an air of surprise. I, who was not yet detached from life, asked my grandmother if she had acknowledged his greeting, reminding her of his readiness to take offence. My grandmother, thinking me no doubt very frivolous, raised her hand in the air as though to say: “What does it matter? It is not of the least importance.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Yes, one might have said that, a few minutes earlier, when I was looking for a cab, my grandmother was resting on a seat in the Avenue Gabriel, and that a little later she had driven past in an open carriage. But would that have been really true? The seat, for instance, to maintain its position at the side of an avenue — for all that it may be subjected also to certain conditions of equilibrium — has no need of energy. But in order that a living person may be stable, even when supported by a seat or in a carriage, there is required a tension of forces which we do not ordinarily perceive any more than we perceive because its action is universal atmospheric pressure. Possibly if we were to be hollowed out and then left to support the pressure of the air we might feel, in the moment that preceded our extinction, that terrible weight which there was nothing left in us to neutralise. Similarly when the abyss of sickness and death opens within us and we have no longer any resistance to offer to the tumult with which the world and our own body rush upon us, then to endure even the tension of our own muscles, the shudder that freezes us to the marrow, then even to keep ourselves motionless in what we ordinarily regard as nothing but the simple negative position of a lifeless thing requires, if we wish our head to remain erect and our eyes calm, an expense of vital energy and becomes the object of an exhausting struggle\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And if Legrandin had looked back at us with that astonished air, it was because to him, as to the other people who passed us then, in the cab in which my grandmother was apparently seated she had seemed to be foundering, sliding into the abyss, clinging desperately to the cushions which could barely arrest the downward plunge of her body, her hair in disorder, her eye wild, unable any longer to face the assault of the images which its pupil was not strong enough now to bear. She had appeared to them, although I was still by her side, submerged in that unknown world somewhere in which she had already received the blows, traces of which she still bore when I looked up at her a few minutes earlier in the Champs-Elysées, her hat, her face, her cloak left in disorder by the hand of the invisible angel with whom she had wrestled. I have thought, since, that this moment of her stroke cannot have altogether surprised my grandmother, that indeed she had perhaps foreseen it a long time back, had lived in expectation of it. She had not known, naturally, when this fatal moment would come, had never been certain, any more than those lovers whom a similar doubt leads alternately to found unreasonable hopes and unjustified suspicions on the fidelity of their mistresses. But it is rarely that these grave maladies, like that which now at last had struck her full in the face, do not take up their abode in the sick man for a long time before killing him, during which time they make haste, like a ‘sociable’ neighbour or tenant, to introduce themselves to him. A terrible acquaintance, not so much from the sufferings that it causes as from the strange novelty of the definite restriction which it imposes upon life. A woman sees herself dying, in these cases not at the actual moment of death but months, sometimes years before, when death has hideously come to dwell in her. The sufferer makes the acquaintance of the stranger whom she hears coming and going in her brain. She does not know him by sight, it is true, but from the sounds which she hears him regularly make she can form an idea of his habits. Is he a criminal? One morning, she can no longer hear him. He has gone. Ah! If it were only for ever! In the evening he has returned. What are his plans? Her specialist, put to the question, like an adored mistress, replies with avowals that one day are believed, another day fail to convince her. Or rather it is not the mistress’s part but that of the servants one interrogates that the doctor plays. They are only third parties. The person whom we press for an answer, whom we suspect of being about to play us false, is life itself, and although we feel her to be no longer the same we believe in her still or at least remain undecided until the day on which she finally abandons us\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I helped my grandmother into Professor E——‘s lift and a moment later he came to us and took us into his consulting room. But there, busy as he was, his bombastic manner changed, such is the force of habit; for his habit was to be friendly, that is to say lively with his patients. Since he knew that my grandmother was a great reader, and was himself one also, he devoted the first few minutes to quoting various favourite passages of poetry appropriate to the glorious summer weather. He had placed her in an armchair and himself with his back to the light so as to have a good view of her. His examination was minute and thorough, even obliging me at one moment to leave the room. He continued it after my return, then, having finished, went on, although the quarter of an hour was almost at an end, repeating various quotations to my grandmother. He even made a few jokes, which were witty enough, though I should have preferred to hear them on some other occasion, but which completely reassured me by the tone of amusement in which he uttered them. I then remembered that M. Fallières, the President of the Senate, had, many years earlier, had a false seizure, and that to the consternation of his political rivals he had returned a few days later to his duties and had begun, it was said, his preparations for a more or less remote succession to the Presidency of the Republic. My confidence in my grandmother’s prompt recovery was all the more complete in that, just as I was recalling the example of M. Fallières, I was distracted from following up the similarity by a shout of laughter, which served as conclusion to one of the Professor’s jokes. After which he took out his watch, wrinkled his brows petulantly on seeing that he was five minutes late, and while he bade us good-bye rang for his other coat to be brought to him at once. I waited until my grandmother had left the room, closed the door and asked him to tell me the truth\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There is not the slightest hope,” he informed me. “It is a stroke brought on by uraemia. In itself, uraemia is not necessarily fatal, but this case seems to me desperate. I need not tell you that I hope I am mistaken. Anyhow, you have Cottard, you’re in excellent hands. Excuse me,” he broke off as a maid came into the room with his coat over her arm. “I told you, I’m dining with the Minister of Commerce, and I have a call to pay first. Ah! Life is not all a bed of roses, as one is apt to think at your age.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And he graciously offered me his hand. I had shut the door behind me, and a footman was shewing us into the hall when we heard a loud shout of rage. The maid had forgotten to cut and hem the buttonhole for the decorations. This would take another ten minutes. The Professor continued to storm while I stood on the landing gazing at a grandmother for whom there was not the slightest hope. Each of us is indeed alone. We started for home\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The sun was sinking, it burnished an interminable wall along which our cab had to pass before reaching the street in which we lived, a wall against which the shadow cast by the setting sun of horse and carriage stood out in black on a ruddy background, like a funeral car on some Pompeian terra-cotta. At length we arrived at the house. I made the invalid sit at the foot of the staircase in the hall, and went up to warn my mother. I told her that my grandmother had come home feeling slightly unwell, after an attack of giddiness. As soon as I began to speak, my mother’s face was convulsed by the paroxysm of a despair which was yet already so resigned that I realised that for many years she had been holding herself quietly in readiness for an uncalendared but final day. She asked me no question; it seemed that, just as malevolence likes to exaggerate the sufferings of other people, so in her devotion she would not admit that her mother was seriously ill, especially with a disease which might affect the brain. Mamma shuddered, her eyes wept without tears, she ran to give orders for the doctor to be fetched at once; but when Françoise asked who was ill she could not reply, her voice stuck in her throat. She came running downstairs with me struggling to banish from her face the sob that contracted it. My grandmother was waiting below on the sofa in the hall, but, as soon as she heard us coming, drew herself together, stood up, and waved her hand cheerfully at Mamma. I had partially wrapped her head in a white lace shawl, telling her that it was so that she should not catch cold on the stairs. I had hoped that my mother would not notice the change in her face, the distortion of her mouth; my precaution proved unnecessary; my mother went up to my grandmother, kissed her hand as though it were that of her God, raised her up, carried her to the lift with infinite precautions in which there was, with the fear of hurting her by any clumsy movement, the humility of one who felt herself unworthy to touch the most precious thing, to her, in the world, but never once did she raise her eyes, nor look at the sufferer’s face. Perhaps this was in order that my grandmother might not be saddened by the thought that the sight of her could alarm her daughter. Perhaps from fear of a grief so piercing that she dared not face it. Perhaps from reverence, because she did not feel it permissible to herself, without impiety, to remark the trace of any mental weakening on those venerated features. Perhaps to be better able to preserve intact in her memory the image of the true face of my grandmother, radiant with wisdom and goodness. So they went up side by side, my grandmother half hidden by her shawl, my mother turning away her eyes\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Meanwhile there was one person who never took hers from what could be made out of my grandmother’s altered features, at which her daughter dared not look, a person who fastened on them a gaze wondering, indiscreet and of evil omen: this was Françoise. Not that she was not sincerely attached to my grandmother indeed she had been disappointed and almost scandalised by the coldness shewn by Mamma, whom she would have liked to see fling herself weeping into her mother’s arms, but she had a certain tendency always to look at the worse side of things, she had retained from her childhood two peculiarities which would seem to be mutually exclusive, but which when combined strengthened one another: the want of restraint common among people of humble origin who make no attempt to conceal the impression, in other words the painful alarm, aroused in them by the sight of a physical change which it would be in better taste to appear not to notice, and the unfeeling coarseness of the peasant who begins by tearing the wings off dragon-flies until she is allowed to wring the necks of chickens, and lacks that modesty which would make her conceal the interest that she feels in the sight of suffering flesh\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When, thanks to the faultless ministrations of Françoise, my grandmother had been put to bed, she discovered that she could speak much more easily, the little rupture or obstruction of a blood-vessel which had produced the uraemia having apparently been quite slight. And at once she was anxious not to fail Mamma in her hour of need, to assist her in the most cruel moments through which she had yet had to pass\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Well, my child,” she began, taking my mother’s hand in one of her own, and keeping the other in front of her lips, so as to account for the slight difficulty which she still found in uttering certain words. “So this is all the pity you shew your mother! You look as if you thought that indigestion was quite a pleasant thing!”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Then for the first time my mother’s eyes gazed passionately into those of my grandmother, not wishing to see the rest of her face, and she replied, beginning the list of those false promises which we swear but are unable to fulfil:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Mamma, you will soon be quite well again, your daughter will see to that.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And embodying all her dearest love, all her determination that her mother should recover, in a kiss to which she entrusted them, and which she followed with her mind, with her whole being until it flowered upon her lips, she bent down to lay it humbly, reverently upon the precious brow. My grandmother complained of a sort of alluvial deposit of bedclothes which kept gathering all the time in the same place, over her left leg, and from which she could never manage to free herself. But she did not realise that she was herself the cause of this so that day after day she accused Françoise unjustly of not ‘doing’ her bed properly. By a convulsive movement she kept flinging to that side the whole flood of those billowing blankets of fine wool, which gathered there like the sand in a bay which is very soon transformed into a beach unless the inhabitants construct a breakwater by the successive deposits of the tide\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My mother and I whose falsehood was exposed before we spoke by the obnoxious perspicacity of Françoise would not even admit that my grandmother was seriously ill, as though such an admission might give pleasure to her enemies not that she had any and it was more loving to feel that she was not so bad as all that, in short from the same instinctive sentiment which had led me to suppose that Andrée was too sorry for Al-bertine to be really fond of her. The same individual phenomena are reproduced in the mass, in great crises. In a war, the man who does not love his country says nothing against it, but regards it as lost, commiserates it, sees everything in the darkest colours\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise was of infinite value to us owing to her faculty of doing without sleep, of performing the most arduous tasks. And if, when she had gone to bed after several nights spent in the sick-room, we were obliged to call her a quarter of an hour after she had fallen asleep, she was so happy to be able to do the most tiring duties as if they had been the simplest things in the world that, so far from looking cross, her face would light up with a satisfaction tinged with modesty. Only when the time came for mass, or for breakfast, then, had my grandmother been in her death agony, still Françoise would have quietly slipped away so as not to make herself late. She neither could nor would let her place be taken by her young footman. It was true that she had brought from Combray an extremely exalted idea of everyone’s duty towards ourselves; she would not have tolerated that any of our servants should ‘fail’ us. This doctrine had made her so noble, so imperious, so efficient an instructor that there had never come to our house any servants, however corrupted who had not speedily modified, purified their conception of life so far as to refuse to touch the usual commissions from tradesmen and to come rushing — however little they might previously have sought to oblige — to take from my hands and not let me tire myself by carrying the smallest package. But at Combray Françoise had contracted also — and had brought with her to Paris — the habit of not being able to put up with any assistance in her work. The sight of anyone coming to help her seemed to her like receiving a deadly insult, and servants had remained for weeks in the house without receiving from her any response to their morning greeting, had even gone off on their holidays without her bidding them good-bye or their guessing her reason, which was simply and solely that they had offered to do a share of her work on some day when she had not been well. And at this moment when my grandmother was so ill Françoise’s duties seemed to her peculiarly her own. She would not allow herself, she, the official incumbent, to be done out of her part in the ritual of these festal days. And so her young footman, sent packing by her, did not know what to do with himself, and not content with having copied the butler’s example and supplied himself with note-paper from my desk had begun as well to borrow volumes of poetry from my bookshelves. He sat reading them for a good half of the day, out of admiration for the poets who had written them, but also so as, during the rest of his time, to begem with quotations the letters which he wrote to his friends in his native village. Naturally he expected these to dazzle them. But as there was little sequence in his ideas he had formed the notion that these poems, picked out at random from my shelves, were matters of common knowledge, to which it was customary to refer. So much so that in writing to these peasants, whose stupefaction he discounted, he interspersed his own reflexions with lines from Lamartine, just as he might have said “Who laughs last, laughs longest!” or merely “How are you keeping?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To ease her pain my grandmother was given morphine. Unfortunately, if this relieved her in other ways, it increased the quantity of albumen. The blows which we aimed at the wicked ogre who had taken up his abode in my grandmother were always wide of the mark, and it was she, her poor interposed body that had to bear them, without her ever uttering more than a faint groan by way of complaint. And the pain that we caused her found no compensation in a benefit which we were unable to give her. The savage ogre whom we were anxious to exterminate we barely succeeded in touching, and all we did was to enrage him still further, and possibly hasten the moment at which he would devour his luckless captive. On certain days when the discharge of albumen had been excessive Cottard, after some hesitation, stopped the morphine. In this man, so insignificant, so common, there was, in these brief moments in which he deliberated, in which the relative dangers of one and another course of treatment presented themselves alternately to his mind until he arrived at a decision, the same sort of greatness as in a general who, vulgar in all the rest of his life, is a great strategist, and in an hour of peril, after a moment’s reflexion, decides upon what is from the military point of view the wisest course, and gives the order: “Advance eastwards.” Medically, however little hope there might be of setting any limit to this attack of uraemia, it did not do to tire the kidneys. But, on the other hand, when my grandmother did not have morphine, her pain became unbearable; she perpetually attempted a certain movement which it was difficult for her to perform without groaning. To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state. We can discern this origin of pain in the case of certain inconveniences which are not such for everyone. Into a room filled with a pungent smoke two men of a coarse fibre will come and attend to their business; a third, more highly strung, will betray an incessant discomfort. His nostrils will continue to sniff anxiously the odour he ought, one would say, to try not to notice but will keep on attempting to attach, by a more exact apprehension of it, to his troubled sense of smell. One consequence of which may well be that his intense preoccupation will prevent him from complaining of a toothache. When my grandmother was in pain the sweat trickled over the pink expanse of her brow, glueing to it her white locks, and if she thought that none of us was in the room she would cry out: “Oh, it’s dreadful!” but if she caught sight of my mother, at once she employed all her energy in banishing from her face every sign of pain, or — an alternative stratagem — repeated the same plaints, accompanying them with explanations which gave a different sense, retrospectively, to those which my mother might have overheard\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Oh! My dear, it’s dreadful to have to stay in bed on a beautiful sunny day like this when one wants to be out in the air; I am crying with rage at your orders.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But she could not get rid of the look of anguish in her eyes, the sweat on her brow, the convulsive start, checked at once, of her limbs\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “There is nothing wrong. I’m complaining because I’m not lying very comfortably. I feel my hair is untidy, my heart is bad, I knocked myself against the wall.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And my mother, at the foot of the bed, riveted to that suffering form, as though, by dint of piercing with her gaze that pain-bedewed brow, that body which hid the evil thing within it, she could have succeeded in reaching that evil thing and carrying it away, my mother said:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “No, no, Mamma dear, we won’t let you suffer like that, we will find something to take it away, have patience just for a moment; let me give you a kiss, darling — no, you’re not to move.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And stooping over the bed, with bended knees, almost kneeling on the ground, as though by an exercise of humility she would have a better chance of making acceptable the impassioned gift of herself, she lowered towards my grandmother her whole life contained in her face as in a ciborium which she extended over her, adorned in relief with dimples and folds so passionate, so sorrowful, so sweet that one knew not whether they had been carved by the chisel of a kiss, a sob or a smile. My grandmother also, tried to lift up her face to Mamma’s. It was so altered that probably’ had she been strong enough to go out, she would have been recognised only by the feather in her hat. Her features, like the clay in a sculptor’s hands seemed to be straining, with an effort which distracted her from everything else, to conform to some particular model which we failed to identify. This business of modelling was now almost finished, and if my grandmother’s face had shrunk in the process it had at the same time hardened. The veins that ran beneath its surface seemed those not of a piece of marble but of some more rugged stone. Constantly thrust forwards by the difficulty that she found in breathing and as constantly forced back on to her pillow by exhaustion, her face, worn, diminished, terribly expressive, seemed like, in a primitive, almost prehistoric carving, the rude, flushed, purplish, desperate face of some savage guardian of a tomb. But the whole task was not yet accomplished. Next, her resistance must be overcome, and that tomb, the entrance to which she had so painfully guarded, with that tense contraction, entered\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In one of those moments in which, as the saying goes, one does not know what saint to invoke, as my grandmother was coughing and sneezing a good deal, we took the advice of a relative who assured us that if we sent for the specialist X ——-he would get rid of all that in a couple of days. People say that sort of thing about their own doctors, and their friends believe them just as Françoise always believed the advertisements in the newspapers. The specialist came with his bag packed with all the colds and coughs of his other patients, like Aeolus’s bottle. My grandmother refused point-blank to let herself be examined. And we, out of consideration for the doctor, who had had his trouble for nothing, deferred to the desire that he expressed to inspect each of our noses in turn, albeit there was nothing the matter with any of them. According to him, however, there was; everything, whether headache or colic, heart-disease or diabetes, was a disease of the nose that had been wrongly diagnosed. To each of us he said: “I should like to have another look at that little cornea. Don’t put it off too long. I can soon get rid of it for you with a hot needle.” We were, of course, thinking of something quite different. And yet we asked ourselves: “Get rid of what?” In a word, every one of our noses was diseased; his mistake lay only in his use of the present tense. For by the following day his examination and provisional treatment had taken effect. Each of us had his or her catarrh. And when in the street he ran into my father doubled up with a cough, he smiled to think that an ignorant layman might suppose the attack to be due to his intervention. He had examined us at a moment when we were already ill\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My grandmother’s illness gave occasion to various people to manifest an excess or deficiency of sympathy which surprised us quite as much as the sort of chance which led one or another of them to reveal to us connecting links of circumstances, or of friendship for that matter, which we had never suspected. And the signs of interest shewn by the people who called incessantly at the house to inquire revealed to us the gravity of an illness which, until then, we had not sufficiently detached from the countless painful impressions that we received in my grandmother’s room. Summoned by telegram, her sisters declined to leave Combray. They had discovered a musician there who gave them excellent chamber concerts, in listening to which they thought that they could find, better than by the invalid’s bedside, food for thought, a melancholy exaltation the form of which was, to say the least of it, unusual. Mme. Sazerat wrote to Mamma, but in the tone of a person whom the sudden breaking off of a betrothal the cause of the rupture being her Dreyfusism has parted from one for ever. Bergotte, on the other hand, came every day and spent several hours with me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0He had always made a habit of going regularly for some time to the same house, where, accordingly, he need not stand on ceremony. But formerly it had been in order that he might talk without being interrupted; now it was so that he might sit for as long as he chose in silence, without being expected to talk. For he was very ill, some people said with albuminuria, like my grandmother. According to another version, he had a tumour. He grew steadily weaker; it was with difficulty that he came up our staircase, with greater difficulty still that he went down it. Even though he held on to the banisters he often stumbled, and he would, I believe, have stayed at home had he not been afraid of losing altogether the habit of going out, the capacity to go out, he, the ‘man with the little beard’ whom I had seen so alert, not very long since. He was now quite blind and even his speech was frequently obstructed\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But at the same time, by a directly opposite process, the body of his work, known only to a few literary people at the period when Mme. Swann used to patronise their timid efforts to disseminate it, now grown in stature and strength before the eyes of all, had acquired an extraordinary power of expansion among the general public. The general rule is, no doubt, that only after his death does a writer become famous. But it was while he still lived, and during his slow progress towards a death that he had not yet reached that this writer was able to watch the progress of his works towards Renown. A dead writer can at least be illustrious without any strain on himself. The effulgence of his name is stopped short by the stone upon his grave. In the deafness of the eternal sleep he is not importuned by Glory. But for Bergotte the antithesis was still incomplete. He existed still sufficiently to suffer from the tumult. He was moving still, though with difficulty, while his books, bounding about him, like daughters whom one loves but whose impetuous youthfulness and noisy pleasures tire one, brought day after day, to his very bedside, a crowd of fresh admirers\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The visits which he now began to pay us came for me several years too late, for I had no longer the same admiration for him as of old. Which is not in any sense incompatible with the growth of his reputation. A man’s work seldom becomes completely understood and successful before that of another writer, still obscure, has begun in the minds of certain people more difficult to please to substitute a fresh cult for one that has almost ceased to command observance. In the books of Bergotte which I constantly reread, his sentences stood out as clearly before my eyes as my own thoughts the furniture in my room and the carriages in the street. All the details were quite easily seen, not perhaps precisely as one had always seen them but at any rate as one was accustomed to see them now. But a new writer had recently begun to publish work in which the relations between things were so different from those that connected them for me that I could understand hardly anything of what he wrote. He would say, for instance: “The hose-pipes admired the smart upkeep of the roads” and so far it was simple, I followed him smoothly along those roads “which started every five minutes from Briand and Claudel.” At that point I ceased to understand, because I had expected the name of a place and was given that of a person instead. Only I felt that it was not the sentence that was badly constructed but I myself that lacked the strength and ability necessary to reach the end. I would start afresh striving tooth and nail to climb to the pinnacle from which I would see things in their novel relations. And each time, after I had got about halfway through the sentence, I would fall back again, as later on, when I joined the Army, in my attempts at the exercise known as the ‘bridge-ladder.’ I felt nevertheless for the new writer the admiration which an awkward boy who never receives any marks for gymnastics feels when he watches another more nimble. And from then onwards I felt less admiration for Bergotte, whose limpidity began to strike me as insufficient. There was a time at which people recognised things quite easily in pictures when it was Fromentin who had painted them, and could not recognise them at all when it was Renoir\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0People of taste and refinement tell us nowadays that Renoir is one of the great painters of the last century. But in so saying they forget the element of Time, and that it took a great deal of time, well into the present century, before Renoir was hailed as a great artist. To succeed thus in gaining recognition, the original painter, the original writer proceeds on the lines adopted by oculists. The course of treatment they give us by their painting or by their prose is not always agreeable to us. When it is at an end the operator says to us: “Now look!” And, lo and behold, the world around us which was not created once and for all, but is created afresh as often as an original artist is born appears to us entirely different from the; old world, but perfectly clear. Women pass in the street, different from what they used to be, because they are Renoirs, those Renoir types which we persistently refused to see as women. The carriages, too, are Renoirs, and the water, and the sky: we feel tempted to go for a walk in the forest which reminds us of that other which when we first saw it looked like anything in the world except a forest, like for instance a tapestry of innumerable shades but lacking precisely the shades proper to forests. Such is the new and perishable universe which has just been created. It will last until the next geological catastrophe is precipitated by a new painter or writer of original talent\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This writer who had taken Bergotte’s place in my affections wearied me not by the incoherence but by the novelty of associations — perfectly coherent — which my mind was not trained to follow. The fact that it was always at the same point that I felt myself relinquish my grasp pointed to a common character in the efforts that I had always to make. Moreover, when once in a thousand times I did succeed in following the writer to the end of his sentence, what I saw there was always of a humour, a truth, a charm similar to those which I had found long ago in reading Bergotte, only more delightful. I reflected that it was not so many years since a similar reconstruction of the world, like that which I was waiting now for his successor to produce, had been wrought for me by Bergotte himself. Until I was led to ask myself whether there was indeed any truth in the distinction which we are always making between art, which is no more advanced now than in Homer’s day, and science with its continuous progress. Perhaps, on the contrary, art was in this respect like science; each new writer seemed to me to have advanced beyond the stage of his immediate predecessor; and how was I to know that in twenty years’ time, when I should be able to accompany without strain or effort the newcomer of to-day, another might not appear at whose approach he in turn would be packed off to the limbo to which his own coming would have consigned Bergotte?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I spoke to the latter of the new writer. He gave me a distaste for him not so much when he said that his art was uncouth, easy and vacuous, as when he told me that he had seen him, and had almost mistaken him so strong was the likeness for Bloch. From that moment my friend’s features outlined themselves on the printed pages, and I no longer felt any obligation to make the effort necessary to understand them. If Bergotte had decried him to me it was less, I fancy, out of jealousy for a success that was yet to come than out of ignorance of his work. He read scarcely anything. The bulk of his thought had long since passed from his brain into his books. He had grown thin, as though they had been extracted from him by surgical operations. His reproductive instinct no longer impelled him to any activity, now that he had given an independent existence to almost all his thoughts. He led the vegetative life of a convalescent, of a woman after childbirth; his fine eyes remained motionless, vaguely dazed, like the eyes of a man who lies on the seashore and in a vague daydream sees only each little breaking wave. However, if it was less interesting to talk to him now than I should once have found it, I felt no compunction for that. He was so far a creature of habit that the simplest habits, like the most elaborate, once he had formed them, became indispensable to him for a certain length of time. I do not know what made him come to our house first of all, but after that every day it was simply because he had been there the day before. He would come to the house as he might have gone to a café, so that no one should talk to him, so that he might — very rarely — talk himself; one might in short have found in his conduct a sign that he was moved to sympathise with us in our anxiety, or that he enjoyed my company, had one sought to draw any conclusion from such an assiduity in calling. It did not fail to impress my mother, sensitive to everything that might be regarded as an act of homage to her invalid. And every day she reminded me: “See that you don’t forget to thank him nicely.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We had also — a discreet feminine attention like the refreshments that are brought to us in the studio, between sittings, by a painter’s mistress — a courteous supplement to those which her husband paid us professionally, a visit from Mme. Cottard. She came to offer us her ‘waiting-woman,’ or, if we preferred the services of a man, she would ‘scour the country’ for one, and, best of all, on our declining, said that she did hope this was not just a ‘put-off on our part, a word which in her world signifies a false pretext for not accepting an invitation. She assured us that the Professor, who never referred to his patients when he was at home, was as sad about it as if it had been she herself who was ill. We shall see in due course that even if this had been true it would have been at once a very small and a considerable admission on the part of the most faithless and the most attentive of husbands\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Offers as helpful and infinitely more touching owing to the form in which they were couched which was a blend of the highest intelligence, the warmest sympathy, and a rare felicity of expression were addressed to me by the Hereditary Grand Duke of Luxembourg. I had met him at Balbec where he had come on a visit to one of his aunts, the Princesse de Luxembourg, being himself at that time merely Comte de Nassau. He had married, some months later, the charming daughter of another Luxembourg Princess, extremely rich, because she was the only daughter of a Prince who was the proprietor of an immense flour-mill. Whereupon the Grand Duke of Luxembourg, who had no children of his own and was devoted to his nephew Nassau, had obtained the approval of his Chamber to his declaring the young man his heir. As with all marriages of this nature, the origin of the bride’s fortune was the obstacle as it was also the deciding factor. I remembered this Comte de Nassau as one of the most striking young men I had ever met, already devoured, at that time, by a dark and blazing passion for his betrothed. I was deeply touched by the letters which he wrote me, day after day, during my grandmother’s illness, and Mamma herself, in her emotion, quoted sadly one of her mother’s expressions: “Sévigné would not have put it better.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0On the sixth day Mamma, yielding to my grandmother’s entreaties, left her for a little and pretended to go and lie down. I should have liked so that my grandmother might go to sleep Françoise to sit quite still and not disturb her by moving. In spite of my supplications, she got up and left the room; she was genuinely devoted to my grandmother; with her uncanny insight and her natural pessimism she regarded her as doomed. She would therefore have liked to pay her every possible attention. But word had just come that an electrician was in the house, one of the oldest servants of his firm, the head of which was his brother-in-law, highly esteemed throughout the building, where he had worked for many years, and especially by Jupien. This man had been ordered to come before my grandmother’s illness. It seemed to me that he might have been sent away again, or told to wait. But Franchise’s code of manners would not permit of this; it would have been a want of courtesy towards this worthy man; my grandmother’s condition ceased at once to matter. When, after waiting a quarter of an hour, I lost my patience and went to look for her in the kitchen, I found her talking to him on the landing of the back staircase, the door of which stood open, a device which had the advantage, should any of us come on the scene, of letting it be thought that they were just saying goodbye, but had also the drawback of sending a terrible draught through the house. Françoise tore herself from the workman, not without turning to shout down after him various greetings, forgotten in her haste, to his wife and brother-in-law. A typical Combray scruple, not to be found wanting in politeness, which Françoise extended even to foreign politics. People foolishly imagine that the vast dimensions of social phenomena afford them an excellent opportunity to penetrate farther into the human soul; they ought, on the contrary, to realise that it is by plumbing the depths of a single personality that they might have a chance of understanding those phenomena. A thousand times over Françoise told the gardener at Combray that war was the most senseless of crimes, that life was the only thing that mattered. Yet, when the Russo-Japanese war broke out, she was quite ashamed, when she thought of the Tsar, that we had not gone to war also to help the ‘poor Russians,’ “since,” she reminded us, “we’re allianced to them.” She felt this abstention to be not quite polite to Nicholas II, who had always “said such nice things about us”; it was a corollary of the same code which would have prevented her from refusing a glass of brandy from Jupien, knowing that it would ‘upset’ her digestion, and which brought it about that now, with my grandmother lying at death’s door, the same meanness of which she considered France guilty in remaining neutral with regard to Japan she would have had to admit in herself, had she not gone in person to make her apologies to this good electrician who had been put to so much trouble\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Luckily for ourselves, we were soon rid of Françoise’s daughter, who was obliged to be away for some weeks. To the regular stock of advice which people at Combray gave to the family of an invalid: “You haven’t tried taking him away for a little . . . the change of air, you know . . . pick up an appetite . . . etc?” she had added the almost unique idea, which she had specially created in her own imagination, and repeated accordingly whenever we saw her, without fail, as though hoping by dint of reiteration to force it through the thickness of people’s heads: “She ought to have taken herself in hand radically from the first.” She did not recommend any one cure rather than another, provided that it were ‘radical.’ As for Françoise herself, she noticed that we were not giving my grandmother many medicines. Since, according to her, they only destroyed the stomach, she was quite glad of this, but at the same time even more humiliated. She had, in the South of France, some cousins — relatively well-to-do — whose daughter, after falling ill just as she was growing up, had died at twenty-three; for several years the father and mother had ruined themselves on drugs, on different doctors, on pilgrimages from one watering-place to another, until her decease. Now all this seemed to Françoise, for the parents in question, a kind of luxury, as though they had owned racehorses, or a Place in the country. They themselves, in the midst of their affliction, derived a certain gratification from the thought of such lavish expenditure. They had now nothing left, least of all their most precious possession, their child, but they did enjoy telling people how they had done as much for her and more than the richest in the land. The ultra-violet rays to the action of which, several times a day for months on end, the poor girl had been subjected, delighted them more than anything. The father, elated in his grief by the glory of it all, was led to speak of his daughter at times as of an operatic star for whose sake he had ruined himself. Françoise was not unmoved by this wealth of scenic effect; that which framed my grandmother’s sickbed seemed to her a trifle meagre, suited rather to an illness on the stage of a small provincial theatre\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0There came a time when her uraemic trouble affected my grandmother’s eyes. For some days she could not see at all. Her eyes were not at all like those of a blind person, but remained just the same as before. And I gathered that she could see nothing only from the strangeness of a certain smile of welcome which she assumed the moment one opened the door, until one had come up to her and taken her hand, a smile which began too soon and remained stereotyped on her lips, fixed, but always full-faced, and endeavouring to be visible from all points, because she could no longer rely upon her sight to regulate it, to indicate the right moment, the proper direction, to bring it to the point, to make it vary according to the change of position or of facial expression of the person who had come in; because it was left isolated, without the accompanying smile in her eyes which would have distracted a little from it the attention of the visitor, it assumed in its awkwardness an undue importance, giving one the impression of an exaggerated friendliness. Then her sight was completely restored; from her eyes the wandering affliction passed to her ears. For several days my grandmother was deaf. And as she was afraid of being taken by surprise by the sudden entry of some one whom she would not have heard come in, all day long, albeit she was lying with her face to the wall, she kept turning her head sharply towards the door. But the movement of her neck was clumsy, for one cannot adapt oneself in a few days to this transposition of faculties, so as, if not actually to see sounds, to listen with one’s eyes. Finally her pain grew less, but the impediment of her speech increased. We were obliged to ask her to repeat almost everything that she said\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0And now my grandmother, realising that we could no longer understand her, gave up altogether the attempt to speak and lay perfectly still. When she caught sight of me she gave a sort of convulsive start like a person who suddenly finds himself unable to breathe, but could make no intelligible sound. Then, overcome by her sheer powerlessness, she let her head drop on to the pillows, stretched herself out flat in her bed, her face grave, like a face of marble, her hands motionless on the sheet or occupied in some purely physical action such as that of wiping her fingers with her handkerchief. She made no effort to think. Then came a state of perpetual agitation. She was incessantly trying to get up. But we restrained her so far as we could from doing so, for fear of her discovering how paralysed she was. One day when she had been left alone for a moment I found her standing on the floor in her nightgown trying to open the window\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At Balbec, once, when a widow who had jumped into the sea had been rescued against her will, my grandmother had told me moved perhaps by one of those presentiments which we discern at times in the mystery — so obscure, for all that — of the organic life around us, in which nevertheless it seems that our own future is foreshadowed that she could think of nothing so cruel as to tear a poor wretch from the death that she had deliberately sought and restore her to her living martyrdom\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We were just in time to catch my grandmother, she put up an almost violent resistance to my mother, then, overpowered, seated forcibly in an armchair, she ceased to wish for death, to regret being alive, her face resumed its impassivity and she began laboriously to pick off the hairs that had been left on her nightgown by a fur cloak which somebody had thrown over her shoulders\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The look in her eyes changed completely; often uneasy, plaintive, haggard, it was no longer the look we knew, it was the sullen expression of a doddering old woman. . . \n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0By dint of repeatedly asking her whether she would not like her hair done, Françoise managed to persuade herself that the request had come from my grandmother. She armed herself with brushes, combs, eau de Cologne, a wrapper. “It can’t hurt Madame Amédée,” she said to herself, “if I just comb her; nobody’s ever too ill for a good combing.” In other words, one was never too weak for another person to be able, for her own satisfaction, to comb one. But when I came into the room I saw between the cruel hands of Françoise, as blissfully happy as though she were in the act of restoring my grandmother to health, beneath a thin rain of aged tresses which had not the strength to resist the action of the comb, a head which, incapable of maintaining the position into which it had been forced, was rolling to and fro with a ceaseless swirling motion in which sheer debility alternated with spasms of pain. I felt that the moment at which Françoise would have finished her task was approaching, and I dared not hasten it by suggesting to her: “That is enough,” for fear of her disobeying me. But I did forcibly intervene when, in order that my grandmother might see whether her hair had been done to her liking, Françoise, with innocent savagery, brought her a glass. I was glad for the moment that I had managed to snatch it from her in time, before my grandmother, whom we had carefully kept without a mirror, could catch even a stray glimpse of a face unlike anything she could have imagined. But, alas, when, a moment later, I leaned over her to kiss that dear forehead which had been so harshly treated, she looked up at me with a puzzled, distrustful, shocked expression: she did not know me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0According to our doctor, this was a symptom that the congestion of her brain was increasing. It must be relieved in some way\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Cottard was in two minds. Françoise hoped at first that they were going to apply ‘clarified cups.’ She looked for the effects of this treatment in my dictionary, but could find no reference to it. Even if she had said ‘scarified’ instead of ‘clarified’ she still would not have found any reference to this adjective, since she did not look any more for it under ‘S’ than under ‘C’; she did indeed say ‘clarified’ but she wrote and consequently assumed that the printed word was ‘esclarified.’ Cottard, to her disappointment, gave the preference, though without much hope, to leeches. When, a few hours later, I went into my grandmother’s room, fastened to her neck, her temples, her ears, the tiny black serpents were writhing among her bloodstained locks, as on the head of Medusa. But in her pale and peaceful entirely motionless face I saw wide open, luminous and calm, her own beautiful eyes, as in days gone by perhaps even more charged with the light of intelligence than they had been before her illness, since, as she could not speak and must not move, it was to her eyes alone that she entrusted her thought, that thought which at one time occupies an immense place in us, offering us undreamed-of treasures, at another time seems reduced to nothing, then may be reborn, as though by spontaneous generation, by the withdrawal of a few drops of blood, her eyes, soft and liquid like two pools of oil in which the rekindled fire that was now burning lighted before the face of the invalid a reconquered universe. Her calm was no longer the wisdom of despair, but that of hope. She realised that she was better, wished to be careful, not to move, and made me the present only of a charming smile so that I should know that she was feeling better, as she gently pressed my hand\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I knew the disgust that my grandmother felt at the sight of certain animals, let alone being touched by them. I knew that it was in consideration of a higher utility that she was enduring the leeches. And so it infuriated me to hear Françoise repeating to her with that laugh which people use to a baby, to make it crow: “Oh, look at the little beasties running about on Madame.” This was, moreover, treating our patient with a want of respect, as though she were in her second childhood. But my grandmother, whose face had assumed the calm fortitude of a stoic, did not seem even to hear her\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Alas! No sooner had the leeches been taken off than the congestion returned and grew steadily worse. I was surprised to find that at this stage, when my grandmother was so ill, Françoise was constantly disappearing. The fact was that she had ordered herself a mourning dress, and did not wish to keep her dressmaker waiting. In the lives of most women, everything, even the greatest sorrow, resolves itself into a question of ‘trying-on.’\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A few days later, when I was in bed and sleeping, my mother came to call me in the early hours of the morning. With that tender consideration which, in great crises, people who are crushed by grief shew even for the slightest discomfort of others:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Forgive me for disturbing your sleep,” she said to me\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I was not asleep,” I answered as I awoke\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0I said this in good faith. The great modification which the act of awakening effects in us is not so much that of introducing us to the clear life of consciousness, as that of making us lose all memory of that other, rather more diffused light in which our mind has been resting, as in the opaline depths of the sea. The tide of thought, half veiled from our perception, over which we were drifting still a moment ago, kept us in a state of motion perfectly sufficient to enable us to refer to it by the name of wakefulness. But then our actual awakenings produce an interruption of memory. A little later we describe these states as sleep because we no longer remember them. And when shines that bright star which at the moment of waking illuminates behind the sleeper the whole expanse of his sleep, it makes him imagine for a few moments that this was not a sleeping but a waking state; a shooting star, it must be added, which blots out with the fading of its light not only the false existence but the very appearance of our dream, and merely enables him who has awoken to say to himself: “I was asleep.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0In a voice so gentle that she seemed to be afraid of hurting me, my mother asked whether it would tire me too much to get out of bed, and, stroking my hands, went on:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “My poor boy, you have only your Papa and Mamma to help you now.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0We went into the sickroom. Bent in a semicircle on the bed a creature other than my grandmother, a sort of wild beast which was coated with her hair and couched amid her bedclothes lay panting, groaning, making the blankets heave with its convulsions. The eyelids were closed, and it was because the one nearer me did not shut properly, rather than because it opened at all that it left visible a chink of eye, misty, filmed, reflecting the dimness both of an organic sense of vision and of a hidden, internal pain. All this agitation was not addressed to us, whom she neither saw nor knew. But if this was only a beast that was stirring there, where coulel my grandmother be? Yes, I could recognise the shape of her nose, which bore no relation now to the rest of her face, but to the corner of which a beauty spot still adhered, and the hand that kept thrusting the blankets aside with a gesture which formerly would have meant that those blankets were pressing upon her, but now meant nothing\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Mamma asked me to go for a little vinegar and water with which to sponge my grandmother’s forehead. It was the only thing that refreshed her, thought Mamma, who saw that she was trying to push back her hair. But now one of the servants was signalling to me from the doorway. The news that my grandmother was in the last throes had spread like wildfire through the house. One of those ‘extra helps’ whom people engage at exceptional times to relieve the strain on their servants a practice which gives deathbeds an air of being social functions had just opened the front door to the Duc de Guermantes, who was now waiting in the hall and had asked for me: I could not escape him\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “I have just, my dear Sir, heard your tragic news. I should like, as a mark of sympathy, to shake hands with your father.” I made the excuse that I could not very well disturb him at the moment. M. de Guermantes was like a caller who turns up just as one is about to start on a journey. But he felt so intensely the importance of the courtesy he was shewing us that it blinded him to all else, and he insisted upon being taken into the drawing-room. As a general rule, he made a point of going resolutely through the formalities with which he had decided to honour anyone, and took little heed that the trunks were packed or the coffin ready\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Have you sent for Dieulafoy? No? That was a great mistake. And if you had only asked me, I would have got him to come, he never refuses me anything, although he has refused the Duchesse de Chartres before now. You see, I set myself above a Princess of the Blood. However, in the presence of death we are all equal,” he added, not that he meant to suggest that my grandmother was becoming his equal, but probably because he felt that a prolonged discussion of his power over Dieulafoy and his pre-eminence over the Duchesse de Chartres would not be in very good taste\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0This advice did not in the least surprise me. I knew that, in the Guermantes set, the name of Dieulafoy was regularly quoted only with slightly more respect among those of other tradesmen who were ‘quite the best’ in their respective lines. And the old Duchesse de Mortemart néeGuermantes I never could understand, by the way, why, the moment one speaks of a Duchess, one almost invariably says: “The old Duchess of So-and-so” or, alternatively, in a delicate Watteau tone, if she is still young: “The little Duchess of So-and-so,” would prescribe almost automatically, with a droop of the eyelid, in serious cases: “Dieulafoy, Dieulafoy!” as, if one wanted a place for ices, she would advise: ‘Poiré Blanche,’ or for small pastry ‘Rebattet, Rebattet.’ But I was not aware that my father had, as a matter of fact, just sent for Dieulafoy\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this point my mother, who was waiting impatiently for some cylinders of oxygen which would help my grandmother to breathe more easily, came out herself to the hall where she little expected to find M. de Guermantes. I should have liked to conceal him, had that been possible. But convinced in his own mind that nothing was more essential, could be more gratifying to her or more indispensable to the maintenance of his reputation as a perfect gentleman, he seized me violently by the arm and, although I defended myself as against an assault with repeated protestations of “Sir, Sir, Sir,” dragged me across to Mamma, saying: “Will you do me the great honour of presenting me to your mother?” letting go a little as he came to the last word. And it was so plain to him that the honour was hers that he could not help smiling at her even while he was composing a grave face. There was nothing for it but to mention his name, the sound of which at once started him bowing and scraping, and he was just going to begin the complete ritual of salutation. He apparently proposed to enter into conversation, but my mother, overwhelmed by her grief, told me to come at once and did not reply to the speeches of M. de Guermantes who, expecting to be received as a visitor and finding himself instead left alone in the hall, would have been obliged to retire had he not at that moment caught sight of Saint-Loup who had arrived in Paris that morning and had come to us in haste to inquire for news. “I say, this is a piece of luck!” cried the Duke joyfully, catching his nephew by the sleeve, which he nearly tore off, regardless of the presence of my mother who was again crossing the hall. Saint-Loup was not sorry, I fancy, despite his genuine sympathy, at having missed seeing me, considering his attitude towards myself. He left the house, carried off by his uncle who — having had something very important to say to him and having very nearly gone down to Doncières on purpose to say it, was beside himself with joy at being able to save himself so much exertion. “Upon my soul, if anybody had told me I had only to cross the courtyard and I should find you here, I should have thought it a huge joke; as your friend M. Bloch would say, it’s a regular farce.” And as he disappeared down the stairs with Robert whom he held by the shoulder: “All the same,” he went on, “it’s quite clear I must have touched the hangman’s rope or something; I do have the most astounding luck.” Not that the Duc de Guermantes was ill-bred; far from it. But he was one of those men who are incapable of putting themselves in the place of other people, who resemble in that respect undertakers and the majority of doctors, and who, after composing their faces and saying: “This is a very painful occasion,” after, if need be, embracing you and advising you to rest, cease to regard a deathbed or a funeral as anything but a social gathering of a more or less restricted kind at which, with a joviality that has been checked for a moment only, they scan the room in search of the person whom they can tell about their own little affairs, or ask to introduce them to some one else, or offer a ‘lift’ in their carriage when it is time to go home. The Duc de Guermantes, while congratulating himself on the ‘good wind’ that had blown him into the arms of his nephew, was still so surprised at the reception — natural as it was — that had been given him by my mother, that he declared later on that she was as disagreeable as my father was civil, that she had ‘absent fits’ during which she seemed literally not to hear a word you said to her, and that in his opinion she had no self-possession and perhaps even was not quite ‘all there.’ At the same time he had been quite prepared according to what I was told to put this state of mind down, in part at any rate, to the circumstances, and declared that my mother had seemed to him greatly ‘affected’ by the sad event. But he had still stored up in his limbs all the residue of bows and reverences which he had been prevented from using up, and had so little idea of the real nature of Mamma’s sorrow that he asked me, the day before the funeral, if I was not doing anything to distract her\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0A half-brother of my grandmother, who was in religion, and whom I had never seen, had telegraphed to Austria, where the head of his Order was, and having as a special privilege obtained leave, arrived that day. Bowed down with grief, he sat by the bedside reading prayers and meditations from a book, without, however, taking his gimlet eyes from the invalid’s face. At one point, when my grandmother was unconscious, the sight of this cleric’s grief began to upset me, and I looked at him tenderly. He appeared surprised by my pity, and then an odd thing happened. He joined his hands in front of his face, like a man absorbed in painful meditation, but, on the assumption that I would then cease to watch him, left, as I observed, a tiny chink between his fingers. And at the moment when my gaze left his face, I saw his sharp eye, which had been making use of its vantage-point behind his hands to observe whether my sympathy were sincere. He was hidden there as in the darkness of a confessional. He saw that I was still looking and at once shut tight the lattice which he had left ajar. I have met him again since then, but never has any reference been made by either of us to that minute. It was tacitly agreed that I had not noticed that he was spying on me. In the priest as in the alienist, there is always an element of the examining magistrate. Besides, what friend is there, however cherished, in whose and our common past there has not been some such episode which we find it convenient to believe that he must have forgotten?\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The doctor gave my grandmother an injection of morphine, and to make her breathing less troublesome ordered cylinders of oxygen. My mother, the doctor, the nursing sister held these in their hands; as soon as one was exhausted another was put in its place. I had left the room for a few minutes. When I returned I found myself face to face with a miracle. Accompanied on a muted instrument by an incessant murmur, my grandmother seemed to be greeting us with a long and blissful chant, which filled the room, rapid and musical. I soon realized that this was scarcely less unconscious, that it was as purely mechanical as the hoarse rattle that I had heard before leaving the room. Perhaps to a slight extent it reflected some improvement brought about by the morphine. Principally it was the result the air not passing quite in the same way through the bronchial tubes of a change in the register of her breathing. Released by the twofold action of the oxygen and the morphine, my grandmother’s breath no longer laboured, panted, groaned, but, swift and light, shot like a skater along the delicious stream. Perhaps with her breath, unconscious like that of the wind in the hollow stem of a reed, there were blended in this chant some of those more human sighs which, liberated at the approach of death, make us imagine impressions of suffering or happiness in minds which already have ceased to feel, and these sighs came now to add a more melodious accent, but without changing its rhythm, to that long phrase which rose, mounted still higher, then declined, to start forth afresh, from her unburdened bosom in quest of the oxygen. Then, having risen to so high a pitch, having been sustained with so much vigour, the chant, mingled with a murmur of supplication from the midst of her ecstasy, seemed at times to stop altogether like a spring that has ceased to flow\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0Françoise, in any great sorrow, felt the need but did not possess the art — as simple as that need was futile — of giving it expression. Regarding my grandmother’s case as quite hopeless, it was her own personal impressions that she was impelled to communicate to us. And all that she could do was to repeat: “It makes me feel all queer,” in the same tone in which she would say, when she had taken too large a plateful of cabbage broth: “It’s like a load on my stomach,” sensations both of which were more natural than she seemed to think. Though so feebly expressed, her grief was nevertheless very great, and was aggravated moreover by her annoyance that her daughter, detained at Combray to which this young Parisian now referred as ‘the Cambrousse’ and where she felt herself growing ‘pétrousse,’ in other words fossilised, would not, presumably, be able to return in time for the funeral ceremony, which was certain, Françoise felt, to be a superb spectacle. Knowing that we were not inclined to be expansive, she made Jupien promise at all costs to keep every evening in the week free. She knew that he would be engaged elsewhere at the hour of the funeral. She was determined at least to ‘go over it all’ with him on his return\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0For several nights now my father, my grandfather and one of our cousins had been sitting up, and never left the house during the day. Their continuous devotion ended by assuming a mask of indifference, and their interminable leisure round the deathbed made them indulge in that small talk which is an inseparable accompaniment of prolonged confinement in a railway carriage. Anyhow this cousin a nephew of my great-aunt aroused in me an antipathy as strong as the esteem which he deserved and generally enjoyed. He was always ‘sent for’ in times of great trouble, and was so assiduous in his attentions to the dying that their mourning families, on the pretext that he was in delicate health, despite his robust appearance, his bass voice and bristling beard, invariably besought him, with the customary euphemisms, not to come to the cemetery. I could tell already that Mamma, who thought of others in the midst of the most crushing grief, would soon be saying to him, in a very different form of words, what he was in the habit of hearing said on all such occasions:\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Promise me that you won’t come ‘to-morrow.’ Please, for ‘her sake.’ At any rate, you won’t go ‘all the way.’ It’s what she would have wished.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0But there was nothing for it; he was always the first to arrive ‘at the house,’ by reason of which he had been given, among another set, the nickname unknown to us of ‘No flowers by request.’ And before attending everything he had always ‘attended to everything,’ which entitled him to the formula: “We don’t know how to thank you.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “What’s that?” came in a loud voice from my grandfather, who had grown rather deaf and had failed to catch something which our cousin had just said to my father\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Nothing,” answered the cousin. “I was just saying that I’d heard from Combray this morning. The weather is appalling down there, and here we’ve got too much sun.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yet the barometer is very low,” put in my father\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Where did you say the weather was bad?” asked my grandfather\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “At Combray.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Ah! I’m not surprised; whenever it’s bad here it’s fine at Combray, and vice versa. Good gracious! Talking of Combray, has anyone remembered to tell Legrandin?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, don’t worry about that, it’s been done,” said my cousin, whose cheeks, bronzed by an irrepressible growth of beard, dimpled faintly with the satisfaction of having ‘remembered’ it\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0At this point my father hurried from the room. I supposed that a sudden change, for better or worse, had occurred. It was simply that Dr. Dieulafoy had just arrived. My father went to receive him in the drawing-room, like the actor who is to come next on the stage. We had sent for him not to cure but to certify, in almost a legal capacity. Dr. Dieulafoy might indeed be a great physician, a marvellous professor; to these several parts, in which he excelled, he added a third, in which he remained for forty years without a rival, a part as original as that of the arguer, the scaramouch or the noble father, which consisted in coming to certify an agony or a death. The mere sound of his name foreshadowed the dignity with which he would sustain the part, and when the servant announced: “M. Dieulafoy,” one imagined oneself at a play by Molière. To the dignity of his attitude was added, without being conspicuous, the suppleness of a perfect figure. A face in itself too good-looking was toned down by the convention due to distressing circumstances. In the sable majesty of his frock coat the Professor entered the room, melancholy without affectation, uttered not the least word of condolence, which might have been thought insincere, nor was he guilty of the slightest infringement of the rules of tact. At the foot of a deathbed it was he and not the Duc de Guermantes who was the great gentleman Having examined my grandmother, but not so as to tire her, and with ari excess of reserve which was an act of courtesy to the doctor who was treating the case, he murmured a few words to my father, bowed respectfully to my mother to whom I felt that my father had positively to restrain himself from saying: “Professor Dieulafoy.” But already our visitor had turned away, not wishing to seem to be soliciting an introduction, and left the room in the most polished manner conceivable, simply taking with him the sealed envelope that was slipped into his hand. He had not appeared to see it, and we ourselves were left wondering for a moment whether we had really given it to him, such a conjurer’s nimbleness had he put into the act of making it vanish without thereby losing anything of the gravity — which was increased rather — of the great consultant in his long frock coat with its silken lapels, and his handsome head full of a noble commiseration. The slowness and vivacity of his movements shewed that, even if he had a hundred other visits to pay and patients waiting, he refused to appear hurried. For he was the embodiment of tact, intelligence and kindness. That eminent man is no longer with us. Other physicians, other professors may have rivalled, may indeed have surpassed him. But the ‘capacity’ in which his knowledge, his physical endowments, his distinguished manners made him triumph exists no longer for want of any successor capable of taking his place. Mamma had not even noticed M. Dieulafoy, everything that was not my grandmother having no existence for her. I remember and here I anticipate that at the cemetery, where we saw her, like a supernatural apparition, go up timidly to the grave and seem to be gazing in the wake of a flying form that was already far away, my father having remarked to her: “Old Norpois came to the house and to the church and on here; he gave up a most important committee meeting to come; you ought really to say a word to him, he’ll be so gratified if you do,” my mother, when the Ambassador stood before her and bowed, could do no more than gently incline a face that shewed no tears. A couple of days earlier — to anticipate once again before returning to where we were just now by the bed on which my grandmother lay dying — while they were watching by the body, Françoise, who, not disbelieving entirely in ghosts, was terrified by the least sound, had said: “I believe that’s her.” But in place of fear it was an ineffable sweetness that her words aroused in my mother, who would have been so glad that the dead should return, to have her mother with her sometimes still\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0To return now to those last hours, “You heard about the telegram her sisters sent us?” my grandfather asked the cousin\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “Yes, Beethoven, they told me about it, it’s worth framing; still, I’m not surprised.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “My poor wife, who was so fond of them, too,” said my grandfather, wiping away a tear. “We mustn’t blame them. They’re stark mad, both of them, as I’ve always said. What’s the matter now; aren’t you going on with the oxygen?”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0My mother spoke: “Oh, but then Mamma will be having more trouble with her breathing.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0The doctor reassured her: “Oh, no! The effect of the oxygen will last a good while yet; we can begin it again presently.”\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0It seemed to me that he would not have said this of a dying woman, that if this good effect were to last it meant that we could still do something to keep her alive. The hiss of the oxygen ceased for a few moments, But the happy plaint of her breathing poured out steadily, light, troubled, unfinished, without end, beginning afresh. Now and then it seemed that all was over, her breath stopped, whether owing to one of those transpositions to another octave that occur in the breathing of a sleeper, or else from a natural interruption, an effect of unconsciousness, the progress of asphyxia, some failure of the heart. The doctor stooped to feel my grandmother’s pulse, but already, as if a tributary were pouring its current into the dried river-bed, a fresh chant broke out from the interrupted measure. And the first was resumed in another pitch with the same inexhaustible force. Who knows whether, without indeed my grandmother’s being conscious of them, a countless throng of happy and tender memories compressed by suffering were not escaping from her now, like those lighter gases which had long been compressed in the cylinders? One would have said that everything thai she had to tell us was pouring out, that it was to us that she was addressing herself with this prolixity, this earnestness, this effusion. At the foot of the bed, convulsed by every gasp of this agony, not weeping but now and then drenched with tears, my mother presented the unreasoning desolation of a leaf which the rain lashes and the wind twirls on its stem. They made me dry my eyes before I went up to kiss my grandmother\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “But I thought she couldn’t see anything now?” said my father\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0 “One can never be sure,” replied the doctor\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0When my lips touched her face, my grandmother’s hands quivered, a long shudder ran through her whole body, reflex perhaps, perhaps because certain affections have their hyperaesthesia which recognises through the veil of unconsciousness what they barely need senses to enable them to love. Suddenly my grandmother half rose, made a violent effort, as though struggling to resist an attempt on her life. Françoise could not endure this sight and burst out sobbing. Remembering what the doctor had just said I tried to make her leave the room. At that moment my grandmother opened her eyes. I thrust myself hurriedly in front of Françoise to hide her tears, while my parents were speaking to the sufferer. The sound of the oxygen had ceased; the doctor moved away from the bedside. My grandmother was dead\n\n\xa0\xa0\xa0An hour or two later Françoise was able for the last time, and without causing them any pain, to comb those beautiful tresses which had only begun to turn grey and hitherto had seemed not so old as my grandmother herself. But now on the contrary it was they alone that set the crown of age on a face grown young again, from which had vanished the wrinkles, the contractions, the swellings, the strains, the hollows which in the long course of years had been carved on it by suffering. As at the far-off time when her parents had chosen for her a bridegroom, she had the features delicately traced by purity and submission, the cheeks glowing with a chaste expectation, with a vision of happiness, with an innocent gaiety even which the years had gradually destroyed. Life in withdrawing from her had taken with it the disillusionments of life. A smile seemed to be hovering on my grandmother’s lips. On that funeral couch, death, like a sculptor of the middle ages, had laid her in the form of a young maidenEmbed', 'default'",3
6358,Daniel_Boone___Beautiful_Sunday,happy,"""Beautiful Sunday  [Verse 1]\nSunday morning, up with the lark\nI think I'll take a walk in the park\nHey, hey, hey, it's a beautiful day\n\nI've got someone waiting for me\nAnd when I see her, I know that she'll say\nHey, hey, hey, it's a beautiful day\n\n[Chorus]\nHi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday\nThis is my, my, my beautiful day\nWhen you say, say, say, say that you love me\nOh my, my, my, it's a beautiful day\n[Verse 2]\nBirds are singing, you by my side\nLet's take a car and go for a ride\nHey, hey, hey, it's a beautiful day\n\nWe'll drive on and follow the sun\nMaking Sunday go on and on\nHey, hey, hey, it's a beautiful day\n\n[Chorus]\nHi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday\nThis is my, my, my beautiful day\nWhen you say, say, say, say that you love me\nOh my, my, my, it's a beautiful day\n\nHi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday\nThis is my, my, my beautiful day\nWhen you say, say, say, say that you love me\nOh my, my, my, it's a beautiful day\n\nHi, hi, hi, beautiful Sunday\nThis is my, my, my beautiful day\nWhen you say, say, say, say that you love me\nOh my, my, my, it's a beautiful dayYou might also like1",0
6912,Desree___Little_Child,anger,"""Little Child  Little child, in your eyes I see your pain\nMy heart cries, when I hear you cry again\nFrail and small, can you believe fifteen years old?\nWhat is sad, he hasn't got far to go, oh oh, no no...\n\nYes, we'll cry, yes we'll cry\nOur hearts they feel no hate\nBabies scream, babies scream\nThey'll never achieve their dreams\nShall we dance? Yes we'll dance\nThe sky will hear our song\nAnd maybe rain...\n'cos it's been much too long\nMother's die, leaving hungry mouths behind\nThey can't hold on, when God wants them by His side\nIt's up to me, it's up to you\nVisualize and pray, is what we mustn't forget to do\n\nDry land, open up and let me in\nDry land, look what is happening\nYou know, there is plenty, plenty\nPlenty of work to do\nThis can't go down as another disaster in history...",3
8927,Faust___Its_A_Bit_Of_A_Pain,sad,"""It’s a Bit of a Pain  It's a bit of a pain\nTo be where I am\nIt's a bit of a pain\nTo be what I am\n\nBut it's all right with\nBut it's all right with\nBut it's all right with me\n\nWho is satisfied?\nWho wouldn't sell his mind?\nWho is satisfied?\nWho wouldn't sell his mind?\nWho can really say?\nYes it's all right with\nYes it's all right with\nYes it's all right with me\n\n“Den enkla sanningen är att en del män är håriga och andra inte är det. En del kvinnor har mycket hår och andra har det inte. Olika raser har olika mönster uppe i hårets fördelning. Den virilaste av alla mänskliga varelser, den unga negerhanen. Har nästan inget kroppshår alls”You might also like2",1
9242,Flogging_Molly___The_Story_So_Far,sad,"""The Story So Far  You always had what you wanted\nSo leave it behind\nAnd if the glass isn't broken\nThen the future's not blind\n\nAll that you know\nMeans nothing to you\nBut it's the loss of control\nShatters the truth\n\nCause the story so far is already here\nWe've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears\nBut life cuts to pieces till the wounds hold no secrets\nMakes it all who you are\nLove craves self destruction\nIt's a blizzard in hand\nYou lay your cards on the table\nBut you're not in command\n\nSo burn with the fire\nYou so eagerly lit\nWatch the flames flicker higher\nSay I don't care about me\n\nCause the story so far is already here\nWe've made it this far through the daggered-edge spears\nBut life cuts to pieces till the wounds hold no secrets\nMakes it all who you are\n\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\n\nThough it's bitter, the pill\nThat you swallow to feel\nI don't care what I lost\nI just thank God I'm alive\n\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nMakes it all who you are\nSee Flogging Molly LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also likeThat's the story so far",1
394,Adema___Sevenfold,sad,"""Sevenfold  Taste\nYou left a bitter taste in my mouth that will never heal to self-revealed unkind\nYou can never press rewind\nYou play the part that's so unreal\nRepercussions now pay the price\n\nWatch me walk away done talking now\nBridges burning yesterday\nWon't put them out\nNever heard a single word\nDone talking now\nTry to get through to me\nIt won't happen now\nI find that you'll get me back sevenfold\nDecisions in your life\nI find gonna get it back sevenfold\nBury me alive\n\nRight\nYou're always on the right\nYour adversaries left the field\nSigned and sealed\nLost sight\nCannot lead the blind\nYou point your finger filled with steel\nYour huge ordeal denied\n\nWatch me walk away done talking now\nBridges burning yesterday\nWon't put them out\nNever heard a single word\nDone talking now\nTry to get through to me\nIt won't happen now\n\nI find that you'll get me back sevenfold\nDecisions in your life\nI find gonna get me back sevenfold\nBury me alive\nYou might also likeYou've been riding so high on one big lie all these years\nDenied all my cries never thought you'd hear all these years\nSo crystal clear you'll cry the same tears we all did all these years\nAll these years\n\nWatch me walk away done talking now\nBridges burning yesterday\nIt won't happen now\n\nI find that you'll get me back sevenfold\nDecisions in your life\nI find gonna get me back sevenfold\nBury me alive\n\nAt the same time\nWatch me walk away done talking now\nBridges burning yesterday\nWon't put them out\nNever heard a single word\nDone talking now\nTry to get through to me\nIt won't happen now\n\nI find that you'll get me back sevenfold\nDecisions in your life\nI find gonna get me back sevenfold\nBury me alive\nWatch me walk away done talking now\nBridges burning yesterday\nWon't put them out\nNever heard a single word\nDone talking now\nTry to get through to me\nIt won't happen now",1
349,Adam_Green___I_Wanna_Die,sad,"""I Wanna Die  I wanna choose to die\nAnd be buried with a Rubik's cube\nAnd sleep inside the big blue buildings\nWhile the sweet disease drives through\n\nThere's a bakery in the night sky\nI wanna die because the government lied\n\nShe was a man with herpes\nFloating in a yellow stream\nRunning through the windows backwards\nKissing all the buildings clean\nNote his appetite for hardcore tapes\nAnd orgiastic party games\n\nShe woke up in the highway\nWith arrows pointing at her face\nLater that day in gym class\nShe ate a mouth full of anthrax\nGo to sleep",1
6914,Desree___Why_Should_I_Love_You,calm,"""Why Should I Love You?  Why should I love you?\nYou treat me so bad, you make me glad\nWhy should I care for you?\nI'll tell you my feelings honestly\nThere are few factors that lie in your favor\nYet I'm attracted, oh so distracted\nPride may ruin you slowly, harboring feelings\nYou never let go\nTrying to tell me that I'm in the wrong\nThough we've been together for so long\nThere is something there that I need\nYet far away from you I can be free\nYou wake up the sun shines on your face\nYou crack a smile you've got big plans today\nYour freedom lies way up in the skies\nYou'll fly high with invisible wings\nWhy should I love you?\nYou're makin' me so glad, so sad\nWhy should I care for you?\nYou're makin' me so glad, so sad\nOoo, ooh, ooo, ooh\nOoh, ohh, ooh, ooh\nWhy?",2
9337,Foo_Fighters___Breakout,happy,"""Breakout  [Verse 1]\nYou make me dizzy running circles in my head\nOne of these days I'll chase you down\nWell, look who's going crazy now\nWe're face to face my friend\nBetter get out\nBetter get out\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nYou know you make me break out\n[Bridge]\nYou can see this on my face, it's all for you\nThe more and more I take I break right through\nTherapy still scares me, putting me on my back again\n\n[Verse 2]\nI may be crazy, little frayed around the ends\nOne of these days I'll phase you out\nBurn it in the blast off, burn it in the blast off\nWatching me crawl away\nTry to get out, try to get out\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\n\n[Break]\nBreak out\nBreak out\nBreak out\nBreak out\nGo, go, go!\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nI don't want to look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\nI don't wanna look like that\n\n[Outro]\nYou know you make me break out\nMake me break out\nMake me break out\nYeah7",0
7316,Dixie_Chicks___If_I_Fall_Youre_Going_Down_With_Me,happy,"""If I Fall You’re Going Down with Me  [Verse 1]\nWas it the pull of the moon now baby\nThat led you to my door\nYou say the night's got you acting crazy\nI think it's something more\nI've never felt the Earth move honey\nUntil you shook my tree\nNobody runs from the law now baby\nOf love and gravity it pulls you so strong\nBaby you gotta hold on\n[Chorus]\nIf I fall you're going down with me\nYou're going down with me baby if I fall\nYou can't take back every little chill you give me\nYou're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe're hanging right on the edge now baby\nThe wind is getting stronger\nWe're hanging on by a thread now honey\nWe can't hold on much longer\nIt's a long way down but it's too late\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I fall you're going down with me\nYou're going down with me baby if I fall\nYou can't take back every little chill you give me\nYou're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh baby I couldn't get any higher\nThis time I'm willing to dance on the wire\nIf I fall, If I fall\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I fall you're going down with me\nYou're going down with me baby if I fall\nYou can't take back every little chill you give me\nYou're going down with me baby, heart and all ooh yeah\nYou might also like[Outro]\nIf I fall\nIf I fall",0
2376,Bad_Company___Feel_Like_Makin_Love,happy,"""Feel Like Makin’ Love  [Verse 1]\nBaby, when I think about you\nThink about love\nDarlin', don't live without you\nAnd your love\n\n[Bridge 1]\nIf I had, those golden dreams\nOf my yesterdays\nI would wrap you, in the heaven\n'Til I'm dyin' dyin', dyin',\nOn the way\n[Chorus]\nFeel like makin'\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love to you\n\n[Verse 2]\nBaby, if I think about you\nI Think about love\nDarlin', if I live without you\nI live without love\n\n[Bridge 2]\nAnd if I had, the sun and moon\nAnd they were shinin' shinin'\nI would give you, both night and day\nLove satisfyin'\n\n[Chorus]\nFeel like makin'\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love to you\nYou might also like[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge 1]\nAnd if I had, those golden dreams\nOf my yesterdays\nI would wrap you, in the heaven\n'Til I'm dyin' dyin', dyin',\nOn the way\n\n[Chorus]\nFeel like makin'\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love to you\n\n[Outro]\nWell I feel like makin' love\nWell I feel like makin' love\nWell I feel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love to you\nWell I feel like makin' love yeah\nWell I feel like makin' love yeah\nWell I feel like makin' love yeah\nFeel like makin' love to you\nWell I feel like makin' love\nWell I feel like makin' love\nWell I feel like makin' love\nFeel like makin' love to you2",0
115,A_Taste_Of_Honey___Boogie_Oogie_Oogie,happy,"""Boogie Oogie Oogie  [Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 1]\nIf you're thinkin' you're too cool to boogie\nBoy oh boy, have I got news for you\nEverybody here tonight must boogie\nLet me tell ya, you are no exception to the rule\n\n[Chorus]\nGet on up on the floor\n'Cause we're gonna boogie oogie oogie\nTill you just can't boogie no more No more boogie\nBoogie no more\nYou can't boogie no more No more boogie\nBoogie no more, listen to the music\n[Verse 2]\nThere's no time to waste, let's get this show on the road Ooo\nListen to the music and let your body flow\nThe sooner we begin, the longer we've got to groove Ooo\nListen to the music and let your body move This is feeling good\n\n[Chorus]\nNow get on up on the floor\n'Cause we're gonna boogie oogie oogie\nTill you just can't boogie no more No more boogie\nBoogie no more\nYou can't boogie no more No more boogie\nBoogie no more, listen to my bass here\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Bridge]\nBoogie\nBoogie\nBoogie\nBoogie\n\nGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down\nYou might also likeGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down, boogie oogie oogie\nGet down\n\nBoogie\nBoogie\nBoogie\nBoogie",0
1279,Andru_Donalds___All_Out_Of_Love,happy,"""All Out Of Love  I'm lying alone with my hand on the phone\nThinking of you till it hurts\nI know you're hurt too\nBut what else can we do?\nTormented and torn apart\nI wish I could carry\nYour smile in my heart\nFor times when my life seems so low\nIt would make me believe\nWhat tomorrow could bring\nAnd today doesn't really know\nDoesn't really know...\nI'm all out of love\nI'm so lost without you\nI know you were right\nWe're leaving for so long\nI'm all out of love\nWhat am I without you\nI can't be too late\nTo say that I was so wrong...\n\nI want you to come back and carry me home\nAway from these long, lonely nights\nI'm reaching for you\nAre you feelin' it too\nDoes a feeling seem oh so right\nBut what would you say\nIf I call on you now\nTo say that I can't hold on\nThere's no easy way\nThink it's harder each day\nPlease love me or I'll be gone..\n\nI'm all out of love\nI'm so lost without you\nI know you were right\nWe're leaving for so long\nI'm all out of love\nWhat am I without you\nI can't be too late\nTo say that I was so wrong...\nYou might also likeOooh - what are you thinking of\nWhat are you thinking of\nWhat are you thinking of\nWhat are you thinking of.....\n\nI'm all out of love\nI'm so lost without you\nI know you were right\nWe're leaving for so long\nI'm all out of love\nWhat am I without you\nI can't be too late\nTo say that I was so wrong...\n\nOut of love baby\nOut of love\nSo wrong baby\nOh so wrong baby\nSo out of love\nI'm all out of love\nOut of love baby\nOut of love darling\nAll out of love....",0
5797,Conor_Oberst___Milk_Thistle,sad,"""Milk Thistle  [Verse 1]\nMilk thistle, milk thistle, let me down slow\nHelp me go slow, I've been carrying on\nI'm not scared of nothin', I'll go pound for pound\nI keep death on my mind like a heavy crown\nIf I go to heaven, I'll be bored as hell\nLike a little baby at the bottom of a well\n\n[Verse 2]\nFairchild, Fairchild, how are you, man?\nDid you fix that storefront, did you start that band?\nDon't be scared of nothing, you go pound for pound\nYou'll bring peace to midnight like a spotted owl\nI'll be rooting for you like my favorite team\nIf somebody sweats you, you just point 'em out to me\n[Chorus]\nAll the sights and sounds, this little world's too crowded now\nAnd there's only one way out\nAn elevator ride through the tunnel towards the light\nAnd I'm nowhere bound\nKeep going up and down\nUp and down\n\n[Verse 3]\nNewspaper, newspaper, can't take no more\nYou're here every morning waiting at my door\nAnd I'm just tryin' to kiss you and you stab my eyes\nMake me blue forever like an island sky\nAnd I'm not pretending that it's all okay\nJust let me have my coffee before you take away the day\n\n[Verse 4]\nLazarus, Lazarus, why all the tears?\nDid your faithful chauffeur just disappear?\nWhat a lonesome feeling to be waiting around\nLike some washed-up actress in a tinsel town\nBut for the record, I'd come pick you up\nWe'll head for the ocean, just say when you've had enough\n\n[Chorus]\nAll the light and sound, this little world's too fragile now\nAnd there's only one way out\nBut if you let me slide, I'll do my best to make things right\nAnd I'm nowhere bound\nJust going up and down\nUp and down\nYou might also like[Verse 5]\nMilk thistle, milk thistle, let me down slow\nJust help me go slow, I've been hurrying on\nI was poised for greatness, I was down and out\nI keep death at my heels like a basset hound\nIf I go to heaven, I'll be bored as hell\nLike a crying baby at the bottom of a well",1
2857,Ben_Kweller___Penny_on_the_Train_Track,happy,"""Penny on the Train Track  I'm just a penny on the train track\nWaiting for my judgment day\nCome on baby girl, let see me those legs\nBefore I get flattened away\nI wait, yeah I wait\nFor something good, for something great\n\nStopping in somebody's old hometown\nGotta get that midnight meal\nIf you can't get behind your own life\nGet behind the driving wheel\nAnd go, just go\nFind a place that you don't know\nRan into a friend just the other night\nGot a badge, he's a local cop\nHaven't seen that boy in over seven years\nSince outta high school I dropped\nI see, I see\nAll the things that I should be\n\nEven lucky man has a bad day\nAnd pretty girl has a scar\nAfter that train comes and takes me away\nPick up that guitar\nAnd play, just play\nPlay that rock and roll for me\n\nHe's in the yard just washin' his car\nThinking about his pretty wife\nMakin' lemonade with the kitchen aid\nMakin' him a perfect life\nAnd it's grim, so dim\nWhen you wish that you were just like him\n\nI'm just a penny on the train track\nWaiting for my judgment day\nCome on baby girl, let me see those legs\nBefore I get flattened away\nYou might also likeI wait, yeah I wait\nFor something good, for something great\n\nAnd I try, oh I try\nI can't stop, I don't know why",0
2181,Avantasia___The_Story_Aint_Over,calm,"""The Story Ain’t Over  Rousing from dreams, craving for someone\nWept himself to sleep\nHe's waiting for a sign from above\nWhere is the love\n\nThe hourglass in pieces, dashed to the wall\nThe future is over\nTomorrow's been slipping away\nAnd nothing remains\n\nHe'd know it won't last forever\nShe'd go ahead for a while\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou know the story ain't over\n\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou feel the story ain't over\n\nWhere is the candle in this lonesome night?\nAngel why are you so wayward\nAbandoning me, try my belief\n\nWhere life is not words\nAnd tongue is not answers\nAnd we only can't see a reason\nWhy would it mean\nThat it's not meant to be\n\nHe'd know it won't last forever\nShe'd go ahead for a while\n\nWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou know the story ain't over\nYou might also likeWhen you open your eyes\nWhen you gaze at the sky\nWhen you look to the stars\nAs they shut down the night\nYou feel the story ain't over",2
8091,Elliott_Smith___Between_The_Bars,calm,"""Between the Bars  [Verse 1]\nDrink up, baby, stay up all night\nWith the things you could do, you won't but you might\nThe potential you'll be, that you'll never see\nThe promises you'll only make\nDrink up with me now and forget all about\nThe pressure of days, do what I say\nAnd I'll make you okay and drive them away\nThe images stuck in your head\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople you've been before that you\nDon't want around anymore\nThat push and shove and won't bend to your will\nI'll keep them still\n[Verse 2]\nDrink up, baby, look at the stars\nI'll kiss you again, between the bars\nWhere I'm seeing you there, with your hands in the air\nWaiting to finally be caught\nDrink up one more time and I'll make you mine\nKeep you apart, deep in my heart\nSeparate from the rest, where I like you the best\nAnd keep the things you forgot\n\n[Chorus]\nPeople you've been before that you\nDon't want around anymore\nThat push and shove and won't bend to your will\nI'll keep them stillYou might also like75",2
7491,Dr_Bombay___Sos_The_Tiger_Took_My_Family,happy,"""S.O.S. The Tiger Took My Family  Artist : Bombay Dr\nSong : S.O.S\n\nI live in Tigerland I'm an indiana man\nI'm used to walk around with a snake in my hann\nDr Bombay is my name and my father has the same\nBut everything it changed here in Tigerland\n\nS O S the tiger took my father\nS O S the tiger took my brother\nS O S the tiger took my mother\nS O S the tiger took my family\nWe lived outside Calcutta in a little wooden house\nI lived there with my family and 21 cows\nBut now they all are gone and life is not so fun\nBut what can you expect here in Tigerland\n\nS O S the tiger took my father\nS O S the tiger took my brother\nS O S the tiger took my mother\nS O S the tiger took my family\n\nOne day in the warm jungle the Tiger took my snake\nIt wasn't really fun it was a big mistake\nI took my brother's slingshot and shot the tiger down Bang!\nThis is how we do it here in Tigerland\n\nS O S the tiger took my father\nS O S the tiger took my brother\nS O S the tiger took my mother\nS O S the tiger took my family",0
7924,Electric_Light_Orchestra___Rock_and_Roll_Is_King,happy,"'Rock ‘n’ Roll is King  [Intro]\nThank you for listening\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell\nListen everybody, let me tell you \'bout the rock n\' roll\nOhhh, feel that rhythm and it\'s really gonna thrill your soul\nMmmm, come along with me, to a land of make-believe\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\n\nShe loves that rock\'n\'roll, and she plays it all night long\nAwww, that\'s all she ever tells me when I call her on the telephone\nShe says, ""Feel that jumpin\' beat, and a-get up on your feet.""\nShe says, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\n[Hook]\nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, it rolls like a train that\'s a comin\' on down the track\nOh, she rolled over Beethoven, and she gave Tchaikovsky back\nShe loves that drivin\' beat, and she goes dancin\' on down the street\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nAww, rock on!\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Hook]\nOh, let those guitars play\nPlay for me, play for me\nOh, let that song ring out\nThat\'s how it\'s meant to be\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, when she comes around and I\'m a listenin\' to the radio\nShe says, ""You can\'t do that, cause all I wanna do is rock\'n\'roll.""\n""Now here I\'m gonna stay, when that music starts to play.""\nShe says, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nYou might also like[Outro]\nAww, yeah, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nUh-huh, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nOooh, yeah, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king.""\nShe said, ""Whamalamabamalama, rock\'n\'roll is king""\n\n[Spoken Outro]\nWelcome to the show Play again\nWelcome to the show3Embed', 'default'",0
3862,Bon_Jovi___Keep_The_Faith,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsKeep the Faith  [Verse 1]\nMother, mother, tell your children\nThat their time has just begun\nI have suffered for my anger\nThere are wars that can't be won\n\nFather, father, please believe me\nI am layin' down my guns\nI am broken like an arrow\nForgive me, forgive your wayward son\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEverybody needs somebody to love\nMother, mother\nEverybody needs somebody to hate\nPlease believe me\nEverybody's bitchin' 'cause they can't get enough\nAnd it's hard to hold on when there's no one to lean on\n\n[Chorus]\nFaith, you know you're gonna live through the rain\nLord we've gotta keep the faith\nFaith, don't you let your love turn to hate\nNow we've gotta keep the faith\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nKeep the faith, keep the faith\nLord, we've gotta keep the faith\n\n[Verse 2]\nTell me, baby, when I hurt you\nDo you keep it all inside?\nDo you tell me all's forgiven\nAnd just hide behind your pride? Yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEverybody needs somebody to love\nMother, father\nEverybody needs somebody to hate\nPlease don't leave me\nEverybody's bleedin' 'cause the times are tough\nWell, it's hard to be strong when there's no one to dream on\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nFaith, you know you're gonna live through the rain\nLord we've gotta keep the faith\nFaith, don't you know it's never too late\nRight now we've gotta keep the faith\nFaith, don't you let your love turn to hate\nLord, we've gotta keep the faith\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nKeep the faith, keep the faith\nOh, we've gotta keep the faith\nKeep the faith, keep the faith\nLord, we've gotta keep the faith\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nI've been walking in the footsteps, of society's lies\nI don't like what I see no more, sometimes I wish that I was blind\nSometimes I wait forever, to stand out in the rain\nSo no one sees me crying, trying to wash away this pain\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nMother, father Everybody needs somebody to love\nThere's things I've done I can't erase\nEverybody needs somebody to hate\nAnd every night we fall from grace\nEverybody's bitchin' 'cause they can't get enough\nIt's hard with the world in your face\nTrying to hold on, trying to hold on\nEverybody needs, everybody, keep the faith\n[Chorus]\nFaith, you know you're gonna live through the rain\nLord you gotta keep the faith\nFaith, don't you let your love turn to hate\nRight now we've gotta keep the faith\nFaith, keep the faith, keep the faith\nTrying to hold on, trying to hold on, yeah\nFaith, keep the faith, keep the faith\nEverybody keep the faith\nFaith, keep the faith, keep the faith\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah\nEverybody needs somebody to love\nOoh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah\nEverybody needs somebody to hate\nEverybody needs somebody to love\nEverybody needs, everybody, keep the faith\nFaith\nFaith1",0
2022,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Start_The_Riot,anger,"'Start the Riot!  I would die for peanut butter\n\nGo!\nAre you ready?\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\nFight!\nWar!\nFire!\nViolence!\nDeath!\nPolice!\nTV!\nFuck you!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\n""Is this a private joke or are you going to let me in on it?""\n\n1, 2, 3, 4!\n\n""I\'m smiling because I feel so happy inside, I\'m going to be a human!""\n""And you think that\'s a big deal, huh?""\n""Mm hmm!""\n\n""Tell me something: what\'s so appealing about being a human anyway?""\n""Well... just because.""\n""So?""\nYou might also likeFight!\nWar!\nFire!\nViolence!\nDeath!\nPolice!\nTV!\nFuck you!\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot!\nStart the riot now!\n\n""It won\'t be long before I\'m a human being like you!""\n""Come back here you thief! You can\'t get away with this!""\n""Give me that!""\n\n""Let\'s go!""\n""Yakumo! He\'s got the statue!""\n\n""Come back here you crook!""\n\n""Yakumo!""\n""Oh great!""Embed', 'default'",3
7040,Diablo___DISTORTED,anger,"""Distorted  Shock is what you feel\nWhen you see that you have to face all my sins\nTruth always hurts, it's always painfull\nAnd now it's too late to change my way\n\nI am the years you lost\nI am the tears you cry\n\nPride, pride is dead in your soul\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust\nPray! That's all you can do...\nThat's all you can try out to heal the wounds that I caused\nI am the years you lost\nI am the tears you cry\n\nBleed... I'll make your soul bleed forever\nFear... I'll make your eyes blinded with fear\nBleed... I'll make your soul bleed forever\nFear... I'll make your eyes blinded with fear\n\nNow take a look at yourself\nYour suffering eyes are full of tears\nIt is time to let me go\nSay goodbye to the life we once had\n\nI am the years you lost\nI am the tears you cry\n\nBleed... I'll make your soul bleed forever\nFear... I'll make your eyes blinded with fear\nBleed... I'll make your soul bleed forever\nFear... I'll make your eyes blinded with fear\n\nDistorted\nDistorted\nDistorted\nDistorted",3
8611,Evan_and_Jaron___Crazy_For_This_Girl,happy,"""Crazy for This Girl  [Verse 1]\nShe rolls the window down\nAnd she talks over the sound\nOf the cars that pass us by\nAnd I don't know why\nBut she's changed my mind\n\n[Chorus]\nWould you look at her as she looks at me?\nShe's got me thinkin' about her constantly\nBut she don't know how I feel\nAnd as she carries on without a doubt\nI wonder if she's figured out\nI'm crazy for this girl\nYeah, I'm crazy for this girl\n[Verse 2]\nShe was the one to hold me\nThe night the sky fell down\nAnd what was I thinkin' when\nThe world didn't end?\nWhy didn't I know what I know now?\n\n[Chorus]\nWould you look at her as she looks at me?\nShe's got me thinkin' about her constantly\nBut she don't know how I feel\nAnd as she carries on without a doubt\nI wonder if she'll figure out\nI'm crazy for this girl\nYeah, I'm crazy for this girl\n\n[Bridge]\nRight now Right now\nFace to face Face to face\nAll my fears All my fears\nPushed aside\nAnd right now Right now\nI'm ready to spend the rest of my life My life with you\n\n[Chorus]\nWould you look at her as she looks at me?\nShe's got me thinkin' about her constantly\nBut she don't know how I feel\nAnd as she carries on without a doubt\nI wonder if she's figured out\nI'm crazy for this girl\nYeah, I'm crazy for this girl\nYou might also like[Piano Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nWould you look at her as she looks at me?\nShe's got me thinkin' about her constantly\nBut she don't know how I feel\nAnd as she carries on without a doubt\nI wonder if she's figured out\nI'm crazy for this girl\nYeah, I'm crazy for this girl4",0
5039,Catch_22___As_The_Footsteps_Die_Out_Forever_Album_Version,anger,"'', 'default'",3
6871,Denis_Leary___Lifes_Gonna_Suck,sad,"'Life’s Gonna Suck  ""This is a special moment right now\nWe\'d like to take this time to tell all the kids at home, send the parents out of the room, this is a kids\' song.""\n\nLife\'s gonna suck when you grow up\nWhen you grow up, when you grow up\nLife\'s gonna suck when you grow up\nIt sucks pretty bad right now\n\n""Hey, if you know the words, sing along!""\n\nYou\'re gonna have to mow the lawn\nDo the dishes, make your bed\nYou\'re gonna have to go to school\nUntil you\'re seventeen\n""It\'s gonna seem about three times as long as that.""\n\nYou might have to go to war\nShoot a gun, kill a nun\nYou might have to go to war\nWhen you get out of school\n\n""Hey cheer up kids, it gets a lot worse!""\n\nYou\'re gonna have to deal with stress\nDeal with stress, deal with stress\nYou\'re gonna be a giant mess\nWhen you get back from the war\n\nSanta Claus does not exist, and there is no Easter Bunny\nYou\'ll find out when you grow up that Big Bird isn\'t funny, funny, funny\nHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!\n\nLife\'s gonna suck when you grow up\nWhen you grow up, when you grow up\nLife\'s gonna suck when you grow up\nIt sucks pretty bad right now\n\nYou\'re gonna end up smoking crack\nOn you\'re back, face the fact\nYou\'re gonna end up hooked on smack\nAnd then you\'re gonna die\nYou might also likeAnd then you\'re gonna die\n\n""Song for the kids.""\n""Well, I think I smell a lawsuit in that one; what do you think?""Embed', 'default'",1
5064,Cave_In___Seafrost,sad,"""Seafrost  Dreaming lightly on your own\nI wouldn't mind you being alone\nNothing here has been the same\nEver since this winter came\nSeized the engine in my heart\nAnd the cold could break my soul apart\nFrozen on my knees I pray\nLove will melt this all away\nDreaming lightly on my own\nI wouldn't mind to be alone\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nFreezing\n\nDreaming lightly on your own\nI wouldn't mind you being alone\nThought I may have spoke too soon\nNow confusion fogs the moon\nDying for a yes or no\nLife is full of maybe so\nAnything to break the ice\nLove would more than just suffice\nDreaming lightly on my own\nI wouldn't mind to be alone\n\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nFreezing\nYou might also likeDreaming lightly on your own\nDreaming lightly on my own\nDreaming lightly on my own\nDreaming lightly on my own\nDreaming lightly on your own\n\nMy own, my own, my own, my own, my own yeah\nOn your own, On your own\nI'm freezing\nFreezing\nFreezing\n\nLove would more than just suffice\nDreaming lightly on my own\nI wouldn't mind to be alone\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing\nI'm freezing",1
9615,Frou_Frou___Breathe_In,calm,"'Breathe In  [Verse 1]\nI read you\nAnd God I\'m good at it\nI\'m so spot on\nChord, shapes in air\nGo press that dissonance\nIf you dare\nAnd you, breathing in\nFinesse an innocent\nFrom her partying\n[Chorus]\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n\'Cause I love you, no\nCan\'t help but love, you know\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat part of ""No""\nDon\'t you understand?\nI\'ve told you before\nTo just get off my case\nThis isn\'t happening\nStop this now\nAnd I, where was I?\nI have to be somewhere\nNow where did I put it?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\n\'Cause I love you, no\nCan\'t help but love, you know\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nIs this it? Is it?\nIs this it? Yeah\nIs it? No\nIs this it? Oh\nIs this it? No\nIs this it? No\nIs this it?\nYes, hello, we\'re back\nAnd we\'re taking calls\nNow what was the question?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\nAnd I\'m high enough from all the waiting\nTo ride a wave on your inhaling\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n\'Cause I love you, no\nCan\'t help but love, you know\n\'Cause I love you, no\nCan\'t help but love, you know\n\'Cause I love you, no\nCan\'t help but love, you know1Embed', 'default'",2
5119,Chantal_Kreviazuk___You_Blame_Yourself,calm,"""You Blame Yourself  I don't know why the winter's so long\nIt wears me out\nIt goes on and on\nYah I don't know why the winter's so long\nIt seems never ending\nIt goes on and on\n\nI know you blame yourself but don't\n\nI don't know why this town is so small\nIt makes me mad\nI've seen it all\nYah I don't know why this town is so small\nThere's nobody left here\nEveryone's gone\nI know you blame yourself but don't",2
8274,Emma_Bunton___She_Was_A_Friend_Of_Mine,sad,"""She Was a Friend of Mine  [Intro]\nOoh yeah\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\n\n[Verse 1]\nI trusted her with him\nThat's where the story begins\nWe talked of boys and men\nThey all came second then\n[Verse 2]\nI made a sacrifice\nAnd trusted all her advice\nThere was no need to fight\nThings were so simple then\n\n[Pre Chorus]\nOne by one she broke her promises\nI guess she thought that she could take my man\nI just gotta let her know\nHis love is for me, and that's the way the story goes\n\n[Chorus]\nShe was a friend of mine\nOr so I thought at the time\nHow could I be so blind to trust her with my man\nShe fooled me with her eyes\nAnd hid behind a disguise\nI've read between the lines and now I understand\n\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\n\n[Verse 3]\nShe said she'd make it right\nAnd talk to him late at night\nTold me to take it slow\nBut little did I know\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nShe had a master plan\nI had my head in the sand\nBut now it's plain to see\nShe chose him over me\n\n[Pre Chorus 2]\nEvery day she's smiling in my face\nBut every night she's trying to take my place\nShe said she'd always be right there for me\nBut now I can see the kind of help I just don't need\n\n[Chorus]\nShe was a friend of mine\nOr so I thought at the time\nHow could I be so blind to trust her with my man to trust her with my man\nShe fooled me with her eyes\nAnd hid behind a disguise\nI've read between the lines and now I understand and now I understand\n\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nAnd now I understand\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nAnd now I understand\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nShe was a friend of mine\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nHow could I be so blind\n[Bridge]\nNever thought friends could be so cruel\nI never thought you could break all the rules\nNow it's you who looks like a fool\nCos what goes around, comes around\nOoh-yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nShe was a friend of mine she was a friend of mine\nOr so I thought at the time\nHow could I be so blind to trust her with my man to trust her with my man\nShe fooled me with her eyes\nAnd hid behind a disguise\nI've read between the lines and now I understand and now I understand\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\nYeah-yeah-eh\nOh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-eh\n\nShe was a friend of mine she was a friend of mine\nOr so I thought at the time\nHow could I be so blind to trust her with my man\nShe fooled me with her eyes fooled me with her eyes\nAnd hid behind a disguise\nI've read between the lines and now I understand now I understand\n\n[Outro]\nAnd now I understand\nNow I understand\nAnd now I understand",1
4567,Burt_Bacharach___Alfie,happy,"""Alfie  What's it all about, Alfie?\nIs it just for the moment we live?\nWhat's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?\nAre we meant to take more than we give\nOr are we meant to be kind?\n\nAnd if only fools are kind, Alfie\nThen I guess it's wise to be cruel\nAnd if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie\nWhat will you lend on an old golden rule?\nAs sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie\nI know there's something much more\nSomething even non-believers can believe in\nI believe in love, Alfie\nWithout true love we just exist, Alfie\nUntil you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie\nWhen you walk let your heart lead the way\nAnd you'll find love any day, Alfie\nAlfie ...",0
6936,Destinys_Child___Emotion,happy,"""Emotion  [Intro: Beyoncé]\nHey, yeah, yeah\nHey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOoh, yeah\n\n[Verse 1: Kelly Rowland]\nIt's over and done, but the heartache lives on inside\nAnd who is the one you're clinging to instead of me tonight?\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Destiny's Child & Kelly Rowland]\nAnd where are you now?\nNow that I need you\nTears on my pillow\nWherever you go, go\nCry me a river that leads to your ocean\nYou'll never see me fall apart\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nIn the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over\nCaught up in sorrow, lost in the song\nBut if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'\nDon't you know, there's no—\nNobody left in this world to hold me tight\nAnd don't you know, there's no—\nNobody left in this world to kiss goodnight\nKiss goodnight\nGoodnight, goodnight\nGoodnight\n\n[Verse 2: Beyonce & Destiny's Child]\nI'm there at your side, apart of all the things you are\nAhh-ah, ahh-ah\nBut you gotta find some one else\nYou gotta go find your shining star\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nAnd where are you now?\nNow that I need you\nTears on my pillow\nWherever you go, go\nCry me a river that leads to your ocean\nYou'll never see me fall apart\nYou might also like[Chorus: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nIn the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over\nTaking me over\nCaught up in sorrow, lost in the song Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nBut if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'\nDon't you know, there's no—\nNobody left in this world to hold me tight\nNobody left in this world to hold me tight\nNobody left in this world to kiss goodnight\nNobody left in this world\nGoodnight\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Destiny's Child & Michelle Williams]\nAnd where are you now?\nNow that I need you\nTears on my pillow\nWherever you go\nCry me a river that leads to your ocean\nYou'll never see me fall apart\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nIn the words of a broken heart, it's just emotions taking me over\nCaught up in sorrow, lost in the song\nDon't you know I'm lost without you baby\nBut if you don't come back, come home to me, darlin'\nNobody left in this world to hold me tight\nYeah, nobody, nobody to hold me\nNobody left in this world to kiss goodnight\nNobody to kiss me, yeah\nGoodnight, goodnight6",0
3422,Blackmail___Friend,calm,"""Friend  Playing out the day\nWe try to stop ourselves from getting swept away\nI'm gonna let you step ahead\nAnd show you things, so you can pretend\nYou don't know what they meant\n\nLet it all begin to swim\nLet it all begin to swim\nLet it all depend on something\nThat hold us up again\nBut you don't understand\nLet me make it plain\nI'm not gonna try to use you for my own gain\nI'll ask you how to settle down\nAnd get your kicks and hang around\nWe'd do that to the end\n\nLet it all begin to swim\nLet it all begin to swim\nLet it all depend on something\nThat hold us up again\nJust pretend\n\nSee\nWhat you demand\nPlease\nYou to understand\nNeed\nYou close again\nI'll be\nWhere you want me to stand",2
3970,Bow_Wow_Wow___Louis_Quatorze,happy,"'Louis Quatorze  When he comes bursting through that door\nMy heart leaps and hits the floor\nCalling himself Louis Quatorze\nHe\'s so young and dangerous\n\nOh, I love it when he says so seriously\nWith his gun in my back\n""Honey, close your eyes and think of England\nJust for a second""\nIt\'s his genuine act\nAs a matter of fact\nLouis was horrible to me\nHe tears down my defenses\nHe pretends that I\'m against him\n[Chorus:]\nLouis, Louis, Louis did love me\nLouis Quatorze made love to me\nCome back again\nDon\'t tell me when\nLouis Quatorze always surprise me\n\nFourteen\'s all he\'ll ever be\nI don\'t know how long it lasts\nBut one thing\'s for sure\nLouis Quatorze knows how to love me\nAmour, amour, amour, amour\nLouis Quatorze loves me some more\n\nHe does what he does \'cause aware\nLouis\'s gonna shoot me\nLouis, Louis\'s locking my door\nLouis\'s serious\nI\'m delirious\nN\'er plays fair, just doesn\'t care\nLouis Quatorze starts to undress me\n\nWith his gun in my back I start to undress\nYou just don\'t mess with Louis Quatorze\nHe\'s my partner in this crime of happiness Louis! Louis!\n\'Cause I\'m just fourteen\nYou might also likeOh, I love it when he says so seriously\nWith his gun in my back\n""Honey, make love to me""\n\nLouis, Louis, Louis did love me\nLouis Quatorze made love to me\nCome back again\nDon\'t tell me when\nLouis Quatorze always surprise me\nLouis, Louis, Louis did love me\nLouis Quatorze made love to me\nCome back again\nDon\'t tell me when\nLouis Quatorze always surprise me\n\nLouis Quatorze, I love youEmbed', 'default'",0
1883,Art_Garfunkel___The_59th_Street_Bridge_Song_Feelin_Groovy,happy,"""The 59th Street Bridge Song Feelin’ Groovy  Slow down, you move too fast\nYou got to make the morning last\nJust kicking down the cobble stones\nLooking for fun and feelin' groovy\n\nHello lamppost\nWhat cha knowing?\nI've come to watch your flowers growing\nAin't cha got no rhymes for me?\nDoot-in' doo-doo\nFeelin' groovy\nGot no deeds to do\nNo promises to keep\nI'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep\nLet the morning time drop all its petals on me\nLife, I love you\nAll is groovySee Art Garfunkel LiveGet tickets as low as $80",0
7071,Diana_Krall___Im_Thru_With_Love,sad,"""I’m Thru With Love  I'm through with love\nI'll never fall again\nSaid adieu to love\nDon't ever\nCall again\nFor I must have you or no one\nAnd so I'm through with love\n\nI've locked my heart\nI keep my feelings there\nI have stocked my heart with icy frigid air\nAnd I mean to care for no one\nBecause I'm through with love\nWhy did you lead me to think you could care?\nYou didn't need me\nFor you had your share\nOf slaves around you to hound you and swear\nWith deep emotion\n\nDevotion to you\nGoodbye to spring\nAnd all it meant to me\nIt could never bring the things that used to be\nFor I must have you or no one\nAnd so I'm through with loveSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1
3885,Boney_M___Happy_Song,happy,"""Happy Song  We are down, we are crazy fools everyday at school\nTeachers here, teachers there\nBooks and books, they are everywhere\nCome on boys, we need to dance, we have got a good chance\nLay your problems on the floor, clap your hands and sing once more\n\nEverybody, let's go to The King\nWe can dance there, dance and eat an ice-cream\nEverybody dancing all night long\nTry to do it, sing a happy song\nMusic, dancing in the night, we can get so high\nFor no reason no long stop, now's the time to go to the top\nIt's a sweeter happy song, we'll sing all night long\nLay your problems on the floor, clap your hands and sing once more\n\nEverybody, let's go to The King\nWe can dance there, dance and eat an ice-cream\nEverybody dancing all night long\nTry to do it, sing a happy song\n\nIt's time to dance, it's time to sing, sing a happy song\n[Laugh]\nSing a happy song\nYoy-yoy-yo!\nLet's go, let's go boys, come with me and sing\nSing a happy song\n[Baby noises]\n\nCome on boys, we need to dance, we all have got a good, good chance\nLay your problems on the floor, clap your hands and sing once more\nMusic sound in the night, we all can get so high\nFor no reason no long stop, now's the time to go to the top\n\nWe are down, we are crazy fools everyday at school\nTeachers here, teachers there\nBooks and books, they are everywhere\nCome on boys, we need to dance, we have got a good chance\nLay your problems on the floor, clap your hands and sing once more\nYou might also likeEverybody, let's go to The King\nWe can dance there, dance and eat an ice-cream\nEverybody dancing all night long\nTry to do it, sing a happy song\n\nLet's go, let's go boys, come with me and sing\nSing a happy song\n[Baby noises]\n\nEverybody, let's go to The King\nWe can dance there, dance and eat an ice-cream\nEverybody dancing all night long\nTry to do it, sing a happy song\n\nEverybody!\nYoy-yoh!\n[Baby noises]",0
8962,Feist___I_feel_it_all,happy,"""I Feel It All  [Refrain]\nI feel it all I feel it all\nI feel it all I feel it all\nThe wings are wide the wings are wide\nWild card inside wild card inside\n\n[Hook]\nOh I'll be the one who'll break my heart\nI'll be the one to hold the gun\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know more than I knew before\nI know more than I knew before\nI didn't rest I didn't stop\nDid we fight or did we talk\n[Hook]\nOh I'll be the one who'll break my heart\nI'll be the one to hold the gun\n\n[Verse 3]\nI love you more\nI love you more\nI don't know what I knew before\nBut now I know I wanna win the war\n\n[Bridge]\nNo one likes to take a test\nSometimes you know more is less\nPut your weight against the door\nKick drum on the basement floor\nStranded in a fog of words\nLoved him like a winter bird\nOn my head the water pours\nGulf stream through the open door\nFly away\nFly away to what you want to make\nHo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome\n\n[Refrain]\nI feel it all, I feel it all\nI feel it all I feel it all\nThe wings are wide, the wings are wide\nWild card inside, wild card inside\nYou might also like[Hook]\nOh I'll be the one to break my heart\nI'll be the one who'll break my heart\nI'll be the one who'll break my heart\nI'll end it thought you started it\n\n[Outro]\nThe truth lies\nThe truth lied\nAnd lies divide\nLies divide\nHo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ome4",0
1367,Animal_Collective___Panic,anger,"'Panic  [Avey Tare]\n[?] is my core\nMy [?] is not course\n\n[Panda Bear]\nButter cream [?]You might also like1Embed', 'default'",3
2128,Audioslave___Dandelion,calm,"""Dandelion  [Verse 1]\nSettle down now and sit with me\nLet me tell you how this all came to be\nA yellow flower with your petals to the air\nAnd flying on paper wings that brought you here\nSummer rolls on in the lazy hours\nAn neither dream way of hummingbirds and clouds\nMidnight swims in the cool black waves\nAnd you in my arms as it rolls away\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLittle dandelion\nLet your heart keep time\nNow the clouds are gone\nAll your tomorrows shine\n[Chorus]\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine\n\n[Verse 2]\nBorn of restless night the moon as a pearl\nPlaying games down inside your soft warm world\nHear my voice, I know that you can\nYou're the fire in my eyes, the sun as a man\nSeasons come along and seasons go\nAnd what they'll leave behind, I don't pretend to know\nI'm afraid that all I have missed\nWill loom very large when the darkness lifts\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLittle dandelion\nLet your heart keep time\nNow the clouds are gone\nAll your tomorrows shine\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI will ride by your side\nWherever you go\nI won't run, I won't hide\nJust letting you know\nJust letting you know\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLittle dandelion\nLet your heart keep time\nNow the clouds are gone\nAll your tomorrows shine\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine\nOh, oh\nAll your tomorrows shine1",2
5261,Chiddy_Bang___Opposite_Of_Adults,happy,"'Opposite of Adults  [Intro]\nFresh kid Z, fresh kid C Yes, sir\nFresh kid P, fresh kid T Oh yeah, we back\nOh, and Xaphoon, by the way Yeah, Jones\nYeah, Chiddy Bang\nAnd we pretty much amazing\nCan we hear your new song, please?\nI got you...\n\n[Chorus]\nAyo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream\nMo\' money, mo\' problems, when I get it I\'ma pile it up\nNow I\'m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast\nSo fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us\nAyo, I once was a kid with the other little kids\nNow I\'m rippin\' up shows and them fans going wild with us\nTell Mommy I\'m sorry, this life is a party\n[Verse 1]\nRemember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence\nNow it\'s Chiddy Bang, google me the images\nFollow me, follow me, I\'m the leader\nAnd when I park cars, I don\'t pay for the meter\nI remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best\nI used touch to on all the pretty girls at recess\nI\'m at my peak, yes, I won\'t leave yet\nSerial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex\nI can make these rappers run like a hard drill\nRock band, show you how the guitar feel\nAnd I could care less how y\'all feel\nI got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel\nThis is that good ""Just puff it and relax, bro""\nAnd you can get it free, don\'t worry about the tax though\nAnd Xaphoon, thank you for the crack\nBut I play a Ron Burgundy, I anchor on the track like that\n\n[Chorus]\nAyo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream\nMo\' money, mo\' problems, when I get it I\'ma pile it up\nNow I\'m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast\nSo fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us\nAyo, I once was a kid with the other little kids\nNow I\'m rippin\' up shows and them fans going wild with us\nTell Mommy I\'m sorry, this life is a party\nI\'m never growin\' up\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nCan I please get a little bit of knowledge?\nSomebody tell Roth that I don\'t love college\n\'Cause the real world\'s kinda like Real World\nAnd it\'s drama, so you are Svetlana\nAnd I\'m just a rhymer, swimming in the water\nTryna dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas\nPretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot\nWhere you at, pretty lady? Show me what you got\nThey say, ""Why you rapping for the kids for?""\nI say, ""My clothes come fitted, the Lids store""\nThis summer you can catch me on a big tour\nI\'m high grade, I think they need to quiz more\nAnd let me get wit\' ya, don\'t let the kid hit ya\nI\'m the photo album Voletta has, big picture\nThe rule is, the dude is\nSo up, so Chuck, I\'m a cool kid\n\n[Chorus]\nAyo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream\nMo\' money, mo\' problems, when I get it I\'ma pile it up\nNow I\'m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast\nSo fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us\nAyo, I once was a kid with the other little kids\nNow I\'m rippin\' up shows and them fans going wild with us\nTell Mommy I\'m sorry, this life is a party\nI\'m never growin\' up\n[Chorus]\nAyo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream\nMo\' money, mo\' problems, when I get it I\'ma pile it up\nNow I\'m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast\nSo fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us\nAyo, I once was a kid with the other little kids\nNow I\'m rippin\' up shows and them fans going wild with us\nTell Mommy I\'m sorry, this life is a party\nI\'m never growin\' up40Embed', 'default'",0
8771,FM_Static___Definitely_Maybe,happy,"'Definitely Maybe  [Verse 1]\nI met a girl named Tara\nShe lived in the heart of America\nShe liked black caddies\nListened to Puff Daddy\nDanced until her legs were sore\nShe worked around the corner\nAt the diner with the grouchy owner\nAnd her boyfriend\'s shady, dates another girl named Katie\nHe loves her definitely maybe\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDon\'t think I can take it\nWake me when it\'s over\nSeems so far away\nI wish that it was closer\nI see her every day\nI\'m too scared to go over\nI wonder what she\'d say\nI barely even know her\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd how much longer\nWill this keep getting stronger\nI wonder what she\'s doing when I\'m singing myself to sleep\nCause he\'s a faker\nSo see ya later\nI wonder when you\'ll realize that she means a lot more to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI saw you in the hallway when my last class was just over\nIt was Friday, school was out tonight\nEverything seems to be alright\nI said, ""Yo, are you going to the party at the cove?""\nShe said ""He\'s picking me up at six again\nAnd I don\'t wanna disappoint my boyfriend.""\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd how much longer\nWill this keep getting stronger\nI wonder what she\'s doing when I\'m singing myself to sleep\nCause he\'s a faker\nSo see ya later\nI wonder when you\'ll realize that she means a lot more to me\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd she\'s staring at his picture hanging in her locker\nShe\'s telling all the girls about all the things that he bought her\nI saw what really happened all those times he went for water\nWhen we were at the movie theater watching Harry Potter\nHe had his hands on\nEvery single girl he laid his eyes on\nHate to break it to you, he\'s a pile-on\nAnd even when he kissed her\nHe was looking over, staring at her sister\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd how much longer\nWill this keep getting stronger\nI wonder what she\'s doing when I\'m singing myself to sleep\nCause he\'s a faker\nSo see ya later\nI wonder when she\'ll realize that she means a lot more to me\n[Verse 1]\nI met a girl named Tara\nShe lived in the heart of America\nShe liked black caddies\nListened to Puff Daddy\nDanced until her legs were sore\nShe worked around the corner\nAt the diner with the grouchy owner\nAnd her boyfriend\'s shady, dates another girl named Katie\nHe loves her definitely maybeEmbed', 'default'",0
254,Abba___Eagle,sad,"""Eagle  [Verse 1]\nThey came flying from far away\nNow I'm under their spell\nI love hearing the stories that they tell\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey've seen places beyond my land\nAnd they've found new horizons\nThey speak strangely but I understand\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I dream I'm an eagle\nAnd I dream I can spread my wings\n[Chorus]\nFlying high, high\nI'm a bird in the sky\nI'm an eagle that rides on the breeze\nHigh, high\nWhat a feeling to fly\nOver mountains and forests and seas\nAnd to go anywhere that I please\n\n[Verse 3]\nAs all good friends we talk all night\nAnd we fly wing to wing\nI have questions and they know everything\n\n[Verse 4]\nThere's no limit to what I feel\nWe climb higher and higher\nAm I dreaming or is it all real?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIs it true I'm an eagle?\nIs it true I can spread my wings?\n\n[Chorus]\nFlying high, high\nI'm a bird in the sky\nI'm an eagle that rides on the breeze\nHigh, high\nWhat a feeling to fly\nOver mountains and forests and seas\nAnd to go anywhere that I please\nYou might also like[Interlude]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I dream I'm an eagle\nAnd I dream I can spread my wings\n\n[Chorus]\nFlying high, high\nI'm a bird in the sky\nI'm an eagle that rides on the breeze\nHigh, high\nWhat a feeling to fly\nOver mountains and forests and seas\nAnd to go anywhere that I please\nFlying high, high\nI'm a bird in the sky\nI'm an eagle that rides on the breeze\nHigh, high\nWhat a feeling to fly\nOver mountains and forests and seas\nAnd to go anywhere that I please2",1
7497,Dr_Buzzards_Original_Savannah_Band___Sunshower,calm,"""Sunshower  [Intro]\nOyelo...\nMi sabor...\nOyelo...\nMi sabor...\nOyelo...\nMi sabor...\nOyelo...\nMi sabor...\n\n[Chorus]\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\n[Verse 1]\nWhen my eyes went out to you\nI made up my mind\nThat every little thing I do\nBe designed to glorify you\nOoh, my whole life through\nI've been walking in the rain\nUntil that day, I chanced on you\nAnd the sun came pouring down too\n\n[Chorus]\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\n\n[Verse 2]\nOoh, a passing word from you\nMakes my day worthwhile\nIt takes all of my deadened dooms\nOn a ride to a faraway moon\nOn the dark and troubled sea\nYou gave me the light\nAnd now I'm sailing so fast and free\nLeaving stormy skies behind me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\nSunshower, just a sign of the power\nOf loving you, oh, baby\nSunshower, got me by the hour\nWanting you, oh, baby\n\n[Outro]\nWhere do we go, where do we go, where do we go\nHey, now, from here?\nSunshower got me by the hour\nMorning dew\nLoving you\nFeeding you\nOh, hey\nOh, baby\nSunshower, just a sign of the power of loving you\nSunshower, got me by the hour wanting you1",2
7638,Eagles___What_Do_I_Do_With_My_Heart,happy,"""What Do I Do with My Heart  [Verse 1]\nYou don't have to say a word\nI can see it in your eyes\nI know what you want to say\nIt's so hard to say goodbye\nI can hold back my tears\nAnd try to be strong\nWhile our love is falling apart\nI know what I'll say\nIf you walk away\n[Chorus]\nBut what do I do\nWhat do I do with my heart?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm not going to say a word\nI know I can't change your mind\nYou know where you need to go\nI know I'll be left behind\nI won't hold you back\nI won't stand in your way\nIf you need to make a new start\nBut I still want to know\nWhen my arms let you go\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, girl, don't you remember?\nIt was not so long ago\nWe were making plans for two\nJust me and you\nNow you tell me that you've found somebody\nSomeone who loves you better\nNo one could ever love you\nThe way I do\nTell me you're not leaving now\nTell me you're not leaving\nTell me that you're going to stay\nPlease say you'll stay with me, baby\nTell me that you love me still\nSay you love me still\nFor this and this alone I pray\nFall down on my knees and pray\nSee Eagles LiveGet tickets as low as $139You might also like[Bridge]\nI'll do anything\nYes, I would\nTo save what we have\nTo keep you by my side\nI'll love you 'til death do us part\nBut what do I do\nWhat do I do\nWhen I'm still missing you?\n\n[Chorus]",0
3532,Bloc_Party___Halo,happy,"""Halo  [Verse 1]\nIt was your hair that did it\nIt was your hair that lit the fuse\nA golden brown halo\nLike sunlight peering through trees\nI ask you for the time\nBut I am asking for so much more\nA moth to your lightbulb\nYou made my heart beat faster\n\n[Chorus]\nParalyse me with your kiss\nWipe those dirty hands on me\nMaybe we're looking for the same thing\nMaybe you're the one who will complete me\n[Verse 2]\nOh how beauty burns\nLips and eyes and fingertips\nThe spark of desire\nOn every point our bodies meet\nBehind your eyes were stars\nInfinite and serene\nHow I could suffer for you\nYou fascinate and magnetize me\n\n[Chorus]\nParalyse me with your kiss\nWipe those dirty hands on me\nMaybe we're looking for the same thing\nMaybe you're the one who will complete me\n\n[Bridge]\nSometimes I think\nI would float away\nIf this sadness\nDidn't weigh me down\n\n[Chorus]\nParalyse me with your kiss\nWipe those dirty hands on me\nMaybe we're looking for the same thing\nMaybe you're the one who will complete meYou might also like2",0
8163,Elvis_Presley___Surrender,happy,"""Surrender  [Verse 1]\nWhen we kiss, my heart's on fire\nBurning with a strange desire\nAnd I know, each time I kiss you\nThat your heart's on fire too\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo, my darling, please surrender surrender\nAll your love so warm and tender surrender\nLet me hold you in my arms, dear\nWhile the moon shines bright above\n[Verse 3]\nAll the stars will tell the story\nOf our love and all its glory\nLet us take this night of magic\nAnd make it a night of love\n\n[Outro]\nWon't you please surrender to me surrender\nYour lips, your arms, your heart, dear surrender\nBe mine forever\nBe mine tonight",0
7330,Dixie_Chicks___Am_I_The_Only_One_Whos_Ever_Felt_This_Way,sad,"""Am I the Only One Who’s Ever Felt This Way  [Verse 1]\nThere is no good reason\nI should have to be so alone\nI'm smothered by this emptiness\nLord, I wish I was made of stone\nLike a fool, I lent my soul to love\nAnd it paid me back in change\n\n[Chorus]\nGod help me\nAm I the only one who's ever felt this way?\n[Verse 2]\nA heart that's worn and weathered\nWould know better than to fight\nBut I wore mine like a weapon\nPlayed out love like a crime\nAnd it wrung me out and strung me out\nAnd it hung years on my face\n\n[Chorus]\nGod help me\nAm I the only one who's ever felt this way?\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Bridge]\nNow my sense of humor needs a break\nI see a shadow in the mirror\nAnd she's laughin' through her tears\nOne more smile's all I can fake\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere is a wound inside me\nAnd it's bleeding like a flood\nThere's times when I see a light ahead\nBut hope is not enough\nAnd another night surrounds me\nAnd it pounds me like a wave\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nGod help me\nAm I the only one who's ever felt this way?\nGod help me\nAm I the only one who's ever felt this way?",1
391,Adema___Freaking_Out,anger,"""Freaking Out  [Intro]\nI was so much an outcast\nNo one ever liked me 'cause I wasn't wanted\nI was so different from the rest of them all\nFucked up on the drugs, from all the speed\nAnd I never got no sleep\n'Cause I kept on trippin' over what they said\nAnd everything that my mom said made me mad\nAnd everything that my dad said made me sad\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy am I even trying?\nI'm crying out, I'm crying out\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nSpinning 'round, spinning 'round, I've fallen down\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\n[Verse]\nYou keep shootin' those glances\nRelating to the rawness, of a fucking lost kid\nTrying so hard to become just like me, talk like me, walk like me\nYou keep trippin' on everything I wear, every time I swear\nEven when it comes to my hair\nIt seems like you don't have the time to relate to my kind\nI'm not a dumb fool in your life\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy am I even trying?\nI'm crying out, I'm crying out\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nSpinning 'round, spinning 'round, I've fallen down\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nI'm tripping out, I'm tripping out\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nComing down, breaking down\nI've hit the ground\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\n\n[Chorus]\nYour dreamy dreads\nAre you still tripping on me?\nYou're drinking dread\nAre you still tripping on me?\nNow do you drift?\nAre you still tripping on me?\nNow do you drift?\nWhy are you tripping on me?!\nYou might also like[Verse]\nI was so much an outcast\nFind a way to make it right\nI was so much an outcast\nI can't seem to find a way to make it right\nI was so much an outcast\nNo one ever liked me\nI can't find a way to make it right\nI was so much an outcast\nI can't seem to find a way to make it right\n\n[Outro]\nWhy am I even trying?\nI'm crying out, I'm crying out\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nSpinning 'round, spinning 'round, I've fallen down\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nI'm tripping out, I'm tripping out\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nComing down, breaking down\nI've hit the ground\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out\nI'm crying out, I'm crying out, I'm crying out\nFreaking out\nComing down, breaking down\nI've hit the ground\nI cannot seem to keep from freaking out1",3
5272,Children_Of_Bodom___Hate_Crew_Deathroll,anger,"'Hate Crew Deathroll  [Intro]\nCome on!\n\n[Verse 1]\nHey! Don\'t tell us what you want\nCuz we don\'t give a fuck about you and your kind\nYou! You better take a step back\nWhere ever the fuck you came from\nNo! You ain\'t one of us and to be a tag along\nYou\'re too ugly and blunt\nWhy? Is it do hard to get\nThat we don\'t need you, stupid cunt!\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you don\'t know how to resent one another\nTo gain the new way\nOf power, it\'ll get in to the point\nWhere no one gives a fuck what\nYou may think of us or what you may not\n\n[Verse 2]\nStop! Are you ever gonna stop tryin\'\nTo be on the way that we wanna go?\nFuck! It\'s pissing the fuck out of us\nWhen you don\'t understand the word ""no""!\nNow, you\'re tellin\' that you\'ll win the war\nThat\'s only battled cuz you\'re too dumb to die\nThat\'s right! You can take your war and shove it up your ass\nThen close your eyes and say goodbye\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you don\'t know how to resent one another\nTo gain the new way\nOf power, it\'ll get in to the point\nWhere no one gives a fuck what\nYou may think of us or what you may not\n\n[Chorus]\nWe\'re the Hate Crew, we stand and we won\'t fall...\nWe\'re all for none and none for all\nFuck You! We\'ll fight \'til the last hit\nAnd we sure as hell ain\'t taking no shit!\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nIf you don\'t know how to resent one another\nTo gain the new way\nOf power, it\'ll get in to the point where no one gives a fuck what\nYou may think of us or what you may not\n\n[Chorus]\nWe\'re the Hate Crew, we stand and we won\'t fall...\nWe\'re all for none and none for all\nFuck You! We\'ll fight \'til the last hit\nAnd we sure as hell ain\'t taking no shit!\n\n[Outro]\nFuck you!Embed', 'default'",3
6014,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Commotion,happy,"""Commotion  [Verse 1]\nTraffic in the city turns my head around\nNo, no, no, no, no\nBacked up on the freeway\nBacked up in the church\nEverywhere you look there's a frown, frown\n\n[Chorus]\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\n[Verse 2]\nPeople keep a talking they don't say a word\nJaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw\nTalk up in the White House, talk up to your door\nSo much going on I just can't hear\n\n[Chorus]\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\n\n[Verse 3]\nHurrying to get there so you save some time\nRun, run, run, run, run\nRushing to the treadmill, rushing to get home\nWorry 'bout the time you save, save\n\n[Chorus]\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone\nCom, commotion\nGit, git, git, gone",0
9537,Free___Mourning_Sad_Morning,sad,"'Mourning Sad Morning  Sunday morning I rise\nAnd I stand to face a new dawn\nSunday morning\nAnew day is born\n\nSuch a long way to go\nAnd so little time to get there\nSuch a long way to go\n\nWell I want you to remember\nAll the love we used to know\nThink of me\nSometimes, my love\nMourning, morning, sad day\nMourning morning, sad day\n\nIn the evening I sit\nAnd my thoughts they turn to you\nIn the evening I think of\nMy home\n\nAnd I need you to remember\nAll the love we used to know\nThink of me sometimes\nMy love\n\nMourning morning, sad day\nMourning morning, sad dayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
9589,Frog_Eyes___One_in_Six_Children_Will_Flee_In_Boats,sad,"""One in Six Children Will Flee in Boats  Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam\nBy themselves, they've got hearts to moan to moan\nAnd friends of mine have got friends with coke\nOh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat\nAnd my heart has passed its final rite oh it's breaking legs for dollars\n\nOh, oh them boards they keep on creaking, creaking in my head\nOh these blue, oh these boards they keep on creaking, creaking in my head\nOh these blue boards, oh these blue, blue boards creaking on my ship\n\nThough the light is an un-described sanction\nWho you questioning in the blue-black dirt?\nOver that ridge a hunter lives\nStake him out with broken gifts\nBy the light, by the merry man\nWho gave his lives when he gave knives to children\nOh raise him up, oh stake him up\nOh grab the sun and drink his blood in cups\nOh don't wait to be a monarch man\nOh I'll bet you can, oh I know you can\n\nOh blue, oh these boards keep on creaking, creaking in my head\nOh these blue, oh these boards keep on creaking, creaking in my head\nOh these blue boards, oh these blue boards creaking on my ship\n\nThough the light is taking its time\nWho you questioned in the blue, blue-black dirt?",1
4166,Breaking_Benjamin___Forget_It,sad,"""Forget It  [Verse 1]\nIt's a crime you let it happen to me\nNever mind, I'll let it happen to you\nI don't mind, forget it; there's nothing to lose\nBut my mind and all the things I wanted\n\n[Verse 2]\nEvery time I get it, throw it away\nIt's a sign, I get it; I wanna stay\nBy the time I lose it, I'm not afraid\nI'm alive, but I can surely fake it\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHow can I believe\nWhen this cloud hangs over me?\nYou're the part of me\nThat I don't wanna see\n\n[Chorus]\nForget it, forget it, forget it\nForget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nForget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nForget it, forget it, forget it\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere's a place I see you follow me\nJust a taste of all that might come to be\nI'm alone, but holding breath you can breathe\nTo question every answer counted\n\n[Bridge]\nJust fade away Forget it, forget it, forget it\nPlease let me stay Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nCaught in your way Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nForget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nJust fade away Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nPlease let me stay Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nCaught in your way Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nForget it, forget it, forget it\nSee Breaking Benjamin LiveGet tickets as low as $33You might also like[Verse 4]\nIt's a crime you let it happen to me\nI don't mind, I love it, easy to please\nNever mind, forget it; just memory\nOn a page inside a spiral notebook\n\n[Bridge]\nJust fade away\nPlease let me stay\nCaught in your way\nI can live forever here\nJust fade away Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nPlease let me stay Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it\nCaught in your way Forget it, forget it\nI can live forever here\n\n[Chorus]\nHow can I believe\nForget it, forget it\nWhen this cloud hangs over me?\nYou're the part of me\nForget it, forget it\nThat I don't wanna see\n\n[Outro]\nI can live forever here4",1
4464,Bruce_Springsteen___Something_In_The_Night,sad,"""Something in the Night  [Verse 1]\nWell I'm riding down Kingsley\nFiguring I'll get a drink\nWell I turn the radio up loud\nSo I don't have to think\nAnd I take her to the floor\nLooking for a moment\nWhen the world seems right\nAnd I tear into the guts\nMmm mmm mmm mmm mmm\nOf something in the night\n[Verse 2]\nWell you're born with nothing\nAnd better off that way\nSoon as you've got something they send\nSomeone to try and take it away\nWell you can ride this road till dawn\nWithout another human being in sight\nYeah just kids wasted on\nMmm mmm mmm mmm mmm\nSomething in the night\n\n[Bridge]\nWell nothing is forgotten or forgiven\nWhen it's your last time around\nAnd I got stuff running 'round my head\nThat I just can't live down\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell we found the things we loved\nThey were crushed and dying in the dirt\nWe tried to pick up the pieces\nAnd get away without getting hurt\nBut they caught us at the state line\nBurned our cars in one last fight\nAnd left us running burned and blind\nMmm mmm mmm mmm\nChasing something in the nightSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like1",1
493,Aimee_Mann___How_Am_I_Different,sad,"""How Am I Different?  [Verse 1]\nI can't do it, I can't conceive\nYou're everything you're trying to make me believe\nCause this show is too well designed\nToo well to be held with only me in mind\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd how am I different?\nHow am I different?\nHow am I different?\n[Verse 2]\nI can't do it, so move along\nDo you really want to wait until I prove you wrong?\nAnd don't tell me, let me guess\nI could change it all around if I would just say yes\n\n[Chorus]\nBut how am I different?\nHow am I different?\nHow am I different?\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAnd just one question before I pack\nWhen you fuck it up later\nDo I get my money back?\n\n[Verse 3]\nI can't do it and as for you\nCan you in good conscience even ask me to\n'Cause what do you care about the great divide\nAs long as you come down on the winner's side\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd how am I different?\nHow am I different?\nHow am I different?\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nJust one question before I buy\nWhen you fuck it up later\nDo I get my money back?2",1
1312,Angels_and_Airwaves___Breathe,happy,"""Breathe  [Verse 1]\nA blue-black shade of love\nSent from above\nMy hands are tied two worlds alone\nAnd this I know\nYour breath's like wine\nAnd just like clouds my skin crawls\nIt's so divine the sky it glows with fields of light\n\n[Chorus]\nDid you know that I love you?\nCome and lay with me\nI love you\nAnd on this day I will love you\nYou make me feel alive\nAnd I'll love you\nUntil the end of time\n[Verse 2]\nMy hands shake clasped with fear as you come near\nTo say goodnight just like a dove\nA peaceful sign\nTo help us by as you come in\nLet this begin\nStars fall like dust our lips will touch\nWe speak too much\n\n[Chorus]\nDid you know that I love you?\nCome and lay with me\nI love you\nAnd on this day I will love you\nYou make me feel alive\nAnd I'll love you\nUntil the end of time\n\n[Chorus]\nDid you know that I love you?\nCome and lay with me\nI love you\nAnd on this day I will love you\nYou make me feel alive\nAnd I'll love you\nUntil the end of time\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI've got a lot to say if you will let me\nIt's always hard when you're around me\nBut here right now there's interest in your eyes\nSo hear me out and hear this the first time\n\n[Outro]\nThat I love you come and lay with me\nThat I love you and on this day\nThat I love you you make me feel alive\nThat I love you\nTil' the end of time5",0
5547,Claw_Boys_Claw___Rosie,sad,"""Rosie  Rainbow child, I used to call that name a lot\nWhen love was doin' well\nBeing a star, took all of you away from me\nBut most of all from yourself\n\nGot what you're lookin' for\nWavin' bye to the poor\nGot what you're gazing at\nUnderstanding and respect\n\nOh, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nOh yeah, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nRainbow, star, oh, you fly to high above our heads\nJust held up by a string\nLook out, Rose, 'cause the fall is comin'\nYour shadow tells the state you're in\n\nGot what you're lookin' for\nWavin' bye to the poor\nGot what you're gazing at\nUnderstanding and respect\n\nOh, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nOh yeah, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\n\nGot what you're lookin' for\nWavin' bye to the poor\n\nTell me, girl, what is it like\nTo be a goddess overnight, yeah\n\nWhat do you fear the most\nSuicide or local dope?\n\nOh, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nOh yeah, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nYou might also likeOh, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\nOh yeah, Rosie, got it made, got it made\nGot it made, got it made\n\nMmm...",1
3506,Blink182___Man_Overboard,happy,"""Man Overboard  [Intro: Tom DeLonge Mark Hoppus]\nSo sorry it's over\nSo sorry it's over\nSo sorry it's over There's so much more that I wanted and\nSo sorry it's over There's so much more that I needed and\nTime keeps moving on and on and on\nSoon we'll all be gone\n\n[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nLet's take some time to talk this over\nYou're out of line and rarely sober\nWe can't depend on your excuses\n'Cause in the end it's fucking useless\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nYou can only lean on me for so long\nBring the ship about to watch a friend drown\nSit out on the ledge, begged you to come down\nYou can only lean on me for so long\n\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nI remember shots without a chaser\nAbsentminded thoughts, now you're a stranger\nCover up the scars, put on your game face\nLeft you in the bar to try and save face\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nYou can only lean on me for so long\nBring the ship about to watch a friend drown\nSit out on the ledge, begged you to come down\nYou can only lean on me for so long\n\n[Bridge: Tom DeLonge Mark Hoppus]\nSo sorry it's over\nSo sorry it's over\nSo sorry it's over There's so much more that I wanted and\nSo sorry it's over There's so much more that I needed and\nTime keeps moving on and on and on\nSoon we'll all be gone\nYou might also like[Outro: Mark Hoppus]\nMan on a mission, can't say I miss him around\nInsider information, hand in your resignation\nLoss of a good friend, best of intentions I found\nTight-lipped procrastination, yeah later, see you around14",0
2456,Barry_Manilow___I_Made_It_Through_The_Rain,happy,"""I Made It Through the Rain  [Verse 1]\nWe dreamers have our ways\nOf facing rainy days\nAnd somehow we survive\nWe keep the feelings warm\nProtect them from the storm\nUntil our time arrives\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nThen one day the sun appears\nAnd we come shining through those lonely years\n[Chorus]\nI made it through the rain\nI kept my world protected\nI made it through the rain\nI kept my point of view\nI made it through the rain\nAnd found myself respected\nBy the others who\nGot rained on too\nAnd made it through\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen friends are hard to find\nAnd life seems so unkind\nSometimes you feel afraid\nJust aim beyond the clouds\nAnd rise above the crowds\nAnd start your own parade\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\n'Cause when I chased my fears away\nThat's when I knew that I could finally say\n\n[Chorus]\nI made it through the rain\nI kept my world protected\nI made it through the rain\nI kept my point of view\nI made it through the rain\nAnd found myself respected\nBy the others who\nGot rained on too\nAnd made it through\nSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30You might also likeI made it through the rain\nI kept my world protected\nI made it through the rain\nI kept my point of view\nI made it through the rain\nAnd found myself respected\nBy the others who\nGot rained on too\nAnd made it through\nAnd made it through\n\n[Outro]\nAnd made it through",0
6494,Darude___Dreams,calm,"'Dreams  I see the early morning rise\nThe first ray shining caught my eyes\nI hear the waves break ashore\nWho could ever want for more?\nI feel your warmth still next to me\nMemories burnt deep in me\nYour scent, your touch, all there is\nLast night’s soft ‘n’ silky dreamsYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
8604,Eva_Cassidy___Autumn_Leaves,sad,"""Autumn Leaves  [Verse 1]\nThe falling leaves drift by my window\nThe falling leaves of red and gold\nI see your lips, the summer kisses\nThe sunburned hands I used to hold\n\n[Chorus]\nSince you went away, the days grow long\nAnd soon I'll hear old winter song\nBut I miss you most of all, my darling\nWhen autumn leaves start to fall\nSince you went away, the days grow long\nAnd soon I'll hear old winter song\nBut I miss you most of all, my darling\nWhen autumn leaves start to fall\nI miss you most of all, my darling\nWhen autumn leaves start to fall",1
8294,Emmy_The_Great___Canopies_And_Drapes,happy,"""Canopies and Drapes  All I know:\nI want to see you tonight\nWhat's the point?\nAll we do is fight\nI've loved you so long\nI don't know who I'd be without\n\nMy head hurts\nI wish I'd never woke up\nI feel worse\nThan when S Club 7 broke up\nI hate the day, it hates me\nSo does everybody else\nI sit here drooling on my own again\nAnother routine episode of Friends\nWhat does it mean to be American?\nIs it feelings, coffee, and\n'I'll be there for you'?\n\nLater on, me and a bottle will hook up to have some fun\nThen I'll call your house at 12 to let you know that I'm drunk\nSay 'I'm sorry Mr. C, I was just looking for your son'\n'How is he, incidentally, do you know if he's out alone?'\n'There is this book he lent to me something like seven months ago'\n'I'm gonna burn it in the street, be so kind as to let him know\nThat I'm dealing with this badly, and\nCould he please get back to me?'\n\nSince you've gone my only friends are Billy Bragg and The Jam\nThough my time with you has got me feeling oh-so k.d. lang\nI think you're right about the New Kids on the Block\nAnd I agree now, Billy Joel does not rock\nWish I could show you all the things that Woody Allen helps me see\nHow Annie Hall is starting to seem quite a lot like you and me\nTook a while to come around to David Bowie's new CD\nAnd it's much too late to give back your Magnetic Fields EP\nCan I keep it by my pillow?\nReally loved it\nHow I long to tell you so\nYou might also likeWhen I get to sleep I'll dream again of canopies and drapes\nAnd wake shaking in the knowledge\nThat the mattress holds your shape\nI'll assume my phone is dead because it hasn't run for months\nIf tomorrow is the funeral, do you think that you could come?\nI could give you back your music and your t-shirts and your socks\nRun to Jazz's house in Soho, cry into her letterbox\nTake some time out to resuscitate my soul\nTake up smoking and drink carrot juice and grow\nTeach the mattress to erase you from its folds\nThen dry my eyes and keep on moving\n'Til the motion makes me strong\n'Til one day I realize I don't remember that you're gone\nWe'll be strangers who were lovers\nI'll recover\nIt's so weird how time goes on",0
6308,Damone___Out_Here_All_Night,anger,"'Out Here All Night  [Verse 1]\nSummer\'s coming too fast\nWinter\'s been here too long\nIf we keep wasting our days\nPretty soon they\'ll be gone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'ve been out here all night\nI\'ve been out here all day\nWith my eyes open wide\nHoping that you will say\nEverything is all right\nWe can be happy too\nIf you look out for me\nThe way I looked out for you\n[Verse 2]\nPeople take what they need\nThen they tell you ""get lost""\nKindly leading you on\nWhile they\'re ripping you off\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'ve been out here all night\nI\'ve been out here all day\nWith my eyes open wide\nHoping that you will say\nEverything is all right\nWe can be happy too\nIf you look out for me\nThe way I looked out for you\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf I sounded insecure\nIt\'s because I wasn\'t sure\nYou were really there\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'ve been out here all night\nI\'ve been out here all day\nWith my eyes open wide\nHoping that you will say\nEverything is all right\nWe can be happy too\nIf you look out for me\nThe way I looked out for you\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nYou can stand there all night\nYou can stand there all day\nYou can do what you like\nIt doesn\'t matter to me\n\n[Outro]\nOh yeah, yeah, yeahEmbed', 'default'",3
7479,Doves___There_Goes_The_Fear,happy,"""There Goes the Fear  [Verse 1]\nOut of here\nWe're out of here\nOut of heartache\nAlong with fear\nThere goes the fear again\nThere goes the fear\nAnd cars speed fast\nOut of here\nAnd life goes past\nAgain so near\nThere goes the fear again\nThere goes the fear\nClose your brown eyes\nAnd lay down next to me\nClose your eyes, lay down\nCause there goes the fear\nLet it go\n[Chorus]\nYou turn around and life's passed you by\nYou look to ones you love to ask them why\nYou look to those you love to justify\nYou turned around and life's passed you by\nPassed you by again\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd late last night\nMakes up her mind\nAnother fight\nLeft behind\nThere goes the fear again\nLet it go\nThere goes the fear\nClose your brown eyes\nAnd lay down next to me\nClose your eyes, lay down\n'Cos there goes the fear\nLet it go\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nThink of me when you're coming down\nBut don't look back when leaving town\nOh think of me when he's calling out\nBut don't look back when leaving town\nThink of me when you close your eyes\nBut don't look back when you break all ties\nThink of me when you're coming down\nBut don't look back when leaving town today\nThere goes the fear again\nLet it go\nThere goes the fear\nLet it go\nThink of me when you close your eyes\nBut don't look back when you break all ties\nThink of me when you're coming down\nBut don't look back when leaving town todayYou might also like1",0
154,AFI___Love_Like_Winter,sad,"'Love Like Winter  [Verse 1]\nWarn your warmth to turn away\nHere, it\'s December every day I like that\nPress your lips to the sculptures\nAnd surely, you\'ll stay love like winter\nFor of sugar and ice\nI am made, I am made\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s in the blood\nIt\'s in the blood\nI met my love before I was born\nHe wanted love\nI taste of blood\nHe bit my lip, and drank my war\nFrom years before, from years before\n[Verse 2]\nShe exhales vanilla lace\nI barely dreamt her, yesterday yesterday\nRead the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace\nPor siempre\nShe said, ""It seems you\'re somewhere far away,"" to his face\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s in the blood\nIt\'s in the blood\nI met my love before I was born\nShe wanted love\nI taste of blood\nShe bit my lip, and drank my war\nFrom years before, from years before\n\n[Bridge]\nLove like winter, oh-oh, oh-oh\nLove like winter, winter\nThree, four\n\n[Chorus]\nIt\'s in the blood\nIt\'s in the blood\nI met my love before I was born\nHe wanted love\nI taste of blood\nHe bit my lip, and drank my war\nFrom years before, from years before\nFrom years beforeSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also like2Embed', 'default'",1
6298,Damien_Rice___Older_Chests,calm,"""Older Chests  [Verse 1]\nOlder chests reveal themselves\nLike a crack in a wall\nStarting small\nAnd grow in time\nAnd we always seem to need the help\nOf someone else\nTo mend that shelf\nToo many books\nRead me your favorite line\nPapa went to other lands\nAnd he found someone who understands\nThe ticking\nThe Western Man's need to cry\nHe came back the other day, yeah you know\nSome things in life may change\nAnd some things\nThey stay the same\n[Chorus]\nLike time\nThere's always time\nOn my mind\nSo pass me by\nI'll be fine\nJust give me time\n\n[Verse 2]\nOlder gents sit on the fence\nWith their cap in hand\nLooking grand\nThey watch their city change\nChildren scream, or so it seems\nLouder than before\nOut of doors and into stores\nWith bigger names\nMama tried to wash their faces\nBut these kids they lost their graces\nAnd daddy lost\nAt the races too many times\nShe broke down the other day, yeah you know\nSome things in life may change\nAnd some things\nThey stay the same\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLike time\nThere's always time\nOn my mind\nSo pass me by\nI'll be fine\nJust give me time\nLike time\nThere's always time\nOn my mind\nSo pass me by\nI'll be fine\nJust give me time2",2
8490,Eric_Johnson___All_About_You,happy,"""All About You  [Verse 1]\nOh yeah, through the pouring rain\nI still feel the same, all about you\nIt's true, many folks agree\nThe answer can be all about you\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nFrom the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\n[Verse 2]\nAll I've got to say\nPlease don't slip away, when life abounds you\nAnd you know, hurts a lot, the pain\n'Cause it's not the same without you\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nFrom the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou gave me music first\nI still have the thirst, oh to love you\nYou know we still have a chance\nThings could still turn right, all within you\n\nSo throw out all those hurting shoes\nPlease don't turn on you, life's about you\nAnd come on, 'cause you're the king of hearts\nNow a brand new start, is all about you\nYeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nCircles get broken\nBy the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nIs that how it's got to be?\nYou might also likeAnd circles get broken\nBy the destiny's arrows\nLives set in motion\nThat's the way it's got to be",0
4441,Bruce_Springsteen___Tunnel_Of_Love,happy,"""Tunnel of Love  Fat man sitting on a little stool takes the money from my hand\nWhile his eyes take a walk all over you\nHands me the ticket, smiles and whispers good luck with her\nCuddle up, angel, cuddle up, my little dove\nWe'll ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love\n\nI can feel the soft silk of your blouse\nAnd them soft thrills in our little fun house\nThen the lights go out and it's just the three of us\nYou, me and all that stuff we're so scared of\nGotta ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love\nThere's a crazy mirror showing us both in 5-D\nI’m laughing at you, you’re laughing at me\nThere’s a room of shadows that gets so dark, brother\nIt’s easy for two people to lose each other\nIn this tunnel of love\n\nIt ought to be easy, ought to be simple enough\nMan meets a woman and they fall in love\nBut this house is haunted and the ride gets rough\nYou've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above\nIf you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love\n\nTunnel of love\nTunnel of love\nTunnel of loveSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like2",0
6891,Depeche_Mode___Come_Back,calm,"""Come Back  [Chorus 1: Dave Gahan]\nCome back, come back to me\nI'll be waiting patiently\nCome back, come back to me\nI'll be waiting here patiently\n\n[Verse 1: Dave Gahan]\nWalking a thin white line\nBetween love and hate\nWasting all my time in another world\nIn another place\nI could use a little company\nA little kindness can go a long way\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Dave Gahan & Martin L. Gore]\nWeeks turn into months\nMonths turn into years\nReaching the same conclusions\nGathering up the fear\n\n[Chorus 1: Dave Gahan & Martin L. Gore]\nCome back, come back to me\nI'll be waiting patiently\nCome back, come back to me\nI'll be waiting here patiently\n\n[Verse 2: Dave Gahan]\nLight will always shine\nIn the heart of you\nIn truth and in reality\nOnly blindness can hide it away\nI could use a little restraint\nA little kindness can go a long way\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Dave Gahan & Martin L. Gore]\nWeeks turn into months\nMonths turn into years\nReaching the same conclusions\nGathering up the fear\nYou're living the same delusion\nGathering up the fear\nGathering up the fear\nGathering up the fear\nGathering up the fear\nYou might also like[Chorus 2: Dave Gahan & Martin L. Gore]\nCome back\nCome back\nCome back\nCome back\nCome back12",2
9386,Fountains_Of_Wayne___Baby_One_More_Time,calm,"""...Baby One More Time  Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know\nThat something wasn't right here\nOh baby baby, I shouldn't have let you go\nAnd now you're out of sight, yeah\n\nShow me how you want it to be\nTell me baby 'cause I need to know, because\nMy loneliness is killin' me\nI must confess I still believe\nWhen I'm not with you I lose my mind\nGive me a sign, hit me baby one more time\nOh baby baby, the reason I breathe is you\nGirl you've got me blinded\nOh pretty baby, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do\nIt's not the way I planned it\n\nShow me how you want it to be\nTell me baby 'cause I need to know, because\nMy loneliness is killin' me\nI must confess I still believe\n\nWhen I'm not with you I lose my mind\nGive me a sign, hit me baby one more time\n\nOh baby baby\nOh baby baby\n\nOh baby baby, how was I supposed to know\nOh pretty baby, I shouldn't have let you go\nNow I must confess\nThat my loneliness\nIs killin' me now\nDon't you know I still believe\nThat you will be here\nAnd give me a sign\nHit me baby one more time\nYou might also likeMy loneliness is killin' me\nI must confess I still believe\nWhen I'm not with you I lose my mind\nGive me a sign, hit me baby one more time",2
4194,Brendan_Benson___Tiny_Spark,happy,"""Tiny Spark  Yeah yeah yeah yeah\nI've always been this way\nNever known any other way to feel\nGot the right of way\nAnd all of the others must yield\n\nNow I'm naked\nAnd I'm in school\nI can't make it\nTo the door\nYeah\nTry to understand\nThat an oyster can only make a pearl\nFrom a grain of sand\nBut from what I don't know makes a girl\nWell I'm trying\nNot to laugh\nIt's that I'm dying\n\nWhen we break when we break apart\nAnd you take And you take back your heart back your heart\nAnd it aches in the dark\nBut it makes a tiny spark\n\nI've always been this way\nNever known any other way to feel\nGot the right of way\nAnd all the others must yield\n\nNow I'm naked\nAnd I'm in school\nI can't make it\nTo the door\nAnd we're lying in the grass\nI was trying oh not to laugh\nI was drowning in the past",0
8164,Elvis_Presley___Suspicious_Minds,sad,"""TranslationsPortuguêsSuspicious Minds  [Verse 1]\nWe're caught in a trap, I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWhy can't you see what you're doin' to me\nWhen you don't believe a word I say?\n\n[Chorus]\nWe can't go on together\nWith suspicious minds With suspicious minds\nAnd we can't build our dreams\nOn suspicious minds\n[Verse 2]\nSo if an old friend I know stops by to say hello\nWould I still see suspicion in your eyes?\nHere we go again, asking where I've been\nYou can't see the tears are real, I'm cryin' Yes, I'm cryin'\n\n[Chorus]\nWe can't go on together\nWith suspicious minds With suspicious minds\nAnd we can't build our dreams\nOn suspicious minds\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, let our love survive\nI'll dry the tears from your eyes\nLet's don't let a good thing die\nWhen, honey, you know I've never lied to you\nMmm, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe're caught in a trap, I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWhy can't you see what you're doin' to me\nWhen you don't believe a word I say?\n\n[Outro]\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, baby\nWell, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out\nBecause I love you too much, babyYou might also like16",1
7076,Diana_Krall___S_Wonderful,calm,"""’S Wonderful  'S wonderful, 's marvelous\nYou should care for me\n'S awfully nice, 's paradise\n'S what I love to see\n\nYou've made my life so glamorous\nYou can't blame me for feeling amorous\nOh, 's wonderful, marvelous\nThat you should care for me\n\n'S wonderful, 's marvelous\nThat you should care for me\n'S awful nice, 's paradise\n'S what I love to see\nMy dear, it's four-leaf clover time\nFrom now on my heart's working overtime\nOh, 's wonderful, marvelous\nThat you should care for me\n\n'S wonderful, 's marvelous\nThat you should care for me\n'S awfully nice, 's paradise\n'S what I love to see\n\nYou've made my life so glamorous\nYou can't blame me for feeling amorous\nOh, 's wonderful, marvelous\nThat you should care for meSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",2
2168,Autumnblaze___I_Am_Water,sad,"""I Am Water  There are days I feel as tired as the oldest man\nAn empty shadow in the park\nI am a raindrop swimming on the window pane\nIt's always the same dull pain\n\nI'm just here to drown\n\nBefore I go to sleep I try to think of something good\nA permanent ocean and you\n\n[Chorus:]\nI am water\nYou only have to dive into me\nI am water\nMy mute heart - a singing wave\nTomorrow is another chance to say nothing again\nSomeone could find me in the park\n\nAm I just here to drown?\n\n[Eldron, 3.9.2001]",1
5056,Catherine_Wheel___Crank,happy,"""Crank  [Verse 1]\nLove my superstitious games\nRunning circles round my brain\nWhen I'm left smiling\nI love to steal this living steam\nMy head in someone's dream\nI'm tired of sleeping\n\n[Chorus]\nCall me crank, my idea\nCrank, so severe\nCrank, my conscience clear\n[Verse 2]\nI build my canopy of steel\nIt fulfills my sense of real\nA chrome protection\n\n[Chorus]\nCall me crank, my idea\nCrank, so severe\nCrank, my conscience clear\nIt's clear\n\n[Verse 3]\nIn this small partition, like a prison\nExplode time bomb\nIf you know where I come from\nJust call me\n\n[Chorus]\nYou call me crank, my idea\nCrank, so severe\nCrank, my conscience clear\nPlease call me crank, it's what I need\nCrank, my mind in sync\nCrank, my dream complete\n\n[Outro]\nLay down, lay down, lay down",0
7183,Dimmu_Borgir___Kings_Of_The_Carnival_Creation,anger,"""Kings of the Carnival Creation  Incarnated marvels simplified\nEffects from such a disconsolate kind\nImpotence of the once-so-perfect living\nErase and rewind\n\nStand rigid for the next battle\nPeace means reloading your guns\nThe love for life is all hatred in disguise\nA carnival creation with masks undone\n\nIn search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin\nThrough mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind\nSophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth\nConfidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies\nAn abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate\nWith the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well\nThorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin\nWorshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell\nWhat on earth possessed you\n\nConsuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues\nDevoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception\nTestimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions\n\nGlance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface\nAnd enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect\nWith such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil\nNext step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin\n\nLeft are the kings of the carnival creation\nCarrying out the echoes of the fallen\n\nSense the withering eternity as it fades away\nThe ultimate graceless voyage of all times\nOnly death will be guarding your angels, silently\nCripples joining arms in clamour\nInstitutionalized for the rebirth\nThe herd will be hunted",3
7834,Efterklang___Jojo,sad,"""Jojo  Look out behind you\nJojo's got his gun\nHe wouldn't mean to\nYou know he likes his funJojo dig those spinning lights\nWay out games and dizzy heights below him\nJojo dig those Broadway nights\nFlashy lines, you know him\nYou know himHe got you covered\nAnd you'll know it right our front\nHey, fifty dollars\nHe'll get you all you wantJojo dig those spinning lights\nWay out games and dizzy heights below him\nAnd it's all below him\nJojo dig those Broadway nights\nFlashy lines, you know himEver so rarely that man in a million's born\nGentle and soft, but who'd just as soon off you\nFor looking the wrong way as not\nJojo\nGo JoHis baby stays high\nGot to keep her sweet\nHe keep her just right\nKeeps her on the streetJojo dig those spinning lights\nWay out games and dizzy heights, oh, below him\nJojo dig those Broadway nights\nFlashy lines oh, you know himDo you know you are so nice\nDo you care\nI'd love to take you homeJojo dig those spinning lights\nWay out games and dizzy heights below him\nJojo dig those broadway nights\nFlashy lines, you know him.Say, what do you think of gentlemen wearing mink\nGentle and soft but who'd just as soon off you\nFor looking the wrong way as not\nJojo\nGo JoSo you can't hang you\nJojo guide them\nThough he would'nt need to\nHe'd be love to, ahhJojo dig those spinning lights\nWay out games and dizzy heights below him\nMan is worth loving\nJojo dig those Broadway nights\nFlashy lines, you know him\nYeah\nYeah yeahJojo, our love can grow\nJojo, now, now, now",1
3555,Blonde_Redhead___Astro_Boy,sad,"""Astro Boy  If you insist on situations that make you cry\nIt's not real\nIt can be fear\nIt's in your eyes\nIt can be here\nThe complications affect your mind\n\nMistake? One more\nA fewer days\nA fewer time\nAstro Boy\nWhat I'm trying to say is simple\nThe message goes something like this\nI want you\nI want your house\nI kiss you\nI\nI was always there\nI was there\nI was alone\nI was small\nIt was real\nIt's so true\nI can feel, you can feel\nI\n\nHow mere\nHow mere\nHow mere\nHow mere\n\nIf I insist on situations that make you cry\nIt's not real\nIt can be fear\nIt's in your eyes\nIt can be here\nThe complications affect your mind\nYou might also likeJust take one more\nA fewer days\nA fewer time",1
1936,Ashlee_Simpson___Shadow,calm,"""Shadow  [Verse 1]\nI was six years old\nWhen my parents went away\nI was stuck inside a broken life\nI couldn't wish away\nShe was beautiful\nShe had everything and more\nAnd my escape was hiding out and running for the door\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nSomebody listen please\nIt used to be so hard being me\n[Chorus]\nLiving in the shadow\nOf someone else's dream\nTryna find a hand to hold, but every touch felt cold to me\nLiving in a nightmare\nA never-ending sleep\nBut now that I am wide awake\nMy chains are finally free\nDon't feel sorry for me\n\n[Verse 2]\nAll the days collided\nOne less perfect than the next\nI was stuck inside someone else's life and always second best\nOh, I love you now, 'cause now I realize\nThat it's safe outside to come alive in my identity\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nSo if you're listening\nThere's so much more to me you haven't seen\n\n[Chorus]\nLiving in the shadow\nOf someone else's dream\nTryna find a hand to hold, but every touch felt cold to me\nLiving in a nightmare\nA never-ending sleep\nBut now that I am wide awake\nThen I can finally see\nDon't feel sorry for me\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nMother, sister, father, sister, mother\nEverything's cool now\nMother, sister, father, sister, mother\nEverything's cool now\nOh, my life is good\nI've got more than anyone should\nOh, my life is good\nAnd the past is in the past\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI was living in the shadow of someone else's dream\nTryna find a hand to hold, but every touch felt cold to me\nI'm living in a new day, I'm living it for me\nAnd now that I am wide awake\nYeah, I can finally be\nSo don't feel sorry for me\nDon't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me\nDon't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me\n\n[Outro]\nLiving in, living in, living in the shadow\nLiving in, living in, living in a new day",2
5556,Clear_Vu___I_Adore,happy,"""I adore  Your the one that i adore, i adore your the\nYour the one that i adore , i adore\nYour the one that i adore , i adore your the\nYour the one that i adore , i adore\n\nAnd there u were standing in the rain oh oh oh\nAnd there u were in my life again\nI didn't know u were in such pain no no no\nI didn't know if id see u again\nI always thought i waited too long oh oh oh\nI never meant to do u any wrong no no no\nThe 1 that i adore\nThe 1 that ive been lookin for\nThe 1 that i adore\nThe 1 that ive been searchin for\n\nYour the 1 that i adore, i adore your the\nYour the one that i adore , i adore",0
5229,Chevelle___Dont_Fake_This,anger,"""Don’t Fake This  [Verse 1]\nIgnoring a loss of sight\nAfraid to blink, I might lose the sun\nBut don't make this out to be more than it isn't\nBehind every lie, there's a burden within\nYes, you're my sight\n\n[Bridge]\nThis suffering\nThat's kept within\nDisposable men\nLost\n[Verse 2]\nInside, he was negative\nThis place, once more was underground\nSo look and connect, we're refusing to rust\nHealing has to begin in the past\n\n[Chorus]\nSo don't fake this, don't fake this\nDon't fake this, don't\n\n[Bridge]\nThis suffering you, you\nThat's kept within you, you\nDisposable men you, you\nLost you, you\n\n[Chorus]\nSo don't fake this, don't fake this\nDon't fake this, don't\n\nFake, fake, fake\n\n[Bridge]\nThis suffering you, you\nThat's kept within you, you\nDisposable men you, you\nLost you, you\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo don't fake this, don't fake this\nDon't fake this, don't\nFake, fake, fake",3
6578,David_Benoit___Drive_Time,happy,"""Drive Time  You asked me why\nBut I don't have a clue\nI have no words to throw back at you\nSee what love can do\n\nYou say right now that you don't feel a thing\nI wonder how is that really what you mean\nAre you listening\n\nI don't deserve to hurt this way\nYou can do damage with words you say, baby\nAny other time those words might hurt me\nAny other time, hooh whoa\nAny other time my mind just walk away\n\nMaybe it's true something's in the air\nWe talk all night but we get nowhere\nDo you even care\n\nI have tried a way I'll go\nHow can you tell me to just let go\n\nAny other time those words might hurt me\nAny other time, hooh whoa\nAny other time my mind just walk away\nAny other time\nAny other time those words might hurt me\n\nI see by the look in your eyes\nThat you just don't believe we'll make it this time\nYou're trying to harden your heart\nBut the real work begins when love comes upon\n\nWe could turn back after all these years\nWe could walk on down along tears",0
2186,Avantasia___Cry_Just_A_Little,sad,"""Cry Just A Little  [Tobias Sammet:]\nA heart out of affection, a night at the masquerade\nYou won some and you're lonesome\nAs the spotlight fades\nGoing forth pretending destination is at hand\nWhen she's crying just a little just for me\n\n[Bob Catley:]\nI've seen them set off to the Promised Land\nEscaping from the hurtings they don't understand\nA sense of satisfaction on account of pristine tears\nShe's crying just little more just like you\nNo, oh, no, no\n\n[Chorus]\nWhy don't you cry, cry a little over me?\nWhy don't you lie?\nCan't you tell me that I am hard to deny?\nCan't you see what I am going through?\nCry just a little for me, oh, girl, a little for me\n\n[Bob Catley:]\nAfraid to give away what you keep inside\nThere's a ghost in your mirror every lonesome night\nAll those nights are getting colder\nAnd your heart is a frozen wound\nDon't you wonder who'll be there when you awake?\n\nNo, oh\n\n[Chorus x2]",1
8179,Embodyment___One_Less_Addiction,calm,"""One Less Addiction  I fight this with\nTwo closed fists\nUnder a purple sky\nNaked trees\nAre clawing\nFor the air\n\nThis won't pull on emotions\nBut it's something to do\nGo ahead\nTry it\nIf you dislike, refund's at the door\nI always fell for\nThe sucker punch . . \n\nI confess the changes\nMaybe I'm growing up\nFrom the shoes on my feet\nTo the stench in my mouth\n\nI'll remain transparent . . \n\nAnd while you speak in codes\nI'll speak in spirit\n\nI confess the changes\nMaybe I'm growing up\nFrom the shoes on my feet\nTo the stench in my mouth\n\nAnd while you speak in codes\nI'll speak in spirit\nI'll remain transparent\n\nI tasted\nI did that\nI tasted\nNow I'm hooked . . ",2
1376,Animal_Collective___Peacebone,happy,"'Peacebone  [Intro]\nBonefish\nBonefish\n\n[Verse 1]\nA Peacebone got found in the dinosaur wing\nWell I\'ve been jumpin\' all over, but my views were slowly shrinking\nI was a jugular vein in a juggler’s girl\nI was supposedly leaking the most interesting colors\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWhile half of my fingers are dipped in the sand\nYou progress in letters but you\'re used to cooking broccoli\nThe other side of takeout is mildew on rice\n[Chorus]\nAnd an obsession with the past is like a dead fly\nAnd just a few things are related to the ""old times""\nThen we did believe in magic and we did die\nIt\'s not my words that you should follow, it\'s your insides\nYou\'re just an inside, adjust your insides, you\'re just an inside\n\n[Verse 2]\nI bet the monster was happy when we made him a maze\n\'Cause he don’t understand intentions and he just looks at your face\nI bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath\nAnd all the birds are very curious, all the fish were at the surface\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nWith half of me waiting for myself to get calm\nI\'m like a pelican at red tide\nI\'m a corpse, I\'m not a fisherman and\nA blow out does not mean I will have a good night\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd an obsession with the past is like a dead fly\nAnd just a few things are related to the ""old times""\nThen we did believe in magic and we did die\nIt\'s not my words that you should follow, it\'s your insides\nYou\'re just an inside. Adjust your insides. You\'re just an inside\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nWell I start in a hose and I\'ll end in a yard\nWhen I feel like I’m stealing I can\'t keep myself from hearing God\nOnly the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground\nIt was the clouds that carved the mountains\nIt was the mountains that made the kids scream\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nOh well she bore all her parts but\nShe never was found\nYou think I\'ll carve a path through New York\nAnd be an artist, but are you anything\nThen you find out that you can’t ask a baby to cry\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd an obsession with the past is like a dead fly\nAnd just a few things are related to the ""old times""\nWhen we did believe in magic and we did die\nIt\'s not my words that you should follow, it\'s your inside\nAdjust your insides. You\'re just an inside\n\n[Outro]\nInside, inside, inside\nInside, inside, inside\nInside\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone, peacebone\nPeacebone, peacebone\nBonefish9Embed', 'default'",0
7440,Dorinda_ClarkCole___So_Many_Times,happy,"""So Many Times  [Spoken Intro]\nSee they got to do this 'cause I'll keep on going\nCome on, put your hands together\nDerek, just for you, man\nTell somebody so many times God stepped in\n\n[Chorus]\nSo many times I needed you\nSo many times you came through\nSo many times I had to call\nAnd you came to my rescue\nYes you did, wooh yeah, oh\nSo many times I needed you\nSo many times, oh you came through\nSo many many many many many I called you\nAnd you came to my rescue, yes he did\nAnybody know he came through\nYeah, wooh listen\nSo many times I had to pray\nSo many times you made a way\nSo many times I had to cry and you came to my rescue\nYes you did, hey\nSo many times I had to pray\nSo many times you made a way\nSo many times I had to cry and you came to my rescue\nYes you did, hey\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou were there oh, every time I need you\nYou were there oh, every time I called you\nYou were there yeah, every time I cried, ooh\nYou were there yeah, you helped me make it through, Lord\nWhen confusion, all around me\nDidn't desert me, but you found me\nYou came to my rescue\nYou were there hey, every time I need you\nYou were there hey, every time I prayed\nYou were there yes, every time I called you\nYou were there yeah, every time I prayed\nWhen confusion, all around me\nDidn't desert me, but you found me\nYou came to my rescue he rescued me, yes you did\n\n[Chorus]\nSo many times I found myself weak, yeah\nSo many times wooh, my strength you increased, hey\nSo many times oh I had to call\nYou came to my rescue hey\n\n[Bridge]\nI never shall forget ooh I know I never\nI never shall forget yeah, n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-never\nI never shall forget yeah, yeah yeah yeah, won't forget it\nI never shall forget wooh yeah yeah\nI never shall forget oh wooh wooh wooh, won't forget\nI never shall forget how he woke me up in the morning\nI never shall forget how he put food on my table\nI never shall forget yeah, yeah, yeah I can't\nI can't forget it I can't forget it\nI can't forget it I can't forget it\nI can't forget it how he brought me through\nI can't forget it all of my tests and trials\nI can't forget it he picked me up\nI can't forget it and then turned me around\nI can't forget it he placed my feet\nI can't forget it on a solid ground\nI can't forget it I can't forget it\nI can't forget it n-n-no, I can't forget\nI can't forget it how he made a way\nI can't forget it out of no way\nI can't forget it how he turned my midnights\nI can't forget it turned him into day\nI can't forget it I can't forget it\nI can't forget it oh, never shall\nNever shall forget it\nForget it I never shall\nNever shall forget it\nForget it how he washed me\nNever shall how he cleaned me\nForget it he's healed me\nNever shall he sealed me\nForget it he protected me\nNever shall he delivered me\nForget it he set me free\nNever shall he rescued me\nForget it put his loving\nNever shall his arms around me\nForget it I feel so free\nNever shall got the victory\nForget it\nNever shall ooh yeah\nForget it\nNever shall hey\nForget it\nNever shall yeah\nForget it\nNever shall I'll never forget it\nForget it\nNever shall no-no never forget it\nForget it\nNever shall how can I\nForget it forget it\nNever shall\nForget it\nNever shall hey\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo many times I had to call\nAnd he came to my rescue\n\n[Spoken Break]\nAnybody got a rescue praise\nCome on, put those hands together\n\n[Bridge]\nNever shall\nForget it\nNever shall\nForget it won't\nNever shall now\nForget it yeah\nNever shall yeah\nForget it won't\nNever shall\nForget it I can't\nNever shall\nForget it why should I\nNever shall no\nForget it hold on, hey\nI can't forget it baby, I won't forget\nI can't forget it I won't forget\nI can't forget it\nI can't forget it\nI can't forget it\nI can't forget it I can't forget it\nI can't forget it how he picked me up\nI can't forget it hey\n[Chorus]\nSo many times I had to call\nAnd he came to my rescue",0
7855,Eighteen_Visions___The_Sweetest_Memory,sad,"""The Sweetest Memory  Rows and rows of white lies keep trying\nIs that any way to live?\nDon't come to our home thinking I don't care\n\nDo you think we can't feel it too?\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is gone\nYears and years between the lines gone tainted\nIs that any way to live?\nI hope it's worth it, worth all the pain\n\nDo you think we can't feel it too?\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nHere we are\nDo you want to see this last or do you even care?\nOur sweetest memory is gone\n\nGive it up, give it up\nBecause the end is near\nOur sweetest memory is gone",1
6464,Darkseed___Hear_Me,sad,"""Hear Me  A bloody rusted nail\nPiercing through my veins\nNo light to change eternal night to day\nHere human life has no worth\n\nI never found what i was looking for\nDo you hear me when i cry\nI never know what to search\nWill you find it when i'm gone?\n\nDo you hear me when i cry\nNo you don't\nChaos, madness, many sighs\nIn a world without hope\nMy mind's not filled with things to come\nTime runs away under my feet\nA part of me has gone and died\nLife's going on and will do when i'm gone",1
9308,Foghat___Slow_Ride,happy,"""Slow Ride  [Intro / Chorus]\nWoo!\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\n[Verse 1]\nI'm in the mood\nThe rhythm is right\nMove to the music\nWe can roll all night\n\n[Bridge]\nOooh slow ride\nOooh\n\n[Chorus]\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\n\n[Verse 2]\nSlow down, go down\nGot to get your lovin'\nOne more time\nHold me, roll me\nSlow ridin' woman you're so fine\n\n[Break]\nWoo!\nYou might also like[Verse 1]\nI'm in the mood\nThe rhythm is right\nMove to the music\nWe can roll all night\n\n[Bridge]\nOooh\n\n[Chorus]\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\n\n[Verse 2]\nSlow down, go down\nGot to get your lovin'\nOne more time\nHold me, roll me\nSlow ridin' woman you're so fine\n\n[Chorus]\nSlow ride, easy\nSlow ride, sleazy\nSlow ride, easy\nSlow ride, sleazy\n[Verse 2]\nSlow down, go down\nGot to get your lovin'\nOne more time\nHold me, roll me\nSlow ridin' woman you're so fine\n\n[Chorus]\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\nSlow ride\nTake it easy\n\n[Alt. Chorus]\nSlow down\nGo down\nSlow down\nGo down\n\n[Verse 3]\nCome on, baby\nTake a slow ride with me\nCome on, baby\nTake a slow ride\n\n[Verse 4]\nOh, feel good\nMmmm, feels so good\nI like it, yeah\nI feel good\nOh, I feel all right\n\n[Verse 5]\nYou know the rhythm is right\nYou know the rhythm is right\nWe've got to rock all night\nWe've got to rock all night\nYou know the rhythm is right\nWe've got to rock all night\nYou know the rhythm is right\nWe've got to rock all night\nWoah, come all night\n\n[Verse 6]\nWoo, woo\nYour flamin' heart\nYour flamin' heart\nYour flamin' heart\nYour flamin' heart\nWoo, woo, woo\n\n[Outro]\nSlow ride!6",0
2579,Beady_Belle___Closer,calm,"""Closer  Closer\nCome a little closer\nLend an ear to my secretive, whispering, quiet word\n\nCloser\nStill a little closer\nWhat i tell you must in no case go unheard\n\nDelicate, delicate\nClandestine, devoted, forbidden sense\nIntimate, intimate\nMysterious, mutual confidence\nCloser\nJust a little closer\nDon't worry, there's no danger, no offence\n\nCloser\nStill a little closer\nAnd you'll see my message is simply self-evidence",2
2921,Beth_Orton___Dont_Need_A_Reason,happy,"""Don’t Need a Reason  Have you ever seen a sign\nThat upon a lifetime\nThere were angels?\nYou won't lose track\n'Cause upon their backs\nFeel the weight of wings\n\nWhy'd they fall? It's hard to tell\nBut some things you can buy yourself\nYeah, we only hurt the ones we love\nWhile we don't need a reason\nOnly care for the thing we deserve\nAnd that's something to believe in\nI think I've seen a sign\nBut it's a very fine line\nIf you want it all\nAnd don't lose track\nUpon my back\nThere's no weight of wings\n\nWhen they shine, it's hard to say\nBut some things never fade away\nAnd we only hurt the ones we love\nWhile we don't need a reason\nOnly care for the thing we deserve\nLike something to believe in\n\nSo I've been calling angels down to earth\nAnd I don't need a reason\nCalling angels down to earth\n'Cause I believe we need them\n\nYeah, we only hurt the ones we love\nWhile we don't need a reason\nYou're gonna get all that you deserve\nAnd all that you believe in\n\nThat you believe in\nDo you need them?\nIf you need them\nDo you know?\nDo you need them?\nIf you need them\nWho believes them?\nDo you know?\nDo you know?\nSuch a short time",0
5680,Coldplay___Speed_Of_Sound,calm,"""Speed of Sound  [Verse 1]\nHow long before I get in?\nBefore it starts, before I begin?\nHow long before you decide?\nBefore I know what it feels like?\nWhere to, where do I go?\nIf you never try, then you'll never know\nHow long do I have to climb\nUp on the side of this mountain of mine?\n\n[Verse 2]\nLook up, I look up at night\nPlanets are moving at the speed of light\nClimb up, up in the trees\nEvery chance that you get is a chance you seize\nHow long am I gonna stand\nWith my head stuck under the sand?\nI'll start before I can stop\nBefore I see things the right way up\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll that noise, and all that sound\nAll those places I got found\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd birds go flying at the speed of sound\nTo show you how it all began\nBirds came flying from the underground\nIf you could see it, then you'd understand\n\n[Verse 3]\nIdeas that you'll never find\nAll the inventors could never design\nThe buildings that you put up\nJapan and China all lit up\nThe sign that I couldn't read\nOr a light that I couldn't see\nSome things you have to believe\nBut others are puzzles, puzzling me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll that noise, and all that sound\nAll those places I got found\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd birds go flying at the speed of sound\nTo show you how it all began\nBirds came flying from the underground\nIf you could see it, then you'd understand\nOh, when you see it, then you'll understand\nSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like[Bridge]\nAll those signs, I knew what they meant\nSome things you can invent\nSome get made, and some get sent\nOoh\n\n[Chorus]\nBirds go flying at the speed of sound\nTo show you how it all began\nBirds came flying from the underground\nIf you could see it then you'd understand\nOh, when you see it, then you'll understand24",2
8260,Eminem___The_Way_I_Am,anger,"'', 'default'",3
4400,Brooks__Dunn___Aint_Nothing_Bout_You,happy,"""Ain’t Nothing ’Bout You  [Verse 1]\nOnce I thought that love was something I could never do\nNever knew that I could feel this much\nBut this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you\nIs more than a reaction to your touch\nIt's a perfect passion\nAnd I can't get enough\n\n[Chorus]\nThe way you look, the way you laugh\nThe way you love with all you have\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\nThe way you kiss, the way you cry\nThe way you move when you walk by\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you Nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\n[Verse 2]\nIn my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows\nThat never knocked me off my feet\nAll you gotta do is smile at me and down I go\nAnd baby, it's no mystery\nWhy I surrender\nGirl, you got everything\n\n[Chorus]\nThe way you look, the way you laugh\nThe way you love with all you have\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\nThe way you kiss, the way you cry\nThe way you move when you walk by\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you Nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\n\n[Bridge]\nI love your attitude, your rose tattoo, your every thought\nYour smile, you lips and girl, the list goes on and on and on\n\n[Chorus]\nThe way you look, the way you laugh\nThe way you love with all you have\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you Nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\nThe way you kiss, the way you cry\nThe way you move when you walk by\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me Something for me\nThe way you look, the way you laugh\nThe way you love with all you have\nYour dance, your drive, you make me feel alive\nThe way you talk, the way you tease\nBy now I think you see\nThere ain't nothing 'bout you Nothing 'bout you\nThat don't do something for me\nSomething for meSee Brooks & Dunn LiveGet tickets as low as $107",0
6720,Deacon_Blue___Chocolate_Girl,sad,"""Chocolate Girl  Alan doesn't understand her\nHe only thinks in numbers\nHe only drinks in restaurants\nWhere the girls are fully covered\n\nAnd he can't trust his yearnings\nAnd he doesn't like pretending\nHis tempers stretched so much by work\nHis heart needs gentle rending\n\nHe calls her the chocolate girl\nCause he thinks she melts when he touches her\nShe knows she's the chocolate girl\nCause she's broken up and swallowed\nAnd wrapped in bits of silver\nAlan doesn't understand this\nHe says he's only human\nSo he still lights up with old flames\nAs if to try and prove it\n\nAnd he doesn't like emotion\nHe's not certain of their ardour\nIf pouting causes so much fun\nThen breaking hearts is harder\n\nHe calls her the chocolate girl\nCause he thinks she melts when he touches her\nShe knows she's the chocolate girl\nCause she's broken up and swallowed\nAnd wrapped in bits of silver\n\nAlan doesn't understand her\nHe thinks its getting harder\nSo he spends the night with old friends\nUnderneath the covers\n\nAnd he talks about the chocolate girl\nAnd how he thinks she melts when he touches her\nAnd that she knows she's the chocolate girl\nCause she's broken up and swallowed\nAnd wrapped in bits of silver\nYou might also likeHe calls her the chocolate girl\nCause he thinks she melts when he touches her\nShe knows she's the chocolate girl\nCause she's broken up and swallowed\nAnd wrapped in bits of silver",1
7918,Eleanor_McEvoy___Whisper_A_Prayer_To_The_Moon,happy,"'Whisper A Prayer To The Moon  In case of loving unreturned\nUnrequited fingers burn\nDon’t you blame yourself at all\nThere is no blame, there is no crime\nThis madness happens all the time\nNo one there to break your fall\n\nI understand how hard it’s been\nI’ve been there too and I have seen\nWhat running after love can do\nThat feeling deep down in your soul\nThat searing, empty, gaping hole\nHas dug a hole in my life too\n[Chorus]\nMy darling, my darling\nSo crazy, so charming\nIt’s just that it happened too soon\nBut I send you my wishes\nMy hugs and my kisses\nAnd whisper a prayer to the moon\n\nIn case you’ve lost your faith in life\nIn case you cannot sleep at night\nBe certain this will take it’s toll\nI recognise those waves of pain\nI’ve known them time and time again\nAnd would not wish them on a soul\n\n[Chorus]\n\nIn cases lying by your door\nA life is packed to go once more\nThere was no intent to deceive\nPlease bear no grudge, just bear your soul\nIt’s hardly bearable to go\nAnd barely possible to leave\n\nMy sweet tempered angel\nI wish I were able\nTo heal all the hurt with a tune\nAnd if I had the powers\nI would give you the stars\nThe sun and the light of the moon\nYou might also like[Chorus x2]\n\nI whisper a prayer\nI whisper a prayer\nI whisper a prayer to the moon\nI whisper a prayer\nI whisper a prayer\nI whisper a prayer to the moonEmbed', 'default'",0
855,Alison_Krauss__Union_Station___Pastures_Of_Plenty,sad,"""Pastures of Plenty  Well, it's always we ramble, this river and I\nAll along your green valleys, I work till I die\nMy land I'll defend with my life need it be\n'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free\n\nGreen pastures of plenty from dry desert ground\nFrom the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down\nEvery state in this union us migrants have been\nLord, we come with the dust and we go with the wind\n\nCalifornia, Arizona, I harvest your crops\nThen it's on up North to Oregon to gather your hogs\nTake the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine\nJust to place on your table your that light, sparkling wine",1
1371,Animal_Collective___Who_Could_Win_A_Rabbit,happy,"""Who Could Win a Rabbit  Hungry bread-and-butter hustle\nYou've been doing it a while, it is only fair\nWhere's your relaxation?\nWhere's the time required for your health?\nBeen hating on my new perspective\nBeen hurrying along, no meal is ever done\nYou could win a rabbit, you could have a rabbit or\nIf the fast child is going to have a dead hand\nWe can get him started, yeah\nBad mind, let me put on good habits\nBeen working to put on good habits\nSometimes I can't find my good habits\nSpanish bands use all the echo\nPersian kitties better stay out of the train\nGlad you brought your food on\nEat it like it's going to get away\nYour coffee sure is getting colder\nThe seats are getting fewer\nPlace is losing space\nYou could win a rabbit, you could blow an island through the rib\nRabbit or a habit, habit or a rib?\nRabbit or a habit, habit or a rib?\nRabbit or a habit, habit or a rib?\nRabbit or a habit?You might also like8",0
2137,Augie_March___There_Is_No_Such_Place,calm,"""There Is No Such Place  There is no such place, o yes I have seen it too\nJust a little different from how you do\nA river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bed\nA sun that doesn't set but settles\nThere is no such place\nIf I lower mine to yours would you kiss me on the face?\nIf you're looking for an unmarked place\nThere is no such place -\nBlasted in appearance and a composite of fearful minutes\nFrozen in the waking instant\nLonging, things I long for\nPeaceful nights, strangers at the door\nO come in, come in\nYou've been here before\nThere is no such place, so perhaps we have a reason\nFor our long and falling face\nAbove all it would be warm but we would keep our heads all\nClear as Winter, storms would be a sight to make us shiver\nBut without the chill\nOf thinking all is hither-thither -\nLonging, Things I long for\nPeaceful nights, strangers at the door\nO come in, come through the door\nYou've been here before\nYou've been here before\nThere is no such place, o yes I have seen it too\nJust a little different from how you do\nA house upon a hill with no windows\nJust a can upon the sill\nTo catch your tears\nTo feed your garden",2
1329,Angelspit___Vena_Cava,anger,"'Vena cava  Your tongue\nBores me numb\nTerror toma\nCarcinoma\nSpeaking for you\nShallow opinion\nAcid fetish toy in the shape of\nYou look very beautiful beautiful\nDeranged, debauched, denude on that stainless steel cot\nEnter Herr surgeon\nTake up the Bowie knife and play join the dots\nVena Cava\nHeart starter\nThe doctor is in\n\nVena Cava\nHeart starter\nThe doctor is in\n\nYour fist\nJudas kiss\nWrithing carcass\nNew Lazarus\nRavenous blood\nRazor\nDevil child\nDrugged up aristocrat\nCompletely\nFucked up with formalities\nEmpty heiress tantrums\nPsycho with a gun\nFinger heresies\nClean out the poison when you cut out your tongue\n\nHeart removed neatly with a Bowie knife\nPick up the blade and join the dots\nHeart removed neatly with a Bowie knife\nPick up the blade and join the dots\nHeart removed neatly with a Bowie knife\nPick up the blade and join the dots\nHeart removed neatly with a Bowie knife\nPick up the blade and join the dots\nYou might also likeVena Cava\nHeart starter\nThe doctor is insane\n\nVena Cava\nHeart starter\nThe doctor is insane\n\nRip it Vena Cava\nOpen heart starter\nTear it out\nThe doctor is insane\n\nRip it Vena Cava\nOpen Heart starter\nTear it out\nThe doctor is insane\n\nRip it, Open, Tear it out\nThe doctor is insane\nRip it, Open, Tear it out\nThe doctor is insane\nRip it Vena Cava, Open heart starter, Tear it out\nThe doctor is insane\nRip it Vena Cava, Open heart starter, Tear it out\nThe doctor is insane\nInsaneEmbed', 'default'",3
4381,Broken_Social_Scene___Backyards,sad,"""Backyards  [Verse 1]\nBroken boys look good sitting on their shoes\nSilent waves responds expose to fear\nLibrary cards, rented faces, line up and make a trade\nHard parades with nothing skin\nThings that breathe way too thin\n\n[Chorus] [x2]\nThey lost their lives in backyards\nThey lost their lives in backyards\n[Verse 2]\nElevator, red blue stain, best of things\nHalf way between things and times, a kill\nLibrary cards, rented faces, line up and make a trade\nHighways and major club smell stale, almost eyes, a thousand things\n\n[Chorus] [x2]\n\n[Outro]\nIt's a hard parade, just be courageous[x4]\nIt's a hard parade, just\nIt's a hard parade\nIt's a hard parade, just be courageous[x6]\nBe courageous[x4]\nHard parade just, be courageous[x2]\nIt's a hard parade just, be courageous[x6]See Broken Social Scene LiveGet tickets as low as $42",1
2821,Ben_Folds_Five___Philosophy,happy,"""Philosophy  [Verse 1]\nWon't you look up at the skyline\nAt the mortar, block, and glass\nAnd check out the reflections in my eyes\nSee they always used to be there\nEven when this all was grass\nAnd I sang and danced about a high-rise\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd you were laughing at my helmet hat\nLaughing at my torch\n[Chorus]\nGo ahead you can laugh all you want\nI got my philosophy [Keeps my feet on the ground]\nAnd I trust it like the ground [Ground]\nThat's why my philosophy [My phil–]\nKeeps me walking when I'm falling down [–osophy]\n\n[Verse 2]\nI see that there is evil\nAnd I know that there is good\nAnd the in-betweens I never understood\nWould you look at me I'm crazy\nBut I get the job done\nYeah, I'm crazy but I get the job done\n\n[Chorus]\nI say, go ahead you can laugh all you want\nBut I got my philosophy [Keeps my feet on the ground]\nAnd I trust it like the ground [Ground]\nThat's why my philosophy [My phil–]\nKeeps me walking when I'm falling down [–osophy]\n\n[Bridge]\nI pushed you 'cause I loved you guys\nI didn't realize\nThat you weren't having fun\nAnd I dragged you up the stairs\nAnd I told you to fly\nYou were flapping your arms\nThen you started to cry, you were too high\nNo, too high\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nNow you take this all for granted\nYou take the mortar, block, and glass\nAnd you forget the speech that moved the stone\nBut it's really not that you can't see\nThe forest for the trees\nYou just never been out in the woods alone\n\n[Chorus]\nSo you can laugh all you want to\nBut I've got my philosophy [Keeps my feet on the ground]\nAnd I love you, you're my friend [Friend]\nBut you got no philosophy [My phil–]\nNow it's time for this song to end [–osophy]",0
5894,Covenant___Helicopter,sad,"""Helicopter  Twenty years ago I rode\nBy helicopter to the sky\nI laughed at gravitation\nFor a moment I was free\n\nThey say I never landed\nYou know they may be right\nIt looks better from above\nWith some distance in between\n\nTo leave is never easy\nPerhaps it shouldn't be\nBut return is even harder\nYes return is harder still\nI often dream of flying\nFar above the city streets\nI beat my wings and leave\nFor Cairo or New York\n\nI can go to many places\nBut there's no one there to meet\nAnd the sky is a lonely place\nJust me and the silent clouds",1
4468,Bruce_Springsteen___Downbound_Train,sad,"'Downbound Train  [Verse]\nI had a job, I had a girl\nI had something going, mister, in this world\nI got laid off down at the lumberyard\nOur love went bad, times got hard\nNow I work down at the carwash\nWhere all it ever does is rain\nDon\'t you feel like you\'re a rider\nOn a downbound train?\n\nShe just said ""Joe, I gotta go\nWe had it once, we ain\'t got it any more""\nShe packed her bags, left me behind\nShe bought a ticket on the Central Line\nNights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining\nI feel her kiss in the misty rain\nAnd I feel like I\'m a rider\nOn a downbound train\nLast night, I heard your voice\nYou were crying, crying, you were so alone\nYou said your love had never died\nYou were waiting for me at home\nPut on my jacket, I ran through the woods\nI ran till I thought my chest would explode\nThere in a clearing beyond the highway\nIn the moonlight, our wedding house shone\nI rushed through the yard\nI burst through the front door\nMy head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed\nThe room was dark, our bed was empty\nThen I heard that long whistle whine\nAnd I dropped to my knees, hung my head, and cried\nNow I swing a sledgehammer on a railroad gang\nKnocking down them cross ties, working in the rain\nNow don\'t it feel like you\'re a rider\nOn a downbound train?See Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
370,Adam_Lambert___Sure_Fire_Winners,happy,"""Sure Fire Winners  [Intro]\nWe are the sure fire winners Winners, winners winners\n\n[Verse 1]\nWe're coming up like killing machines\nOur big guns gonna shatter your scene\nIt's pandemonium on the floor\n'Cause everybody wants a little more\nThey wanna ride on the rocket ship\nRide around the moon for a velvet kiss\n'Cause all the girls and the boys wanna know\nHow far this bad wild child's going to go\n[Chorus]\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nBringing the heat and the word is out\nGiving you something to shout about\nWe are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners\nSure fire winners, sure fire winners, sure fire winners\n\n[Verse 2]\nFlick the switch and the missile will fire\nI'm a heat seeker when I'm full of desire\nWe're all drawn to the heat of the flame\n'Cause you wanna be a star in the hall of fame\nI was born with glitter on my face\nMy baby clothes made of leather and lace\nAnd all the girls in the club wannna know\nWhere did all their pretty boys go?\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nBringing the heat and the word is out\nGiving you something to shout about\nWe are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOoh yeah, take a walk on the wild with me\nGonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe\nNever gonna stop till we reach the top\nNever gonna stop till we reach the top\nYou'd better get out of the game, it's never gonna be the same\nMove over 'cause a new boy's calling your name\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nBringing the heat and the word is out\nGiving you something to shout about\nWe are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nWe are the sure fire winners\nUh-oh, yeah, big time hitters\nBringing the heat and the word is out\nGiving you something to shout about\nWe are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners\n[Outro]\nGonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe\nGonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe\nGonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe1",0
7611,Dusty_Springfield___The_Look_Of_Love,sad,"""The Look of Love  The look of love\nIs in your eyes\nA look your heart can't\nDisguise\n\nThe look of love\nIs saying so much more than\nJust words could every say\nAnd what my heart has heard\nWell it takes my breath away\n[Chorus]\nI can hardly wait to hold you\nFeel my arms around you\nHow long I have waited\nWaited just to love you\nNow that I have found you\n\nYou've got the look of love\nIt's on your face\nA look that time can't erase\nBe mine, tonight\n\nLet this be just the start of\nSo many nights like this\nLet's take a lovers vow\nAnd seal it with a kiss\n\n[Chorus]\nI can hardly wait to hold you\nFeel my arms around you\nHow long I have waited\nWaited just to love you\nNow that I have found you\n\nDon't ever go\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI can hardly wait to hold you\nFeel my arms around you\nHow long I have waited\nWaited just to love you\nNow that I have found you\nDon't ever go\nDon't ever go\nI love you sooo",1
632,Alanis_Morissette___All_I_Really_Want_LP_Version,anger,"'', 'default'",3
1888,Artful_Dodger_Featuring_Michelle_Escoffery___Think_About_Me,happy,"""Think About Me  [Verse 1: Michelle Escoffery]\nDid you think that you could turn away\nFrom the love I gave\nDid I really hear you say it's over\nBaby, you found another lady\nAfter everything I did for you\nDid you think you'd stay finally stay with someone new\nThere's only one me and you cannot replace me\nSo tell me who you run to\nWhen times are hard & you need the love to turn to\nNow you know how it feels when young hearts break\nBre-e-ak 10x\n[Hook: Michelle Escoffery]\nThink about me, when you're lonely\nDo you ever think about me?\nThink about me, me only\nDo you ever think about me?\nWhen you're feeling low, do you wanna call\nWhen you're on your own, doesn't hurt at all\nDo you ever think about me?\nDo you think about me?\n\n[Verse 2: Michelle Escoffery]\nHeard that she found another guy\nHeard he made you cry & you can't believe\nHow much it hurt you\nYou thought you'd be true, are you?\nNow I hear that you want me back\nBut you ain't really sure 'bout me down with that\nCos when you left me, it didn't matter\nThat you left me lonely\nTell me, how does it feel to be the one who's hurting?\nNow you know how it feels when young hearts break\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Break: Michelle Escoffery]\nWhen you're feeling low, do you wanna call me?\nWhen you're on your own, are you feeling lonely? 2x\nYou might also like[Hook]",0
9092,Fiona_Apple___To_Your_Love,anger,"""TranslationsFrançaisTo Your Love  [Verse 1]\nHere's another speech you wish I'd swallow\nAnother cue for you to fold your ears\nAnother train of thought too hard to follow\nChuggin' along to a song that belongs to the shifting of gears\n\n[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe pain is evident in my existence\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe shame is manifest in my resistance\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love\n[Verse 2]\nI would've warned you, but really, what's the point?\nCaution could but rarely ever helps\nDon't be down, my demeanor tends to disappoint\nIt's hard enough even trying to be civil to myself\n\n[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe pain is evident in my existence\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe shame is manifest in my resistance\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love\n\n[Bridge]\nMy derring-do allows me to\nDance the rigadoon around you\nBut by the time I'm close to you\nI lose my desideratum and now you\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo now you have it, so tell me baby, what's the word?\nAm I your gal or should I get out of town?\nI just need to be reassured\nDo you just deal it out or can you deal with all that I lay down?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe pain is evident in my existence\nPlease forgive me for my distance\nThe shame is manifest in my resistance\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love\n\n[Outro]\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love\nTo your love3",3
7693,Echoing_Green__The___Bittersweet,calm,"""Bittersweet  Remember days of color bright\nRemember how we saw\nWhen summer set us free from\nThe fading time of all the while\n\nAnd no one knows\nThey all pretend\nBitter…\nSo bitter\nAnd no one sees\nThe tears in your eyes\nBitter…\nSo bittersweet\nThe sun was warmer\nHeld us in its arms\nThat's when we saw beauty of\nThe pain that falls inside",2
6598,David_Coverdale___Too_Many_Tears,sad,"""Too Many Tears  I used to be the man for you\nDid everything you wanted me to\nSo tell me, baby, what did I do wrong\n\nI told you what you wanted to know\nPrecious secrets never spoken before\nAll I'm asking, where did I go wrong\n\nSome things are better left unsaid\nBut all I do is cry instead\nNow I've cried me a river\nThinking how it used to be\nAnd there've been too many tears falling\nAnd there've been too many hearts breaking in two\nRemember what we had together\nBelieving it would last forever\nSo tell me, baby, where did I go wrong\n\nEverything I had was yours\nMore than I have ever given before\nSo, won't you tell me did I hurt you so bad\n\nI guess I'm fooling myself\n'Cause I want you and no one else\nAnd I can't understand\nWhy you're doing these things to me\n\nAnd there've been too many tears falling\nAnd there've been too many hearts breaking in two\nRemember what we had together\nBelieving it would last forever\nSo tell me, baby, where did I go wrong\n\nNow my heart is breaking\nMy whole world is shaking\n'Cause I can't understand\nWhy you're doing these things to me\nYou might also likeAnd there've been too many tears falling\nAnd there've been too many hearts breaking in two\nRemember what we had together\nBelieving it would last forever\nSo tell me, baby, where did I go wrong\n\nWhere did I go wrong\nWhere did I go wrong\nWhere did I go wrong",1
3575,Blondie___Good_Boys,sad,"""Good Boys  [Verse 1]\nSatellites are falling down tonight\nI see you far away\nI'm floating into this inescapable bliss\n\nChanging light, I know the symptoms of\nI got myself to blame\nI'm needing you, I just don't care anymore\n\n[Chorus]\nGood boys never win\nGood boys always follow\nGood boys never win\nThey all fall away and you remain\n[Verse 2]\nFear of flight\nI'm so afraid of heights\nWhy are you asking why\nI'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground\n\n[Chorus]\nGood boys never win\nGood boys always follow\nGood boys never win\nThey all fall away and you remain\n\n[Verse 3]\nEyes wide in the middle of the night\nGot more money than a body got right\nRiding on the L until the sun comes up again\n\nYou got me on your face\nA big disgrace\nShaking your feathers all over the place\nYou woke face down on St. Marks Avenue\n\n[Outro]\nWhat a pity for youSee Blondie LiveGet tickets as low as $96You might also like1",1
8037,Elliott_Smith___All_Cleaned_Out,sad,"""All Cleaned Out  Here come your pride and joy\nThe comic little drunk you call your boy\nMaking everybody smile\nWho takes your pretty plan\nAnd then becomes a disappearing man\nAfter a little while\n\nI saw you with your makeup running down\nNow what's that all about?\nYou say you don't want anyone around\nCause you're all cleaned out\nYou toss the empty beer\nNot really as composed as you appear\nAn icicle inside\nWearing clothes that clash\nWondering is this treasure, is this trash\nStill trying to decide\nAnd about 5 o'clock here comes your clown\nWith the front he's throwing down\n\nBut all you say is you don't want anyone around\nNo, not right now\nThere ain't nothing to drink\nYou don't want to think about it\n\nI'm sorry you seem so stung\nAnd I'm sorry you think you have to hold your tongue\nWhen you're so pretty and smart\nI'm seeing you caving in\nBecoming afraid of all these men\nThat you've given your heart\n\nI saw you with your makeup running down\nNow what's that all about?\nYou say you don't want anyone around\nCause you're all cleaned out\nAll cleaned out\nAll cleaned out",1
3430,Blackmores_Night___Streets_of_London,sad,"""Streets of London  Have you seen the old man\nIn the closed-down market\nKicking up the paper\nWith his worn out shoes?\nIn his eyes you see no pride\nAnd held loosely at his side\nYesterday's paper telling yesterday's news\n\nHave you seen the old girl\nWho walks the streets of London\nDirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?\nShe's no time for talking\nNo, she just keeps right on walking\nCarrying her home in two carrier bags\nIn the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven\nSame old man is sitting there on his own\nLooking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup\nEach tea lasts an hour\nThen he wanders home alone\n\nSo how can you tell me you're lonely\nAnd say for you that the sun don't shine?\nLet me take you by the hand\nAnd walk you through the streets of London\nI'll show you something that make you change your mind\n\nHave you seen the old man outside the Seaman's Mission?\nHis memory fading with the medals that he wears\nIn our winter city the rain cries a little pity\nFor one more forgotten hero\nAnd a world that doesn't care\n\nSo how can you tell me you're lonely\nAnd say for you that the sun don't shine?\nLet me take you by the hand\nAnd walk you through the streets of London\nI'll show you something that make you change your mind\n\nLet me take you by the hand\nAnd walk you through the streets of London\nI'll show you something that make you change your mind",1
7810,Eels___Novocaine_For_The_Soul,happy,"""Novocaine for the Soul  [Verse 1]\nLife is hard\nAnd so am I\nYou'd better give me something\nSo I don't die\n\n[Chorus 1]\nNovocaine for the soul\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter out\n[Verse 2]\nLife is white\nAnd I am black\nJesus and his lawyer\nAre coming back\n\n[Chorus 2]\nOh my darling\nWill you be here\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter out\n\n[Bridge]\nGuess who's living here with the great undead?\nThis paint by numbers life is fucking with my head, once again\n\n[Verse 3]\nLife is good\nAnd I feel great\nCause mother says I was\nA great mistake\n\n[Chorus 3]\nNovocaine for the soul\nYou'd better give me something to fill the hole\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter out\nBefore I sputter outYou might also like4",0
6037,Crowded_House___As_Sure_As_I_Am,happy,"""As Sure as I Am  [Verse 1]\nMake your decision now\nRely on no help from above\nLiving is luxury\nI want everything you throw out\nI'll do anything you want to\nPlease let me go with you\nI'll wear the smile on your face\nBig, black and beautiful\nI want it, everything you throw out\nThere must be something you can do without\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I am as sure as I am\nI couldn't care less\nFor what might go wrong\nI'm as happy as sin\nIn a fear-shaken world\n\n[Verse 2]\nI pity the rhino\nDown there it's becoming extinct\nKilled for a love potion\nSad thing lookin' like a dead flower\nI want it, everything that you throw out\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause I am as sure as I am\nI couldn't care less\nFor what might go wrong\nI'm as happy as sin\nIn a fear-shaken world\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, don't want to be there\nDon't want to be spared\nI'll wear the smile on your face\nSee Crowded House LiveGet tickets as low as $30You might also like[Chorus]\nI am as sure as I am\nI couldn't care less\nFor what might go wrong\nI'm as happy as sin\nIn a fear-shaken world, world\nI couldn't care less",0
2293,BJ_THOMAS___Raindrops_Keep_Fallin_On_My_Head,happy,"""Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head  [Verse 1]\nRaindrops are fallin' on my head\nAnd just like the guy whose feet\nAre too big for his bed\nNothin' seems to fit\nThose raindrops are fallin' on my head\nThey keep fallin'\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo I just did me some talkin' to the sun\nAnd I said I didn't like\nThe way he got things done\nSleepin' on the job\nThose raindrops are fallin' on my head\nThey keep fallin'\n[Bridge]\nBut there's one thing I know\nThe blues they send to meet me\nWon't defeat me\nIt won't be long 'til happiness\nSteps up to greet me\n\n[Verse 3]\nRaindrops keep fallin' on my head\nBut that doesn't mean my eyes\nWill soon be turnin' red\nCrying's not for me\n'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain\nBy complainin'\nBecause I'm free\nNothing's worryin' me\n\n[Trumpet Solo/Verse 4]\nIt won't be long 'til happiness\nSteps up to greet me\n\n[Verse 5]\nRaindrops keep fallin' on my head\nBut that doesn't mean my eyes\nWill soon be turnin' red\nCryin's not for me\n'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain\nBy complainin'\nBecause I'm free\nNothing's worryin' meYou might also like15",0
5791,Conjure_One___Endless_Dream,happy,"""Endless Dream  It's all coming back to me now\nThat strange and almost endless dream\nWhere I was you and you were me\nYou opened up your eyes and I could see\nThat you were falling from the world\nAs aimless as a shooting star in orbit around me\nThinking I was somebody else\nAnd terrified to look at me and see yourself, well...\n\nYou are like a dream\nAnd I am just a trip that you are on\nWhen the trip is over you will go back\nTo the places that you once beloved\nYou will look for comfort there\nAnd when you do you'll find that it has gone\nThat is when you'll dream a dream\nWhere I am you and you are me\nAnd then you'll know my love\nSo don't be afraid\nYour heart is in me\nAnd it's racing so fast now\n'Cause everything we ever were or ever will be\nIs shapeless as a changing cloud\nYour letter written on the sky\nI'm needing now to read it through my eyes\nWhen you see just what I see\nThen tenderly watch it change\nAnd just let it be\n\n'Cause I am like a dream\nAnd you are just a trip that I am on\nWhen the trip is over I will go back\nTo the places that I once beloved\nAnd I will look for comfort there\nAnd when I do I know it will be gone\nThat is when I'll dream a dream\nWhere I am you and you are me\nAnd then I'll know your love\n\n...so quiet now...\n\nThis is just some trip that we are on\nWhen the trip is over we will think of this\nAs someplace that we once beloved\nWhen I find no comfort here\nI'll look again to find it in your arms\nThat is where I'll dream a dream\nWhere I am you and you are me\nAnd that's where I know love",0
6049,Crystal_Castles___Tell_me_What_to_Swallow,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolTell Me What to Swallow  [Verse 1: Alice Glass]\nThrough the wall, he threw me\nI know he'd never hurt me\nDaddy watch me sleeping\nI've been praying for you, silently\n\n[Verse 2: Alice Glass]\nDaddy's love makes me whole\nWithout him, I'm insecure\nThe only girl he'd ever love\nIs one that smells so pureYou might also like3",1
1340,Anggun___A_Prayer,happy,"""A Prayer  [Verse 1]\nThank you for blessing the road I walk on\nThat I'm walking on\nI'm sorry for every mistake I fall on\nCan't help but fall\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou've changed this heart in me\nAnd I know, I can always count on you\nTo give me the signs\n[Chorus]\nIn the wind on my face\nEach time I try to run\nFrom the sight of your grace\nFrom the wrongs I have done\nYou shine down your light\nEach time I need a guide\nI say to hearts in despair\nThere's an answer to a prayer\n\n[Verse 2]\nGive me true love in my life, a peaceful mind\nSave me from harm\nPull me back if I ever try to walk away\nDon't let me stray\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou've changed this heart in me\nAnd I know I can always count on you\nTo give me the signs\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the wind on my face\nEach time I try to run\nFrom the sight of your grace\nFrom the wrongs I have done\nYou shine down your light\nEach time I need a guide\nI say to hearts in despair\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nSay to all hearts in despair\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nYou've changed this heart in me\nAnd I know I can always count on you\nTo hear my prayers\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\n\n[Chorus]\nYou shine down your light\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nAnd I know there's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer\nThere's an answer to a prayer",0
2500,Basshunter___All_I_Ever_Wanted,happy,"""All I Ever Wanted  [Intro]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\n\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\n[Bassline]\nDrop... the... bass!\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm so alone here on my own\nAnd I'm waiting for you to come\nI want to be a part of you\nThink of all the things we could do\nAnd every day you're in my head\nI want to have you in my bed\nYou are the one, you're in my eyes\nAll I ever wanted in my life\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\n\nAre you ready?!\nYou might also like[Chorus 2]\nAll I ever wanted was to see you smiling\nAll I ever wanted was to make you mine\nI know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see\nThat all I ever wanted was you and me\nAll I ever wanted5",0
6489,Darren_Hayes___I_Miss_You,calm,"""I Miss You  [Verse 1]\nGive me a reason\nWhy I'm feeling so blue\nEvery time I close my eyes\nAll I see is you\nGive me a reason\nWhy I can't feel my heart\nEverytime you leave my side\nI just fall apart\nAnd when you're fast asleep\nI wonder where you go\nCan you tell me I wanna know\n[Chorus]\nBecause I miss you\nAnd this is all I wanna say\nI guess I miss you beautiful\nThese three words have said it all\nYou know I miss you\nI think about you when you're gone\nI guess I miss you\nNothing's wrong\nI don't mean to carry on\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut give me a reason\nWhy I can't concentrate\nThe world is turning upside down\nSpinning round and round\nNow give me a reason\nWhy I now understand the beauty and simplicity in everything surrounding me\nYou got a way of spreading magic everywhere\nAnywhere I go I know you're always there\nIt sounds ridiculous but when you leave a room\nThere's a part of me that just wants to follow you too\n\n[Chorus]\nBecause I miss you\nAnd this is all I wanna say\nI guess I miss you beautiful\nThese three words have said it all\nYou know I miss you\nI think about you when you're gone\nI guess I miss you\nNothing's wrong\nI don't mean to carry on\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nIt's such a hard life and most of the time\nI'm just surviving\nThat's why I want you to know\nIn a world where sincerity has lost its meaning\nYou fill my world with so much hope\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I miss you\nThis is all I wanna say\nI guess I miss you beautiful\nThese three words have said it all\nYou know I miss you\nI think about you when you're gone\nI guess I miss you\nNothing's wrong\nI don't mean to carry on\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know I miss you\nAnd this is all I wanna say\nI guess I miss you beautiful\nThese three words have said it all\nYou know I miss you\nThis is all I wanna do\n[Bridge]\nI know it doesn't sound too cool\nBut Maybe I'm in love with you\nYou know I miss you\nThis is all I wanna say\nI guess I miss you\nNothing's wrong\nI don't mean to carry on\nI just miss you\n\n[Outro]\nYeah, it's true I miss you baby\nAnd when you're walking out the door\nI know I miss you\nYou make me wanna ask for more\nI just miss you",2
417,Aerosmith___Mia,calm,"""Mia  [Intro]\nHoney now, na, na, na, na, na\n\n[Verse 1]\nHush a bye my baby, soft and new\nOoh, loveliness, gypsy dance in the rain\nHush a bye, my baby, what you do\nOoh, the baby cry\nThe wind she's calling your name\n\n[Chorus]\nMia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\n[Verse 2]\nWhere you came from you ain't alone\nLive and loved from the old jaw bone\nOh, don't you cry you're home sweet home\nRock a bye, sweet lady, gypsy blue\nOoh, the nightingale singing her song in the rain\nHush a bye sweet lady, soft and new\nOoh, don't you cry, the wind she's a-screaming your name\n\n[Chorus]\nMia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\nOoh Mia ooh\n\n[Verse 3]\nCome too soon that sunny day\nYou give your heart away\nNo divorcee, or reprise, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nMia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\nOoh Mia ooh Mia\nMia",2
4429,Bruce_Springsteen___The_River,sad,"""The River  [Verse 1]\nI come from down in the valley\nWhere, mister, when you're young\nThey bring you up to do\nLike your daddy done\nMe and Mary we met in high school\nWhen she was just seventeen\nWe'd drive out of this valley\nDown to where the fields were green\n\n[Chorus 1]\nWe'd go down to the river\nAnd into the river we'd dive\nOh, down to the river we'd ride\n[Verse 2]\nThen I got Mary pregnant\nAnd, man, that was all she wrote\nAnd for my nineteenth birthday\nI got a union card and a wedding coat\nWe went down to the courthouse\nAnd the judge put it all to rest\nNo wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle\nNo flowers, no wedding dress\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThat night we went down to the river\nAnd into the river we'd dive\nOh, down to the river we did ride\nAh-yah\n\n[Verse 3]\nI got a job working construction\nFor the Johnstown Company\nBut lately there ain't been much work\nOn account of the economy\nNow all them things that seemed so important\nWell, mister, they vanished right into the air\nNow I just act like I don't remember\nAnd Mary acts like she don't care\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like[Bridge]\nBut I remember us riding in my brother's car\nHer body tan and wet down at the reservoir\nAt night, on them banks, I'd lie awake\nAnd pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take\nNow those memories come back to haunt me\nThey haunt me like a curse\nIs a dream a lie if it don't come true?\nOr is it something worse?\n\n[Chorus 3]\nThat sends me down to the river\nThough I know the river is dry\nThat sends me down to the river tonight\nAh-yah-yah\nDown to the river\nMy baby and I\nOh, down to the river we ride\nAh-yah-ay\n\n[Outro]\nOoh, ooh\nOoh, ooh\nOoh\nOoh, ooh\nOoh3",1
7839,Eftos___Kill_your_parents,happy,"'Kill Your Parents  Active Nihilism - Kill your parents\nMake them pay - Hate and destroy\nSilencing the void - Pleasure revenge\nWipe them out, Bastards get what they deserve!\nNihilist supreme - Erasing\n\nIt is no killing - Useless corpse\nOut of the Nothing - No feedback from anyone\nChange impossible - Ever the Never\nVoid completed - You are dead\nActive Nihilism - Kill your parents\nMake them pay - Hate and destroy\nSilencing the void - Joyful revenge\nWipe them out - Give what they deserve\nNihilist supreme - Assassination\n\nAnd you dare speak to me? You, my murderer!\nI will answer properly. I will show you my response\nIt is my deepest right. What you did to me\nAll this phantom pain - I will end yours now!\n\nAbsolute Nihilism - Erase your parents\nTorture and kill - Hate and destroy\nSilencing the void - Joyful revenge\nWipe them out - Give what they deserve\nPerfect Nihilism - Assassination\n\nYou never spoke to me - Never heared a single word\nBarking at the Nothing - Your featureless domain\nYou have never been - Never watched the dead\nYour phantom blood - Enjoys my blind eyeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5535,Clannad___In_Search_Of_A_Heart,sad,"""In Search of a Heart  This heart of mine won't keep\nOr believe in the secret, like the moss on a stone\nThis heart of mine won't beat\nIt just carries itself away\nThese parting times won't break me\nDeserted times stop running\n-backwards-\nAr do chul\n\nThis form of love won't share\nOr give in to a feeling with nothing to gain\nNo compromise in time\nYou're so near and yet so far\nThese parting times won't break me\nDeserted times stop running\n-backwards-\nAr do chul\nAnd when i turn in silence found\nWhat i say won't let you down\nAnd when your call, outside my door\nEnds the searching...",1
5681,Coldplay___White_Shadows,sad,"""White Shadows  [Verse 1]\nWhen I was a young boy I tried to listen\nAnd I wanna feel like that\nLittle white shadows, blink and miss them\nPart of a system, I am\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you ever feel like something's missing\nThings you'll never understand\nLittle white shadows sparkle and glisten\nPart of a system, a plan\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll this noise, I'm waking up\nAll this space I'm taking up\nAll this sound is breaking up\nOhhhhhhhh\n\n[Chorus]\nMaybe you'll get what you wanted\nMaybe you'll stumble upon it\nEverything you ever wanted\nIn a permanent state\nMaybe you'll know when you see it\nMaybe if you say it, you'll mean it\nAnd when you find it you'll keep it\nIn a permanent state, a permanent state\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I was a young boy I tried to listen\nDon't you wanna feel like that?\nYou're part of the human race, all of the stars and the outer space\nPart of the system, a plan\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll this noise, I'm waking up\nAll this space I'm taking up\nI cannot hear, you're breaking up\nWhooaaaaaaa\nSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like[Chorus]\nMaybe you'll get what you wanted\nMaybe you'll stumble upon it\nEverything you ever wanted\nIn a permanent state\nMaybe you'll know when you see it\nMaybe if you say it, you'll mean it\nAnd when you find it you'll keep it\nIn a permanent state, a permanent state\n\n[Outro]\nSwimming on a sea of faces, tide of the human races\nOh, an answer now is what I need…\nSee it in a new sun rising, see it break on your horizon\nOh, come on love, stay with me…7",1
887,All_About_Eve___What_Kind_Of_Fool,sad,"""What Kind of Fool  Can't see the wood for all of the trees\nCan't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers\nVoice in your head... you like what it said\nSo what can you do but listen to it?\n\nWhat kind of fool\nLays all that's precious to waste?\nWhat kind of fool\nLeaves all their treasure to rust in the rain?\nThey'll need it again when the sky clears\nWhat kind of fool\nWon't discover the jewel\n'Til the dust clears ?\nFools like us...\nFools who want more than they've treasured before\nWanting the dawn of the brightest morning\nReach for the stars 'cause they're sweeter by far\nThan the moon 'though she's brighter\nAnd closer to you...\n\nWhat kind of fool\nLays all that's precious to waste?\nWhat kind of fool\nLeaves all their treasure to rust in the rain?\nThey'll need it again when the sky clears\nWhat kind of fool\nWon't discover the jewel\n'Til the dust clears ?\nFools like us...\n\nCan't see the wood for all of the trees\nCan't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers\nReach for the stars 'cause they're sweeter by far\nThan the moon 'though she's brighter\nAnd closer to you...\n\nWhat kind of fool\nLays all that's precious to waste?\nWhat kind of fool\nLeaves all their treasure to rust in the rain?\nThey'll need it again when the sky clears\nWhat kind of fool\nWon't discover the jewel\n'Til the dust clears ?\nFools like us\nLike us, like us, like us...",1
3536,Bloc_Party___I_Still_Remember,sad,"'I Still Remember  [Verse 1]\nI, I still remember\nHow you looked that afternoon, there was only you\nYou said ""It\'s just like a full moon""\nBlood beats faster in our veins\nWe left our trousers by the canal\nAnd our fingers, they almost touched\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou should have asked me for it\nI would have been brave\nYou should have asked me for it\nHow could I say no?\n[Chorus]\nAnd our love could have soared\nOver playgrounds and rooftops\nEvery park bench screams your name, I kept your tie\nI\'d have gone wherever you wanted\nI still remember, I still remember\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd on that teachers\' training day\nWe wrote our names on every train\nLaughed at the people off to work\nSo monochrome and so lukewarm\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I can see our days are becoming night\nI could feel your heartbeat across the grass\nWe should have run, I would go with you anywhere\nI should have kissed you by the water\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou should have asked me for it\nI would have been brave\nYou should have asked me for it\nHow could I say no?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd our love could have soared\nOver playgrounds and rooftops\nEvery park bench screams your name, I kept your tie\nI\'d have let you if you asked me\nI still remember, I still remember\nI still remember, I still rememberYou might also like5Embed', 'default'",1
6095,Current_93___A_Sadness_Song,sad,"""A Sadness Song  When we touch the world\nAnd it falls away\nWhen we feel that we're born\nJust to fall apart\nAnd our mother lies in state\nAnd the broken pitcher glistens\nAnd the snow is at the window\nCreating neither sign nor symbol\nAnd the earth covers earth\nAnd the mud lies in pools\nWhere the sanddunes stretch unbroken\nAnd the dry wind bends and sighs\nAnd the geese are running harmless\nAnd our desires are running wild\nThen we're looking at the smoke\nThat's rising from the incense\nNeither coming here nor going\nNeither heaven here nor hell\nNeither borning here nor birthing\nNeither dying here nor death\n\nAnd we're wrapped inside our troubles\nAnd we're wrapped inside our pain\nAnd wracked with fires with longing\nAnd our eyes are blind with night\nWith our fingers clutching coins\nAnd our thoughts burning with I\nAnd our eyes cannot be sated\nWith the world and its nightmares\nWith the world and its dreams\nThough later they'll be filled\nWith a small handful of dust\nAnd the Gods appear on the altars\nAnd we recognise their face\nIt's a face that we have carved there\nAnd it's full of fear and longing\nAnd promises and threats\nBut they neither stoop to conquer\nNot do they stoop to praise\nAnd the mines are void of diamonds\nThat we carry in our rags\nYou might also likeThen all the world seems\nA sadness song\nAnd all the world seems\nA sadness song2",1
2014,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Atari_Teenage_Riot_II,anger,"""Atari Teenage Riot II  My warriors\nYou have done well\nPrayed hard\nI'm proud of you\nSo I promise you\nWe will be strong enough\nWhen that time comes we will expand\nWe will...\n\nCome on\nYou got to get on me\nThey can't stop it!\nWe won't drop it\nYou got to get on me\nAre you with me?\nI wanna know right fucking now\nTo erase us, they got to put a whole nation on death row\nStep back or we attack\nDon't flee the chance to act\nI'm going to fight for it until I die\nYou find out in the end\nMe and you, for a new renegade\nKilling them with soundwaves\nWe can do anything\n\nDon't tell me that I was raised for Armageddon\nFight back\nA.T.R. is calling for the final attack\nWhat did you say?\nWhat did you say?\nWhat did you say?\nAtari teenage riot\n\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nIncite the riot\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nCome on\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nAtari teenage riot\nYou might also likeDrop it\nMash up the sound\n\nCome on\nJump up - an embargo [?]\nCome on\nMy eyes are opened\nThe wounds won't heal any future thoughts\nWe gotta thrash down the state\nBlack out, not far\nLike a genetic infection\nA fraction of my mind erased for the final goal\nYou don't need to say it again, man\n\nThe second step - the riots\nUneffected brain mine alliances\nThe frequency terror network\nWe're setting it up - Like a science\nAnarchist data protection\nThe Atari's go for action\nLet me raise a real question:\nGlobalisation versus nationalist?\nInternational versus capitalist?\n\nLet's go\nWhat's the society worth for?\nWe got to, we got to\nWhat is it worth for?\nWhat is it worth for?\nWhat is it worth for?\nGot to, got to...\nCome on tell me\nAnd then you turn your back on me\nThis is just too much for you?\nGeneration genocide, this just leaves you cool\nLike a fool waiting in a prison cell, waiting to give in\nBut that doesn't make me wanna stop\nNo way!\n\nWhat do you want?\nWhat do you want?\nAtari teenage riot!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nCome On\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nCome On\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nIncite the riot\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nIncite the riot\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nIncite the riot\nGo! Go! Go! Go!\nAtari teenage riot\n\nYeah, in times like this I gotta tell myself:\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\nMove on, move on\n\nIf we don't turn it on\nNobody else will\nMove on and start the riot! Fuck you!",3
2583,Bear_In_Heaven___Wholehearted_Mess,sad,"'Wholehearted Mess  Let’s walk down the highway\nThe exit isn’t too far\nNo don’t be upset\n\nWhen we make it down to that tree\nWe’ll lay back in the shady green grass, green grass\nWe’ll listen to the hum\nWe’ll think of all the fun we will have when I’m a thrillionaire\n\nCome on please\nI know, I’ve lied before\nBut this time I mean it\nThis time I need it\nWhen will someone\nHelp me\n\nDig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out dig out\n\nPay dirt\n\nDon’t turn the knife into my heart\nFilled with luke warm red blood that runs so cold\n\nGo on and change your entire life\nWithout my curse you won’t melt or die\n\nSomeone’s is burning up my effigy\nSmoke detectors won’t stop ringing\n\nGo on and change your entire life\nWithout my curse you won’t live a lie\n\nYou are the product of a wayward night\nI’ll just vanish from your wayward sight\n\nGo on an change your entire life\nWithout my curse you won’t live a lie\nAnd don’t forget to forget my name\nThis is the last song your Mom will sing\nYou might also likeJust forget me, you don’t know me, just forget me, you don’t know me, just forget me, you don’t know me, just forget me\n\nThis wholehearted messEmbed', 'default'",1
4466,Bruce_Springsteen___Rosalita_Come_Out_Tonight,happy,"""Rosalita Come Out Tonight  [Verse 1]\nSpread out now, Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins\nYou know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game\nYou pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun\nAnd together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run\nYou don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son\nThe only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue\nAh, Rosie, you're the one\n\n[Verse 2]\nDynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats\nLittle Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, tryin' out his attitude on all the cats\nPapa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus\nMama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us\nShe'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs, cause you know we ain't gonna come\nAh, I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun\nAnd Rosie, you're the one\n[Chorus]\nRosalita, jump a little lighter\nSeñorita, come sit by my fire\nI just want to be your lover, ain't no liar\nRosalita, you're my stone desire\n\n[Verse 3]\nJack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there\nAh, Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they'll be comin' up for air\nWe're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool\nStay out all night, it's gonna feel all right\nSo Rosie, come out tonight, oh, baby, come out tonight\nWindows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor\nOh, closets are for hangers, winners use the door\nSo use it Rosie, that's what it's there for\n\n[Chorus]\nRosalita, jump a little lighter\nSeñorita, come sit by my fire\nI just want to be your lover, ain't no liar\nRosalita, you're my stone desire\nAll right\n\n[Bridge]\nNow, I know your mama, she don't like me cause I play in a rock and roll band\nAnd I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand\nYour papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room\nI'm coming to lend a hand\nI'm coming to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man\nSomeday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny\nBut now you're sad, your mama's mad\nAnd your papa says he knows that I don't have any money\nWhoa, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money\nWhoa, so your daddy says he knows I don't have Papa says he knows that I don't have any money\nWell, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance\nBecause the record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like[Verse 4]\nAnd my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy\nAnd my machine, she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey\nWell, hold on tight, stay up all night, cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong\nBy the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms\nI know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way\nThere's a little café where they play guitars all night and all day\nYou can hear 'em in the back room strummin'\nSo hold tight, baby, cause don't you know daddy's comin'\nOh, everybody, so!\n\n[Chorus]\nRosalita, jump a little lighter\nSeñorita, come sit by my fire\nI just want to be your lover, ain't no liar\nRosalita, you're my stone desire\nOh, yeah1",0
5491,City_And_Colour___Body_in_a_Box,sad,"'Body In A Box  [Verse 1]\nThere\'s a funeral procession on the highway\nTraffic screeches to a halt\nThere\'s people searching for a better way\nTo live their lives, oh oh\n""Johnny lived a good life"" you\'ll hear them say\nAs tears of sadness soak the ground\nThe reaper crept in took his breath away\nIn the middle of the night, oh oh\n\n[Chorus]\nWe celebrate the lives of the dead\nIt\'s like a man\'s best party only happens when he dies\nWe gather round to pay our respects\nWhile their souls are still searching for the light\nSearching for the light\n[Verse 2]\nSo please don\'t come to me on my dying day\nJust let me go in peace\nWith all the things that I forgot to say\nRacing through my mind, oh oh\nAnd don\'t you bury me six-feet underground\nJust burn my body in a box\nAnd let my ashes blow with the wind\nOut into the night sky\n\n[Chorus]See City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
1568,AntiFlag___Emigre,happy,"""Emigre  First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out\nThen they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out\nNext they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out\nAnd then they came for me\n\nThis is autonomy\nMy American Dream\nStepped over on the street\nStars and stripes blinding me\nTheir contagious air we breathe\nMy American Dream\nClassism, the black plague\nWill mark your grave\nThis is the second time\nWe will not fall in line\n\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\n\nA hooded prisoner on the bay\nThese truths let freedom ring\nA child Darfur refugee\nHome of the free and brave\nThe ghosts of war who will not sleep\nThese truths let freedom ring\nThe poor who drown in bigotry\nWill mark your grave\n\nThis is the second time\nYeah, it's the second time\nWe will not fall in line\n\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\nYou might also likeFight forever more\nThe movement of the people\nFight forever more\nThe voice of the emigre\nFight forever more\nThe movement of the people\nFight forever more\nNo concession, no compromise\nFight forever\n\nFirst they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out\nThen they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out\nThen they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out\nAnd then they came for me\n\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\nNo, you can't stop this exodus\nNo, you won't stop this exodus\nThis is the second time; we will not fall in line1",0
9482,Franz_Ferdinand___The_Fallen,happy,"'The Fallen  [Verse 1]\nSo they say you\'re troubled, boy\nJust because you like to destroy\nAll the things that bring the idiots joy\nWell, what\'s wrong with a little destruction?\nAnd the Kunst won\'t talk to you\n\'Cause you kissed St Rollox adieu\n\'Cause you robbed a supermarket or two\nWell, who gives a damn about the prophets of Tesco?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDid I see you in a limousine?\nFling out the fish and the unleavened?\nTurn the rich into wine as you walk on the mean\n[Chorus]\nWell, the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nYeah, we\'re all\n\n[Verse 2]\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nUp now and get \'em, boy\nDrink to the devil and death at the doctors\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDid I see you in a limousine?\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened?\nWell, five-thousand users fed today\nOh, as you feed us, won\'t you lead us\nTo be blessed?\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo we stole and drank champagne\nOn the seventh seal, you said you never feel pain\n""I never feel pain, won\'t you hit me again?""\n""I need a bit of black and blue to be a rotation""\nIn my blood, I felt bubbles burst\nThere was a flash of fist, an eyebrow burst\nYou\'ve a lazy laugh and a red white shirt\nI fall to the floor, fainting at the sight of blood\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nDid I see you in a limousine?\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened?\nYou turn the rich into wine, walk on the mean\nBe they Magdalene or virgin, you\'ve already been\nYou\'ve already been, and we\'ve already seen\n\n[Chorus]\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, never judge us\nTo be blessed\n\n[Bridge]\nLa, la-la-la\nLa, la-la-la\nLa-la, la-la\nLa-la-la-la, la-la-la-la\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo I\'m sorry if I ever resisted\nI never had a doubt you ever existed\nI only have a problem when people insist on\nTaking their hate, placing it on your name\nSome say you\'re troubled, boy\nJust because you like to destroy\nYou are the word, the word is \'destroy\'\nI break this bottle, think of you fondly\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDid I see you in a limousine?\nFlinging out the fish and the unleavened?\nTo the whore in a hostel and the scum of a scheme\nTurn the rich into wine, walk on the mean\nIt\'s not a jag in the arm, it\'s a nail in the beam\nOn the barren Earth, you scatter your seed\nBe they Magdalene or virgin, you\'ve already been\nYou\'ve already been, you\'ve already seen\nThat the one who, one who, one who, one who\nOne who, one who, one who, one who\nYeah, you\'ve already been, you\'ve already seen\n\n[Chorus]\nThat the fallen are the virtuous among us\nWalk among us, oh, if you judge us\nWe\'re all damned3Embed', 'default'",0
9661,Funker_Vogt___Thanks_For_Nothing,anger,"""Thanks for Nothing  You are not born yet\nBut already so alone\nThat you can do nothing but scream\nNothing but pressure and no more help\nLove isn't subsisting\nHate is dominating\n\nThere is no tenderness\nThere is just pain\nThere aren't any words\nThere is just a cry\nBut you had your aim\nDid it all for your aim\nBeat all the pain\nDidn't lose your soul\nNow you live your life\nPride is your dignity\nAnd proudly you can say\nThanks for nothing!\n\nYou didn't get any support\nYou didn't get any help\nThey dropped you on the floor\nThey kicked you with their feetYou might also like2",3
6334,Dance_Gavin_Dance___People_You_Know,anger,"'People You Know  Part 1: People You Know\n\n[Verse 1: Jon Mess]\nSomeone please!\nPlease write a script that\'s made for me\nThat appeals to people listening to this CD\nI got a wish, I got a wish\nThat all of this was something special\nI need a drink, I need a pill\nNo wait, I was over two years sober\nBut this guy, he said that I was on drugs\nI should give some money to that bitch\nOr I could just get a real fucking job\n[Verse 2: Jon Mess]\nI am a prick, look at me go\nI can get lucky playing some shows, I\'m a bitch\nI\'ma go get some new expensive shit\nOh man I hurt\nEmotions they suck\nBut I\'ll just tell people, ""I don\'t give a fuck about that shit""\n\n[Break 1: Jon Mess]\nAin\'t nobody fucking with me, man\nAin\'t nobody fucking with me\n\n[Verse 3: Jon Mess]\nRancid is the sound of my voice\nCroaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces\nSinging along with their dying concern\nRancid is the sound of my voice\nCroaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces\nSinging along with their dying concern to my bullshit\n\n[Chorus: Jon Mess]\nWhere did our honor go?\nI think I know\nWe\'ve all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties\nWhere did my money go?\nI spent it on blow\nYou know that I fucked all my homies\' ho\'s\nWhere did our morals go?\nI left them in Cabo\nMy parents can pay for the abortion, you know\nWho has a plan?\nWe hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors\nSee Dance Gavin Dance LiveGet tickets as low as $53You might also like[Verse 4: Jon Mess]\nThe weak are the liars, the strong think too much\nI am too cynical to say I don\'t give a fuck\nThe weak are the liars, the strong think too much\nI am too cynical to say I don\'t give a fuck\n\n[Verse 5: Jon Mess]\nI need money\nI need clothes\nI need women\nI need blow\n\n[Break 2: Jon Mess]\nSomething is very fucking wrong\n\n[Verse 6: Jon Mess]\nResting your head on your best friend\'s sister\'s shoulder\nYour mother\'s job is to fuck all your neighbors\nBodies thrusting to the beat of our shame\n\n[Chorus: Jon Mess]\nWhere did our honor go?\nI think I know\nWe\'ve all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties\nWhere did my money go?\nI spent it on blow\nYou know that I fucked all my homies\' ho\'s\nWhere did our morals go?\nI left them in Cabo\nMy parents can pay for the abortion, you know\nWho has a plan?\nWe hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors\n[Outro: Jon Mess]\nGive my regards to all you shady fucks\nThorn in my fucking side\nLoyalty\nHonesty\nTrust\nRespect\nHumility\nSincerity\nWe are all so full of fucking shit\nWe are all so full of fucking shit\nPart 2\n\n[Verse 1: Kurt Travis]\nClever girl\nYou\'ve got me in your hands\nYou write everything down\nNo one turns you around\nReckless love\nI see the willow tree\nIt\'s weeping for you and me, for you and me\nOh reckless love\n\n[Chorus: Kurt Travis]\nUneasy hearts weigh the most\nOh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most\nUneasy hearts weigh the most\nOh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most\n\n[Verse 2: Kurt Travis]\nMaybe I could find a place for you\nWith all the things you do\nI have no clue what to do\nLately I have been hoping to\nThink of what to say\nWhat a day, going far away\n\n[Chorus: Kurt Travis]\nUneasy hearts weigh the most\nUneasy hearts, they weigh the most\nOh, uneasy hearts weigh the most\nOh uneasy hearts, they weigh the most\nUneasy hearts weigh the most\nUneasy hearts\nOh, uneasy hearts weigh the most2Embed', 'default'",3
1489,Anoraak___Waiting_For_Your_Phone_Call,happy,"'', 'default'",0
4562,Burial___Distant_Lights,sad,"'Distant Lights  Now that I need you\nNow that I need you...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6153,Cyndi_Lauper___SHE_BOP,happy,"""She Bop  [Verse 1]\nWell, I see 'em every night in tight blue jeans\nIn the pages of a Blueboy magazine\nHey, I've been thinking of a new sensation\nI'm picking up the good vibrations\nOop, she bop, she bop\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo I wanna go out with a lion's roar?\nYeah, I wanna go south and get me some more\nHey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine\nThey say I better stop or I'll go blind\nOop, she bop, she bop\n[Chorus]\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop\n\n[Verse 3]\nHey, hey they say I better get a chaperone\nBecause I can't stop messing with the danger zone\nI won't worry, and I won't fret\nAin't no law against it yet\nOop, she bop, she bop\n\n[Chorus]\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop\nYou might also likeShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop5",0
3696,Blur___Charmless_Man,happy,"""Charmless Man  [Verse 1]\nI met him in a crowded room\nWhere people go to drink away their gloom\nHe sat me down and so began\nThe story of a charmless man\nEducated the expensive way\nHe knows his claret from his Beaujolais\nI think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray\nBut then nature didn't make him that way\n\n[Refrain]\nHe went na-na-na-na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na\n[Chorus 1]\nHe thinks his educated airs, those family shares\nWill protect him, that we'll respect him\nHe moves in circles of friends who just pretend\nThat they like him, he does the same to them\nAnd when you put it all together\nThere's the model of a charmless man\n\n[Refrain]\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe knows the swingers and their cavalry\nSays he can get in anywhere for free\nI began to go a little cross-eyed\nAnd from this charmless man I just had to hide\n\n[Refrain]\nHe went na-na-na-na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na\n\n[Chorus 2]\nHe talks at speed, he gets nose bleeds\nHe doesn't see his days are tumbling down upon him\nAnd yet he tries so hard to please\nHe's just so keen for you to listen, but no one's listening\nAnd when you put it all together\nThere's the model of a charmless man\nYou might also like[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus 1]\nHe thinks his educated airs, those family shares\nWill protect him, that you'll respect him\nAnd yet he tries so hard to please\nHe's just so keen for you to listen, but no one's listening\nAnd when you put it all together\nThere's the model of a charmless man\n\n[Refrain]\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na, na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na, na14",0
4497,Bryan_Ferry___Dont_Stop_The_Dance_1999_Digital_Remaster,sad,"'', 'default'",1
8286,Emma_Bunton___Im_Not_Crying_Over_Yesterdays,happy,"""I’m Not Crying Over Yesterdays  [Verse 1]\nI know you far too well\nStory's the same\nI've heard it all before\nHow we all gonna change\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou try to talk me round\nNo not this time\nI've finally seen the light\nThis is my goodbye\n[Chorus]\nOh I'm not crying over yesterdays\nNot when there's tomorrows\nI'm not wasting time on used-to-bes\nNot if it means sorrow\nI won't shed a tear on should-have-beens\nWould-have-beens, could-have-beens\nNo no no, no no no\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy suitcase in my hand\nHalf out the door\nWhy can't you be a man\nGet up off the floor\n\n[Verse 4]\nNo you won't change my mind\nDon't think you can\nThe taxi's right outside\nI'm getting in\n\n[Chorus]\nOh I'm not crying over yesterdays\nNot when there's tomorrows\nI'm not wasting time on used-to-bes\nNot if it means sorrow\nI won't shed a tear on should-have-beens\nWould-have-beens, could-have-beens\nNo no no, no no no\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh no no no\nNo no no\n\n[Chorus]\nOh I'm not crying over yesterdays\nNot when there's tomorrows\nI'm not wasting time on used-to-bes\nNot if it means sorrow\nI won't shed a tear on should-have-beens\nWould-have-beens, could-have-beens\n\n[Outro]\nNo no no, no no no\nOh no no no\nOh-oh-oh-oh-ooo",0
256,Abba___Super_Trouper,happy,"""Super Trouper  [Intro: Frida & Agnetha]\nSuper Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue\nLike I always do\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you\n\n[Verse 1: Frida]\nI was sick and tired of everything\nWhen I called you last night from Glasgow\nAll I do is eat and sleep and sing\nWishing every show was the last show\nWishing every show was the last show\n[Pre-Chorus: Frida]\nSo imagine I was glad to hear you're coming\nGlad to hear you're coming\nSuddenly I feel all right\nAnd suddenly it's gonna be\nAnd it's gonna be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\n\n[Chorus: Frida & Agnetha, Benny & Björn]\nTonight, the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nSmiling, having fun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nFeeling like a number one\nTonight, the Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nLike I always do Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you\n\n[Verse 2: Frida]\nFacing twenty thousand of your friends\nHow can anyone be so lonely?\nPart of a success that never ends\nStill, I'm thinking about you only\nStill, I'm thinking about you only\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Frida]\nThere are moments when I think I'm going crazy\nThink I'm going crazy\nBut it's gonna be all right\nYou'll soon be changing everything\nEverything will be so different\nWhen I'm on the stage tonight\nYou might also like[Chorus: Frida & Agnetha, Benny & Björn]\nTonight, the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nSmiling, having fun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nFeeling like a number one\nTonight, the Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nLike I always do Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you\n\n[Bridge: Frida]\nSo I'll be there when you arrive\nThe sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive\nAnd when you take me in your arms and hold me tight\nI know it's gonna mean so much tonight\n\n[Chorus: Frida & Agnetha, Benny & Björn]\nTonight, the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nSmiling, having fun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nFeeling like a number one\nTonight, the Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nLike I always do Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\n'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you\n[Outro: Frida & Agnetha, Benny & Björn]\nSup-p-per Troup-p-per Lights are gonna find me\nShining like the sun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nSmiling, having fun Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nFeeling like a number one\nTonight, the Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me\nBut I won't feel blue Sup-p-per Troup-p-per\nLike I always do… Sup-p-per Troup-p-per19",0
4876,Carpark_North___Best_Day,sad,"""Best Day  [Verse 1]\nI'm back here in the states thoughts turning over\nI've seen the marks go by beside you\nI've dreamt about this place with thoughts turning over\nOf how this morning will arise\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nI just wanna be right here forever\n[Verse 2]\nSee tielines scatter wide luck turning over\nSee how the sunrays gather beside you\nI feel you close nearby with luck turning over\nToday I think I'll meet you there\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nI just wanna be right here forever\n\n[Bridge]\nAs the sun went up the shadows fell, plains flew, vents exhaled\nWith people in the streets and steam everywhere\nTaking my mind to another level of expectation\nI saw you there\nCould you ever be more beautiful\nI've tasted the apple for the first time\nAnd it tasted good, real good\nI always saw you as a work of art, a change of heart\nBut I never ever saw you as my start\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nIt's the best day of my life\nAnd I won't let it go\nI just wanna be with you forever\nI just wanna be with you forever",1
5487,City_And_Colour___Day_Old_Hate,calm,"""Day Old Hate  So let's face it this was never what you wanted\nBut I know it's fun to pretend\nNow blank stares and empty threats\nAre all I have, they're all I have\n\nSo drown me and if you can\nOr we could just have conversation\nAnd I fall, I fall, I falter\nBut I'll find you before I drift away\n\nNow you still speak of day old hate\nThough your whole world has gone up into flames\nAnd isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing\nAnd how safe it is to feel safe\nSo drown me and if you can\nOr we could just have conversation\nAnd I fall, I fall, I falter\nBut I'll find you before I drift away\n\nThe things we do just to stay alive\nThe things we do just to stay alive\nThe things we do just to stay alive\nThe things we do just to keep ourselves aliveSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63",2
572,Akon___When_The_Times_Right,happy,"""When the Time’s Right  [Verse 1]\nOooh oooh\nDon't make me call the police\nOooh oooh\nIt's a crime the way you bend them knees\nFrom the table to the floor\nSpin it up and do it slow\nGive it up to all my niggas\nOn the corners spending dough like\nGame nothing but money to me\nSo sweet but you ain't nothing but hunnies to me\nShorty get you sexy there sipping on the cavasier\nStylin up in the VIP, plannin to roll out with me\nKnowing that she's gonna come back\nAs if she's up on my reindeer\nYou know that she'll never wanna come back\nSo I add her to my hall of fame here\nBet your man can't do it like this tell the truth girl\nBet your man can't do it like this it's all on you girl\n[Chorus]\nCome on, when the Time's Right\nI'd like to come over and get to know ya\nTry to get closer, Come on\nWhen the wime's Right, I'd like to come over\nAnd work ya over, across your sofa\nCome on, is it ok if I come over, come on\nThat way I can get to know ya, come on\nLet me get a little closer, come on\nDo you all over your sofa, come on\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I walk in the club with all the ladies so fly\nGotta work that body so beautifully make you wanna cry\nThat body could do whatever, that's no lie\nGotta make it to gettin bigger makin me wanna slide\nUp under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me\nSwitch it over let me bust all over you and not me\nYour so sexy, gotta punish you wit the first degree\nAin't no stoppin the body rockin until we fall asleep\n\n[Chorus]\nCome on, when the time's right\nI'd like to come over and get to know ya\nTry to get closer, come on\nWhen the time's right, I'd like to come over\nAnd work ya over, across your sofa\nCome on, is it ok if I come over, come on\nThat way I can get to know ya, come on\nLet me get a little closer, come on\nDo you all over your sofa, come on\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI can tell by the way you act so hard\nYou like my type of nigga\nBetter bang in the back of the jeep\nAnd put a puncture in your liver\nI can tell by the way you act so soft\nYou like my type of nigga\nBetter get romantic with ya\nMake love to ya by the river\nI'm wit the wine glass to go with your fine ass\nI could make that shine last\nIf I make you mine fast\nYour the type I go all out to put you onto my staff\nLet me be your teacher baby\nGirl cause you in the wrong class\nOwwwh\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen the Time's Right\nI'd like to come over and get to kno ya\nTry to get closer, Come on\nWhen the Time's Right, I'd like to come over\nAnd work ya over, across your sofa\nCome on, is it ok if I come over, come on\nThat way I can get to know ya, come on\nLet me get a little closer, come on\nDo you all over your sofa, come on\n[Outro]\nHey hey hey\nSo tell me what the dealy girl, hey hey hey\nWhen I get to go inside you girl, hey hey hey\nRemember there is no rush girl, hey hey hey\nGotta get you with tha masta\nCome on, Come on, Come on, Come onrepeat till fade",0
1757,Arch_Enemy___Carry_The_Cross,anger,"'Carry the Cross  [Verse 1]\nWe walk through the ages\nThe world on our shoulders\nThe burden we carry\nTo the dark end of our days\nA thousand eyes watching\nEvery step we are taking\nWaiting to see us\nStruggle and fall\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd when we are beaten\nThe cross holds us down\nI hear them laughing\nAnd walking away\n[Chorus]\nCarry the cross\nAnd suffer the loss\nHear my confession\nForever damnation\n\n[Verse 2]\nReincarnations\nBleeding forever\nRecover the pain\nPain gives me strength\nPick up the cross\nAnd carry it on\nOver and over\nThe wheel turns again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd when we are beaten\nThe cross holds us down\nI hear them laughing\nAnd walking away\n\n[Chorus]\nCarry the cross\nAnd suffer the loss\nHear my confession\nForever damnation\nYou might also like[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus]\nCarry the cross\nAnd suffer the loss\nHear my confession\nForever damnation\n\n[Chorus]\nCarry the cross\nAnd suffer the loss\nHear my confession\nForeverEmbed', 'default'",3
9320,Foo_Fighters___Sister_Europe,sad,"""Sister Europe  [Verse 1]\nStupid on the Steinway\nSo sick upon a Steinway\nThe sailors drown\n\nSee them talk and see them drown\nAnd see them drink and fall around\nUpon the floor\n\n[Chorus]\nSister of mine, home again\nSister of mine, home again\n[Verse 2]\nLonely in a crowded room\nThe radio plays out of tune\nSo silently\n\nThe radio upon the floor\nIs stupid it plays Aznavour\nSo out of key\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nBroken on a ship of fools\nEven dreams must fall to rules\nSo stupidly\n\nWords are all just useless sound\nJust like cards they fall around\nAnd we will be\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 4]\nBuy a car and watch it rust\nSister see them fall to dust\nThey fall around\nYou might also likeIn another crowded room\nPaint me like the shirt I'm in\nHonestly\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nSister of mine\nSister of mine\nSister of mine\nSister of mine\nSister",1
8645,Eve_6___Nightmare,happy,"""Nightmare  Blemishing mirror fright\nGonna take a bit of a fall tonight\nDreamed that I was underneath a naked woman\nSaying something that I can't repeat\nAwakened by the runway noise, suck it up kid\nAssume battle poise\nIt's a lonely time for yours truly\nI know I don't need to stay awake\n\nIn my nightmare I feel so alive\nIn my dreamscape escapades\nI make the grade, I save the day\nPull here push me there\nA little lower little closer to the spot that's bare\nThat's the toy that fills my void\nIt's apparent I've inherited a demon joy\nIt's a lonely time for yours truly I know\nI don't need to stay awake\n\nIn my nightmare I feel so alive\nIn my dreamscape escapades\nI made the grade, I save the day",0
4599,Butterfly_Boucher___Soul_Back,happy,"""Soul Back  I must have left it on the table\nOr the chair\nNot sure\nI didn't feel it was painless\nOh dear\nI guess I'm just a little careless!\nI'll confess\nWhen the music's on\nEverything else gets lost!\n\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back\n\nToo busy looking for the good side\nOf the ball\nTo dance\nI spun around and saw you leaving\nThat's weird\nI thought I saw you by the punch bowl!?\n\nI'll confess\nI had no glasses on\nYou could have been anyone!\n\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back\n\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back\n\nAnd only now I find I lost it\nAt all\nSomehow\nYou think you're fine\nUntil you land\nOn stones\nAnd then you try to think what pushed you\nYou might also likeI'll confess\nI'm a mess inside\nAll my fun fell out...\n\nI think I'd like my soul back\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back\n\nI think I like it\nI think I like it\nI think I'd like my soul back",0
5931,Cradle_Of_Filth___Her_Ghost_In_The_Fog,sad,"'Her Ghost in the Fog  The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait\nSoft winds whisper the bidding of trees\nAs this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart\nAnd the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams\n\nBut oh, no tears please\nFear and pain may accompany death\nBut it is desire that shepherds its certainty\nAs we shall see\n\nShe was divinity\'s creature that kissed in cold mirrors\nA queen of snow, far beyond compare\nLips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere\nDark liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare\nShe shone on watercolors of my pond life as pearl\nUntil those who couldn\'t have her, cut her free of this world\n\nThat fateful eve when the breeze stank of sunset and camphor\nTheir lanterns chased phantoms and threw\nAn inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast\nOn my love picking rue by the light of the moon\n\nPutting reason to flight or to death is their way\nThey crept through woods mesmerized\nBy the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway\nOver all they surveyed save a mist on the rise\nA deadly blessing to hide her ghost in the fog\nThey raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog\nDawn discovered her there beneath the cedar\'s stare\nSilk dress torn, her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared\nWas starred with frost, I knew her lost\nI wept \'til tears crept back to prayer\n\nShe\'d sworn me vows in fragrant blood\n""Never to part, lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts""\nThen this I screamed ,""Come back to me\nFor I was born in love with thee\nSo why should fate stand in between?""\nYou might also likeAnd as I drowned her gentle curves\nWith dreams unsaid and final words\nI espied a gleam trodden to earth\nThe church bell tower key\nThe village mourned her by the by\nFor she\'d been a witch, their men had longed to try\nAnd I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs\nMy tortured soul on ice\n\nA queen of snow\nFar beyond compare\nLips attuned to symmetry\nSought her everywhere\nTrappistine eyes\nAn Arabian nightmare\n\nShe was Erzulie possessed\nOf a milky white skin\nMy porcelain yin\nA graceful angel of sin\n\nAnd so for her\nThe breeze stank of sunset and camphor\nMy lantern chased her phantom and blew\nTheir chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain\nBest reserved for judgement that their bible construed\nPutting reason to flight\nOr to flame unashamed\nI swept from cries\nMesmerized\nBy the taffeta ley\nOr her hips that held sway\nOver all those at bay\nSave a mist on the rise\nA final blessing to hide\nHer ghost in the fog\n\nAnd I embraced\nWhere lovers rot\nHer ghost in the fog\n\nHer ghost in the fog4Embed', 'default'",1
3806,Bobby_Brown___Every_Little_Step,happy,"""Every Little Step  [Intro]\nI can't sleep at night, I toss and turn\nI can't sleep at night\nNow now now now, come down now\nOh yes! It's me again! The crazy one!\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can't sleep at night, I toss and turn\nListening for the telephone\nBut when I get your call, I'm all choked up\nCan't believe you called my home\nAnd as a matter of fact, it blows my mind\nYou would even talk to me\nBecause a girl like you is like a dream come true\nA real life fantasy\n[Pre-Hook]\nNo matter what your friends try to tell you\nWe were made to fall in love\nAnd we will be together, any kind of weather\nIt's like that, it's like that\n\n[Hook]\nEvery little step I take, you will be there\nEvery little step I make, we'll be together\nEvery little step I take, you will be there\nEvery little step I make, we'll be together\n\n[Verse 1]\nI can't sleep at night, I toss and turn\nListening for the telephone\nBut when I get your call, I'm all choked up\nCan't believe you called my home\nAnd as a matter of fact, it blows my mind\nYou would even talk to me\nBecause a girl like you is like a dream come true\nA real life fantasy\n\n[Pre-Hook]\nNo matter what your friends try to tell you\nWe were made to fall in love\nAnd we will be together, any kind of weather\nIt's like that, it's like that girl\nYou might also like[Hook]\nEvery little step I take, you will be there\nEvery little step I make, we'll be together\nEvery little step I take, you will be there\nEvery little step I make, we'll be together\n\n[Verse 2]\nEverybody wants to know what's going down\nNot with the James, not the Jim, but the Bobby Brown\nNow I'm chilling much harder as you all know\nCause Bobby Brown was good to good to good to go solo\nBeen on the microphone a long long time\nI'm guaranteed to bust a stupid rhyme\nNow I'm on the mic and I'm rocking real fresher\nEverybody out there don't talk less about me\nCause I'm rocking it steady\nAnd when I'm on the mic, don't you dare call me Freddy\nCause I'm ready to really get paid\nAnd if anybody steps in my way they getting slayed\nMy name is Brown, that's what they call me\nYes, I drive a 560 SEC\nAnd when I'm on the mic, you gotta see me\nDriving down the block cause I'm blocking and locking\nWhen the sucker M.C.'s trying to drop my spot\nWhen I'm rocking on the microphone\nPeople gotta gotta gotta gotta leave me alone\nCause I really don't care, really don't give a damn\nMy name is Bobby, and not Uncle Sam!\n[Bridge]\nShaba dootin ba\nShaba dootin bop shoo ba\nShaba dootin ba\nShaba dootin bop shoo ba\n\n[Pre-Hook]\nNo matter what your friends try to tell you\nWe were made to fall in love\nWe will always be together, any kind of weather\nIt's like that, it's like that girl!\n\n[Hook]\nEvery little step I take, you will be there yeah yeah\nEvery little step I make, we'll be together\nEvery little step I take, you will be there you'll be, you'll be there\nEvery little step I make, we will be together12",0
940,Allister___Westbound,happy,"""Westbound  Driving through nights on empty roads\nHoping the clubs promote our shows\nWasting days in endless naps\nFinding new ways to fill the gaps\n\nAnother word game with the band\nAnother losing rummy hand\nAnother night slept in the van\nI'm forced awake again in time to take the stage\nAnd as my dream world fades another takes its place\nI look into the crowd and see myself through stares\nBack when I hoped someday I'd be the one up there\nReading to save our numbing minds\nMeeting new friends we'll leave behind\nLay on the loft and trace the stars\nStart the day in no ones arms\n\nAnother night without a sell\nAnother meal at Taco Bell\nAnother story I can tell",0
7505,Dragonette___True_Believer,sad,"""True Believer  I don't play well with the other kids\nThey know that I'm dangerous\nIt's evident, I'm different\nMy punishment is imminent\n\nThey tell me that I'm no good\nThey say words\nThat I've got a curse\nI know that it's true\n\nBut you, you make me better\nYou give me pleasure\nIt's just your effect on me\nYou, you make me sweeter\nYou give me fever and I'm a believer\nI've had such a wicked time\nKissed the boys and made them cry\nLaugh and while I wave goodbye\nAnd they'd still like another try\n\nRoger, Larry, Dick and Tom\nMatthew, Harry, Luke, and John\nIf they knew who I've become, who I've become\nThe spell I'm under is you\n\nYou make me better\nYou give me pleasure\nIt's just your effect on me\nYou've taught me a lesson\nNow I'm behaving\nMust be what's best for me\nYou, you make me sweeter\nYou give me fever now I'm a believer\n\nDo you feel super\nI'm the new girl curled round your finger\nI've taken your potion\nAnd now I'm senseless, defenceless, a fool\nThe spell I'm under is you, it's you\nYou're just what's come over me\nYou're who's has gotten into me\nYou who did this thing to me, I used to be so bad\nYou might also likeBut you, you make me better\nYou give me pleasure\nMust be what's best for me\nYou, you make me sweeter\nYou give me fever I'm a believer\n\nI'm a believer\nA true believer\nI'm a believer\nA true believer",1
1202,Anathema___Dont_Look_Too_Far,sad,"""Don’t Look Too Far  If I begin to feel lighter\nHold me down\nAnd I'll be yours for evermore\n\nGod bless this mess I'm in\nFor it is time\nTo be rid of a certain sin\n\nA cool breeze down my spine\nAnd if I'm really here\nThen I feel fine\nA freelance child\nYou bring it all back\nThis world is eating me inside\n\nDon't look too far\nDon't look too far\n\nMissing a degree of warmth\nA name without a face\nI'm losing grip all the same\n\nI sever the line that divides\nI sever the feelings inside\nI sever between you and me\n\nAnd I want to learn to fly\nBring the pain right back again\nIs this all there is of me\n\nHearts and minds, find the time\nThat in the end there was no\nPossible reason for anything\n\nDon't look too far\nDon't look too farYou might also like1",1
591,Al_Green___Look_What_You_Done_For_Me,sad,"""Look What You Done for Me  [Intro]\nHey baby\n\n[Verse 1]\nNow that you're here with me\nI want to keep you free\nTo do the things that you wanna do\nThe joy in life is loving you\nBut now the day has come\nTo let you know where I'm coming from, yeah\nThe best of my years will go to you\nIt's the only thing that I can do\nBut these things don't come overnight\nLoving you, baby, and I think I'm right\nLet me say before I forget\nThat loving you, baby, it's where it's at, yeah\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh baby, look what you done for me\nOh baby, you set my heart free, yeah\nOh, what a feeling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWhat a feeling, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes I wanna leave, but then I say\nIt wouldn't make sense, no, anyway\nBut forgive me baby, if I do wrong\nI haven't been a true man for so long\nBut let me say before I forget\nThat loving you, baby, it's where it's at, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh baby, look what you done for me\nOh baby, you set my heart free, hey\nBread and the water, everything that you oughta\nYou've been very good for me\nAnd I, I gotta, gotta to say it\nOh baby, look what you done for me\nOh yeah, you set my heart free, hey\n\n[Outro]\nOh, know no better what you done for me\nI got this feeling that it's gonna—hey\nAnd oh, look what you done for me\nBaby, baby, you've set my heart free every day",1
8390,Entombed___Stranger_Aeons,sad,"""Stranger Aeons  [Verse 1]\nOne more dead soul\nThere's a hole in the sky\nIlluminating dreamquest\nThe prophet's eye\nBy virtue of madness\nA sign of faith\nLurking at the threshold\nYou're lost between the gates\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nDeath's a solution to life's dead illusions\n[Chorus]\nStranger aeons - stained by re-creation\nStranger aeons - of hallucination\n\n[Verse 2]\nStranger things that eternal lie\nAwaiting beyond the time to die\nIn the city of gods in the temple of lies\nInitiation progression Zarathustra cries\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nYou were wrong from the start\nWe will never part\n\n[Chorus]\nStranger aeons - stained by re-creation\nStranger aeons - of hallucination\nTake strange drugs - swallow your pride\nIt's all but a game - nuclear stock piles",1
5676,Coldcut___Autumn_Leaves,happy,"""Autumn Leaves  Autumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight\nThe words that you said have come true\nAutumn leaves fall and are swept out of sight\nSo is the memory of love that we knew\n\nThe wind of forgetfullness blows them\nInto the night of regret\nThe song we so often did sing\nIs echoing echoing yet\n\nThe falling leaves\nDrift by the window\nThe autumn leaves of red and gold\nI see your lips\nThe summer kisses\nThe sunburned hands I used to hold\nSince you went away\nThe days grow long\nAnd soon I'll hear cold winter song\nBut I miss you most of all, my darling\nWhen autumn leaves start to fall",0
8157,Elvis_Presley___Blue_Moon,happy,"'Blue Moon  [Verse 1]\nBlue moon\nYou saw me standing alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\n\n[Verse 2]\nBlue moon\nYou knew just what I was there for\nYou heard me saying a prayer for\nSomeone I really could care for\n[Refrain]\nWithout a love of my own\n\n[Verse 3]\nBlue moon\nYou saw me standing alone\nWithout a dream in my heart\nWithout a love of my own\n\n[Refrain]\nWithout a love of my own\n\n[Outro]\nBlue moon\nWithout a love of my ownYou might also like5Embed', 'default'",0
5598,Club_8___Where_Birds_Dont_Fly,sad,"""Where Birds Don’t Fly  I had it going\nDidn't want to show it\nTook it all for granted\nSo when I lost it I could say\nI didn't want it anyway, it's OK\n\nWhere birds don't fly\nThat's where I'm going to be\nAnd if you see I'm back the very next day\nThat is not me\nI had it going\nCouldn't really show it\nIf I did I'd lose it\nSuperstitious\nI stayed too ambitious\nWaiting for the final act\nAnd never come back\n\nWhere I'm going\nYou can't see me\nYou can't meet me\nEven if you wanted to\nWhere I'm going\nThere are no streets\nBut I'll be walking\nThe streets of my home town",1
5303,Chris_Brown___With_You,happy,"""With You  [Intro]\nI need you, boo\nI gotta see you, boo\nAnd the hearts all over the world tonight\nSaid the hearts all over the world tonight\nAnd I need you, boo Oh\nI gotta see you, boo Hey\nAnd the hearts all over the world tonight\nSaid the hearts all over the world tonight Uh, uh\n\n[Verse 1]\nHey, little mama, ooh, you're a stunner\nHot little figure, yes, you're a winner\nAnd I'm so glad to be yours\nYou're a class all your own\nAnd ooh, little cutie, when you talk to me\nI swear the whole world stops, you're my sweetheart\nAnd I'm so glad that you're mine\nYou are one of a kind and\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou mean to me what I mean to you\nAnd together, baby, there is nothing we won't do\n'Cause if I got you, I don't need money, I don't need cars\nGirl, you're my all\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh, I'm into you\nAnd girl, no one else would do\n'Cause with every kiss and every hug\nYou make me fall in love\nAnd now I know I can't be the only one\nI bet there's hearts all over the world tonight\nWith the love of their life who feels\nWhat I feel when I'm\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, girl\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, girl, I don't want nobody else\nWithout you, there's no one left then\nYou're like Jordan's on Saturday\nI gotta have you and I cannot wait now\nHey, little shawty, say you care for me\nYou know I care for you, you know that I'll be true\nYou know that I won't lie, you know that I would try\nTo be your everything, yeah\nSee Chris Brown LiveGet tickets as low as $105You might also like[Pre-Chorus]\n'Cause if I got you, I don't need money, I don't need cars\nGirl, you're my all\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh, I'm into you Into you\nAnd girl, no one else would do Won't\n'Cause with every kiss and every hug Hug\nYou make me fall in love\nAnd now I know I can't be the only one I know I can't be the only\nI bet there's hearts all over the world tonight\nWith the love of their life who feels\nWhat I feel when I'm\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, oh\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, hey, hey\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I will never try to deny that you are my whole life\n'Cause if you ever let me go, I would die so I won't front\nI don't need another woman, I just need your all or nothing\n'Cause if I got that then I'll be straight\nBaby, you're the best part of my day\nI need you, boo\nI gotta see you, boo\nAnd the hearts all over the world tonight Hey, hey\nSaid the hearts all over the world tonight Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah\nThey need it, boo They need it\nThey gotta see their boo\nSaid there's hearts all over the world tonight\nHearts all over the world tonight\n[Chorus]\nOh, oh, I'm into you I'm into you, baby\nAnd girl, no one else would do\n'Cause with every kiss Every kiss and every hug Every hug\nYou make me fall in love You make me\nAnd now I know I can't be the only one Can't be the only one\nI bet there's hearts all over the world tonight\nWith the love of their life who feels\nWhat I feel when I'm\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, girl\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, oh\nWith you, with you, with you, with you, with you, with you\nOnly with you, with you, with you, with you, with you, babe, yeah51",0
8440,Era___Cathar_Rhythm,calm,"""Cathar Rhythm  Don't you come back now?\nDon't you turn your eyes?\nAnd if you dare to look\nI'll be you waiting\n\n{Impera e nessimo\nImpera samie nero\nDove di immantore Dio}\n\nYou hear my prayer\nDon't you turn your eyes?\nAnd if you dare to mourn\nI'll be you waiting\n{Impera e nessimo\nImpera samie nero\nDove di immantore torra}\n\nE mani diavole\nE mano diavole\nE nere mani diavole\n\n{Impera e nessimo\nImpera samie nero\nDove di immantore Dio}\n\nDon't you come back now?\nDon't you turn your eyes?\nE nere mani diavole\nYou hear my prayer\nE nere mani diavole\nI'll be you waiting",2
6681,Daylight_Dies___At_A_Loss,sad,"'At a Loss  Awaken\nA broken voice\nBreaths of anguish drown the words\nWelling at my throat\n\nThe sky ablaze with stars unchanging\nThe callous stare of a world unyielding\n\nA whisper\nA passing sound\nAll trace of you removed from here\nBut these longing wordsYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1126,Amparanoia___Little_Think,calm,"""Little Think  This is a song of you\nFor the wonderful moments with you\nThis is my single little think\nThis is only my fantasies\n\nTranquile, tranquile\nC'est pas la peine de sufrir\nMoi, j'ai compris\nC'est pour ca je veux te dire\n\nA little think, a little think, you and me\nYou know, you know, how much tears in my dreams\nYou know, the fight never stop\nSugar kisses, love me tender, love me all night long\nDon't forget me, don't forget my soul",2
9605,Front_242___With_Your_Cries,sad,"'With Your Cries  Irrelevant questions\nQueer responses with double meanings\nDisordered\nDisorted voices\nComing from distant, dismal polar\nClimes\nIt makes you feel glad\nIt makes you take on a new lease of life\nIt makes you feel glad\nIt makes you fill the air with your criesYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1186,Anastacia___Welcome_To_My_Truth,sad,"""Welcome to My Truth  [Verse 1]\nSentimental days\nIn a misty clouded haze\nI'm a memory that now feels untrue\nI used to feel disguised\nNow I leave the mask behind\nPainting pictures that aren't so blue\nThe pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned\n\n[Chorus]\nSomebody bring up the lights, I want you to see\nDon't you feel sorry for me\nMy life turned around\nBut I'm still living my dreams\nYes, it's true I've been\nI've been through it all\nI've hit about a million walls\nWelcome to my truth... I still love\nWelcome to my truth... I still love\n[Verse 2]\nTangled in a web\nWith a pain hard to forget\nThat was a time that I've now put to rest\nOh, the pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned\n\n[Chorus]\nSomebody bring up the lights, I want you to see\nDon't you feel sorry for me\nMy life turned around\nBut I'm still living my dreams\nYes, it's true I've been\nI've been through it all\nI've hit about a million walls\nWelcome to my truth... I still love\nWelcome to my truth... I still love\n\n[Bridge]\nSentimental days\nIn a mist of clouded haze\nI'm a memory that now feels untrue\n\n[Chorus]\nSomebody bring up the lights, I want you to see\nDon't you feel sorry for me\nMy life turned around\nBut I'm still living my dreams\nYes, it's true I've been\nI've been through it all\nI've hit about a million walls\nWelcome to my truth... I still love\nWelcome to my truth... I still love",1
5433,Christopher_Cross___Talking_In_My_Sleep_Album_Version,happy,"'', 'default'",0
7289,Dismemberment_Plan___The_Face_of_the_Earth,sad,"""The Face of the Earth  As kisses go\nIt wasn't anything out of the ordinary\nThe alkaline lips\nHer fingers hooked around my belt\n\nShe had to go\nShe took a step back in and then she started to smile\nI heard a funny sound\nAnd everything seemed to shift, yeah\n\nA crazy wail\nA funny shutter of a bad magnetic event\nA ghost ran through us\nMoving like a shadow of a cloud\nAnd I wasn't sure\nI thought that something happened but I didn't know what\nThe moment seemed to fade\nAnd I turned my eyes back to her\n\nAnd that's when I saw\nI freeze the look of pre-alert and study it still\nHer smile starts to loosen, her pupils yawn wide\nAnd then she's blown\nFrom the face of the earth\n\nThere wasn't any wind, no noise, no nothing just a body jerked skyward, limbs flailing like an unloved marionette\nAt impossible speed\nReceding away like a faraway dot\n\nI can see her still, scream for help but no one answered, she turned end on end, moving like a long-lost astronaut\nI felt the summer air reclaim me\nThe chirp of a bird, the whisper of leaves\nAnd I was frozen\nTo the face of the earth\n\nI never really knew the way she lived her life\nI tried a couple numbers but they never called back\nI didn't know her family or friends at all\nWith no one to call, summer turned into fall\nI gave up\nYou might also likeIt's been a couple years and I guess I'm fine about it\nIt's not like we were married, it was three or four months\nAnd nothing's really different though it seems like I've spent my life in planes\nWhich is kind of strange\nBut I don't know\nYeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, yeah...",1
5462,Cicada___The_Things_You_Say,happy,"""The Things You Say  I've been putting up with that big gob of yours way too long, babe\nAnd I'll be damned if I'm gonna stick around and take any more of your shit\nYou'd better screw down that run-around loose tongue of yours, babe\nBecause it's gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble, the things you say\n\nSometimes I think you've got no feelings\nSometimes I think you've got no education\nThe time has come, you'd better think twice now\nAnd take a look around before I shut you down\n\nI say: do you imagine you can get away with the things you say?\nMaybe your momma didn't wash that mouth of yours out, babe\nAnd maybe she never showed you how to treat a lady\nBut I don't give a sweet thought anymore babe\nBecause you've gone and got on my last nerve with the things you say\n\nSometimes I think you've got no feelings\nSometimes I think you've got no education\nThe time has come you'd better think twice now\nAnd take a look around before I shut you down",0
1907,Ash___Pacific_Palisades,happy,"""Pacific Palisades  [Verse 1]\nYou were standing on the shore\nListening to the ocean roar\nThe sea was tangled in your hair\nImmortal, young and free of cares\nYou let the night lull you away to\nDark Pacific Palisades, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWait for the summer\nIt'll come round again\n[Verse 2]\nIt's coming down in sheets of rain\nWater's running in the drain\nI lie with candles by my bed\nBrian Wilson in my head\nDennis Wilson, Sharon Tate\nDark Pacific Palisades, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWait for the summer\nIt'll come round again\n\n[Bridge]\nDragged down by the undertow\nI know I can't live forever\nShe is fire in my soul\nI know I can't live without her\n\n[Verse 3]\nAll I have is in my head\nOnly you can understand, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nWait for the summer\nIt'll come round again\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 4]\nYou were standing on the shore\nListening to the ocean roar\nThe sea was tangled in your hair\nImmortal, young and free of cares\nYou let the night lull you away to\nDark Pacific Palisades, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nWait for the summer\nIt'll come round again\nWait for the summer\nIt'll come round again\nYeah, wait for the summer\nIt'll come round again",0
237,Abba___The_Piper,happy,"""The Piper  [Verse 1]\nThey came from the hills\nAnd they came from the valleys and the plains\nThey struggled in the cold\nIn the heat and the snow and in the rain\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCame to hear him play\nPlay their minds away\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're all following a strange melody\nWe're all summoned by a tune\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon for him\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\n[Post-Chorus]\nSub luna saltamus\n\n[Verse 2]\nThey came from the south\nFrom the west and the north and from the east\nThey waited for the man\nLike a parish is waiting for the priest\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nLonged to hear him play\nPlay their minds away\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're all following a strange melody\nWe're all summoned by a tune\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon for him\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSub luna saltamus\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe gave them a dream\nHe seduced everybody in the land\nThe fire in his eyes\nAnd the fear was a weapon in his hand\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nSo they let him play\nPlay their minds away\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're all following a strange melody\nWe're all summoned by a tune\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\nWe're following the piper\nAnd we dance beneath the moon for him\nAnd we dance beneath the moon\nAnd we dance beneath the moon",0
9441,Frank_Sinatra___Dream,happy,"""Dream  Get in touch with that sundown fellow\nAs he tiptoes across the sand\nHe's got a million kinds of stardust\nPick you fav'rite brand, and\n\nDream, when you're feeling blue\nDream, that's the thing to do\nJust watch the smoke rings rise in the air\nYou'll find your share of memories there\n\nSo dream when the day is through\nDream, and they might come true\nThings never are as bad as they seem\nSo dream, dream, dream",0
2004,At_The_DriveIn___Rascuache,anger,"'Rascuache  [Verse 1]\nFences with switches - turn them on\nThe moats of your homes, poured salt on these slugs\nMugshot, fatigue\nShimmering\n\n[Chorus]\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out, slowly, slowly\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\n[Verse 2]\nTourniquet of gossip on a board of checkered chess\nSalt ring, probing, in case of emergency\nStampede is coming, mastodon infantry\nRadiate this frequency and show me just what the hell you mean\n\n[Chorus]\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\n\n[Bridge]\nHere comes the bride, here comes the bride\nLavender and smothered in black turpentine\n\n[Chorus]\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way out\nPacemaker pace yourself\nYou were slowly clawing your way outYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",3
2187,Avenged_Sevenfold___Shattered_By_Broken_Dreams,sad,"""Shattered By Broken Dreams  [Intro]\nI see you fading away from us\nI'll miss you very much\nRoom with empty bottles, broken dreams\nAnd pride still running high, always on your side\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I wanted more for you\nYou can't go on this way\nAnd now I see it all fall through\nWe pray for better days\nStuck alone and scared\nThrow your life away\nAnd now choking on your pride\nMay be the only way\n[Bridge]\nI don't want to leave you like this\nWe all tried to save you but missed\nI still feel the hope on your road\nNow come back to us like the days of the old\n\n[Verse 1]\nI still feel you there, trying to get on top\nYou'll always have my support, in my heart\nPeople you've hurt\nFriends that you've lied to\nBut we understand, and that's not you\nCan't take the end of the road\nI can see it now, for you\nI'm scared, if I lose you, I'm not prepared\nThis time, if you die\nI watch you, right before my eyes\nJust trust me, and listen\nYou have no self control\n\n[Bridge]\nThis will take your life\nWill take your life\n\n[Verse 2]\nOverdose and then indulge until you die\nWondering, we still ask the question why\nBroken home, and then abandoned by your dad\nAnd we are left the only family that you've ever had[x2]\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nBut I wanted more for you\nYou can't go on this way\nAnd now I see it all fall through\nWe pray for better days\nStuck alone and scared\nThrow your life away\nAnd now choking on your pride\nMay be the only way\n\n[Verse 3]\nHelp you see it through\nFight this for me and you\nReaching deep inside\nProblems not just you is what we find\nOur friendship makes it mine2",1
5134,Charlie_Peacock___Riding_into_Wonderland,happy,"""Riding Into Wonderland  I'm calling Brian, down in the south where Kentucky's beautiful\nWhere a fence is a wonderful work of art\nWhere a voice, of course, is recognised as something special\nNo-one's home, but I'll keep dreaming\nClimb aboard the proper saddle\n\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nWave goodbye, I'm sunset bound\nA home away from home I've found\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nIf only for one night, I can sleep in the fields\nThen, in the morning, ride again\nDeeper into the southern land, all the way to the banks of the Cumberland\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\n\nI feel connected, down in the heart, to somebody, that's beautiful\nWho's talk is a wonderful work of art\nWho's love, of course, is recognised as something special\nAlmost touching, must get closer\nClimb aboard the proper saddle\n\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nWave goodbye, I'm sunset bound\nA home away from home I've found\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\n\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland, wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nRiding into wonderland\nfade",0
6810,Death_In_Vegas___Aladdins_Story,sad,"""Aladdin’s Story  Nobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow\nNobody knows the trouble...",1
1460,Annie_Lennox___The_Gift,sad,"""The Gift  Darling don't you understand\nI feel so ill at ease\nThe room is full of silence and it's getting hard to breathe\nTake this guilded cage of pain and set me free\nTake this overcoat of shame\nIt never did belong to me\nIt never did belong to me\n\nI need to go outside\nI need to leave the smoke\n'Cause I can't go on living in the same sick joke\nIt seems our lives have taken on a different kind of twist\nNow that you have given me the perfect gift\nYou have given me the gift\nFor we have fallen from our shelves\nTo face the truth about ourselves\nAnd we have tumbled from our trees\nTumbled from our trees\n\nAnd I can almost...\nI can almost hear the rain falling\nDon't you know it feels so good\nSo let's go out into the rain again\nJust like we said we always would",1
5980,Crash_Test_Dummies___Mmm_Mmm_Mmm_Mmm,happy,"""Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm  [Verse 1]\nOnce there was this kid who\nGot into an accident and couldn't come to school\nBut when he finally came back\nHis hair had turned from black into bright white\nHe said that it was from when\nThe cars had smashed so hard\n\n[Chorus]\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\n[Verse 2]\nOnce there was this girl who\nWouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room\nBut when they finally made her\nThey saw birthmarks all over her body\nShe couldn't quite explain it\nThey'd always just been there\n\n[Chorus]\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\n\n[Bridge]\nBut both girl and boy were glad\n'Cause one kid had it worse than that\n\n[Verse 3]\n'Cause then there was this boy whose\nParents made him come directly home right after school\nAnd when they went to their church\nThey shook and lurched all over the church floor\nHe couldn't quite explain it\nThey'd always just gone there\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm\nMmm, mmm, mmm, mmm8",0
3029,Big_Star___September_Gurls,happy,"""September Gurls  [Verse 1]\nSeptember girls do so much\nI was your Butch, and you were touched\nI loved you, well, never mind\nI've been crying all the time\n\n[Chorus]\nDecember boys got it bad\nDecember boys got it bad\n\n[Verse 2]\nSeptember girls, I don't know why\nHow can I deny what's inside?\nEven though I'll keep away\nThey will love all our days\n[Chorus]\nDecember boys got it bad\nDecember boys got it bad\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen I get to bed late at night\nThat's the time she makes things right\nOoh, when she makes love to me\nOoh\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 1]\nSeptember girls do so much\nI was your Butch, and you were touched\nI loved you, well, nevermind\nI've been crying all the time\n\n[Chorus]\nDecember boys got it bad\nDecember boys got it bad\nDecember boys got it bad, ooh\n\n[Guitar Solo]You might also like3",0
9272,Fluke___Setback,happy,"""Setback  I swear\nAll I could see was ruins for miles and miles\nAs they unfolded right before my eyes\nLike a lot of funny faces\nLooking like they don't know what's going on\nSearching for a home\n\nBut they're smiling now\nGuess that's the only right\nWouldn't you?\nCos somebody wants them after all\nDisplaced final call\nGood\nAttention fixed we'll stop\nUsual tricks\n\nGood time to make you feel like the lucky one\nYou can smell good all day long\nWe can make your roof never leak\nYou've been sold\n\nThe ruins have all got better again\nThere are a couple of scars, better to keep them\nPick them every now and again\nA little reminder, a little reminder\nWith a lot less pain\n\nInterrupted back to the inbetweens\nNo relation to the big screen\nUnlike the tiger\nOne of the best i've ever seen\nMajestic\nQuite serene\nHe is a beautiful beast\nThat eats beautiful meat",0
4663,Cake___Pretty_Pink_Ribbon,happy,"""Pretty Pink Ribbon  [Verse 1]\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd end up just like me\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd float down to the sea\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd say just what you please\nWithout the sticky little kitten\nYour ticket could never be free\n\n[Chorus]\nWithout the tight little denim\nYour virtues would all go unknown\nWithout the room that you live in\nYour cancer would eat to the bone\nYour muscles would bulge underground\nYour demons would all be around\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd end up just like me\n[Verse 2]\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd end up just like me\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd burn all these dying leaves\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd lift this steaming herd\nYou would kill all the sick ones\nYou would bury them deep in the earth\n\n[Chorus]\nWithout the tight little denim\nYour virtues would all go unknown\nWithout the room that you live in\nYour cancers would eat to the bone\nYour muscles would bulge underground\nYour demons would all be around\nWithout the pretty pink ribbon\nYou'd end up just like meYou might also like1",0
4419,Bruce_Hornsby_and_the_Range___Jacobs_Ladder,happy,"""Jacob’s Ladder  I met a fan dancer down in southside Birmingham\nShe was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand\nShe said he's tryin' to save me\nBut I'm doin' alright, the best that i can\nJust a pair of fallen angels tryin' to get through the night\n\nStep by step, one by one, higher and higher\nStep by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder\n\nComin' over the airwaves the man says I'm overdue\nSing a song, send money, join the chosen few\nBut mister I'm not in a hurry, and I don't want to be like you\nAll I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today\nStep by step, one by one, higher and higher\nStep by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder\n\nAll I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today\nStep by step, one by one, higher and higher\nStep by step, one by one, climbing Jacob's ladder",0
7780,Edyta_Gorniak___Thats_The_Way_I_Feel_About_You,calm,"""That’s The Way I Feel About You  There are roads that can take you to places that you've never been\nThere are people - when you meet them it's\nLike they have lived inside your skin\nThere are souls you connect with so strong\nA bond that's so deep and so true\nAnd that's the way I feel about you\n\nThere are times like a magnet you're drawn into somebody's life\nYou' don't know what you're doing or why you are there\nBut you know it's right\nThere's a sense that the piece that was missing\nHas suddenly come into view\nThat's the way I feel about you\nThat's the way I feel about you\nI believe in this world there is nothing that happens by chance, no\nThere's a reason that at just this particular moment you came\nInto my hands\nLike a gift that you never expected\nBut you'll treasure your whole life trough\nThat's the way I feel about you\nThat's the way I feel about you\n\nLike a gift that you never expected\nBut you'll treasure your whole life trough\nThat's the way I feel about, that's the way I feel about\nThat's the way I feel about you",2
2349,Backstreet_Boys___Ill_Never_Break_Your_Heart,happy,"'I’ll Never Break Your Heart  [Intro: Kevin]\nBaby, I know you\'re hurting\nRight now you feel like\nYou could never love again\nNow all I ask is for a chance\nTo prove that I love you\n\n[Verse 1: AJ & Brian]\nFrom the first day\nThat I saw your smiling face\nHoney, I knew that we would be\nTogether, forever, oh, oh, oh\nOooh, when I asked you out\nYou said ""no"", but I found out\nDarling, that you\'d been hurt\nYou thought that you\'d never love again\n[Pre-Chorus: Brian & AJ]\nI deserve a try honey just once\nGive me a chance and I\'ll prove this all wrong\nYou walked in, you were so quick to judge\nBut honey, he\'s nothing like me\n\n[Chorus: All & Brian]\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI\'ll never make you cry\nI\'d rather die than live without you\nI\'ll give you all of me give you all of me\nHoney, that\'s no lie that\'s no lie\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI\'ll never break your heart, baby\nI\'ll never make you cry\nI never wanna see you cry\nI\'d rather die than live without you\nNo, no, live without you\nI\'ll give you all of me, honey, that\'s no lie\n\n[Verse 2: AJ, Brian & All]\nAs time goes by you will get\nTo know me a little more better\nGirl, that\'s the way love goes baby, baby\nAnd I, I know you\'re afraid know you\'re afraid\nTo let your feelings show feelings show\nAnd I understand\nGirl, it\'s time to let go, ooh\nGirl, it\'s time to let go because\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Brian, AJ & All]\nI deserve a try honey, just once\nGive me a chance\nAnd I\'ll prove this all wrong wrong you walked\nYou walked in\nYou were so quick to judge quick to judge\nBut honey he\'s nothing like me\nDarling, why can\'t you see\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ & Brian]\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI\'ll never make you cry make you cry\nI\'d rather die I\'d rather die\nThan live without you than live without you, girl\nI\'ll give you all of me give you all of me, baby\nHoney, that\'s no lie\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI\'ll never make you cry I\'ll never make you cry\nI\'d rather die than live without you\nDie, can\'t live without you\nI\'ll give you all of me, honey, that\'s no lie\n\n[Bridge: Brian, AJ & All]\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI\'ll never break your heart\nNo way, know how\nGirl, I\'ll never break your heart\nNo way, make you cry\nI swear, oh believe me\nI swear, I swear, honey, I swear\nNo way, know how\nI\'ll do your right\nGirl, I\'ll never break your heart\n\'Cause I know how!\n[Chorus: All, AJ & Brian]\nI\'ll never break your heart\nI would never do that to you, baby\nI\'ll never make you cry oh, just give me a chance\nTo show you show much I love you\nI\'d rather die I would die, rather die\nThan live without you than live without you\nI\'ll give you all of me I would give you the world\nHoney, that\'s no lie\nI\'ll never break your heart I\'ll never, I\'ll never, I\'ll never, I\'ll never\nI\'ll never make you cry I\'ll never, no, I won\'t\nI\'d rather die than live without you baby, honey, I\'d never\nI\'ll give you all of me\nHoney, that\'s no lie I want you, I need youEmbed', 'default'",0
400,Adrienne_Pierce___Lost_And_Found,happy,"""Lost And Found  Eyes like flowers, i love the way you see\nYou see, you see you're the best thing that's happened to me\nMaybe i should fight harder for you\nBut i said i'd let go when you wanted me to\n\nHave no power, i see the way you run\nYou run you run as soon as we start to have fun\nMaybe i will be feel better alone\nOr just feel something, heart is turning to stone\n\nSo, so slow\nCan you feel me letting go\nI, i know that we turn away when the cracks begin to show\nAnd now we're\nSleeping with the television and all the lights on\nOne of us is leaving soon but we're both already gone\nStuck at the lost at found, watch things disappear\nLooking for the missing piece but it was never here\n\nEvery hour, i find a way a way\nA way, a way to convince myself to stay\nBack and forth, i can't juggle\nLying here need to stand up and struggle\n\nIvory tower, i know the what you think you think\nYou think it's making my heart sink\nUnamused, tired of the antics\nSick of arguing over semantics\n\nSo, so slow\nCan you feel me letting go\nI, i know that we turn away when the cracks begin to show\n\nAnd now we're\nSleeping with the television and all the lights on\nOne of us is leaving soon but we're both already gone\nStuck at the lost at found, watch things disappear\nLooking for the missing piece but it was never here",0
1243,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___Halcyon_Days,sad,"""Halcyon Days  There, but for the grace of our Gods go you and I\nDown roads none dare to follow\nSands buried the graves of our former lives\nSmile and wave and let them go\nTo rise above the mires of old days long died\nKnow they won't come again\nLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdays\nTime is a stream with no end in sight\nAs dark as it is cold\nFlowing by as we pray for the source to run dry\nThat we may never grow old\nWe long to rest our tired bones by our fires\nAnd drink to the days\nLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdays\nBorn on our knees we all long\nFor a fawn to sooth and calm\nAnd with our arrows bring her down\nHere, let me rest in your loft for a while\nBefore I have to walk home\nThrough the streets bathed in the light\nOf a thousand fires\nOf a cold and angry world\nIn time we'll reconcile with old days long died\nKnow they won't come again\nLet the years roll in, drown our yesterdays",1
8007,Ella_Fitzgerald___Ive_got_a_crush_on_you,calm,"""I’ve Got A Crush On You  Mmmmm\nI've got a crush on someone, guess who?\nI've got a crush on you, sweetie pie\nAll the day and nighttime, hear me sigh\nI never had the least notion\nThat I could fall with so much emotion\n\nCould you coo? Could you care?\nFor a cunning cottage we could share\nThe world will pardon my mush\n'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you\nHow glad a million laddies\nFrom millionaires to caddies\nWould be to capture me\nBut you had such persistence\nYou wore down my resistance\nI fell and it was swell\n\nYou're my big and brave and handsome Romeo\nHow I won you, I shall never never know\nIt's not that you're attractive\nBut, oh, my heart grew active\nWhen you came into view\n\nI've got a crush on you, sweetie pie\nAll the day and nighttime, hear me sigh\nI never had the least notion\nThat I could fall with so much emotion\n\nCould you coo? Could you care?\nFor a cunning cottage we could share\nThe world will pardon my mush\n'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you",2
964,Altan___The_Pretty_Young_Girl,sad,"""The Pretty Young Girl  This pretty young maid I seek far and wide\nMy heartache each morn with her I don't meet\nWhen I go to the bar, the dance hall or fete\nBut I'd follow her trail in the dead of the night\n\nChorus:\nNow you're the young man that travels afar\nFind me a gem I can have as my wife\nNever yearn or pine for flocks or for kine\nAnd I'll conjure plan that will charm her life\nHave her youthful and fair with no worry or care\nPatient and wise in affairs of all kind\nModest and mild, without too much pride\nThat is my love if she hadn't a dime\n\nChorus\nLet no blemish or shame be attached to her name\nHonest in heart and gentle in mien\nNo hatred or vice to be heard in her voice\nBut cheerful and smiling from morning 'til night\n\nChorus\nAnd I'll charm her life",1
7737,Edenbridge___Perennial_Dreams,sad,"""Perennial Dreams  Album: Aphelion 2003\n\nHow could I ever see\nThis blueprint of reality\nSpoiling for a fight I left no stone unturned\n\nFor ever and one day\nThe gale force in my heart will stay\nAnd I don't care a straw about the lessons learned\n\n[Pre-Chorus:]\nFree I can hear this haunting melody\nEver since the spirits rose in me\n[Chorus:]\nThe shadows of darkness\nOr the light of the world\nLeaving those energetic streams\nA soldier of fortune\nOr a fancier at all\nKeeping on for perennial dreams\n\nWill this tide ever turn\nBefore my restless heart will burn\nThe elfstruck time elapses to the eventide\n\nIt is a game of skill\nAnd it is playing with your will\nThe floatlight marks the harbour there it is my guide\n\n[Pre-Chorus:]\n\n[Chorus:]\n\n[Bridge:]\nThe spangled heaven's gleam\nA neverending stream\nWill arise in my perennial dream\n\n[Chorus:]",1
679,Alexandra_Burke___All_Night_Long,happy,"""All Night Long  [Intro]\nUh-huh\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nOh-oh-oh-oh, no\n\n[Verse 1]\nI see everybody around\nBut it feels like we're in private Ooh-ooh-ooh\nI know you want me so bad Yeah\n'Cause you just can't seem to hide it Ooh-ooh-ooh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe lights are moving to the rhythm of the music\nWhen we're together Everything just comes together, baby\nSo inspired by the moment, we can't lose it\nI hope you're ready\n\n[Chorus]\nAs long as I see the strobe lights\nI'm dancin' all night long\nWhen we're together, baby, I'm feelin' alright\nYou got me all night long\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\n\n[Verse 2]\nTonight the admission is free\nNow we're shuttin' the club down Club down\nOoh-ooh-ooh\nWe're moving out to the streets\nAll we got left is love now Ooh-ooh-ooh\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nFeel my troubles fade into the rhythm of your heartbeat\nWhen we're together Everything just comes together, baby\nEvery motion calls your name, baby, once you saw me\nAnd I hope you're ready\n\n[Chorus]\nAs long as I see the strobe lights\nI'm dancin' all night long Oh-oh, oh\nWhen we're together, baby, I'm feelin' alright\nYou got me all night long\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long All night\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long All night\nAll night, all night All night long All night long\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\n\n[Bridge]\nYou made me forget all my worries\nHelp me put the past behind Oh-oh, oh, oh\nAll 'round us the world's in a hurry\nWhile we stand still in time Ooh-ooh-ooh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThe lights are moving to the rhythm of the music\nWhen we're together Everything just comes together, baby\nSo inspired by the moment, we can't lose it\nAnd I hope you're ready\n\n[Chorus]\nAs long as I see the strobe lights\nI'm dancin' all night long Baby when we're together\nWhen we're together, baby, I'm feelin' alright Alright\nYou got me all night long Oh, ooh, oh\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, all night All night long Hey\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, all night All night long Ooh\nAll night, night, night, night\nSo tell the DJ play it\n\n[Outro]\nIt's only you and me together\nAnd this feeling's so strong\nWish I could stay like this forever\nAll night long\nAll night, all night\nAll night, all night All night long\nAll night, night, night, night\nSaid all night long\nAll night, all night\nAll night, all night Yeah\nAll night, night, night, night",0
8533,Espers___Daughter,sad,"""Daughter  Run into the woods\n\nTalking branches will protect you\n\nFather, come and see\nI'm old enough to fight to my own death\n\nI'm not your favorite one\nI'm not your golden boy\n\nHide beneath a floor\nA winding sheet for warmth and comfort\nFather, come and see\nI'm old enough to lift the gravity\n\nI'm not your favorite one\nI'm not your golden boy",1
8362,Enrique_Iglesias___Say_It,happy,"""Say It  [Intro]\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nDon't tell me if you're leaving in the morning\nI don't wanna have a warning\nIf you're not here\nJust take me\nPlease take me for the last time\nBecause baby, now is not the right time\nFor us to be scared\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes, I know I wasn't perfect when we fought and cried all those nights\nBut the passion that we have is too strong, to give up the fight\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I need you to say it\nIf you really wanna let me go\nBecause I don't believe, you know I don't\nWon't you tell me the truth\nYes, I need you to say it\nIf you really want this love to end\nLook me in the eye and don't pretend\nThat what we have is through\n\n[Verse 2]\nDon't tell me\nIf there is someone else inside you\nDoing all the things that I do\nBecause I don't wanna hear\nJust take me\nDon't want to feel no-more resistance\nNo we don't have to go the distance\nBecause we're already there\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYes, I know I wasn't perfect when we fought and cried all those nights\nBut the passion that we have is too strong, to give up the fight\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSo I need you to say it\nIf you really wanna let me go\nBecause I don't believe, you know I don't\nWon't you tell me the truth\nYes, I need you to say it\nIf you really want this love to end\nLook me in the eye and don't pretend\nThat what we have is through\n\n[Bridge]\nAll those times we fought\nI made you cry\nI'm sorry\n\n[Chorus] [x3]\nSo I need you to say it\nIf you really wanna let me go\nBecause I don't believe, you know I don't\nWon't you tell me the truth\nYes, I need you to say it\nIf you really want this love to end\nLook me in the eye and don't pretend\nThat what we have is through\n\n[Outro]\nI want you to say it\nI need you to say it\nI want you to say it\nI need you to say it\nThat what we have is through\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah",0
9195,Fleet_Foxes___Isles,sad,"""Isles  [Verse 1]\nEveryone stares when you walk in the room\nThey stare when you go\nYou've got so much control\nHow could anyone say no?\nThey rarely do\nThat's why you're you\nAnd why you're winning\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I don't even miss you at all\nNo, no\n[Verse 2]\nCaught in the light, you would idly spin\nYour skeleton ring\nSee it shine when you sing\nTo the window with no meaning\nFrom Tennessee your harmony\nWould leave your spirit\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I don't even miss you at all\nNo, no\n\n[Chorus]\nSilver the shores of isles up north\nBoulevards of dancing boats\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou keep the old ember burning\nWith meadows in mind\nAs the coaches go by\nThese thoughts of you will die\nThey rarely do\nThat's why you're you\nAnd why you're winning\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I don't even miss you at all\nNo, no\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nSilver the shores of isles up north\nBoulevards of dancing boats\n\n[Outro]\nSilver the shores of isles up north2",1
7033,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Burn_It_Down,anger,"""Burn It Down  Jimmy yeah!\nAl yeah!\nFor God's sake, burn it down\n\nI'll only ask you once more\nYou only want to believe\nThis man is looking for someone to hold him down\nHe doesn't quite ever understand the meaning\n\nI never heard about Oscar Wilde\nI don't talk about Brendan Behan\nI don't think about Sean O'Casey\nI don't care about George Bernard Shaw\nHe doesn't care about Samuel Beckett\nHe won't talk about Eugene O'Neill\nEdna O'Brien and Laurence Sterne\nShut it! You don't understand it\nShut it! That's not the way I planned it\nShut it! Shut your mouth 'til you know the truth\n\nI'll only ask you once more\nIt must be so hard to see\nThis man is waiting for someone to hold him down\nHe doesn't quite fully understand the meaning\n\nShut it You don't understand it\nShut it That's not the way I planned it\nShut your fucking mouth 'til you know the truth\n\nOscar Wilde and Brendan Behan\nSean O'Casey, George Bernard Shaw\nSamuel Beckett, Eugene O'Neill\nEdna O'Brien and Laurence Sterne\nSean Kavanaugh and Sean McCann\nBenedict Keilly, Jimmy Hiney\nFrank O'Connor and Catherine Rhine",3
4479,Bryan_Adams___Fits_Ya_Good,calm,"""Fits Ya Good  Waitin' here - For the workin' day to end\nFive o'clock and these walls - Just move in closer\nYou get home so down and worn out - It's understood\nYeah, it fits ya good\nOh, fits ya good\nYeah, it fits ya good\n\nWas a time - You were bringin' me down\nBut I know - It's just the way you look at life\nBut you don't know like I know, baby\nI did all that I could\nNow it fits ya good\nOh, it fits ya good\nYeah, it fits ya good, oh baby\n'Cause you don't know, oh no\nI did all that I could\nNow it fits ya good\nOh, fits ya good\nYeah, it fits ya good, oh baby\nFits ya goodSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",2
5707,Coldplay___Square_One,happy,"""Square One  [Verse 1]\nYou're in control, is there anywhere you wanna go?\nYou're in control, is there anything you wanna know?\nThe future's for discovering\nThe space in which we're travelling\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom the top of the first page\nTo the end of the last day\nFrom the start in your own way\nYou just want…somebody listening to what you say\nIt doesn't matter who you are\n[Verse 2]\nUnder the surface trying to break through\nDeciphering the codes in you\nI need a compass, draw me a map\nI'm on the top, I can't get back\nWoah, woah\n\n[Chorus]\nThe first line of the first page\nTo the end of the last place you were looking\nFrom the start in your own way\nYou just want…somebody listening to what you say\nIt doesn't matter who you are\nIt doesn't matter who you are\n\n[Bridge]\nOooh\nYou just want…somebody listening to what you say\nYou just want…somebody listening to what you say\nIt doesn't matter who you are\nIt doesn't matter who you are\n\n[Outro]\nIs there anybody out there who\nIs lost and hurt and lonely too?\nAre they bleeding all your colours into one?\nAnd if you come undone as if you'd been run through\nSome catapult, it fired you\nYou wonder if your chance'll ever come\nWell, if you're stuck in square oneSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like13",0
8745,Extreme___When_I_First_Kissed_You,happy,"""When I First Kissed You  New York City\nCan be so pretty\nFrom a bird's eye view\nBecause up there\nYeah, that's where I first kissed you\nA modern day romance\nA perfect performance\nActing like two fools\nSaying silly things\nWhisper sweet nothings\nLike young lovers only do\nI was shaking\nYou were breathtaking\nLike the Empire State\nMy voice was so far\nNot quite Sinatra\nSinging songs so great\nThe clock struck one\nThe night still very young\nIn the city that never sleeps\nThen a whirlwind blew\nWhen I first kissed you\nNearly swept me\nSwept me off my feet\n\nWhen I first kissed you\nThat's when I knew\nOh, I was in love\n\nBecause up there\nYeah, that's where\nI first kissed you",0
3879,Bonded_By_Blood___Feed_the_Beast,happy,"""Feed the Beast  Hateful thoughts inside my mind\nFull of rage, you break the bind\nDispensed the shell into my soul\nWithout a bite of self control\nExtinguish the weak\nHave you ever\nFed the beast\nWell, now it's time\nTo feed the beast\nHave you ever\nFed the beast\nWell, now it's time\nTo feed the beast\nFor my fury, you're to blame\nNow I'll suffocate the flames\nMalicious intent, driving me insane\nSomething so wicked\nI can't explain\nExtinguish the weak\nHave you ever\nFed the beast\nWell, now it's time\nTo feed the beast\nHave you ever\nFed the beast\nWell, now it's time\nTo feed the beast\nCome get some\nBroken bones\nFace torn open\nPunctured liver\nPissing blood\nShed some tears\nBeg for mercy\nLeft to die\nEternal flood\nExtinguish the weak\nMission accomplished\nNow you're done\nHope you had your share of fun\nIt was a blast to say the least\nYou should've never fed the beast\nExtinguish the weak",0
8344,Enigma___Goodbye_Milky_Way,sad,"""Goodbye, Milky Way  Shall I go, shall I stay\n107 light years away?\nMany times, so many doubts\nBut no reason, to talk about\nMission is over, mission is done\nI will miss you children of the sun\nNow it's time, to go away\nGoodbye, goodbye Milky Way\n\nFor a better world, without hate\nFollow your heart, believe in fate\nOnly visions, and the mind\nWill guide you, to the light\nMission is over, mission is done\nI will miss you, children of the sun\nNow it's time, to go and say\nGoodbye, goodbye Milky Way\n\nMission is over, mission is done\nI will miss you children of the sun\nI go home, until someday\nI say goodbye, goodbye Milky Way!\n\nIn 5 billion years\nThe Andromeda galaxy will collide with our Milky Way\nA new, gigantic, cosmic world, will be born",1
5639,Coheed_and_Cambria___Mother_Superior,sad,"""Mother Superior  [Verse 1]\nHere, sleep at the bottom of Hell\nYour time has come to pick the road\nYou'll walk in this tale\n\nTurned and as a coward, you've learned\nThrough sickness and health, there's only one\nNow go and bite your tongue\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand\nNo, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man\nLittle baby, kicking, you scream and whine\nVictims pay the price, eventually - the cost? Let's see... your life\nYou've got nothing to prove\nStay afraid, young brother\nYou've got nothing to prove\n\n[Chorus]\nYour answer is in there, just stare down the barrel\nYour sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one\nTonight, you'll find the right\nIn the pull of the trigger, now bite\nYoung fools, don't cry anymore\n\n[Verse 2]\nA fear sleeps inside your stomach, it swells\nA torn boy alone, in need of fix\nAnd the pinch that cures the itch\n\nFor too long, this little baby has cried on\nFor tomorrow, we'll sing the words and song\nOf a time we're glad's long gone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand\nNo, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be that man\nLittle baby, kicking, you scream and whine\nVictims pay the price, eventually - the cost? Let's see... your life\nYou might also likeYou've got nothing to prove\nStay afraid, young brother\nYou've got nothing to prove\n\n[Chorus]\nYour answer is in there, just stare down the barrel\nYour sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one\nTonight, you'll find the right\nIn the pull of the trigger, now bite\nYoung fools, don't cry\n\n[Bridge]\nMother Superior, come catch the rabbit, he runs\nMy, how've you been?\nYou're frightened of leaving this truly gone-fishing amalgam\nGo fetch your gun\n\n[Chorus]\nYour answer is in there, just stare down the barrel\nYour sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one\nTonight, you'll find the right\nIn the pull of the trigger, now bite\nYoung fools, don't cry\n\n[Outro]\nNot anymore, don't cry, boy\nNot anymore, don't cry, boy\nNot anymore, don't cry, boy\nWhen you're sick to the stomach\nJust pull out the knife, oh no\nDon't cry, boy\nNot anymore, don't cry, boy\nNot anymore, don't cry, boy\nWhen you're sick to the stomach\nJust pull out the knife, oh no",1
5693,Coldplay___Careful_Where_You_Stand,sad,"""Careful Where You Stand  [Verse 1]\nI feel safe\nI feel warm\nWhen you're here\nAnd I do no wrong\nI am cured when I'm by your side\nI'm alright\nI'm alright\n\n[Verse 2]\nI am safe when I am with you\nAnd I feel warm if you want me to\nI am cured when I'm by your side\nI'm alright\n[Chorus]\nCareful where you stand my love\nCareful where you lay your head\nIt's true we're always looking out for one another\n\n[Verse 2]\nI feel safe when I am with you\nI feel warm when you want me to\nI am cured when you are around\nI'm alright\n\n[Chorus]\nCareful where you stand my love\nCareful where you lay your head\nIt's true we're always looking out for one another\n\n[Outro]\nSo I like a quiet time please\nYeah I like a quiet time\n\nOoh, ah ooh, ah ooh\nOoh, ah ooh, ah ooh\nAnd careful where you stand\nAnd careful where you standSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like4",1
623,Alan_Jackson___Hole_In_The_Wall,happy,"'Hole in the Wall  [Verse 1]\nThere\'s a hole in the wall\nWhere a nail used to be\nA nail that held a picture of\nThe one that once held me\nNow that wall\'s tellin\' me\nWhat I don\'t wanna hear\nI\'m tired of the word ""fool""\nRingin\' in my ears\n\n[Chorus]\nOh I guess a saner man\nWould simply paint it\nBut I\'m not sane and after all\nIt\'s my wall, ain\'t it\nI\'ve got this hammer in my hand\nAnd when I\'m through\nThere\'ll be a hole in that wall\nBig enough to drive a truck through\n[Bridge]\nWhen you lose the greatest love\nYou\'ve ever had\nA little hole in the wall\nIs enough to drive you mad\n\n[Chorus]\nOh I guess a saner man\nWould simply paint it\nBut I\'m not sane and after all\nIt\'s my wall, ain\'t it\nI\'ve got this hammer in my hand\nAnd when I\'m through\nThere\'ll be a hole in that wall\nBig enough to drive a truck through\n\n[Outro]\nOh I\'ve got this hammer in my hand\nAnd when I\'m through\nThere\'ll be a hole in that wall\nBig enough to drive a truck throughYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4250,Brian_Wilson___Surfs_Up,happy,"""Surf’s Up  - Part 1 -\n\n[Verse 1]\nA diamond necklace played the pawn\nHand in hand some drummed along, oh\nTo a handsome mannered baton bygone, bygone\n\n[Verse 2]\nA blind class aristocracy\nBack through the opera glass you see\nThe pit and the pendulum drawn bygone, bygone\n[Bridge]\nColumnated ruins domino\nCanvass the town and brush the backdrop\nAre you sleeping?\n\n[Verse 3]\nHung velvet overtaken me\nDim chandelier awaken me\nTo a song dissolved in the dawn bygone, bygone\n\n[Verse 4]\nThe music hall, a costly bow\nThe music, all is lost for now\nTo a muted trumperter swan bygone, bygone\n\n[Bridge]\nColumnated ruins domino\nCanvass the town and brush the backdrop\nAre you sleeping, Brother John?\n\n- Part 2 -\n\n[Verse 1]\nDove-nested towers the hour was\nStrike the street quicksilver moon\nCarriage across the fog\nTwo-Step to lamp lights cellar tune\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nThe laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne\nThe glass was raised, the fired rose\nThe fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting\nWhile at port, adieu or die\n\n[Verse 3]\nA choke of grief hard hardened, I\nBeyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry\n\n[Verse 4]\nSurf's up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm\nAboard a tidal wave\nCome about hard and join\nThe young and often spring you gave\nI heard the word\nWonderful thing\nA children's song\n\n- Part 3 [Children Is Father Of The Man Reprise] -\n\n[Refrain]\nA children's song Child, child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nHave you listened as they played? Child, child, the child, father of child\nTheir song is love Child, child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nAnd the children know the way Child, child, the child, father of child\nA children's song Child, child, the child, the child, father of child\nHave you listened as they played? Child, child, the child, father of child\nTheir song is love That's why the child is father of the man\nAnd the children know the way Child, child, the child, father of child\nA-child\n\n- End of the Second Movement -",0
588,Al_Green___You_Ought_To_Be_With_Me,happy,"""You Ought to Be with Me  Sit right down and talk to me\nAbout how you want to be\nYou ought to be with me\nYeah, you ought to be with me\n\nThinking 'bout what people do\nTalking 'bout how I love you\nThinking there's nothing to what they say\nYou're going to be with me anyway\n\nThey don't want to see us do\nAll of the things we want to\nYou ought to be with me\nHey, you ought to be with me\nYou don't have to waste my time\nIf you want to be a friend of mine\nYou can leave me now and walk away\nAnd turn your back for another day\nOh baby, yeah yeah\n\nOught to be the kind of girl\nThat can brighten this old world\nAnd it's hard to see why you and me\nCan't be together happily\n\nI'm trying to realize\nYou being with some other guy\nI don't know the reason why\nYou oughta be with me until I die\nHey, you ought to be with me until I die\n\nI don't want to waste my time\nIf you want to be a friend of mine\nI wanna hold you tight, love you right\nPut good feeling in your night",0
5628,Code_64___Guardian,calm,"'Guardian  Please carry me\nOver land over sea\nI hear your voice so clear\nI wonder if you can see me\nPlease guide me\nThrough times like these\n\nMy best regards to you\nWe will raise our voices for you\nWe remember great deeds performed by you\nOur best regards to you\nWithout fear you seek more\nLike an eagle testing her wings\nYou go higher than before\nClearly I hear your voice\nPlease carry me\nOver land\nOver sea\n\nMy best regards to you\nWe will raise our voices for you\nWe remember great deeds performed by you\nOur best regards to youYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
4412,Bruce_Channel___Hey_Baby,happy,"""Hey! Baby  [Chorus]\nHey\nHey, baby\nI wanna know\nIf you'll be my girl\n\n[Chorus]\nHey\nHey, baby\nI wanna know\nIf you'll be my girl\n[Verse 1]\nWhen I saw you walkin' down the street\nI said that's the kind of gal I'd like to meet\nShe's so pretty, Lord, she's fine\nI'm gonna make her mine all mine\n\n[Chorus]\nHey\nHey, baby\nI wanna know\nIf you'll be my girl\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen you turned and walked away\nThat's when I wanna say\nCome on, baby, give me a whirl\nI wanna know if you'll be my girl\n\n[Chorus]\nHey\nHey, baby\nI wanna know\nIf you'll be my girl\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen you turned and walked away\nThat's when I wanna say\nCome on, baby, give me a whirl\nI wanna know if you'll be my girl\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nHey\nHey, baby\nI wanna know\nIf you'll be my girl\n\n[Outro]\nHey\nHey-ey-ey-ey",0
8727,Exodus___Shroud_Of_Urine,anger,"""Shroud of Urine  Christ on a cross\nSuch a symbol of loss\nSince what seems like the dawn of time\nIt's just an engine of grief\nYeah, a bloody belief\nOne that has no reason or rhyme\nYou're cruci-fucked\nAnd you're out of luck\nIf you put your faith in the flock\nYour only sin\nIs when you piss in the wind\nThey've never had any key to the lock\nI believe in nothing\nLeast of all in the word of shit\nSo hide in your shroud of urine\nBecause I can't take the smell of it\n\nGod isn't great\nJust an icon of hate\nIntolerance and despise\nBelieve in me\nAnd I will set you free\nI never heard a bigger pack of lies\nIt's ludicrous\nThat any one of us\nWould want to be led by the blind\nIt's all in vain\nIt'll be your bane\nIf you're looking for the divine\n\nI believe in nothing\nLeast of all in the word of shit\nSo hide in your shroud of urine\nBecause I can't take the smell of it\n\nForgive and forget\nSuch an empty threat\nReligion at the end of the blade\nThe insanity\nOf Christianity\nIs just a fucking masquerade\nYou're cruci-fucked\nAnd you're out of luck\nIf you put your faith in the flock\nYour only sin\nIs when you piss in the wind\nThey've never had any key to the lock\nYou might also likeI believe in nothing\nLeast of all in the word of shit\nSo hide in your shroud of urine\nBecause I can't take the smell of it",3
2120,Audioslave___Gasoline,anger,"'Gasoline  [Verse 1]\nHouse is haunted\nI just want to go for a ride\nOut and on\nBefore I set this room alight\nLeft alone\nForever, and for crimes unclear\nWith my patience gone\nSomeone take me far from here\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, burning that gasoline\nYeah, burning that gasoline\n[Verse 2]\nNew day yawning\nAnother day of solitaire\nHouse is honest\nClearly more than I can bear\nDrag me off\nBefore I set my world on fire\nOut and gone\nThe sun will never set tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, burning that gasoline\nYeah, burning that gasoline\n\n[Bridge]\nNo ""What fors""\nOnly a can of red\nIt says danger on it\nI have found another way\n\n[Chorus]\nBurning that gasoline\nYeah, burning that gasoline\n\n[Outro]\nBurning it all the way\nBurning it all the wayYou might also like5Embed', 'default'",3
2639,Beck___Sexx_Laws,happy,"""Sexx Laws  [Verse 1]\nCan't you hear those cavalry drums\nHijacking your equilibrium?\nMidnight snacks in the mausoleum\nWhere the pixilated doctors moan\nCarnivores in the Kowloon night\nBreathing freon by the candlelight\nCoquettes bitch slap you so polite\n'Til you thank them for the tea and sympathy Ogh-ah\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to defy\nThe logic of all sex laws\nLet the handcuffs slip off your wrists\nI'll let you be my chaperone\nAt the halfway home\nI'm a full-grown man\nBut I'm not afraid to cry\n[Verse 2]\nNeptune's lips taste like fermented wine\nPerfumed blokes on the Ginza line\nRunning buck wild like a concubine\nWhose mother never held her hand\nBrief encounters in Mercedes Benz\nWearing hepatitis contact lens\nBed and breakfast getaway weekends\nWith Sports Illustrated moms\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to defy\nThe logic of all sex laws\nLet the handcuffs slip off your wrists\nI'll let you be my chaperone\nAt the halfway home\nI'm a full-grown man\nBut I'm not afraid to cry\n\n[Instrumental Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to defy\nThe logic of all sex laws\nLet the handcuffs slip off your wrists\nI'll let you be my chaperone\nAt the halfway home\nI'm a full-grown man\nBut I'm not afraid to crySee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like5",0
4566,Burning_Spear___Slavery_Days,anger,"""Slavery Days  [Chorus]\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\n\n[Verse 1]\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nAn' they beat us, an' they worked us so hard\nAn' they used us, 'til they refuse us\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\n[Verse 2]\nThe big-fat boat\nUsually pull it, me pull it\nWe must pull it, with shackles around our necks\nLeave behind the [?]\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy brother feels it\nIncluding my sisters too\nSome of us survive\nShowing them that we are still alive\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\nDo you remember the days of slavery?\n\n[Verse 4]\nHistory can recall, history can recall\nHistory can recall the days of slavery\nOh, slavery days!\nOh, slavery days!\nYou might also like[Outro]\nTry and remember, please remember\nDo you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you\nOh, slavery days!\nOh, slavery days!",3
6562,Dave_Gahan___I_Need_You,sad,"'I Need You  [Intro]\nI need you\nI need you\nI need you\nI need you\n\n[Verse 1]\nI\'m asking my friend, ""I need you again\nCan you do something for me?""\nTime it just passed and we had some laughs\nMaybe it\'s just about greed\n[Chorus 1]\nYou\'ll always need me much more\nThan I need you\nYou\'ll always need me much more\nI need you\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2]\nI\'ll ask you again but I don\'t think you\'ve changed\nYou never did nothing for me\nI wonder sometimes if you\'re looking down\nOn everything that you see\n\nWith all of your gold stories all told\nSome things just aren\'t meant to be\nYou live in the past shadows don\'t last\nThis time it\'s all about me\n\n[Chorus 2]\nYou\'ll always need me much more than I need you\nYou\'ll always need me much more\nYou\'ll always need me much more than I need you\nYou\'ll always need me much more\nI need you\nYou\'ll always need me much more than I need you\nI need you\nYou\'ll always need me much more\nI need you\nI need youYou might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
5342,Chris_Garneau___The_Leaving_Song,sad,"""The Leaving Song  I, I know you like it\nI, I know you do\nI have made a ruckus\nAnd I made it for you\nYou, you, you, you, you\nYou, you, you, you, you\nYou are all I know\nYou are all I know\nGo, go, go, go\nGo, just go\nSing, sing, sing\nOf leaving songs\nLike you're leaving\nGoodbye\nGoodbye",1
7211,Dinosaur_Jr___Goin_Home,sad,"""Goin’ Home  [Verse 1]\nIn the place you said you'd meet me\nI don't see you hanging around\nI'm going home\n\nIf that's all you ever tell me\nSeems you don't want to be found\nI'm going home\n\nDon't come over, I can't get lower\nNo more meeting, I been beaten\nGot a blast of what I should be busy doing\nGuess I'm low\nI'm going home\n\nI want to tell you that I miss you\nBut I'm pissed you blew me off\nI'm going home\n\nNo more meeting, I been beaten\nGo ahead fake it, I can't shake it\n\n[Chorus]\nI breathe all alone for you\nI need, nothing I can do\n\n[Verse 2]\nVibes are pounding\nThe tension's mounting\nWrapped around me feeling tight\nI'm going home\n\nIf you're casting out some psycho\nNeed-me tantrum, I won't bite\nI'm going home\n\nOn a day that's burning this crazed\nDon't tempt me 'cause I might\nI'm going home\nYou might also likeIf it's going to be the last time\nWell then maybe it's alright\nI'm going home\n\nIt's inside, but go ahead fight it\nI've about had it, go ahead grab it\nI can't take it, go ahead fake it\n\n[Chorus]\nI breathe all alone for you\nI need and you know it's true\nI breathe all alone for you\nI need, but nothing I can do\n\n[Outro]\nPeople tell me that you miss me and I guess I'm doin' fine2",1
956,Alphawezen___Speed_Of_Light,calm,"""Speed Of Light  Touch me, I am losing shape\nLook, I am invisible, can you say my name\n\nIs there a perfect sky that we came from?\nWe`ll be like stars forever shining on\n\nCatch me, I am almost there\nHow can I be near, I am high-speed, I am everywhere\n\nI could`t catch your smile\nYou were blinded by another sight\nI could't say good-bye\nYou were traveling at the speed of light\nYou and me, we never crossed the boundary\nThat`s how I know you - I can hear you say\nYou and me, we never unveil mysteries\nOnce we were shining - we never tried again\n\nYou and me, we never crossed the boundary\nThat`s how I know you - I can hear you say\nYou and me, always drowning separately\nWhen I try to reach you - you are miles away\n\nYou and me, we never unveil mysteries\n\nTouch me, I am losing shape\nLook, I am invisible, can you say my name\n\nIs there a perfect sky that we came from?\nWe`ll be like stars forever shining on\n\nCatch me, I am almost there\nHow can I be near, I am high-speed, I am everywhere\n\nYou could`t read my mind\nHow I wanted you to hold me tight\nI could`t save that night\nIt was passing by at the speed of light\nYou might also likeYou and me, we never crossed the boundary\nThat`s how I know you - I can hear you say\nYou and me, we never unveil mysteries\nOnce we were shining - we never tried again\n\nWe are flesh and we are free\nWe are driftwood in the sea\nFrom the distance we are stars\nLike there is a face on Mars\n\nWe are lost and we are one\nWe are neighbors to the sun\nSlowly drifting out of sight\nTraveling at the speed of light\n\nWe are flesh and we are free\nWe are driftwood in the sea\nFrom the distance we are stars\nLike there is a face on Mars\n\nWe are lost and we are one\nWe are neighbors to the sun\nSlowly drifting out of sight\nTraveling at the speed of light\n\nWe are flesh and we are free\nWe are driftwood in the sea\nFrom the distance we are stars\nLike there is a face on Mars\nWe are lost and we are one\nWe are neighbors to the sun\nSlowly drifting out of sight\nTraveling at the speed of light\n\nWe are flesh and we are free\nWe are driftwood in the sea\nFrom the distance we are stars\nLike there is a face on Mars\n\nWe are lost and we are one\nWe are neighbors to the sun\nSlowly drifting out of sight…",2
1178,Amy_Winehouse___What_It_Is,sad,"""What It Is  [Verse 1]\nI can see you ahead of me\nBut I'm not always forward-thinking\nI'll tell you what you want to hear\nIt depends on what I've been drinking\n'Cause everything I do or say\nMakes it hard for you to stay\nWe both know what it is\nNowadays, we talk too much\nLike you're forgetting all the good shit\nYou decide what's wrong with me\nI always used to let you say\nBut now I like to think out loud\nYou're running with some different crowd\nWe both know what it is\n[Chorus]\nI don't know you anymore\nSupposed to be the man that I live my life by\nAnd your attitude become a bore\nAnd I'm so tired, I can't even cry, cry\n\n[Verse 2]\nMister-ultra-sensitive\nI'll never let myself forget you\nMessed each other up, you know\nSo, I'm sorry if I upset you\nTomorrow is another day so I'll call you cause that's okay\nWe both know what it is\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know you anymore\nSupposed to be the man that I live my life by\nI live my life and your attitude become a bore\nAnd I'm so tired, I can't even cry\nI can't even cry\n\n[Verse 3]\nRelationship, dust and remains\nWe resonate on different planes\nI could cut you down again\nIf you was like all other men\nIf you were like all other men\nI know that I could shut you down again\nBut my friend, but my friend\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI don't know you anymore\nSupposed to be the man that I live my life by\nI live my life\nYour attitude become a bore\nAnd I'm so tired, I can't even cry\nI don't know you anymore\nSupposed to be the man that I live my life by\nOh, your attitude become a bore\nAnd I'm so tired, I can't even cry, ooh1",1
5941,Cradle_Of_Filth___Summer_Dying_Fast,anger,"""Summer Dying Fast  Through acrid clouds of summer flies\nThe garden swells with a thousand more wise\nForever flung to celestial dreams\nClawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene\n\nI watch the storm approaching\nThe darkness calls my name\nThe trees are growing restless\nThey feel the season change\nTheir fruit has putrefied\nForbidden once and bound to die\nThe thread of life lies severed\nOn the brink of paradise\nGrinning winds of hate unfurled\nTowers tall that grip the sun\nTalons stretch 'neath her veil\nReclamation, our time has come\n\nAutumn spreads its golden wings\nAnd lays the path for those unseen\nA tangled web of evil spun at last\nWinter spawn from barren thighs\nTo readdress, to slay the blind\nAnd throw the reins untethered to the skies\n\nThey pray to the full moon rising\nDiana moving with such infinite grace\nWrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall\nHow many secrets can they read by your face?\n\nWill they know of majesty\nOf beauty held in dream-dead sleep\nAnd scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?\nWill their God of bridled love\nAssuage our rule from planes above\nOr shrink in fear from chaos roused for war?\n\nWar!\nYou might also likeWrest askew the nails\nThat have held you, lurking deep\nSeptember prayers are waning\nBurn the shrines of fettered sheep\nSpearhead the insurrection\nOf a world that seeks no end\nWe are what we were, what we shall be, again\nAgain\n\nAppear; draped in terror\nTo the comfort of your kin\nStain the milky sunset red\nAnd let the others in\n\nSummer's dying...",3
5679,Coldfinger___Cover_Sleeve,sad,"""Cover Sleeve  I wonder if i ever let you down\nDid you keep on moving\nI wonder, when i took my feet from off your ground\nDid you keep on going\n\nIf you ever need me, just remember\nAll the times when we wandered free\nIf you ever miss me, don't you know\nThat i feel the same way\n\nI wonder, did i ever fail you\nDid you give up dreaming\nI wonder, when i had to go\nDid you stop believing\nDon't you know every sould must grow older\nBut our past belongs to you\nAnd it should make you stronger\n\nIf you ever need me, just remember\nAll the times when we wandered free\nIf you ever miss me, don't you know\nThat i feel the same way\n\nDon't stop moving, you must keep on going\nDon't you stop believing, you should go on dreaming\nDon't stop moving, you must keep on going\nDon't you stop believing\n'cause its people like you that make the world go...\n\nIf you ever need me, just remember\nAll the times when we wandered free\nIf you ever miss me, don't you know\nThat i feel the same way\n\nIf you ever need me, just remember\nAnd i'll always be there\nIf you ever miss me, don't you know\n...don't you know...\n...we will meet again\n...we will meet again",1
2471,Barry_White___You_See_The_Trouble_With_Me,happy,"""You See the Trouble with Me  [Verse 1]\nI'm like a blind man who lost his way\nI can't see nothin'\nI'm like a deaf man who can't relay\nYeah, I can't hear nothin'\n\n[Chorus]\nYou see the trouble with me\nI can't do nothin' without my baby\nAnd as plain as can be\nIt's gonna drive me crazy\n[Verse 2]\nI walk the lonely streets late at night\nCold and lonely\nEverything I do is wrong, never right\nI'm lonely for her only\n\n[Chorus]\nSee the trouble with me\nI can't do nothin' without my baby\nAnd as plain as can be\nIt's gonna drive me crazy\n\n[Outro]\nSee the trouble with me\nI can't do nothin' without my baby\nAnd as plain as can be\nIt's gonna drive me crazy\nSee the trouble with me\nI can't do nothin' without my baby\nAnd as plain as can be\nIt's gonna drive me crazy",0
899,All_Saints___War_Of_Nerves,sad,"""War of Nerves  [Verse 1: Shaznay]\nMonday on the line\nWhen you know that now's the time\nTo leave and be free\nAware of your destiny\nWhen that moment arrives\nWild visions through the mind\nAnd all I see is what used to be\nMy life could soon be a memory\n\n[Chorus: Shaznay with Natalie]\nI don't ever wanna feel pain\nWanna be ready when you call my name\nI don't ever wanna feel fear\n'Cause every night feels alright when you're near\n[Verse 2: Melanie with Nicole]\nBattle through this wall of nerves\nWhen your life, it takes a turn\nAnd what I have is what I fear\nWhile in my mind, you're lying here\nFear that unholy dread\nThere's a piece of me in all he says\nAll kinds of weird stuff inside my head\nThe stage fright in my own bed\n\n[Chorus: Shaznay with Melanie & Natalie]\nI don't ever wanna feel pain\nWanna be ready when you call my name\nI don't ever wanna feel fear\n'Cause every night feels alright when you're near\n\n[Bridge: Natalie & Shaznay]\nDon't wanna be like a voice without words\n'Cause I need you here with me\nDon't wanna be alone in this world\nWill I suppress my fear\nAnd will I beat this war of nerves?\n\n[Chorus: Shaznay with Melanie & Natalie]\nI don't ever wanna feel pain\nWanna be ready when you call my name\nI don't ever wanna feel fear\n'Cause every night feels alright when you're near\nI don't ever wanna feel pain\nWhen it's over, will I feel the same?\nI don't ever wanna feel fear\nThis war of nerves that I reserve for when you're here\nI don't ever wanna feel pain\nI'm feeling hurt, but I feel no shame\nI don't ever wanna feel fear\nDo I deserve these cruel words we have here?",1
1870,Arsis___Worship_Depraved,anger,"'Worship Depraved  Stained by the wine\nA celebration guilt in ordinary time\nProfaneness enshrine, the abode of the blessed\nAbode of the blessed\nAnd we shall be the bearers\nOf the untainted darkness\nThat descends for all time\n\nLet Mary sleep forever\nSordid dreams, she must be bound\nOnce faithful followers scream\nSet Barabbas free!\nThe chilling chants of the carcass choir\nRosaries inverted and strung upon the razor wire\nScream out, and proudly wear the mark\nWe, the bearers of the untainted dark\n\nSo stain the cloth forever\nSordid dreams of lust be bound\nCommence the ceremony\nFor at dusk we shall worship depravedYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
6027,Crosby__Stills__Nash___Just_A_Song_Before_I_Go,sad,"""Just a Song Before I Go  [Intro]\nJust a song before I go\nTo whom it may concern\nTraveling twice the speed of sound\nIt's easy to get burned\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhen the shows were over\nWe had to get back home\nAnd when we opened up the door\nI had to be alone\n[Verse 2]\nShe helped me with my suitcase\nShe stands before my eyes\nDriving me to the airport\nAnd to the friendly skies\n\n[Verse 3]\nGoing through security\nI held her for so long\nShe finally looked at me in love\nAnd she was gone\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nJust a song before I go\nA lesson to be learned\nTraveling twice the speed of sound\nIt's easy to get burned",1
5663,Cold___Bleed,sad,"""Bleed  I'm feeling crossed, I take it inside\nBurn up the pain, my thoughts are strange\nJust like the things I used to know\nJust like the tree that fell, I heard it\nIf art is still inside I feel it\n\nI wanna' bleed, show the world all that I have inside\nI wanna' show you all the pain\nI wanna' scream, let the blood flow that keeps me alive\nI wanna' make you feel the same\nTake all these strings, they call my veins\nWrap them around, every fucking thing\nPresence of people not for me\nWell I must remain in tune forever\nMy love is music, I will marry melody\n\nI wanna' bleed show the world all that I have inside\nI wanna' show you all the pain\nI wanna' scream let the blood flow that keeps me alive\nI wanna' make you feel the same\nI said\nI wanna bleed\nI wanna feel\nShow you all the pain\nI wanna scream\nI wanna feel\nMake you feel the same\n\nWon't you let me take you for a ride\nYou can stop the world, try to change my mind\nWon't you let me show you how it feels\nYou can stop the world, but you won't change me\nI need music\nI need music\nI need music\nTo set me free\nTo let me bleed",1
9003,Fever_Ray___Concrete_Walls,sad,"""Concrete Walls  [Chorus]\nI live between concrete walls\nWhen I took her up she was so warm\nI live between concrete walls\nIn my arms she was so warm\n\n[Verse 1]\nEyes are open and mouth cries\nHaven't slept since summer\nEyes are open and mouth cries\nHaven't slept since summer\n[Chorus]\nI live between concrete walls\nWhen I took her up she was so warm\nI live between concrete walls\nIn my arms she was so warm\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh how I try\nI leave the TV on\nAnd the radio\nOh how I try\nI leave the TV on\nAnd the radio\n\n[Chorus]\nI live between concrete walls\nWhen I took her up she was so warm\nI live between concrete walls\nIn my arms she was so warm\n\n[Outro]\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radio\nAnd the radioYou might also like1",1
5867,Counting_Crows___Round_Here,sad,"'Round Here  [Verse 1]\nStep out the front door like a ghost into a fog\nWhere no one notices the contrast of white on white\nIn between the moon and you, the angels get a better view\nOf the crumbling difference between wrong and right\nWell, I walk in the air between the rain\nThrough myself and back again\nWhere? I don\'t know\nMaria says she\'s dying\nThrough the door, I hear her crying\nWhy? I don\'t know\n[Chorus]\n\'Round here, we always stand up straight\n\'Round here, something radiates\n\n[Verse 2]\nMaria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand\nShe said she\'d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis\nAnd she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land\nJust like she\'s walking on a wire in the circus\nShe parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off\nSays she\'s close to understanding Jesus\nAnd she knows she\'s more than just a little misunderstood\nShe has trouble acting normal when she\'s nervous\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Round here, we\'re carving out our names\n\'Round here, we all look the same\n\'Round here, we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs\n\'Round here, she\'s slipping though my hands\n\n[Bridge]\nSleeping children better run like the wind\nOut of the lightning dream\nMama\'s little baby better get herself in\nOut of the lightning\nSee Counting Crows LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Verse 3]\nShe says, ""It\'s only in my head""\nShe says, ""Shh, I know it\'s only in my head""\nBut the girl on the car in the parking lot\nSays, ""Man, you should try to take a shot\nCan\'t you see my walls are crumbling?""\nThen she looks up at the building\nAnd says she\'s thinking of jumping\nShe says she\'s tired of life\nShe must be tired of something\n\n[Chorus]\n\'Round here, she\'s always on my mind\n\'Round here, hey man, got lots of time\nRound here, we\'re never sent to bed early\nMan, nobody makes us wait\n\'Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late\n\nI, I can\'t see nothing, nothing \'round here\nYou catch me if I\'m falling, you catch me if I\'m falling\nWill you catch me? \'Cause I\'m falling down on you\n\n[Outro]\nI said I\'m under the gun \'round here\nOh man, I said I\'m under the gun \'round here\nWell I can\'t see nothing, nothing \'round here12Embed', 'default'",1
3540,Bloc_Party___One_More_Chance,happy,"""One More Chance  [Refrain]\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance to love you\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance to love you\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo open the door and calm down\nCan't you see that I'm trying?\nDon't say another word about the other boy\nCan't you see that I'm dying?\n[Chorus]\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\nThese hands will come around\nYou'll love their touch again\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\n\n[Refrain]\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance to love you\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance\nGive me one more chance to love you\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo open the door and calm down\nCan't you see that I'm trying?\nDon't say another word about the other boy\nCan't you see that I'm dying?\n\n[Chorus]\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\nThese hands will come around\nYou'll love their touch again\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOne more chance\nGive me one more chance\nOne more chance\nGive me one more chance\nOne more chance\nGive me one more chance to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\nThese hands will come around\nYou'll love their touch again\nThis time things will be different\nAnd you're gonna see, see\n\n[Outro]\nSee\nSee\nSee\nSee1",0
9566,Frida_Hyvönen___today__tuesday,sad,"""Today, Tuesday  Today is Tuesday, I got your letter days ago\nIt was printed out and kept in my purse\nAs a substitute for the missing daylight\nOf a jet-lagged insomniac\n\nI am back in this part of the universe\nIt changed behind my back\nAnd the place where I left my centre\nGot lost in the action\n\nOo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nOh-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nI do not remember the shape of my plan\nI do not remember the shape of my plan\nIt's gone a little winterish here, but no snow yet\nOnly crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground\nAfter they've fallen down, as a taste of what's to come\n\nI'm having a new watchtower built\nDifferent but not quite\nSo that the missing angles\nMight find their way home\n\nOo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nOo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nSpending my days trying to trust that they will\nSpending my days trying to trust that they will\n\nSurvived that flight sleeping, it was days ago\nAnd in the buzzing unreality of airports\nThe whole trip was reduced to a dream\nAnd stored in my head\n\nAnd in an ocean not so far away from here\nYour name's become a mantra on repeat\nThe underwater creatures in me\nAre chanting your name\n\nOo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nOo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings?\nDo they remember the shape of my plan?\nDo they remember the shape of my plan?\nDo they remember the shape of my plan?\nDo they remember the shape of my plan?",1
2210,Avril_Lavigne___Girlfriend,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsGirlfriend  [Chorus]\nHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend\nNo way, no way, I think you need a new one\nHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend\nHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me\nNo way, no way, you know it's not a secret\nHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious\nI think about you all the time, you're so addictive\nDon't you know what I can do to make you feel alright?\nDon't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious\nAnd hell yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' princess\nI can tell you like me too and you know I'm right\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe's like so whatever\nYou could do so much better\nI think we should get together now\nAnd that's what everyone's talkin' about\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend\nNo way, no way, I think you need a new one\nHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend\nHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me\nNo way, no way, you know it's not a secret\nHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can see the way, I see the way you look at me\nAnd even when you look away, I know you think of me\nI know you talk about me all the time again and again\nSo come over here So come over here and tell me what I wanna hear\nBetter yet, make your girlfriend disappear\nI don't wanna hear you say her name ever again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBecause she's like so whatever\nAnd you could do so much better\nI think we should get together now\nAnd that’s what everyone’s talkin' about\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Chorus]\nHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend\nNo way, no way, I think you need a new one\nHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend\nHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me\nNo way, no way, you know it's not a secret\nHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend\n\n[Bridge]\nOh In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger\n'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better\nThere's no other, so when's it gonna sink in?\nShe's so stupid, what the hell were you thinkin'?\nOh In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger\n'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better\nThere's no other, so when's it gonna sink in?\nShe's so stupid, what the hell were you thinkin'?\n\n[Chorus]\nHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend Hey, hey\nNo way, no way, I think you need a new one No way, no way\nHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend Hey, hey\nNo way, no way\nHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me Hey, hey\nNo way, no way, you know it's not a secret No way, no way\nHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend Hey, hey\nNo way, no way\nHey, hey Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend\nNo way, no way No way, no way, I think you need a new one\nHey, hey Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend No way, no way\nHey! Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me Hey, hey\nNo way! No way, no way, you know it's not a secret No way, no way\nHey! Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend Hey, hey\nNo way, no way\nHey, hey34",0
71,A_Perfect_Circle___Thomas,anger,"""Thomas  [Verse]\nHumble and helpless and learning to pray\nPraying for visions to show me the way\n\n[Chorus]\nShow me the way to forgive you\nAllow me to let it go\nAllow me to be forgiven\nShow me the way to let go\n\nShow me the way to forgive you\nAllow me to let it go\nYou'll allow me to be forgiven\nAnd then show me the way to let go\n[Bridge]\nIlluminate me\nIlluminate me\nAnd illuminate the way\nI'm just praying for you to show me where I'm to begin\n\n[Outro]\nHoping to\nHoping to\nHoping to\nHoping to reconnect to you\nHoping to reconnect to youYou might also like3",3
3701,Blur___This_Is_A_Low,sad,"""This Is a Low  [Verse 1]\nAnd into the sea\nGoes pretty England and me\nAround the Bay of Biscay\nAnd back for tea\nHit traffic on the Dogger Bank\nUp the Thames to find a taxi rank\nSail on by with the tide\nAnd go to sleep\nAnd the radio says\n[Chorus]\nThis is a low\nBut it won't hurt you\nWhen you're alone\nIt will be there with you\nFinding ways to stay solo\n\n[Verse 2]\nUp the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty\nThere's a low in the high forties\nSaturday's locked away on the pier\nNot fast enough, dear\nAnd on the Malin head\nBlackpool looks blue and red\nAnd the Queen, she's gone 'round the bend\nJumped off Land's End\nAnd the radio says\n\n[Chorus]\nThis is a low\nBut it won't hurt you\nWhen you're alone\nIt will be there with you\nFinding ways to stay solo\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nThis is a low\nBut it won't hurt you\nWhen you're alone\nIt will be there with you\nThis is a low\nBut it won't hurt you\nWhen you're alone\nIt will be there with you\nFinding ways to stay solo10",1
943,Aloha_From_Hell___Walk_Away,sad,"'', 'default'",1
7148,Dido___Never_Want_To_Say_Its_Love,sad,"""Never Want To Say It’s Love  [Verse 1]\nI could put it down to being tired\nOr coming home to an empty house\nA passing moment, a little mad\nNo one around to stop me writing to you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\n\n[Verse 2]\nI could apologize and say tear it up\nAnd put it down to the pills I've taken\nSeeing my friends with their lives moved on\nWhile I've been gently drifting\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\n\n[Chorus]\nI felt the same today as I was feeling yesterday\nIt'll be the same tomorrow from then on it won't change\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\n\n[Verse 3]\nMy home is home and I'm settled now\nI've made it through the restless phase\nI have no reason to get bored anymore\nMy friends are 'round and your name comes up\n\nAsking if I ever heard from you\nI'm keeping it quiet about those words to you\nBut I meant every word that I said\nI stand by every word that I said\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\n\n[Chorus]\nI felt the same today as I was feeling yesterday\nIt'll be the same tomorrow from then on it won't change\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\nYou might also likeI felt the same today as I was feeling yesterday\nIt'll be the same tomorrow from then on it won't change\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\n\n[Outro]\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of\nI never wanna say it's love\nBut it's really what I'm thinking of",1
2662,Behemoth___Inauguration_Of_Scorpio_Dome,sad,"""Inauguration of Scorpio Dome  Mere emeles\nMere selem\nI em'a den\nLashtal\nLvcifer!\nLvcifer!\nAivass!\n\nSo every man and woman is a star\nBut who is scorpio by fire ring'd\nWhere fall means increase?\nWhen on the throne ov life he seats\nThe bloody sword ov freedom sways\nAnd light ov hells in his eyes\nAnd secret breath ov love\n\nAs the first whore ov the world\nBanish'd god from body\nCarnal divinity she restor'd\nAs infinite ov nightsky\nAugmn ov sothis\nWhen tunnel ov tuat means disorder\nPast, future, painful\nAnd from the eternal revolt we're born\nTo word can make flesh\n\nA breeze- a leaf- a shadow the falling of a bud-\nThe wind across the meadow- a flesh of light-\nA call- a patter on the wall-the air is bright as\nBlood a moment stands a shadow a moment\nSounds a call",1
7260,Dirty_Projectors___Stillness_Is_The_Move,happy,"'Stillness Is the Move  When the child was just a child\nIt did not know what it was\nLike a child it had no habits\nNo opinions about anything\nMaybe I will get a job\nGet a job as a waitress\nMaybe waiting tables in a diner\nIn some remote city down the highway\n\n[Hook]\nAfter all that we’ve been through\nI know we’ll make it, I know the way\nThe question is it true\nThere is nothing we can’t do\nI see you along the way baby\nThe stillness is the move\nOn top of every mountain\nThere was a great longing\nFor another even higher mountain\nIn each city longing for a bigger city\n\n[Hook]\nAfter all that we’ve been through\nI know that I will always love you\nFrom now until forever baby\nI can’t imagine anything better\nAfter all that we’ve been through\nI know we’ll make it, I know the way\nThe question is it true\nThere is nothing we can’t do\nI see you along the way baby\n\nIsn’t life under the sun just a crazy dream\nIsn’t life just some mirage of the world before the world\nBefore the world\nWhy am I here and not over there\nWhere did time begin\nWhere does space end\nWhere do you and I\nWhere do you and I begin\n\nAfter all that we’ve been through\nI know we’ll make it, I know the way\nThe question is it true\nThere is nothing we can’t do\nI see you along the way baby\nThe stillness is the move\nAfter all that we’ve been through\nI know we’ll make it, I know the way\nThe question is it true\nThere is nothing we can’t do\nI see you along the way baby\nThe stillness is the moveYou might also like6Embed', 'default'",0
2206,Avril_Lavigne___Im_With_You,sad,"""I’m with You  [Verse 1]\nI'm standin' on the bridge\nI'm waitin' in the dark\nI thought that you'd be here by now\nThere's nothing but the rain\nNo footsteps on the ground\nI'm listening, but there's no sound\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIsn't anyone tryna find me?\nWon't somebody come take me home?\n[Chorus]\nIt's a damn cold night\nTryna figure out this life\nWon't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?\nI don't know who you are, but I\nI'm with you\nI'm with you, mmm\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm lookin' for a place\nI'm searchin' for a face\nIs anybody here? I know\n'Cause nothing's going right\nAnd everything's a mess\nAnd no one likes to be alone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIsn't anyone tryna find me?\nWon't somebody come take me home?\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a damn cold night\nTryna figure out this life\nWon't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?\nI don't know who you are, but I\nI'm with you\nI'm with you, yeah, yeah\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Bridge]\nOh, why is everything so confusing?\nMaybe I'm just out of my mind\nYeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah\nYeah-yeah, yeah-yeah\nYeah\n\n[Chorus]\nIt's a damn cold night\nTryna figure out this life\nWon't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?\nI don't know who you are, but I\nI'm with you\nI'm with you\nTake me by the hand, take me somewhere new\nI don't know who you are, but I\nI'm with you\nI'm with you\nTake me by the hand, take me somewhere new\nI don't know who you are, but I\n\n[Outro]\nI'm with you, oh\nI'm with you\nI'm with you21",1
2201,Avril_Lavigne___My_World,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsMy World  [Verse 1]\nPlease tell me what is takin' place\n'Cause I can't seem to find a trace\nGuess it must've got erased somehow\nProbably 'cause I always forget\nEvery time someone tells me their name\nIt's always gotta be the same In my world\nNever wore cover-up\nAlways beat the boys up\nGrew up in a five thousand population town\nMade my money by cutting grass\nGot fired by a fried chicken ass\nAll in a small town, Napanee\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou know I always stay up without sleepin'\nAnd think to myself\nWhere do I belong forever?\nIn whose arms, the time and place?\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't help it if I space in a daze\nMy eyes tune out the other way\nI may switch off and go in a daydream\nIn this head, my thoughts are deep\nBut sometimes I can't even speak\nWould someone be and not pretend?\nI'm off again in my world\n\n[Verse 2]\nI never spend less than an hour\nWashing my hair in the shower\nIt always takes five hours to make it straight\nSo I'll braid it in a zillion braids\nThough it may take all friggin' day\nThere's nothin' else better to do anyway\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen you're all alone in the lands of forever\nLay under the Milky Way\nOn and on, it's getting too late out\nI'm not in love this time, this night\nSee Avril Lavigne LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Chorus]\nCan't help it if I space in a daze\nMy eyes tune out the other way\nI may switch off and go in a daydream\nIn this head, my thoughts are deep\nBut sometimes I can't even speak\nWould someone be and not pretend?\nI'm off again in my world\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, oh\nI take some time, mellow out\nParty it up, but don't fall down\nDon't get caught, sneak out of the house\n\n[Chorus]\nCan't help it if I space in a daze\nMy eyes tune out the other way\nI may switch off and go in a daydream\nIn this head, my thoughts are deep\nBut sometimes I can't even speak\nWould someone be and not pretend?\nI'm off again in my world\nCan't help it if I space in a daze\nMy eyes tune out the other way\nI may switch off and go in a daydream\nIn this head, my thoughts are deep\nBut sometimes I can't even speak\nWould someone be and not pretend?\nI'm off again in my world6",0
2620,Bebo_Norman___Long_Way_Home,calm,"""Long Way Home  It's a long way home, when the fists have flown\nIn the silence, there's nowhere left to run\nIt's the battle of our pending love\nIn the shadow is another smoking gun\n\nWhen we dreamed this dream for the first it seemed\nWe could live this love for a lifetime\nYou and me\n\nI will not give up this fight\nI will not lay down and die\nI will not carry this heart of stone\nI may not be your place to run\nI may not be your kingdom come\nI may stumble through this great unknown\nBut I will be all that is true\nI will not give up on you\nI was made to be with you alone\nCause you and me, we're gonna see\nThe long way home\nIt's a long way home, and crying is done\nBut the sorrow is still wet upon your face\nOur colliding hearts, sometimes break apart\nBut now the pieces are gathered up in grace\n\nWhen we dream this dream for the last time we'll see\nThat we lived this love for a lifetime\nJust you and me\n\nI will not give up this fight\nI will not lay down and die\nI will not carry this heart of stone\nI may not be your place to run\nI may not be your kingdom come\nI may stumble through this great unknown\nBut I will be all that is true\nI will not give up on you\nI was made to be with you alone\nCause you and me, we're gonna see\nThe long way home\n\nCause you and I, we're gonna fly\nThe long way home",2
743,Alice_In_Chains___We_Die_Young,anger,"""We Die Young  [Chorus]\nScary's on the wall\nScary's on his way\n\n[Verse 1]\nWatch where you spit\nI'd advise you wait until it's over\nThen you got hit\nAnd you should've known better\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we die young\nFaster we run\n[Verse 2]\nDown, down, down you're rolling\nWatch the blood float in the muddy sewer\nTake another hit\nAnd bury your brother\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd we die young\nFaster we run\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nScary's on the wall\nScary's on his way\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnother alley trip\nBullets seek the place to bend you over\nThen you got hit\nAnd you should've known better\nFaster we run\nAnd we die youngYou might also like4",3
1635,Aphrodites_Child___End_Of_The_World,sad,"""End of the World  [Verse 1]\nYou should come with me to the end of the world\nWithout telling your parents and your friends\nYou know that you only need say a word\nSo we might live at the end of the world\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I know\nThat I'll go\nAway by myself\nI feel you don't want to come\n[Verse 2]\nYou should come with me to the end of the world\nWe could lie all day on the quiet sands\nI would introduce you to my friend, the bird\nWho sings and flies along the fairy strands\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I know\nThat I'll go\nAway by myself\nI feel you don't want to come\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf you come with me to the end of the world\nI'll give you anything that lives on earth\nYou know that you only need say a word\nSo we might live at the end of the world\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I know\nThat I'll go\nAway by myself\nI feel you don't want to come\nYou might also like[Outro]1",1
8386,Enter_Shikari___Adieu,calm,"""Adieu  [Verse]\nAnd I long for you to appear\nAfter losing your way across star riddled skies\nTo carry you home\n\nAnd I long for you to appear\nAfter losing your way across star riddled skies\nTo carry you home\n\nI cherish my loss\nA gentle reminder\nThat life is unkind\nAt the best of times\nAnd I long for you to appear\nAfter losing your way across star riddled skies\nTo carry you home\n\nI cherish my loss\nA gentle reminder\nThat life is unkind\nAt the best of times\n\nBrace yourself 'cause I think I'm coming for you\nBrace yourself 'cause I think I'm coming for you\nLook up into the sky, look up into the sky\nBrace yourself 'cause I think I'm coming for you\nBrace yourself 'cause I think I'm coming for you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\n\n[Chorus]\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nYou might also likeHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\n\n[Outro]\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you\nHome could be anywhere when I am holding you1",2
1065,Ames_Brothers___It_Only_Hurts_For_A_Little_While,sad,"'It Only Hurts For a Little While  It\'s all over town that we\'ve parted\nAnd ev\'ryone knows that we\'re through;\nThey see me alone broken hearted\nCrying the blues for you\nrefrain\nIt only hurts for a little while\nThat\'s what they tell me\nThat\'s what they say\nIt only hurts for a little while\nThen all your heartaches will pass away\nIt\'s so easy to be smart\nWith somebody else\'s heart\nBut I don\'t know how to start forgetting you\nWhat can I do?\nIt only hurts for a little while\nThat\'s what they tell me\n""Just wait and see.""\nBut I will hurt till you come back to meYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6933,Dessert_Sessions___Bring_It_Back_Gentle,calm,"'Bring It Back Gentle  [Verse 1]\nUnplayed pieces we are\nWeigh nothing a end\nRed blood, lace and hair of strand\nDecay, defiance\nDarkness be here\nLight be here as well\n\n[Chorus]\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentle\n[Verse 2]\nYou fall, fell, a river\nThrough right slipped your hand\nTrue what believe I refuse\nBack you will I will\nBack you will I will\nWait a find I will\n\n[Chorus]\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentle\nBring it back gentleYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
3964,Bouncing_Souls__The___All_Of_This_And_Nothing,sad,"""All Of This and Nothing  They try to tell you how thing's should be\nHow to think, what to wear and\nWhat bands to see. Know your enemy\nRevolution on tv that's a bunch of\nShit to me they don't know about you or me\nKnow your enemy. They don't\nKnow about you or me no matter what they say\nTo be they don't know about\nYou or me the contradictions and\nHypocracy they don't know about you or me..\nKnow your enemy. They don't know about\nYou or me no matter what they say\nTo be they don't know about you or me",1
5595,Club_8___Were_Simple_Minds,sad,"""We’re Simple Minds  We're simple minds\nStill we want it all\nAnd things go fast\nMake us miss the most\nOf what life can bring to us\nOf what life can mean to us\n\nShe left a scar\nShe was too well read\nAnd i was the one who was so impressed\nI never dared to speak from my heart\nSeasons change\nAnd i'm still the same\nI never can tell what's inside me\nAnd heaven knows it isn't that much\nWe'll travel far\nJust to feel at all\nWhen we're home\nAnd we're on our own\nWe can't look after ourselves\nOr anyone else\n\nShe left a scar\nShe was too well read\nAnd i was the one who was so impressed\nI never dared to speak from my heart\nSeasons change\nAnd i'm still the same\nI never can tell what's inside me\nAnd heaven knows it isn't that much",1
7343,Dodgy___In_A_Room,happy,"""In A Room  In a room there's no other faces\nDon't know why I'm feeling like this\nTell me lies, I won't believe them\nWhy don't it always turn out right?\n\nIf we are together again\nSurely this will never end\nThese times have changed this is never gone before\nI'm waiting for you behind the door\n\nIn a room there's no other faces\nI sit alone here let through the night\nIn a room, we're slowly wasting\nI don't belong here, it don't seem right\nIf we are together again\nSurely this will never end\nThese times have changed this is never gone before\nI'm waiting for you behind the door\n\nShe lies sleeping in a half filled bed, her eyes\nNo longer study her emptiness\n\nIn a room there's only so much space So much space\nTwo souls playing in loneliness\n\nI've thrown away the key\nI've gone and locked myself in for good\nNo one can reach me\nNo one hears my voice anymore\nNot anymore...\n\nIf we are together again\nSurely it will never end?\n\nThese times have changed this is never gone before\nI'm waiting for you behind the door\n\nIf we are together again\nSurely it will never end?\nYou might also likeThese times have changed this is never gone before\nI'm waiting for you behind the door\n\nIf we are together again\nOooh\nSurely this will never end\nOooh\nIf we are together again\nOooh\nSurely this will never end\nOooh\nIf we are together again\nOooh\nSurely this will never end\nOooh",0
2877,Benassi_Bros_Feat_Dhany___Every_Single_Day,happy,"""Every Single Day original version  Hey guy - you're the one for me\nYour face - the sweetest thing I've ever seen\nStop by - dedicate to me\nYour time - your time\n\nAt night - it really gets to me\nI find nobody is here with me\nStop by - say you'll stay with me\nYou're the one I really miss\n\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nHey guy - you're the one for me\nThose eyes - the loveliest I've ever seen\nStop by - Just to say to me\nYou're mine - you're mine\n\nThis time lay some love on me\nI'm blind - to anything surrounding me\nSo fine when you're next to me\nYou're the one I can't resist\n\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day\nEvery single day - single hour\nI can see your face - single day",0
1301,Angel_City___Sunrise,happy,"""Sunrise  Talk to me what are you doing what are you\nThinking rite now set me free I'm just a prisoner\nTo you and time goes by I'm still waiting forever\nAnd a day boy I thought I saw you yesterday\nI thought those words I herd you say\n\nChorus\nWhen I look at the sunrise sunlight, nothing\nFeels awake when your living this feeling\nDon't ever let me go when I look at the\nStarlight it feels right your bodies on my mind ill set\nYou free , ill set you free\nLook at me what are u thinking tell me what your\nSeeing let me go if there's nothing you\n\nBelieve\nAn time goes by I'm still waiting\nForever and a day boy I thought I saw you yesterday\n\nChorus\nWhen I look at the sunrise , sunlight nothing feels awake when your living this\nFeeling don't ever let me go when I look at the\nStarlight it\nFeels right your bodies on my\nMind ill set you free \nIll set u free ",0
1455,Annie_Lennox___Loneliness,sad,"'Loneliness  Loneliness\nIs a place that I know well\nIt\'s the distance between us\nAnd the space inside ourselves\n\nEmptiness\nIs the chattering in your head\nIt\'s the call of the living\nAnd the race from life to death\nAnd I know\nYeah, I know, what you feel\nAnd I\'ve got a longing that\'s hard to find\nWon\'t give me no peace of mind\nSomething that I\'ve lived with all along\nDays and weeks and months and years\nFilling in the time, my dear\nTryin\' to find the place where I belong\n\nHopelessness\nIs the darkness of your heart\nIt\'s the sound of one hand clapping\nWhile it\'s pulling you apart\nAnd I know\nYeah, I know\nWhat you feel\n\nAnd I\'ve got a longing that\'s hard to find\nWon\'t give me no peace of mind\nSomething that I\'ve lived with all along\nDays and weeks and months and years\nFilling in the time, my dear\nTrying to find the place where I belong\n\nAnd I\'ve got a hunger that\'s hard to fill\nDrivin\' me on overkill\nTellin\' me that everything\'s gone wrong\nGot me a need that I can\'t break\nMore than I can hardly take\nSomehow I keep on going strong\nYou might also likeWhen I call your name, I\'m gonna scream out loud\nI\'ll say ""Here I am standing in the crowd.""\nYou\'ll say, ""Come to me, with your open mind\nYou never know, what you still might find.""\nBut you keep me here like a cancelled flight\nAn empty train, runnin\' through the night\nAn ophan child, a broken shoe\nAnd I\'m still down here\nLookin\' out for you\n\nAre you there for me?\n\'Cause I\'m here for youEmbed', 'default'",1
4244,Brian_Mcfadden___Be_True_To_Your_Woman,happy,"""Be True To Your Woman  I was talking last night\nTo a friend who was thinking he might\nRisk it all for a moment of lust\nAnd adventure, so I told him\n\nYou can live everyday like your last\nPay the price and the moment will past\nIt's too late and there's no second chance\nIf it's over, you got nothing\n\nWell I've been there\nThe grass was just fine on this side\nBecause I've been there\nThere's no getting back on that ride\nThere's no replacing the love you got\nYou don't have to lose to see what you've lost\nWell just be true to your woman\nNo good living the lie\nWhen it's over the secret won't die\nShe'll move on to another guy\nShe won't love you, like your wife\n\nAnd I've been there\nI don't recommend the pain\nBecause I've been there\nTrust me as your friend\nThere's nothing to gain\nThere's no replacing the love you got\nYou don't have to lose to see what you've lost\nOh, just be true to your woman\n\nMany years, working hard, everyone\nGets tempted by something\nThey never knew, never had\nThe fantasy overtakes, over-rides, everything\nAnd you'll get lost in a hollow world\n\nAll those years they are worth the lot\nYou only realise when they've gone\nThen just be true\nThere's no replacing the love you got\nYou don't have to lose to see what you've lost\nJust be true to your woman",0
547,Air___The_Word_Hurricane,calm,"""The Word Hurricane  [Spoken]\nThe word 'Hurricane' is the name given to nature's strongest storm\nA hurricane occurs when high pressure and low pressure masses of air\nCome in contact with one another\n\nThere is often a significant difference in temperature\nBetween the two masses\nOne mass is warm, while the other is cold\nThe warmer air rises, and the cooler air falls\nLikewise, the low pressure area slides down the sides\nOf the high pressure area\nThey swirl in and around one another, creating the beginnings of the storm",2
4094,Brand_New___Bed,sad,"""Bed  [Verse 1]\nMy head is lead I don't ever want to go to bed\nYour hair is on fire\nYou snuff the blaze turn to vapor then you float away\nWe got into a bad fight\n\n[Refrain]\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\n[Verse 2]\nMy eyes are lungs, I'm a prophet and I speak in tongues\nI know how you'll die\nYour sister groans, a usurper to the holy throne\nTo me she's just a dead spy\n\n[Refrain]\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\n\n[Bridge]\nI don't know what you feel like\nAmbushed on the road\nStole your gold, you're a rose\nAnd you're laughing now\nEverything that I own\nStarts to pile up like bones\nMake the walls of a prison\nLaid her on the bed\nLater on the bed\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI don't ever want to go to bed\nYou stay up for the fight\nThe champ goes down like a clown in the second round\nI wish we'd had a better goodbye\n\n[Refrain]\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\nLie to all your friends\n\n[Outro]\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed\nLaid her on the bed10",1
1963,Assemblage_23___30KFT,calm,"""30kft  Hello, if you're there, pick up the phone\nI'm calling from thirty thousand feet above you\nThe captain's just informed us that our plane is going down\nSo I'm calling for one last time, to say I love you\n\nI'm not certain how much time I may have left, so I'll be brief\nI'm sorry if this message only amplifies your grief\nBut I couldn't bear the burden of never havin' said goodbye\nAnd the pain you feel, I promise you, will go away with time\n\nI'm sorry I won't be there to see our children grow\nPlease tell them that I loved them more than they will ever know\nTell my family and friends how much I love them all as well\nI'm sure that we will meet again but only time will tell\nI'm sorry most of all I won't be there when you grow old\nTo be there by your side and keep you warm when you are cold\nForgive me but I think my time is drawing to a close\nSo I've one last thing to tell you now before I have to go\nI…",2
1337,Anggun___Snow_On_The_Sahara,sad,"""Snow on the Sahara  [Verse 1]\nOnly tell me that you still want me here\nWhen you wander off out there\nTo those hills of dust and hard winds that blow\nIn that dry white ocean alone\nLost out in the desert\nYou are lost out in the desert\nBut to stand with you in a ring of fire\nI'll forget the days gone by\nI'll protect your body and guard your soul\nFrom mirages in your sight\nLost out in the desert desert, desert, desert\n[Chorus]\nIf your hope scatter like the dust across your track\nI'll be the moon that shines on your path\nThe sun may blind our eyes\nI'll pray the skies above\nFor snow to fall on the Sahara\nIf that's the only place\nWhere you can leave your doubts\nI'll hold you up and be your way out\nAnd if we burn away\nI'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust a wish and I will cover your shoulders\nWith veils of silk and gold\nWhen the shadows come and darken your heart\nLeaving you with regrets so cold\nLost out in the desert desert, desert, desert\n\n[Chorus]\nIf your hope scatter like the dust across your track\nI'll be the moon that shines on your path\nThe sun may blind our eyes\nI'll pray the skies above\nFor snow to fall on the Sahara\nIf that's the only place\nWhere you can leave your doubts\nI'll hold you up and be your way out\nAnd if we burn away\nI'll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the Sahara\nFor snow to fall on the Sahara\nFor snow to fall on the Sahara\nFor snow to fall on the SaharaYou might also like2",1
3912,Bonnie_Raitt___Something_To_Talk_About,happy,"""Something to Talk About  [Verse 1]\nPeople are talking, talking 'bout people\nI hear them whisper, you won't believe it\nThey think we're lovers kept under cover\nI just ignore it, but they keep saying\nWe laugh just a little too loud\nStand just a little too close\nWe stare just a little too long\nMaybe they're seein' something we don't, darling\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nHow about love?\n[Verse 2]\nI feel so foolish, I never noticed\nYou'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?\nIt took the rumor to make me wonder\nNow I'm convinced I'm going under\nThinkin' 'bout you every day\nDream 'bout you every night\nI'm hoping that you feel the same way\nNow that we know it, let's really show it, darling\n\n[Chorus]\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nA little mystery to figure out, babe\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nHow about love?\n\nLet's give 'em something to talk about, babe\nA little mystery to figure out\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nHow about love?\n\nOoh, listen to 'em baby\nA little mystery won't hurt 'em\nLet's give 'em something to talk about\nHow about our love, love, love, loveSee Bonnie Raitt LiveGet tickets as low as $61You might also like1",0
2370,Bad_Astronaut___Beat,sad,"""Beat  Save your best moves. It gets weird\nBillions of cops, smoke and mirrors\nCarrying creed cards we all race for death\nHope to be saved by our next breath\nWalk the beat. It takes years\nYou'll drive a mustache or a beard\nWe find a rhythm and we fight in song yeah\nAll night long, all night long\n\nToday, I thought of seeing you\nToday, I thought of early days\nI thought of two cities privileged but estranged\nToday, our old construction site\nToday, a building incomplete\nYou aren't missing anything\nBut you're missing\nGood morning everyone\nI hope I didn't sleep too long\nI was dreaming of a failed career\nKilling fields, smoke and mirrors\n\nToday, I speak of missing you\nToday, I think of better days\nI see an old city will never be the same\nToday, our old construction site\nIs missing everything\nYou're missing everything\nYou're missing everything\nToday, I finished what we started\nToday, I thought you might be proud\nWe have recorded your defeat\nAn album always incomplete\n\nWe were once young\nWe were once pure\nWhat happened to you?",1
5594,Club_8___In_The_Morning,calm,"""In the Morning  I got away in the morning light\nAfter staying awake all night\nI saw that man standing by the sea\nI'm coming back here anyway, uh huh\n\nWell, I want to get good\nBut I've been doing it wrong\nI do what I do, but I don't understand it\nI see and I hear but I don't know what you demand\nHelp me\nA gentle wake can save a life\nYou looked away and opened my eyes\nBut I remember every word I spoke\nIt still cuts like a sharpened knife, uh huh\n\nWell, I want to get good\nBut I've been doing it wrong\nI do what I do, but I don't understand it\nI see and I hear but I don't know what you demand\nHelp me\n\nI was sold from the start\nNow I'm not at all",2
4258,Bright_Eyes___I_Will_Be_Grateful_For_This_Day,happy,"""I Will Be Grateful for This Day  I had a girl I knew\nShe grew, became a woman now\nI think that she teaches\nAt one of the schools downtown\nWe used to roll the windows down\nAnd play the music loud\nSmoking out in her car\nLost in west Omaha\nAnd we'd get drunk and kiss\nOur bodies twist like shoelaces\nAnd we never came untied\nI guess you were just my type\nYou know that summer never stopped\nI still pretend I'm there\nThe band's in the living room\nThe neighbors, they never cared\nSo when I sat behind the drumset\nYour heartbeat's what I tried to play\nBut with the kick and snare so careless, not in time\nSo you got ahead of me\nAnd I guess I'm still dragging behind\n\nI had a friend who changed his name\nBut couldn't change himself\nNever quite figured out\nHow to deal with what life had dealt\nHe put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell\nWho would've imagined it\nCould've worked out so well?\nNow he's a shape that moves\nLike echoes through my empty room\nAnd there's a voice that speaks\nLike someone's right behind me\nI turned around and found exactly what you would expect\nThe clothes I left on my floor\nThe papers piled on my desk\nBut where the ink is wet, the cause, effects\nWhat's meant by it?\nThe story that is incomplete\nThe picture's left unfinished\n\nSo I am writing my own ending\nI let my pen bleed black or blue\nAnd I will color in the meaning\nIt will be gold and green and shrewd\nAnd I'll learn to love my new discovered proof\nI'll be grateful for this day\nI will be grateful for each day to come",0
5136,Charlie_Wilson___Lets_Chill,happy,"""Let’s Chill  From the first time I saw your face\nGirl, I knew I had to have you\nI wanted to wrap you with my embrance\nVisions of your lovely face\n\nAll my love is for you\nWhatever you want I will do\nYou're the only one I want in my life\nFor you I'll make that sacrifice\n\nCHORUS\nLet's chill and let's settle down\nThat's what I wanna do\nJust me and you [x2]\nI'm so happy to have you here\nStanding right by my side\nIs it a dream or reality?\nIf it's a fantasy, please don't wake me\n\nAll my love is for you\nWhatever you want I will do\nYou're the only one I want in my life\nFor you I'll make that sacrifice\n\nCHORUS\nI want you to be by my side\nYou know I want you to be mine\nIt is no secret, you know how I feel\nAll I wanna do is just chill\nBe mine for the rest of the night, baby\nNow come on and let's ride\nIt is no secret, you know how I feel\nAll I wanna do is just chill\n\nCHORUSYou might also like1",0
7088,Diana_Krall___Love_Letters,calm,"""Love Letters  The sky may be starless\nThe night may be moonless\nBut deep in my heart there's a glow\nFor deep in my heart\nI know that you love me\nYou love me, because you told me so\n\nLove letters straight from your heart\nKeep us so near while we're apart\nI'm not alone in the night\nWhen I can have all the love you write\nI memorize every line\nI kiss the name that you sign\nAnd darling, then I read again right from the start\nLove letters straight from your heart\n\nI memorize every line\nI kiss the name that you sign\nAnd darling, then I read again right from the start\nLove letters straight from your heartSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",2
7688,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___Crystal_Days,happy,"""Crystal Days  Here am I\nWhole at last with a golden view\nLooking for hope\nAnd I hope it's you\nSplitting my heart\nCracked right in two\nThe pleasure of pain endured\nTo purify our misfit ways\nAnd magnify our crystal days\n\nWhere are you\nIn shadows only I can see\nLooking for hope\nAnd you hope it's me\nTattered and torn and born to be\nBuilding a world where we can\nPurify our misfit ways\nAnd magnify our crystal days\nPure and to magnify\n\nHere am I\nWhole at last with a golden view\nLooking for hope\nAnd I know it's you\nSplitting my heart\nCracked right in two\nThe pleasure of pain and joy\nTo purify our misfit ways\nAnd magnify our crystal days\n\nPurify our misfit ways\nAnd magnify our crystal days\n\nDo do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do do\nDo do do do do do do do\n\nDaysSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91",0
4491,Bryan_Adams___Youve_Been_a_Friend_to_Me,happy,"""You’ve Been a Friend to Me  If you say up - i say down\nWe're the most unlikely pair\nBut up or down, high or low\nYou've always been right there\nYou've been a friend to me, a godsend to me\nI ain't too proud to say\nYou've been a friend to me\nNow if i'm feeling lowdown\nOr feeling ten feet tall\nThick or thin, the shape i'm in\nDon't matter to you at all\nYou've been a friend to me, a godsend to me\nI ain't too proud to say\nYou've been a friend to me\nWhenever I needed someone\nYou're right there on the line\nWith a friend like you, to get me through\nI'll get by every time\nWhenever I needed someone\nYou're right there on the line\nWith a friend like you, to get me through\nI'll get by every time\nYou've been a friend to me, a godsend to me\nI ain't too proud to say\nYou've been a friend to meSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49",0
6855,Demis_Roussos___From_Souvenirs_To_Souvenirs,happy,"""From Souvenirs to Souvenirs  A lonely room and empty chair\nAnother day so hard to bear\nThe things around me that I see remind me of\nThe past and how it all used to be\n\nFrom souvenirs to more souvenirs I live\nWith days gone by when our hearts had all to give\nFrom souvenirs to more souvenirs I live\nWith dreams you left behind\nI'll keep on turning in my mind\nThere'll never be another you\nNo one will share the worlds we knew\nAnd now that loneliness has come to take your place\nI close my eyes and see your face",0
5740,Colony_5___Black_single_Edit,sad,"""Black Single Edit  Black eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\n\nBlack eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\n\nTongue of ash catches drop\nFrom sharp and bloody steel\nWe've danced too long to ever stop\nIt's time for a broken mind to heal\nBlack stare could shatter stone\nBlack knife rests, white body prone\nDark angels watch the play below\nBlack soul wants to die young\nBlack lips smile when dark tongue\nTastes the wine from your kind\n\nBlack eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\n\nBlack eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\n\nCrimson tongue catches drop\nFrom nails like razor blades\nThe dance is done, the game is won\nIt's time for a broken heart to feel\n\nBlack eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\nYou might also likeBlack eyes, black lips, black nails\nWe're dancing a slow dance\nKiss of ash, my tongue fails\nAt the sharp blade of romance\n\nBlack eyes\nBlack lips",1
4574,Burt_Bacharach___What_The_World_Needs_Now_Is_Love,happy,"""What the World Needs Now Is Love  What the world needs now is love, sweet love\nIt's the only thing, that there's just too little of\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nNo, not just for some, but for everyone\n\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nIt's the only thing, that there's just too little of\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nNo, not just for some, but for everyone\n\nLord, we don't need another mountain\nThere are mountains and hillsides enough to climb\nThere are oceans and rivers enough to cross\nEnough to last 'til the end of time\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nNo, not just for some, but for everyone\n\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nIt's the only thing, that there's just too little of\nWhat the world needs now is love, sweet love\nNo, not just for some, oh, but just for every-, every-, everyone",0
3377,Black_Sabbath___Cornucopia,sad,"'Cornucopia  [Verse 1]\nToo much near the truth they say\nKeep it till another day\nLet them have their little game\nDelusion helps to keep them sane\n\n[Verse 2]\nLet them have their little toys\nMatchbox cars and mortgaged joys\nExciting in their plastic ways\nFrozen food in a concrete maze\n[Chorus]\nYou’re gonna go insane\nI’m trying to save your brain\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nAll right!\nI don’t know what’s happening\nMy head’s all torn inside\nPeople say I’m heavy\nThey don’t know what I hide\n\n[Verse 4]\nTake a life, it’s going cheap\nKill someone, no one will weep\nFreedom’s yours, just pay your dues\nWe just want your soul to use\n\n[Chorus]\nYou’re gonna go insane\nI’m trying to save your brainYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",1
6166,Cypress_Hill___Amplified,anger,"'Amplified  [Intro: scratched]\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n\n[Verse 1: Sen Dog]\nI be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer\nLifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers\nCheck me on the big screen, livin\' out my dreams\nCypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing\nFools think they get bad, I ain\'t really with that\nFlavour of the month, bro, ? try to dispatch\nAlways got the good badge, take it to the head\nGot me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead\nDon\'t trip, get a grip, be strong and don\'t fake it\nOr else you get beat down, an\' stripped butt-naked\nI just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit\nYou can tell I got soul first time as you hear it\n[Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real]\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\n\n[Verse 2: B-Real]\nWhen you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth still\nIf you rely on your skill then rely on your steel\nIf you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel\nWhat you sought was real, to give \'em slots to fill\nBusters stop to deal\nBut I face them, quicker than takin\' a box of pills\nNow you gots to chill\nGet cops and sheilds, steady, hark the ?\nIf they\'re lookin\' for prey, ready to stalk and kill\nAs I lock the wheel, don\'t you mock the drill\n\'Cos I\'ll cock my steel, make you drop and spill\nGot no mercy unless you talk to deal\nQuit talk and kneel, you won\'t top my will, bitch!\n\n[Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real]\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\nSee Cypress Hill LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like[Interlude: scratched]\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n""Say what?""\n\n[Verse 3: Sen Dog]\nAin\'t no-body better, on that you can bet Cypress!\nWanna see a dope show? Put your money on my set\nReal emcees and real DJs\nReal South-siders from the heart of LA\nNow, back in the day we had big sucess\nAnd it\'s like that now and we won\'t settle for less\nYou can beat the LB from the new latin lingo\nNowadays you nothin\', without a hit single\nTime to get loco, and put bodies in motion\nHit the stage in a rage, and start up a commotion\nNo I ain\'t jokin, see my mic smokin\'?\nI slam it like the art and make sure it\'s broken\n\n[Chorus: Sen Dog & B-Real]\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\nWelcome to the show, all come inside\nYou can hear proper sound when it\'s Amplified\nYou wanna party with the best and say ""fuck the rest""\n\'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less\n*scratching to fade*Embed', 'default'",3
8880,Fanfarlo___The_Walls_Are_Coming_Down,happy,"'The Walls Are Coming Down  They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for the gold\nWe fall for the same lies we all have the same shoes to fit\nThe preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone\nSome day the will be forgotten and die one by one\nThe walls the walls are coming down\nThe here and now is coming round\nIt will some day let you down\nThe ships the ships are coming in\nThe great ideas are wearing thin\nThere is nothing left to do\nFor atoms have gone as far as atoms will go\nYour books write themselves\nThey line up in row after row\nThe walls the walls are coming down\nThe here and now is coming round\nIt will some day let you down\nThe ships the ships are coming in\nThe great ideas are wearing thin\nThere is nothing left to doYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7134,Dick_Haymes___Youll_Never_Know,happy,"""You’ll Never Know  You'll never know just how much I miss you\nYou'll never know just how much I care\nAnd if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you\nYou ought to know or haven't I told you so\nA million or more times?\n\nYou went away and my heart went with you\nI speak your name in my every prayer\nIf there is some other way to prove that I love you\nI swear I don't know how\nYou'll never know if you don't know now\nYou went away and my heart went with you\nI speak your name in my every prayer\nIf there is some other way to prove that I love you\nI swear I don't know how\nYou'll never know if you don't know now\nYou'll never know if you don't know now",0
282,Abra_Moore___Four_Leaf_Clover,happy,"""Four Leaf Clover  [Intro]\nHe's got the best of me\nIt's such a price to pay\nHe's got the best of me\n\n[Chorus]\nSee, I've been thinking it over\nIt's all just a little too much\nYou see I got this four leaf clover\nIt's gotta bring a little luck\nYeah\nHe's got the best of me uh huh\nYeah such a price to pay\nHe's got the best of me uh huh\n[Verse 1]\nSo I let go of all of the big deals\nI let go of the bitter dream\nYou see the girl in the pretty white picture\nWell it's never what it really seems\nYeah\nUh huh\nYeah\nUh huh\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy mind is always racing\nAnd my body's on overload\nYou've got my heart in the middle of a feeling\nI've got no place to go\nYeah\nUh huh\n\n[Chorus]\nSee, I've been thinking it over\nIt's all just a little too much\nYou see I got a four leaf clover\nIt's gotta bring a little luck\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm running\nBut I got nowhere to be\nBut I'm all right\n[Guitar breakdown]\nI'm running\nIt's got the best of me\nBut it's all right\nYou might also like[Chorus]\n'Cause see, I've been thinking it over\nIt's all just a little too much\nYou see I got a four leaf clover\nIt's gotta bring a little luck\nOh yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nSaid, I've been thinking it over\nYeah\nIt's all just a little too much\nYeah\nYou see I got a four leaf clover\nYeah\nIt's gotta bring a little luck\nYeah\nUh huh\n\n[Outro]\nSaid, I've been thinking it over\nYeah\nIt's all just a little too much\nYeah\nSaid I've got a four leaf clover\nYeah\nIt's gotta bring a little luck",0
17,10_Years___Waking_Up,sad,"""Waking Up  [Verse 1]\nDistance and space allow emotions to age into faith\nOur bodies may end up alone but close\n\n[Hook]\nAre you there?\nCan you hear me?\nAre you there?\nCan you feel me?\n\n[Verse 2]\nJust in the way all your fingertips touch me\nThey are healing\nOne day we'll all fall prey\n[Hook]\nAre you there?\nCan you hear me?\nAre you there?\nCan you feel me?\n\n[Verse 3]\nWaking up good morning to you my dear\nI'm waking up enduring my biggest fears of\nDistance away a weight distance away\n\n[Hook]\nAre you there?\nCan you hear me?\nAre you there?\nCan you feel me?\n\n[Outro]\nWaking up good morning to you my dear\nI'm waking up enduring my biggest fear loveYou might also like2",1
1726,Arcade_Fire___Haiti,happy,"""Haiti  [Verse 1: Regine Chassagne]\nHaïti, mon pays\nWounded mother I’ll never see\nMa famille set me free\nThrow my ashes into the sea\n\n[Verse 2: Regine Chassagne]\nMes cousins, jamais nés\nHantent les nuits de Duvalier\nRien n'arrete nos esprits\nGuns can’t kill what soldiers can’t see\n[Verse 3: Regine Chassagne]\nIn the forest we are hiding\nUnmarked graves where flowers grow\nHear the soldiers angry yelling\nIn the river we will go\n\n[Verse 4: Regine Chassagne]\nTous les morts-nés forment une armée\nSoon we will reclaim the earth\nAll the tears and all the bodies\nBring about our second birth\n\n[Verse 5: Will Butler]\nHaïti, never free\nN'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme\nTes enfants sont partis\nIn those days their blood was still warmSee Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $205You might also like6",0
7278,Dishwalla___Angels_Or_Devils,sad,"""Angels or Devils  [Verse 1]\nThis is the last time\nThat I'm ever gonna come here tonight\nThis is the last time I will fall\nInto a place that fails us all inside\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd I can see the pain in you\nAnd I can see the love in you\nBut fighting all the demons will take time\nIt will take time\n[Chorus]\nThe angels they burn inside for us\nAre we ever, are we ever gonna learn to fly\nThe devils they burn inside of us\nAre we ever gonna come back down\nCome around\n\nI'm always gonna worry about\nThe things that could make us cold\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis is the last time\nThat I'm ever gonna give in tonight\nAre there angels or devils crawling here?\nI just want to know what blurs\nAnd what is clear to see\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\n\n[Chorus]\n\nI'm always gonna worry about the things\nThat could break us\n\nIf I was to give in\nGive it up and then\nTake a breath, make it deep\nCause it might be the last one you get\nBe the last one that could make us cold\nYou know that they could make us cold\nNo, no, no, no, no, no\nI'm always gonna worry about\nThe things that could make us coldYou might also like1",1
1456,Annie_Lennox___Into_The_West_Album_Version,sad,"'', 'default'",1
3252,Björk___Generous_Palmstroke,sad,"""Generous Palmstroke  [Verse 1]\nI am strong in his hands, I am beyond me\nOn my own, I am human, and I do faults\nI do confess, I feel you trickling\nDown my shoulders from above\n\n[Verse 2]\nI turn myself in, I give myself up\nVolunteer, you own me, I'm yours\nYou have to trust it, I'm eternally yours\nAll that I gave them, I gave to you\n[Verse 3]\nSo needy of comfort, but too raw to be embraced\nUndo this privacy and put me in my place\nGenerous palmstroke: the hugest of hugs\nUndo this privacy, embrace\n\n[Refrain]\nEmbrace me\nEmbrace me\nEmbrace me\nEm...\n\n[Verse 4]\nI am strong in his hands, I am above\nWay beyond me, I can't...\n\n[Verse 5]\nShe's strong in his hands, she is beyond her\nOn her own, she is human, and she does faults\nShe's strong in his hands, she is beyond her\nOn her own, she is human, and she does faults\nShe's strong in his handsSee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like16",1
3119,Billy_Corgan___All_Things_Change_Album_Version,calm,"'', 'default'",2
7634,EagleEye_Cherry___Falling_In_Love_Again,happy,"""Falling In Love Again  I'm so tired\nOf falling in love\nFinding it easier to fall out\nCan't deny it\nI feel it inside Cupid's fire\nI can't hide\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\nIt's been so long now\nSince I gave up my heart\nI've kept it locked down\nI don't wanna get it harmed\nSo let me tell you now\nI just want to be sure\nThat you won't hurt me\nCan you promise me that\n\n[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\n\nYou got to tell me\nIf you're going to break my heart\n'Cos I don't wanna take the chance\nAnd if it ain't true\nAll it's gonna be\nIs nothing but a poor romance\nSo give me that promise to hold on\nAnd I'll never let you go\nWe gotta have something to go on\nI'm letting you know now\nYou might also like[Chorus:]\nI'm falling in love again\nAin't nothing I can do\nFalling in love again\nGirl this time it's with you\nWhen I fall\nIt's always the same\nAnd I'm so tired\nOf playing this game\n\nFalling in love again\nI'm falling now, I'm falling\nFalling in love again\nGirl, you got me, yeah, you got me, oh\nI'm Falling in love again\nOh, I'm falling now\nI'm Falling in love againoh yeah\nFalling in love again\nFalling in love again\nI'm Falling in love again\nI'm Falling in love again",0
7095,Diana_Ross___If_We_Hold_On_Together,happy,"""If We Hold On Together  Don't lose your way\nWith each passing day\nYou've come so far\nDon't throw it away\nLive believing\nDreams are for weaving\nWonders are waiting to start\nLive your story\nFaith, hope and glory\nHold to the truth in your heart\nIf we hold on together\nI know our dreams will never die\nDreams see us through to forever\nWhere clouds roll by\nFor you and I\n\nSouls in the wind\nMust learn how to bend\nSeek out a star\nHold on to the end\nValley, mountain\nThere is a fountain\nWashes our tears all away\nWords are swaying\nSomeone is praying\nPlease let us come home to stay\n\nIf we hold on together\nI know our dreams will never die\nDreams see us through to forever\nWhere clouds roll by\nFor you and I\n\nWhen we are out there in the dark\nWe'll dream about the sun\nIn the dark we'll feel the light\nWarm our hearts, everyone\nYou might also likeIf we hold on together\nI know our dreams will never die\nDreams see us through to forever\nAs high as souls can fly\nThe clouds roll by\nFor you and I2",0
4780,Candy_Dulfer___For_The_Love_Of_You,happy,"""For The Love Of You  Hey baby\nI'm living for you\n\nDrifting on a memory\nAin't no place I'd rather be\nThan with you, loving you\n\nDay will make the way for night\nAll we need is candlelight\nAnd a song, soft and long\nWell, you'd like to think\nWe're alone with a love unlike no other\nSad to see, a new horizon\nSlowly coming into view\n\nI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you\n\nLovely as a ray of sun\nThat touches me\nWhen the morning comes\nFeels good to me, my lovin' me\nYeah yeah yeah\n\nSmoother than a gentle breeze\nFlowing from my mind with ease\nSoft as can be\nWell, when you're loving me, ooh baby\n\nLove to be, riding the waves of your love\nEnchanted with your touch\nIt seems to me, we can sail together\nIn and out of mystery\nYou might also likeI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you\n\nParadise, I have to think\nCan't feel as secure again\nYou're the key and this I see\n\nNow and then I lose my way\nUsin' words to try\nAnd say what I feel\n\nOh yeah, your love is real\nI might as well sign my name on a card\nThat's been sayin' better\n\nSee, time will tell\n'Cause it seems that I've done\nJust about all that I can do\n\nI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you\nI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you\n\nI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you\n\nI wanna be living\nFor the love of you\nAll that I'm giving\nIs for the love of you",0
2162,Autograph___Turn_Up_The_Radio,happy,"""Turn Up The Radio  [Intro]\nOoh yeah\nTurn it up\nCome on\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm working hard, you're working too\nWe do it every day\nFor every minute I have to work\nI need a minute of play\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDay in, day out, all week long\nThings go better with rock\nThe only time I turn it down\nIs when I'm sleepin' it off\n\n[Chorus]\nTurn up the radio\nI need the music, gimme some more\nTurn up the radio\nI wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow listen\nI wanna shake, I wanna dance\nSo count it of one, two, three\nI hear the beat, I'm in a trance\nNo better place to be\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDaytime, nighttime, anytime\nThings go better with rock\nI'm goin' twenty four hours a day\nI can't seem to stop\n\n[Chorus]\nTurn up the radio\nI need the music, gimme some more\nTurn up the radio\nI wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more\nYou might also like[Guitar solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nTurn up the radio\nI need the music, gimme some more\nTurn up the radio\nI wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more\nTurn up the radio\nI need the music, gimme some more\nTurn up the radio\nI wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more\nTurn up the radio\nI need the music, gimme some more\nTurn up the radio\nI wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more1",0
5987,Cream___Take_It_Back,sad,"""Take It Back  [Chorus]\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\nRight away, far away, take that thing right outta here\n\n[Verse 1]\nDon't let them take me to where streams are red\nI want to stay here and sleep in my own bed\nNeed all your loving, long blonde hair\nDon't let them take me 'cause I easily scare\n\n[Chorus]\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\nRight away, far away, take that thing right outta here\n[Verse 2]\nI got this great need, the need to stay alive\nNot ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive\nSo come on, baby, don't go away\nJust let them save me for a rainy day\n\n[Chorus]\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\n\n[Harmonica Solo]\n\n[Verse 2]\nI got this need, the need to stay alive\nNot ashamed of my creed, I've got to survive\nSo come on, baby, don't go away\nJust let them save me for a rainy day\n\n[Chorus]\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here\nRight away, far away, take that thing right outta here\n\n[Verse 3]\nI got this thing, I've got to keep it sharp\nDon't go to places where it won't shine in the dark\nSo come on, baby, don't go away\nJust let them save me for a rainy day\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nTake it back, take it back, take that thing right outta here",1
9622,Frozen_Plasma___A_Second_of_Life,sad,"'A Second of Life  Alive without breath\nAs cold as death\nA heart like a stone\nNever felt alone\nShe never felt alone\nNo feelings inside\nHer lips never lied\nNo worries in mind\nNot one of the kind\nShe was not one of the kind\nShe can’t be seen\nCan’t be felt\nCan’t be heard\nCan’t be smelled\n\nNever said any word\nFlew away like a bird\nJust a second of life\nUntil her time arrived\n\nShe left this world\nTook her flight\nTowards the rays of light\nShe cast warm sand\nOver deep rivers\nAnd withered land\nShe held my hand\nMy eyes grew dim\nWe watch death walk in\nWhere will she go?\nHang your prayers in the winds of the nightYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1602,Antony__The_Johnsons___Everglade,sad,"'Everglade  When I\'m floating in the water\nAnd your eyes are lilies all around\nWhen I\'m lying sweetly in my bed\nThe sun plays crystal with my eyes\n\nThen I stop\nMy body stops crying for home\nMy limbs stop weeping for home\n\nWhen I\'m peeping in a parlor of trees\nAnd the leaves are winking all around\n""I\'m home,"" my heart sobs in my veins\nBut brains they play the softest games\nFingers kiss the string\nMouth taste the blade of Everglade\nOf Everglade\nOf EvergladeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2913,Beth_Orton___Absinthe,calm,"""Absinthe  My love's a star you only saw the traces of\nWhat went before is not no more, it's the embers of\nPeople always catching names too late\nAnd we're all sorry there's no time to make the change\n\nI could hear rebellion rising\nI could feel the stars aligning\nI could see the wave rising\nBut I never did seem to find my way back home\n\nMy love's a ball I threw to you\nOnce I was gone, you caught it too\nLove ignored erodes in time\nChanges shape, went and changed your mind\nAll I really needed was someone to take me home\nEnough absinthe can crush your spirit to the bone\nAnd I could feel rebellion rising\nI could hear the stars aligning\nI could see the wave rising\nBut I never did seem to find my way back home\nNo, I never did wanna find my way back homeYou might also like1",2
3895,Boney_M___Gotta_Go_Home,happy,"""Gotta Go Home  [Chorus]\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\n\n[Verse 1]\nHeadin' for the islands\nWe're ready, man, and packed to go\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nWhen we hit those islands\nThere's gonna be a big hello\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nDiggin' all the sunshine\nIt's easy not to say goodbye, bye, bye, bye\nHeadin' for the islands\nHey, yeah, we're really flyin' high\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\n\n[Verse 2]\nWalkin' down the beaches\nTomorrow morning, we'll be there\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nGolden sandy beaches\nSay, I can smell the breezy air\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOne more celebration\nAnd then we're ready for goodbye, bye, bye, bye\nWalkin' down the beaches\nHey, yeah, we're really flyin' high\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\nOoh-ooh-hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh\n\n[Bridge]\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nDo-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nGoing back home Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nGoing back home Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nGoing back home Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do\nGoing back home Do-do-do, do-do-do\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\nGotta go home, home, home\n[Outro]\nGotta go home1",0
1716,Arab_Strap___Here_We_Go,sad,"""Here We Go  How am I supposed to walk you home\nWhen you're at least fifty feet ahead?\nCause you walked off in a huff\nAnd I'm that pissed I can't remember what it was I said\n\nAnd I don't doubt you wouldn't touch him now\nBut let's face it, you always use to go for that kind\nAnd if you ever really wanted two men at once\nAll I'm saying is I better be one of the guys you've got in mind\n\nHere we go\nSame time, same place\nI don't like the way\nYou kiss his face\nIt's not that there's\nNo trust as such\nI'd love to make up\nBut I've had too much\nNow you know fine well I'm staying\nI've only ever carried out that threat once before\nAnd even then I couldn't get far\nAnd your mum came and called me back before I'd even made it to the door\n\nHere we go\nSame time, same place\nMy embarrassment versus\nYour damp face\nWe could talk down here\nOr we could talk in bed\nBut I'm afraid that's all\nAs I've already said",1
6970,Devendra_Banhart___Will_Is_My_Friend,happy,"""Will Is My Friend  One, two, three, four\n\nWill is my friend\nWill sings like John\nGoin' back to California\n\nWill is the west\nCoast with me\nWill is a pass\nIs a plenty\nWill is a good friend of mine\nWith whom I spend a whole lotta my time\n\nThe lemon tree\nIt laughs at me\nIt's growin' beautifully\n\nThe little vine\nIt won't unwind\nAnd it'll wrap your whole in time\nNow let's have a glass of wine\nNow let's have another glass of wine\n\nThis is the water\nIn which we wade\nThis is our father\nAnd this is how he strayed\n\nThis is the wind\nAnd this is the breeze\nI ooooo eeee\n\nWill is my friend\nWill sings like John\nGoin' back to California",0
3320,Black_Kids___Hit_The_Heartbrakes,happy,"'Hit The Heartbrakes  Knock, knock\nWho\'s there?\nCall the ghost in your underwear\nCall the ghost in your underwear who?\nCall the ghost in your underwear ""boo""\nIt\'s fine, all right, you can stay the night\nBut please be gone by next morning\'s light\nOh, please don\'t pout, don\'t cause a scene\nOh, babygirl, don\'t be mad at me!\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, yeah, it\'s you\nYou\'ve been hittin\' the heartbrakes hard\nIt ain\'t no use, cos we\'re still gonna crash\nCos you\'re still keeping after me\nIt\'s flattering, but really!\nAb-ra cadab-ra!\nEvery summer you disappear\nCos it\'s so sticky in the Dirty South\nIt\'s hot as balls\nHey now, watch your mouth!\n\nI must repeat: I think you\'re sweet\nBut ain\'t no way that I\'m gonna meet\nYour mother, your father\nYour dog or your brother\nYour nephew and niece, girl\nI just can\'t be bothered\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, yeah, it\'s you\nYou\'ve been hittin\' the heartbrakes hard\nIt ain\'t no use, cos we\'re still gonna crash\nCos you\'re still keeping after me\nIt\'s flattering, but really!\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, yeah, it\'s you\nYou\'ve been hittin\' the heartbrakes hard\nIt ain\'t no use, cos we\'re still gonna crash\nCos you\'re still keeping after me\nIt\'s flattering, but really!\nYou might also likeHit the heartbrakes\nHit the heartbrakes\nHit the heartbrakes\nHit the heartbrakes, baby\nYou\'re driving me crazy\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, yeah, it\'s you\nYou\'ve been hittin\' the heartbrakes hard\nIt ain\'t no use, cos we\'re still gonna crash\nCos you\'re still keeping after me\nIt\'s flattering, but really!\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, yeah, it\'s you\nYou\'ve been hittin\' the heartbrakes hard\nIt ain\'t no use, cos we\'re still gonna crash\nCos you\'re still keeping after me\nIt\'s flattering, but really!\n\nOh, boo, what can I do?\nIt\'s not me, it\'s you, yeah, it\'s you, yeahEmbed', 'default'",0
260,Abba___SOS,happy,"""S.O.S.  [Verse 1]\nWhere are those happy days? They seem so hard to find\nI tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind\nWhatever happened to our love? I wish I understood\nIt used to be so nice, it used to be so good\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S\nThe love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S\nWhen you're gone, how can I even try to go on?\nWhen you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?\n[Verse 2]\nYou seem so far away though you are standing near\nYou made me feel alive, but something died I fear\nI really tried to make it out, I wish I understood\nWhat happened to our love? It used to be so good\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S\nThe love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S\nWhen you're gone, how can I even try to go on?\nWhen you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Chorus]\nSo, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S\nAnd the love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S\nWhen you're gone, how can I even try to go on?\nWhen you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?\n\n[Outro]\nWhen you're gone, how can I even try to go on?\nWhen you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?You might also like8",0
6999,Devil_Sold_His_Soul___Some_Friend,sad,"""Some Friend  You are here in my heart\nWhy won't you see me?\nI can't hate you\n\nI trusted you\nYou lied to me, betrayed me\nHow could you make me choose\nBetween us and you?\nAnd then you treated me like an enemy\nThen one day, you cut me out\nErased me from your life\nIt was like you have died\nBut I still see you\nI was your friend\nSome friend you turned out to be\nI wish I had never befriended you\n\nAnd now you talk down about me\nTrying to change me into someone else\nTo erase your guilt",1
3544,Blockhead___Insomniac_Olympics,calm,"'Insomniac Olympics  [Instrumental]\n\nI live life around 2 A.M. nights\nI live two lives\nThe hood\nJust to see a little bloodYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
4740,Camera_Obscura___Lunar_Sea,happy,"""Lunar Sea  For the Lunar sea see the river moon and you've got it\nMatch the finest words to the greatest tune and you bought it\nSee me cross in style, walk the longest mile in a minute\nWhere do drifters go? Wonder if they know there's no limit\nAt the rainbow's end, find a perfect friend, say you're sorry\nMake me dream at night, break my heart on sight, don't you worry\nSwept the sounds of love from the skies above and I knew it\nSwim the seas of blue just to drown in you and I blew it\n\nYou hear it, the shiver in spine, don't come near it\nI love it, you soar and you cry, rise above it\nGot my lunar sea for your river moon if you let it\nMatch my finest words to your greatest tune, won't forget it\n\nYou hear it, the shiver in spine don't come near it\nI love it, you soar and you cry, rise above it\n\nFly by lunar sea lullaby, fly by lunar sea lullaby\nFly by lunar sea lullaby, fly by lunar sea lullaby",0
3823,Bobby_Vee___More_Than_I_Can_Say,happy,"""More Than I Can Say  Wo-oh yay yay\nLove you more than I can say\nI'll love you twice as much tomorrow\nWo-oh, love you more than I can say\n\nWo-oh yay yay\nI miss you every single day\nWhy must my life be filled with sorrow\nWo-oh, love you more than I can say\n\nDon't you know I need you so\nTell me please, I gotta know\nDo you mean to make me cry\nAm I just another guy\nWo-oh yay yay\nLove you more than I can say\nI'll love you twice as much tomorrow\nWo,oh, love you more than I can say\n\nDon't you know I need you so\nTell me please, I gotta know\nDo you mean to make me cry\nAm I just another guy\n\nWo-oh yay yay\nI love you more than I can say\nI'll love you twice as much tomorrow\nWo-oh, love you more than I can say",0
2502,Basshunter___I_Miss_You,happy,"""I Miss You  [Intro: Basshunter]\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\n[Verse 1: Lauren Dyson]\nHey\nI can't sleep\nI just can't breathe\nWhen your shadow is all over me\nDon't wanna be\nA fool in your eyes\nWhen all we had was built on lies\n[Chorus: Lauren Dyson]\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\nI miss you\n\n[Instrumental]\n\nI miss you\n\n[Verse 2: Lauren Dyson]\nWhat would it take\nFor you to see\nTo make you understand\nThat I always believe\nYou and I can make it through\nYou still know I can't get over you\n\n[Chorus: Lauren Dyson]\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\nYou might also like\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\n\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\n[Bridge]\n'Cause when our love fades away\nListen to me, hear what I say\n\n[Chorus: Lauren Dyson]\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do\nI just wanna be right here with you\nI don't wanna see, see us apart\nI just wanna tell you straight from my heart\n[Instrumental]\n\nI miss you\n\n[Outro]\nI don't wanna feel\nI don't wanna feel the way that I do",0
2342,Backstreet_Boys___The_One,happy,"""The One  [Intro: All]\nI'll be the one\n\n[Verse 1: AJ]\nI guess you were lost when I met you\nStill there were tears in your eyes\nSo out of trust and I knew\nNo more than mysteries and lies\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Brian]\nThere you are, wild and free\nReaching out like you needed me\nA helping hand to make it right\nI am holding you all through the night\n[Chorus: All]\nI'll be the one I'll be the one\nWho will make all your sorrows undone\nI'll be the light I'll be the light\nWhen you feel like there's nowhere to run\nI'll be the one\n\n[Verse 2: Nick]\nTo hold you\nAnd make sure that you'll be alright\n'Cause my faith is gone\nAnd I want to take you from darkness to light\n\n[Pre-Chorus: AJ]\nThere you are, wild and free\nReaching out like you needed me\nA helping hand to make it right\nI am holding you all through the night\n\n[Chorus: All]\nI'll be the one I'll be the one\nWho will make all your sorrows undone\nI'll be the light I'll be the light\nWhen you feel like there's nowhere to run\nI'll be the one\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Refrain: Nick]\nTo hold you\nAnd make sure that you'll be alright\n\n[Bridge: Brian]\nYou need me like I need you\nWe can share our dreams coming true\nI can show you what true love means\nJust take me hand, baby please\n\n[Middle 8: All]\nI'll be the one, I'll be the light\nWhere you can run to make it alright\nI'll be the one, I'll be the light\nWhere you can run\n\n[Chorus: All]\nI'll be the one I'll be the one\nWho will make all your sorrows undone\nI'll be the light I'll be the light\nWhen you feel like there's nowhere to run\nI'll be the one\n\n[Middle 8: All]\nI'll be the one, I'll be the light\nWhere you can run to make it alright\nI'll be the one, I'll be the light\nWhere you can run to make it alright\nI'll be the one\n[Refrain: Nick]\nTo hold you\nAnd make sure that you will be alright\n\n[Outro: AJ]\nI'll be the one2",0
7969,Elin_Sigvardsson___A_Person_Called_She,sad,"""A Person Called She  She tries to reach him in the morning\nBut he just took off without warning\nShe'd like a laid-back conversation\nInstead she's filled up with hesitation\nAnd it's the same part, same game\nSame procedure as every day\nAnd she's cold, so cold\n\nShe's alone again and she's trying to see an end\nShe's dying to have a friend\nShe's alone again\nShe's alone again with all his hollow words\nShe suffers a reverse\nShe's alone again\nA weak attempt of make-believe\nIs all she manages to achieve\nWhen she draws a breath and counts to ten\nBut as she exhales it's gone again\nAnd she feels like a crazy fool\nWhen she goes lalala and longs to be\nBut it helps it makes her float away\nTo another place where she can stay\nAnd it's the same part, same game\nSame procedure as every day\nAnd she's cold, so cold\n\nShe's alone again and she's trying to see an end\nShe's dying to have a friend\nShe's alone again\nShe's alone again with all his hollow words\nShe suffers a reverse\nShe's alone again\n\nIt's funny how all this goes by\nI blame it all on her, this person called she\nBut I guess it shows, it's all about me\n\nI'm alone again and i'm trying to see an end\nI'm dying to have a friend\nI'm alone again\nI'm alone again with all his hollow words\nI suffer a reverse\nI'm alone again",1
8384,Ensiferum___Lady_In_Black,sad,"'Lady In Black  She came to me one morning\nOne lonely Sunday morning\nHer long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind\nI know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking\nAnd destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win\nAh ah ah ...\n\nShe asked me name my foe then\nI said the need within some men\nTo fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god\nAnd I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies\nSo eager was my passion to devour this waste of life\nAh ah ah ...\nBut she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals\nSo easy to begin and yet impossible to end\nFor she the mother of all men who counciled me so wisely then\nI feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay\nAh ah ah ...\n\n""Oh lady lend your hand,"" I cried\n""Oh let me rest here at your side.""\n""Have faith and trust in me,""\nShe said and filled my heart with life\nThere is no strength in numbers\nI\'ve no such misconception\nBut when you need me be assured I won\'t be far away\nAh ah ah ...\n\nThus having spoke she turned away\nAnd though I found no words to say\nI stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear\nMy labor is no easier, but now I know I\'m not alone\nI find new heart each time I think upon that windy day\nAnd if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise\nTake courage from her as your prize and say hello for me\nAh ah ah ...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3519,Bloc_Party___On,sad,"'On  [Verse 1]\nI am on, switched on\nA sudden clearness, a clarity\nHidden away, in every locked toilet\nI\'ve been waiting for you in the Joiners Arms\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nI know your name, I know your name\nI\'ve danced with you, we\'re all friends here\nSilver slugs lined up like bullets\nRolled up twenties, they disappear\n[Chorus]\nYou make my tongue loose, you make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful and stutter-free\nYou make my tongue loose, you make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful\n\n[Verse 2]\nFriday night I do all the talking\nA pint and a fight, the dance floor is mine\nTruth serum and limbs that won\'t listen\nDrunken ""I love you""s, on top of the world\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nAnd when it runs out\nWe\'re chasing something we\'ll never catch\nAnd when it runs out\nWe buy more\nA flatness so bleak\nI\'ve been bitten by a vampire\nA flatness bleaker\nThan the one it replaced\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make my tongue loose, you make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful and stutter-free\nYou make my tongue loose, you make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI can charm, I can charm them all\nI can charm them all\nI can charm, I can charm them all\nI can charm them all\n\n[Chorus]\nYou make my tongue loose\nYou make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful and stutter-free\nYou make my tongue loose\nYou make my tongue loose\nI am hopeful\n\n[Outro]\nI can charm, I can charm them all\nI can charm them all\nI can charm, I can charm them all\nI can charm them allEmbed', 'default'",1
1811,Arctic_Monkeys___A_Certain_Romance,happy,"'A Certain Romance  [Spoken Intro]\n""Shall I keep rolling?""\n\n[Verse 1]\nWell, oh, they might wear classic Reeboks\nOr knackered Converse, or tracky bottoms tucked in socks\nBut all of that\'s what the point is not\nThe point\'s that there in\'t no romance around there\nAnd there\'s the truth that they can\'t see\nThey\'d probably like to throw a punch at me\nAnd if you could only see \'em then you would agree\nAgree that there in\'t no romance around there\n[Chorus]\nYou know? Oh, it\'s a funny thing, you know\nWe\'ll tell \'em if you like, we\'ll tell \'em all tonight\nThey\'ll never listen, because their minds are made up\nAnd course it\'s all okay to carry on that way\n\n[Verse 2]\n\'Cause over there there\'s broken bones\nThere\'s only music so that there\'s new ringtones\nAnd it dun\'t take no Sherlock Holmes\nTo see it\'s a little different around here\nDon\'t get me wrong though, there\'s boys in bands\nAnd kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands\nAnd just \'cause he\'s had a couple of cans\nHe thinks it\'s all right to act like a dickhead\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t you know? Oh, it\'s a funny thing, you know\nWe\'ll tell \'em if you like, we\'ll tell \'em all tonight\nThey\'ll never listen, because their minds are made up\nAnd course it\'s all okay to carry on that way\n\n[Bridge]\nBut I said no, oh no\nWell, you won\'t get me to go\nNot anywhere, not anywhere\nNo, I won\'t go\nOh, no, no\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nBut over there, there\'s friends of mine\nWhat can I say? I\'ve known \'em for a long long time\nAnd they might overstep the line\nBut you just cannot get angry in the same way\nNo, not in the same way\nSaid, not in the same way\nOh no, oh no, no71Embed', 'default'",0
7186,Dimmu_Borgir___Prudences_fall,sad,"""Prudence’s Fall  He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation\nTo the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes\nDarkness... My precious companion, even thou can't see his face\nSalvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...\n\nSadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter\nExistence woven into darkness, prudence did fall\n\n...In Satan's beauty, life was found...\n\nA flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night\nI enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno\nGaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...",1
5652,Colbie_Caillat___Magic,happy,"""Magic  [Verse 1]\nYou've got magic inside your fingertips\nIt's leaking out all over my skin, yeah\nEvery time that I get close to you\nYou're making me weak with the way\nYou look through those eyes\n\n[Chorus]\nBut all I see is your face\nAll I need is your touch\nWake me up with your lips\nCome at me from up above\nYeah, oh, I need you\n[Verse 2]\nI remember the way that you move\nYou're dancing easily through my dreams\nIt's hitting me harder and harder with all your smiles\nYou are crazy gentle in the way you kiss\n\n[Chorus]\nBut all I see is your face\nAll I need is your touch\nWake me up with your lips\nCome at me from up above\n\n[Bridge]\nOh baby, I need you\nTo see me, the way I see you\nLovely, wide awake in the middle of my dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all I see is your face\nAll I need is your touch\nWake me up with your lips\nCome at me from up above\n\n[Outro]\nAll I see is your face\nAll I need is your touch\nWake me up with your lips\nCome at me from up above\nYeah, oh, oh, da, da, da, do, do, do, do, do\nAll I see is your face\nAll I see is your face\nAll I see is your faceYou might also like2",0
3213,Bishop_Allen___Butterfly_Nets,sad,"'Butterfly Nets  Come that wicked wind\nTo pick you up\nAnd carry you off eastward\nThough i did release you\nFor to seek a warmer sky\n\nShould you be blown back\nKnow that i will always run to greet you\nStill surprised to catch you\nEvery time\nArmed with this small butterfly net\nI will face the world alone\n& never be lonely\n\nSo come that wicked wind\n& if you go, you could be gone forever\nI will wait awhile here\nBy & by & by & by -\n\nArmed with this small butterfly net\nI will face the world alone\n& never be lonely\n\nUp & up you go\nFor to steal the secrets of the heavens\nWill you share them with me\nMy bright & brilliant spy?\n\nShould you be blown back\nKnow that i will always run to greet you\nStill surprised to catch you\nEvery time\nStill surprised to catch you\nBy & by & by & by -You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8825,Faithless___Flowerstand_Man,calm,"""Flowerstand Man  'Bout a month ago\nI'd never seen your face\nI'd never heard your voice\n'Bout a month ago\nI am a careful hunter\nAnd I had to search\nBefore I found your love\n'Bout a month ago\n\nFor you my boy are the Flowerstand Man\nYou brought such colour to this place\nFor you my boy are the Flowerstand Man\nWith you I am laid bare\nI don't care if every river runs so dry\nI don't care if every species were to die\nI don't care about the ozone layer\nI wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no\n\nI don't care if we sell coke to Africa\nI don't care about apartheid\nI wouldn't notice if the poor get better\nI don't care about the starving who've died\n\nFor my boy when, when you live in me\nI don't care about anything but you\nFor my boy when, when you live in me\nI don't care about anything but you\n\nTake me home\nTake me home\nTake me home\nTake me home",2
1112,Amos_Lee___Bottom_Of_the_Barrel,calm,"""Bottom of the Barrel  I keep on livin'\nTo keep from cryin'\nI keep on dreamin'\nTo keep from dyin'\nI keep on trying\nI ain't gonna stop\n\nGet right down to the bottom of the barrel and float back on top\n\nWe all know someone\nWhos always hurtin'\nThe sun is shinin'\nThey draw the curtain\nOne thing for certain\nThe pain ain't gonna stop\nYou get right down to the bottom of the barrel and float back on top\n\nCuz i know the grass\nIs always greener in someone else's yard\nAnd the world is so much meaner\nWhen your heart is hard\n\nI go out walkin'\nIn any season\nIt could be rainin'\nIt could be freezin'\nI don't need no reason\nIt's just so pleasin'\nAnd i can't stop\n\nYou get right down to the bottom of the barrel and float back on top\n\nTou get right down to the bottom of the barrel and float back on top",2
4516,Buddy_Holly___Baby_I_DonT_Care,happy,"""Baby I Don’t Care  You don't like crazy music\nYou don't like rockin' bands\nYou just wanna go to a movie show\nAnd sit there holding hands\nYou're so square, baby, I don't care\n\nI don't why my heart flips\nI only know it does\nI wonder why I love you, baby\nI guess, it's just because\nYou're so square, baby, I don't care\nYou don't know any dance steps that I do\nI only know I love you like I do, I do, I do, I do\n\nI don't why my heart flips\nI only know it does\nI wonder why I love you, baby\nI guess, it's just because\nYou're so square, baby, I don't care\n\nI don't why my heart flips\nI only know it does\nI wonder why I love you, baby\nI guess, it's just because\nYou're so square, baby, I don't care\n\nBaby, I don't care\nBaby, I don't care\nCare, care, care",0
6690,Daylight_Dies___Four_Corners,sad,"'Four Corners  Four corners, neatly cleaned\nBone white clock\nCounts away\nSeconds of life\n\nAnother year\nPasses away\nQuietly, carefully\nWrapped\nIn promises of change\nHow many times must i look back\nCounting my mistakes\nHow many empty lives like mine\nBegin and end each day\n\nSlowly moving, shifting shapes\nDead memories, wandering\nLost\nStealing my sleepYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8456,Erasure___Love_Is_A_Loser,happy,"""Love Is a Loser  [Verse 1: Andy Bell]\nLove me forever\nLet me know that you'll\nNever leave me out in the cold\nNever leave me alone\nI'll show you devotion\nCan't control my emotion\nI got love on my side\nHey, what a surprise\n\n[Chorus 1: Andy Bell]\nThey say love\nIs just infatuation\nI say love\nIs dancing 'cross the nation\n[Verse 2: Andy Bell]\nLove's so appealing\nLeaves you rocking and reeling\nHow did it happen this time\nGot love on my mind\nHold me and kiss me\nTell me how much you'd miss me\nHow can they keep us apart\nGot love in our hearts\n\n[Chorus 2: Andy Bell]\nThey say we're just\nTwo more crazy lovers\nI say all we need\nIs one another\n\n[Post-Chorus: Andy Bell]\nOh Lord how they gonna stop us today\nMy word see how the passionless play\n\n[Verse 1: Andy Bell]\nLove me forever\nLet me know that you'll\nNever leave me out in the cold\nNever leave me alone\nI'll show you devotion\nCan't control my emotion\nI got love on my side\nHey, what a surprise\nYou might also like[Chorus 1: Andy Bell]\nThey say love\nIs just infatuation\nI say love\nIs dancing 'cross the nation\n\n[Post-Chorus: Andy Bell]\nOh Lord how they gonna stop us today\nMy word see how the passionless play\n\n[Coda: Andy Bell]\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation\nDancing across the nation",0
5315,Chris_Cornell___Follow_My_Way,sad,"""Follow My Way  [Verse 1]\nLittle one, don't be a fool\nI'm a wreck when I look mighty\nIn euphoria, I'm bruised\nIn confusion, next I'm lightning\nIn complacence, I am small\nThrough oblivion I'm charged\n\n[Chorus]\nFollow my way when I'm not leading anyone\nOpen and frayed when you can see that I'm unsure\nOut on my way, I'm only pure when I get lost\nAnd you're only needing when you're finding that I'm not\n[Verse 2]\nYou're just looking for a boy\nBathed in infrared and sunlight\nI'm all polish and reward\nWhen I'm confident, I'm hopeless\nJust like everybody else\nRight before they fall apart\n\n[Chorus]\nSo follow my way when I am falling from your heart\nWhen I'm the pain, fever, and sweet relief in one\nOut on my way, though I'm not worthy of your trust\nFollow me down into a swan dive, all eyes closed tight\n\n[Bridge]\nLowly, slowly, now I know\nI love where you go when you're gone\nWarm your hands inside my veins\nI might be contagious\nThrough oblivion, I charge\n\n[Chorus]\nSo follow my way when I am useless to your cause\nWhen I derail, calm in the patience of remorse\nOut on my way, out on my empty open nerves\nWhen all you know is that I don't know where we are\nWhen all you know is that I don't know\nFollow my way",1
1656,Apollo_440___I_Feel_You,sad,"""I Feel You  I feel you\nYour sun it shines\nI feel you\nWithin my mind\nYou take me there\nYou take me where\nThe kingdom comes\nYou take me to\nAnd lead me through\nBabylon\nThis is the morning of our love\nIt's just the dawning of our love\n\nI feel you\nYour heart it sings\nI feel you\nThe joy it brings\nWhere heaven waits\nThose golden gates\nAnd back again\nYou take me to\nAnd lead me through\nOblivion\n\nThis is the morning of our love\nIt's just the dawning of our love\n\nI feel you\nYour precious soul\nAnd I am whole\nI feel you\nYour rising sun\nMy kingdom comes\n\nI feel you\nEach move you make\nI feel you\nEach breath you take\nWhere angels sing\nAnd spread their wings\nMy love's on high\nYou take me home\nTo glory's throne\nBy and by\nYou might also likeThis is the morning of our love\nIt's just the dawning of our love",1
7034,Dexys_Midnight_Runners___Liars_A_To_E,anger,"'Liars A to E  [Verse 1]\nNobody tells you, you end up knowin\' Knowin\'\nBad habits, you should sleep alone\nOpen to suggestions, is that the way you feel?\nIs that the way, the way you feel?\n\'Cause you\'re the voice of experience, every word you choose Every word you choose\nSweet stolen info you must never lose\nYou\'re so secure in your habitat familiar\nYou feel it, you feel so secure\n\n[Chorus]\nBut you won\'t want from me\nYou never want, no, nothin\', never, yeah\nThere\'s nothin\' else to see\nAnd you should know somethin\'\nTry smokin\' your own and don\'t look at me\nI\'m lookin\', I\'m lookin\', singin\', singin\' it, singin\' it\n[Verse 2]\nNo need to explain it, just order dresses\nBad habits You keep you shouldn\'t keep\nDon\'t sleep there\nQuick nip next door to the, the vendor of charisma\nNo need to explain it, nip next door to the vendor of charisma\nBecause the, the time, the place, and the, the mood is right\nAnd good old Kevin\'ll be all right Kevin\'s gonna be alright\nOoh Here comes ""His Soul"" get your pen and notebooks ready\nOoh, here comes ""His""\nOoh, here comes ""His"", here comes ""His Soul""\nGet your pen and notebooks ready\n\n[Chorus]\nBut you won\'t look like me\nYou never want, no, nothin\', never, yeah\nYou\'ll never think like me\nAnd you should know somethin\'\nTry smokin\' your own and don\'t follow me\nI\'ll follow, I\'m singin\', singin\', singin\' it, singin\' it\n\n[Interlude]\nAh, there\'s no need to explain it, just\nJust nip next door to the vendor of charisma\n\n[Bridge]\nGot a voice of experience, every word you choose Every word you choose\nSweet stolen info you must never lose And you\'re gonna lose\nSo secure in your habitat familiar\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nYou won\'t want from me\nYou never want, no, nothin\', never, yeah\nThere\'s nothin\' else to see\nAnd you should know somethin\'\nTry smokin\' your own and don\'t look at me\nI\'m lookin\', I\'m lookin\', singin\', singin\' it, singin\' it\n\n[Outro]\nNo need to explain it, just order dresses Ooh\nBad habits You keep, you should sleep alone\nOpen to suggestions, is that the way you feel?\nIs that the way you feel?Embed', 'default'",3
7816,Eels___Mental,sad,"""Mental  [Verse 1]\nIt's like I'm dressed up in my mama's clothing\nIt's like I'm talking to a voice that doesn't exist\nIt's like I got a wire crossed upstairs\nBut all I want is just a little truth and that's it\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say I'm mental but I'm just confused\nThey say I'm mental but I've been abused\nThey say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all\n[Verse 2]\nAnother anchorman is on the TV\nHe's got that far away and vacant look in his eyes\nI turn the channel but nothing is changing\nThe only truth is that everything is a lie\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say I'm mental but I'm just confused\nThey say I'm mental but I've been abused\nThey say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nThere's truth in everything, there's truth in lies\nWith all this knowledge, well I think I'm gonna be wise\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say I'm mental but I'm just confused\nThey say I'm mental but I've been abused\nThey say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all\nNot at all\nNot at all\nNot at all\nNot at all\nNot at all\nNot at all\nNot at all",1
9033,Filter___Its_Gonna_Kill_Me,anger,"""It’s Gonna Kill Me  [Verse 1]\nThis girl's trying to kill me\nThis girl's trying to kill me\nShe's my favorite piece of plastic\nHeld to my ear\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nWhere do I go?\nI don't know\nWhere to play?\nI don't know\nWhat do I say?\nWhatever you say, yeah\nYeah\n[Chorus]\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd this girl's got a grip\nOh, where's mine?\nI spent the night walking home\nI spent the last night dreaming\nI spent the last night screaming\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nWhat do you need?\nI don't know\nWhere do you stay?\nI don't know\nWhat do you mean?\nI don't know\nWhere do you go?\nI don't know\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYou might also like[Interlude]\nOh yeah\nHuh yeah\nAw yeah\nAw yeah\nAw yeah\nAw yeah\nAw yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, it's gonna kill me\nYeah, it's gonna kill me2",3
8003,Ella_Fitzgerald___Im_Beginning_To_See_the_Light,happy,"""I’m Beginning To See The Light  [Verse 1:]\nI never cared much for moonlit skies\nI never wink back at fireflies\nBut now that the stars are in your eyes\n\nI'm beginning to see the light\nI never went in for afterglow\nOr candlelight on the mistletoe\nBut now when you\nTurn the lamp down low\nI'm beginning to see the light\n[Verse 2:]\nUsed to ramble through the park\nShadowboxing in the dark\nThen you came and caused a spark\nThat's a four-alarm fire now\n\nI never made love by lantern-shine\nI never saw rainbows in my wine\n\nBut now that your lips are burning mine\nI'm beginning to see the light",0
3953,Boston___Were_Ready,happy,"""We’re Ready  [Verse 1]\nI'm ready for more\nThe feelin' now that I'm beside you\nWe'll open the door\nDo anything that we decide to\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I know that there's something that's just out of sight\nAnd I feel like I'm finally seeing the light\nHoldin' on girl I know it's right\nI know it's right\nWe're ready!\n[Verse 2]\nYou and I\nWe'll find a reason\nTo simplify a change of season\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I feel like it's time we were off on our way\nWe can go so much farther than we've come today\nHoldin' on girl and come what may\nCome what may\nWe're ready! Come on!\n\nWe can find a way\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe're ready now\nCatchin' a wave to ride on\nSteady now\nHeading where we decide on\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I know that there's something that's just out of sight\nAnd I feel like we're trying to do something right\nCome on make it if we hold on tight\nHold on tight\nWe're Ready! C'mon We're ready\nWe're ready\nWe're ready, 1...2...3...4...\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWe can find a way\nWe're ready now, oooh, we're ready now\nWe're ready now, oooh1",0
5685,Coldplay___Twisted_Logic,sad,"'Twisted Logic  [Verse 1]\nSunlight opened up my eyes\nTo see for the first time, it opened them up\nAnd tonight rivers will run dry\nNot for the first time rivers will run\n\n[Verse 2]\nHundreds of years in the future\nThere could be computers looking for life on Earth\nDon\'t fight for the wrong side, say what you feel like\nSay how you feel\n[Chorus]\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go forwards again\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go\n\n[Verse 3]\nCreated, then drilled and invaded\nIf somebody made it, someone will mess it up\nAnd you are not wrong to ask, ""Who does this belong to?""\nIt belongs to all of us\n\n[Chorus]\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go forwards again\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go forwards\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go forwards again\nYou go backwards, but then\nYou go forwardsSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
650,Alcazar___Tears_Of_A_Clone,sad,"""Tears Of A Clone  A room with a hundred men\nThe design of a perfect blend\nIdentical strains of code\nDressed up in the fashion mode\n\nThe air I breathe\nThe blood that moves\nMy heart to mend I cry\n\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe mind of a mannequin\nThe look of the perfect twin\nThis army of confidence\nIs an army of no defence\n\nThe air I breathe\nThe blood that moves\nMy heart to mend I cry\n\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\n\nThe air that I breathe\nThe blood that moves me\nOne broken heart mend\nThe self I defend\nThe air that I breathe\nThe blood that moves me\nOne broken heart mend\nThe self I defend\n\nI walk through a no man's land\nCome lend your creating hand\nHow I crave for identity\nCome lend me your fantasy\nYou might also likeThe air I breathe\nThe blood that moves\nMy heart to mend I cry\n\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\n\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone\nThe tears of a clone",1
5510,Clan_Of_Xymox___Going_Round,sad,"""Going Round  Everything is turning round and around\nAnd around and around\nMythical problems in time and the living sun influencing life\nBut she doesn't, but she doesn't decide, she's careless\nEverything is just going on, going on, just as planned....\nTill the end of the century\n\nMerely a few wonder about the vanishing of this world\nThey will turn around, turn around, turn around\nEverything is just going on, going on , going on, just as planned\nWhat's left behind, what's left behind has nothing to do with what will come, with what will come\nSo turn around, turn around, so turn around, so turn, turn around\nSome are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night\nMind and matter have no bounds, the poison creeps where you cannot reach\nEverything is turning round and around and around\nMythical problems in time and the living sun, influencing life\nBut she doesn't decide, but she doesn't decide\nShe 's careless, everything is just going on, going on just as planned\nWhat's left behind, the spinning round of the essence of the source\nIt's going round It's going round It's going round\nIt's going round It's going round It's going round\nMerely a few wonder about the vanishing of this world\nThey will turn around, turn around, turn around ,turn around\nEverything is just going fine, under the living sun, it's just going fine under the living sun\n\nEverything is just going on, going on, going on, , just as planned\nWhat's left behind has got nothing to do with what will come, with what will come \nWhat will come, what will come .........",1
713,Alice_Cooper___Poison,anger,"""Poison  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nYour cruel device\nYour blood like ice\nOne look could kill\nMy pain, your thrill\n\n[Chorus]\nI wanna love you, but I better not touch don't touch\nI wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop\nI wanna kiss you, but I want it too much too much\nI wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison\nYou're poison running through my veins\nYou're poison\nI don't wanna break these chains\n[Verse 2]\nYour mouth, so hot\nYour web, I'm caught\nYour skin, so wet\nBlack lace on sweat\n\n[Chorus]\nI hear you calling and it's needles and pins and pins\nI wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name\nDon't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin deep in\nI wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison\nYou're poison running through my veins\nYou're poison\nI don't wanna break these chains\nPoison\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nOne look one look could kill could kill\nMy pain, your thrill\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to love you, but I better not touch don't touch\nI wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop\nI wanna kiss you, but I want it too much too much\nI wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison\nYou're poison running through my veins\nYou're poison\nI don't wanna break these chains\nPoison poison\nYou might also likeI want to love you, but I better not touch don't touch\nI wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop\nI wanna kiss you, but I want it too much too much\nI wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison\n\n[Outro]\nYeah!\nWell, I don't want to break these chains\nPoison poison no\nRunning deep inside my veins\nBurning deep poison inside my brain\nPoison poison\nI don't want poison to break these chains\nPoison poison14",3
3839,Bolt_Thrower___7th_Offensive,anger,"'7th Offensive  Shadows amongst the cloudburst\nMaelstrom returns\nA darkened shroud begins descent\nWasted men secured\nAs pulses fade\nSeventh offensive laid down\nProject D.O.4\nHeroes made dishonoured ground\n\nArtillery now silent\nFires forever stilled\nChlorine burnt the throat\nOf all blood agent kills\nGradients of syndrome\nClouds of war enraged\nThe day is lost, the night has won\nAll ends at point blank range\nMaximum casualties\nThe pointless slaughter\nWiped out generations\nMan, en masse destroyer\n\nFinal road to glory\nSurrendered life eternally\nNo survivors\nNow proclaim the call for victoryYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
7011,Devin_Townsend___The_fluke,happy,"""The Fluke  I am a Fluke in the world\nI haven't spoken a single word\nI'll have to wade through the bullshit\nBaby just to find my own vision of pearl\nI am a fluke in your world\nAnd even though it's a bit absurd\nI've been living in a dreamworld man\nAnd I hope you'll enjoy what I've heard\n\nCan't you see through me?\nCan't you hear through me?\nJust a moment in time...\nFREAK!!! ...FLUKE!!!\n\n....writing and eating and shitting and sleeping in rain or in shine masturbate till i'm blind in the cause and effect of the one troubled segment of time and the place and the look on your face and I write and I eat and I shit and I sleep yes I eat leafy greens nearly three times a week and I'm not unafraid but no longer afraid of you anymore....\n\nDown and under I've felt the toll\nYou can't hurt me any more\n\nI'm not afraid of you anymore!\n\nCan't you see through me?\nCan't you hear through me?\n...Corona without a lime",0
856,Alison_Krauss__Union_Station___Let_Me_Touch_You_For_Awhile,calm,"""Let Me Touch You for Awhile  [Verse 1]\nIt's been a long time coming\nAs you shed a lonesome tear\nNow you're in a wonderama\nI wonder what you're doing here\nThe flame no longer flickers\nYou're feeling just like a fool\nYou keep staring into your liquor\nWondering what to do\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't hardly know you\nBut I'd be willing to show you\nI know a way to make you smile\nLet me touch you for awhile\n[Verse 2]\nI'm gonna ruin my black mascara\nYou're drinking whiskey when it should be wine\nYou keep on looking into that mirror\nBut to me you're looking really fine\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't hardly know you\nBut I'd be willing to show you\nI know a way to make you laugh at that cowgirl\nAs she's walking out your door\nI know a way to make you smile\nJust let me whisper things you never heard before\nJust let me touch you, baby\nJust let me touch you for a while\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Outro]\nI don't hardly know\nBut I'd be willing to show you\nI know a way to make you smile\nIt's been a long time\nLet me touch you for a while",2
5063,Cave_In___Anchor,happy,"'Anchor  [Verse 1]\nWhatever makes you tired the resting always fails\n\'Cause anywhere you lay yourself\'s a bed of nails\nWhatever you exhale I breathe it in the air\nYou offer me a seat in your electric chair\n\n[Chorus]\nAre you safe to leave behind\nEvery anchor in your mind?\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\n[Verse 2]\nAnd every day you ask yourself, ""Why was I born?""\n\'Cause every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns\nAnd all the time I find you crawling on all fours\n\'Cause any movement sends you falling through trap doors\n\n[Chorus]\nAre you safe to leave behind\nEvery anchor in your mind?\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\nAre you safe to leave behind\nEvery anchor in your mind?\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\n\n[Bridge]\nNo tongue in cheek\nToo late it\'s already days and weeks\nBefore we can make ends meet\nAm I right and you\'re wrong?\nToo late, it already takes too long\nToo much to be flushed with you, ooh\nToo much to be flushed with you\nWhatever makes you tired the resting always fails\n\'Cause anywhere you lay yourself\'s a bed of nails\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAre you safe to leave behind\nEvery anchor in your mind?\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\n\n[Outro]\nAre you safe to leave behind\nEvery anchor in your mind?\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me in\nYou know better than I do\nSo clue me inEmbed', 'default'",0
3128,Billy_Idol___Then_The_Night_Comes,sad,"""Then the Night Comes  [Verse 1]\nIn this world of wild illusion\nMy room cold as the grave\nYes she knows\nI never pull my shade\n\nIs it a fear, fear of madness\nOr some strange alchemy\nIs it a fear of fear itself\nI think I'll get deranged\n[Chorus]\nThen the night comes\nI'm gonna be free\nNever enough, then the night comes\nThen the night comes\nI'm gonna be me\nNever enough, then the night comes\n\n[Verse 2]\nNever enough, haunts my psyche\nNever enough, forever\nNever enough\nAs I begin to shroom\n\nHere she comes so wild so horny\nMy stony-eyed Medusa\nShe's acting strange, insane\nOh yeah, we're gonna get deranged\n\n[Chorus]\nThen the night comes\nShe's gonna be free\nNever enough, then the night comes\nYeah, then the night comes\nI'm gonna be me\nNever enough, then the night comes\nYou might also likeOh, then the night comes\nBaby, make me\nNever enough, then the night comes\nIf the devil comes\nHe gonna tangle with me\nNever enough, then the night comes\n\n[Verse 3]\nI take some GHB\nI feel love, joy\nAnd wonderful ringing music\nNow, I just got to be me\n\nWe're here now, embrace this madness\nWe're here now for sorcery\nWe're here now, there is no sadness\nSo take this town and bring it down\n\n[Chorus]\nWhen the night comes\nI'm gonna be free\nNever enough, then the night comes\nThen the night comes\nI'm gonna be me\nNever enough, then the night comes\nThen the night comes\nYeah, then she comes\nNever enough, then the night comes\nMmm baby\nI'm gonna be free\nNever enough, then the night comes\n\nYeah yeah, then the night comes\nWhoo, then the night comes\nCome on, whoo, then the night comes\nCome on yeah, then the night comes\n\nThen the night comes\nMmm, then the night comes\nNever enough, then the night comes\nAlright, then the night comes\nYeah, we're alright\nWhen the night comes\n\nNever enough, then the night comes\nNever enough\nNever enough, then the night comes\nNever enough\n\nNever enough, then the night comes\nNever enough\nNever enough, then the night comes\nNever enough",1
4353,Britt_Nicole___Set_The_World_On_Fire,happy,"""Set the World on Fire  [Verse 1]\nI wanna set the world on fire\nUntil it's burning bright for You\nIt's everything that I desire\nCan I be the one You use?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI, I am small but\nYou, You are big enough\nI, I am weak but\nYou, You are strong enough to\n[Chorus]\nTake my dreams\nCome and give them wings\nLord with You\nThere's nothing I can not do\nNothing I cannot do\n\n[Verse 2]\nI wanna feed the hungry children\nAnd reach across the farthest land\nAnd tell the broken there is healing\nAnd mercy in the Father's hands\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI, I am small but\nYou, You are big enough\nI, I am weak but\nYou, You are strong enough to\n\n[Chorus]\nTake my dreams\nCome and give them wings\nLord with You\nThere's nothing I can not do\n\nTake my dreams\nCome and give them wings\nLord with You\nThere's nothing I can not do\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nMy hands, my feet\nMy everything\nMy life, my love\nLord, use me\n\nI wanna set the world on fire\nI wanna set the world on fire, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nTake my dreams\nCome and give them wings\nLord with You\nThere's nothing I can not do, no, no\n\nTake my dreams\nCome and give them wings\n'Cause Lord with You\nThere's nothing I can't do\nNothing I can't do\n\n[Outro]\nI'm gonna set the world on fire\nSet the world on fire",0
5361,Chris_Rice___Let_The_Words_Escape,sad,"""Let The Words Escape  Love, how did I find you?\nWas I even breathing before I knew your name?\nWho could ever have planned this?\nArranged a whole planet to all turn out this way\n\nHey, only Heaven knows\nThe dreams behind these things I'm aksing\nEven our angels look surprised\nTo bump their wings in passing\n\nI love you\nHow can I say\nI love you\nLet the words escape\nThough you snuck up behind me\nI thought I was hiding\nBut oh how I fell for you\n\nMy heart beats double inside me\nAs I learn to love it\nSay my prayers for two\n\nHey, only Heaven saw\nThe tears I cried\nOn the day I met you\n\nIf the whole world goes wrong\nI'll don a cape\nAnd fly to your rescue\n\nBecause I love you\nHow can I say\nI love you\nLet the words escape\nLet the words escape\nLet the words escape",1
5856,Cory_Branan___Crush,happy,"""Crush  That time i mentioned i was moving\nAnd you said you'd help me move\nI almost went out and bought some shit\nSo i'd need your help to move\nCause i got a crush on you\n\nRemember that Halloween when i went as Jimmy Dean\nYou were a princess, or a gypsy, or whatever\nI was James Dean\nAnd i had a crush on you\nI get a yes, a no, a maybe\nFrom the magic 8 ball of your mind\nI saw your mom's Camaro\nDammit girl you lookin fine\nAnd i got a crush on you\n\nDay in, day out, same routine\nBetter know what you think before you say what you mean\nSame old, same old, season after season\nBaby you're the kind of thing i do without reason\n\nThe sky's an 80 ft. mirror\nWith a fancy bevelled edge\nCouldn't make it any clearer\nI'm alone on this ledge\nJust me and my crush on you\n\nTeen-age hair-dos, bad leather\nMom's apartment, ethyl cans\nI wa-wa-wa-wa-wanna\nTake you to the dance\nCause i got a crush on you\n\nSome girls make me reach for the bottle\nSome girls make me reach for the sky\nYou got me reaching in every direction for\nJust one good reason why\nI gotta have this crush on you\nYou might also likeThat time i mentioned i was moving\nAnd you said you'd help me move",0
3649,Blue_October___18th_Floor_Balcony,calm,"""18th Floor Balcony  [Verse 1]\nI close my eyes and I smile\nKnowing that everything is alright\nTo the core, so close that door\nIs this happening?\nMy breath is on your hair, I'm unaware\nThat you opened the blinds and let the city in\nGod, you held my hand, and we stared\nJust taking in everything\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I knew it from the start\nSo my arms are open wide\nYour head is on my stomach and we're\nWe're trying so hard not to fall asleep\nHere we are\nOn this 18th floor balcony, we're both flying away\n[Verse 2]\nSo we talked about moms and dads, about family pasts\nJust getting to know where we came from\nOur hearts were on display for all to see\nI can't believe this is happening to me and\nI raised my hand, as if to show you that I was yours\nThat I was so yours for the taking, I'm so yours for the taking\nThat's when I felt the wind pick up\nI grabbed the rail while choking up\nThese words to say and then you kissed me, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nI knew it from the start\nMy arms are open wide\nYour head is on my stomach and we're\nWe're trying so hard not to fall asleep\nHere we are\nOn this 18th floor balcony, we're both flying away\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd I'll try to sleep, to keep you in my dreams\n'Til I can bring you home with me\nI'll try to sleep\nAnd when I do, I'll keep you in my dreams\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I knew it from the start\nSo my arms are open wide\nYour head is on my stomach and we're\nWe're trying so hard not to fall asleep\nSo here we are\nOn this 18th floor balcony, yeah\nSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Chorus]\nI knew it from the start\nSo my arms are open wide\nAnd your head is on my stomach\nNo, we're not going to sleep, sleep\nHere we are\nOn this 18th floor balcony, we're both flying away",2
6921,Descendents___Nothing_With_You,happy,"""Nothing with You  [Chorus]\nI don't wanna move\nI'll just sit here in my living room\nAnd see what's on the tube\nWhile I'm hanging out with you\n\n[Verse 1]\nPeople knock on my door\nRinging my phone\nTelling me the things I gotta get done today\nTo satisfy them, but what about me?\nLately I've been wishing I was brain dead\nNo responsibilities in my head today\nBaby let's see what's on the TV\n[Bridge]\nDoing nothing having fun\nOff to bed to get things done\nI'm not lazy, I'm in love\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna move\nI'll just sit here in my living room\nAnd see what's on the tube\nWhile I'm hanging out with you\n\n[Verse 2]\nPeople pressing my flesh\nTaking my time\nThey don't know a thing about my life with you\nI'm trying real hard\nHard not to care\nCause all I ever really want to do\nIs sit around doing nothing with you\nBecause nothing's only fun when you're there\n\n[Bridge]\nMad About You at dinnertime\nSeinfeld, Simpsons, So-Called Life\nSeen the reruns 20 million times\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI don't wanna move\nI'll just sit here in my living room\nAnd see what's on the tube\nWhile I'm hanging out with you\n\n[Outro]\nAll I wanna do\nAll I wanna do\nAll I wanna do\nIs do nothing with you1",0
1912,Ash___Lose_Control,happy,"""Lose Control  [Verse 1]\nI can't stop, can't stop thinking\nAbout you at all\nI called you up to come around tonight\nYou wouldn't give a straight answer\nBut you wouldn't say no\nEven though you're going with him\n\n[Chorus]\nHere comes the night\nLead me on\nIn your veins\nWarm inside\nHeart beats fast\nLights are low\nI want you\nLet it go\n[Verse 2]\nYou arrive with cool in your eyes\nAnd explain to me how he makes you feel\nInside, so safe, secure\nLater on as the night is falling\nYou bring me on with violent words\nDesire and being young\n\n[Chorus]\nHere comes the night\nLead me on\nIn your veins\nWarm inside\nHeart beats fast\nLights are low\nI want you\nLet it go\n\n[Outro]\nHere comes the night, it is coming on\nThe lights are low and our record's on\nInside your veins and you lead me on\nHere comes the night, it is coming on",0
4463,Bruce_Springsteen___The_New_Timer,sad,"'The New Timer  [Verse 1]\nHe rode the rails since the Great Depression\nFifty years out on the skids\nHe said, ""You don\'t cross nobody\nYou\'ll be all right out here, kid""\n\n[Verse 2]\nLeft my family in Pennsylvania\nSearching for work, I hit the road\nI met Frank in East Texas\nIn a freight yard blown through with snow\n[Verse 3]\nFrom New Mexico to Colorado\nCalifornia to the sea\nFrank, he showed me the ropes, sir\nJust till I could get back on my feet\n\n[Verse 4]\nI hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh\nI picked the peaches from the Marysville trees\nThey bunked us in a barn just like animals\nMe and a hundred others just like me\n\n[Verse 5]\nWe split up come the springtime\nI never seen Frank again\nExcept one rainy night, he blew by me on a grainer\nShouted my name and disappeared in the rain and wind\n\n[Verse 6]\nThey found him shot dead outside of Stockton\nHis body lying on a muddy hill\nNothing taken, nothing stolen\nSomebody killing just to kill\n\n[Verse 7]\nLate that summer, I was rolling through the plains of Texas\nA vision passed before my eyes\nA small house sitting track-side\nWith the glow of the savior\'s beautiful light\nSee Bruce Springsteen LiveGet tickets as low as $12You might also like[Verse 8]\nA woman stood cooking in the kitchen\nKid sat at a table with his old man\nNow I wonder, does my son miss me\nDoes he wonder where I am?\n\n[Verse 9]\nTonight I pick my campsite carefully\nOutside the Sacramento yard\nGather some wood and light a fire\nIn the early winter dark\n\n[Verse 10]\nWind whistling cold, I pull my coat around me\nHeat some coffee and stare into the black night\nI lie awake, I lie awake, sir\nWith my machete by my side\n\n[Verse 11]\nMy Jesus, your gracious love and mercy\nTonight, I\'m sorry, could not fill\nMy heart like one good rifle\nAnd the name of who I ought to killEmbed', 'default'",1
3464,Blind_Melon___Change,happy,"'Change  [Verse 1]\nI don\'t feel the sun\'s coming out, today\nIt\'s staying in, it\'s gonna find another way, yeah\nAs I sit here in this misery\nI don\'t think I\'ll ever, no, Lord\nSee the sun from here\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh, as I fade away\nThey\'ll all look at me and say\nAnd they\'ll say\n""Hey, look at him\nI\'ll never live that way""\nAnd that\'s okay\nThey\'re just afraid to change\n[Verse 2]\nAnd when you feel your life ain\'t worth living\nYou\'ve got to stand up, and take a look around you\nThen you look up, way to the sky-y-y, yeah\nAnd when your deepest thoughts are broken\nKeep on dreamin\', boy\n\'Cause when you stop dreamin\', it\'s time to die, yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nAnd as we all play parts of tomorrow, Lord knows\nSome ways, we\'ll work, yeah\nAnd other ways, we\'ll play\nBut I know we can\'t all stay here forever\nSo, I wanna write my words on the face of today\nAnd then, they\'ll paint it\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd oh, as I fade away\nThey\'ll all look at me and say\nThey\'ll say:\n""Hey, look at him\nAnd where he is these days""\nWhen life is hard, you have to change\nWhen life is hard, you have to changeYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",0
1948,Ashley_Parker_Angel___Shades_Of_Blue,sad,"'Shades Of Blue  [Verse 1]\nAs seven ticks to eight o\'clock\nHe rumbles down the stairs\nMother\'s cooking in her kitchen, Father\'s in his chair\nThe headline on the front page reads\n""The sun\'s coming out today""\nShining down in perfect streaks, it\'s Anywhere, USA\n\n[Chorus]\nWith eyes wide open\nThe sky is always a thousand shades of blue\nProbably broken, lost and lonely\nWe\'re all just shades of you\n[Verse 2]\nCan\'t you hear the school bells singing?\nHurry, don\'t be late\nWandering the crowded hallways\nSearching for his place\nThe writing on the chalk board reads\n""Who will be king this year?""\nAnd even though he raised his hand\nNo one knows he\'s there\n\n[Chorus]\nWith arms wide open\nHis life\'s becoming a thousand shades of blue\nProbably broken, lost and lonely\nWe\'re all just shades of you\nThere\'s no escaping where he\'s going\nA thousand shades of blue\nProbably hopeless, don\'t you notice?\nWe\'re all just shades of you\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOooohh, we\'re all just shades of you\nOooohh, A thousand shades of blue\nOooohh, we\'re all just shades of you\n\n[Bridge]\nHe let the water run too deep\nThen he just slowly slipped on in\nAnd when he finds the nerve to breathe\nAll they say is no one saw it coming\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nHear the sirens, the cops arriving\nA thousand shades of blue\nBut it\'s hopeless, no one noticed\nWe\'re all just shades of you\nWith eyes wide open, they found him floating\nA thousand shades of blue\nThere\'s no escaping where he\'s going\nWe\'re all just shades of you\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOooohh, we\'re all just shades of you\nOooohh, A thousand shades of blue\nOooohh, we\'re all just shades of you\nOooohh, A thousand shades of blueEmbed', 'default'",1
144,AR_Kane___Crazy_Blue,sad,"'Crazy Blue  Blue, everything goes crazy\nBlue, everything goes crazy\n\nWhen I think of you, everything goes crazy\nWhen I think of you, everything goes crazyYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5224,Chet_Baker___Look_For_The_Silver_Lining,happy,"'Look For The Silver Lining  Look for the silver lining\nWhenever a cloud appears in the blue\nRemember, somewhere the sun is shining\nAnd so the right thing to do is make it shine for you\nA heart, full of joy and gladness\nWill always banish sadness and strife\nSo always look for the silver lining\nAnd try to find the sunny side of life\nA heart, full of joy and gladness\nWill always banish sadness and strife\nSo always look for the silver lining\nAnd try to find the sunny side of lifeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5029,Cat_Stevens___Another_Saturday_Night,happy,"""Another Saturday Night  [Chorus]\nAnother Saturday night and I ain't got nobody\nI've got some money 'cause I just got paid\nNow how I wish I had someone to talk to\nI'm in an awful way\n\n[Verse 1]\nI got in town a month ago\nI've seen a lotta girls since then\nIf I could meet 'em I can get em, but as yet I haven't met 'em\nThats how I'm in the state I'm in\n[Chorus]\nOh, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody\nI've got some money 'cause I just got paid\nNow how I wish I had someone to talk to\nI'm in an awful way, mhm\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnother fella told me\nHe had a sister who looked just fine\nInstead of being my deliverance, she had a strange resemblance\nTo a cat named Frankenstein\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh Lord, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody\nI've got some money 'cause I just got paid\nNow how I wish I had someone to talk to\nI'm in an awful way\n\n[Bridge]\nOh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh\nOh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh\n\n[Verse 3]\nIt's hard on a fella\nWhen he don't know his way around\nIf I don't find me a honey to help me spend my money\nI'm gonna have to blow this town\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOh no, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody\nI've got some money 'cause I just got paid\nNow how I wish I had someone to talk to\nI'm in an awful way\nAh, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody\nI've got some money 'cause I just got paid\nNow how I wish I had someone to talk to\nI'm in an awful way\n\n[Outro]\nOoh, I'm in an awful way He's in an awful way\nI'm in an awful, ooh, I'm in an awful way\nHe's in an awful way",0
4011,Boys_Like_Girls___Holiday,happy,"""Holiday  [Verse 1]\nWhen I was younger, I used to be wild\nAs wild as an elephant's child\nNo one could hold me down\nNo one could keep me around\nNow it's your turn, take a shot\nBaby, show me everything that you got\nMaybe you can keep me alive\nMaybe you can get in my mind\nBut it's only a matter of time\n[Chorus]\nBefore I run far away\nI need to take a holiday\nMaybe it's a fall from grace\nI gotta find a new place\nA holiday\nI'll set off on a new chase\nI gotta see a new face\nI need to take a holiday\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy father, he was always wise\nAs wise as an elephant's eyes\nHe couldn't hold me down\nHe couldn't keep me around\nSo are you gonna take your shot?\nIt's the only one that you got\nMaybe I'll go out on a limb\nMaybe I'll jump in for a swim\nWhen the lights go dim\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know I'll run far away\nI need to take a holiday\nMaybe it's a fall from grace\nI gotta find a new place\nA holiday\nI'll set off on a new chase\nI gotta see a new face\nI need to take a holiday\nNeed to take a holiday\nWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nA new start\nI've broken too many hearts\nAnd I don't have any clue where to go\nI don't know\nBut maybe I'll be back someday after my holiday\n\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I was younger I used to be wild\nAs wild as an elephant's child\nAnd I don't think I'll ever change\nI think I'm gonna stay the same\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll run away\nI need to take a holiday Need to take a holiday\nMaybe it's a fall from grace\nI gotta find a new place\nA holiday\nI'll set off on a new chase Set off on a new chase\nI gotta see a new face\nI need to take a holiday\n\n[Outro]\nA new start\nI've broken too many hearts\nAnd I don't have any clue where to go\nI don't know\nBut maybe I'll be back someday after my holiday\nAll of the wasted time\nThe hours that were left behind\nThe answers that we'll never find\nThey don't mean a thing tonight",0
3346,Black_Mountain___Bright_Lights,sad,"'Bright Lights  Bright light\nLight bright\nBright light\nLight bright\nBright light\nLight bright\n\nWe love the night and all the witchery\n\nHurried\nHunters\nHelpless\nHitting\nHorror\nHit\nHard\nHoly\nHalo\nHurried\nHunters\nHelpless\nHitting\nHard\nHelpless\nHurting\nHoly\nHalo\nHelpless\nHurting\nHoly\nHalo\nBright light\nLight bright\nBright light\nLight bright\nLight bright\n\nTotal nightmare\nDarkness\nLightning crawls\n\nDestruction\nHuman war\nMisleading like you led the blind\n\nTotal nightmare\nDarkness\nLightning crawls\nMisleading like you led the blindYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
4809,Cara_Dillon___Falling_Like_A_Star,calm,"""Falling Like a Star  I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life\nI'm about to reach the ground\nI'm coming home to Earth\nI've reached my town\n\nAnd they said that you couldn't sit on a cloud, cause you'd fall right through\nWell how is it then, that I managed to?\nAnd how did I say what I just said to you?\nAm I thinking out loud, did you even ask me to?\n\nI'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life\nI'm about to reach the ground\nI'm coming home to Earth\nI've reached my town\nAnd the streets are empty how, but for the wrong reasons\nThey've all gone and left me alone\nAnd they left with a vengance, and they talk of their experience\nAnd they'll try and convince me, to join them\n\nHoly, Holy\nHoly is the only word I know these days\nHoly, Holy\nHoly is the only word I know these days\n\nThose flowers have never experienced anything like this before\nThey've been picked from their wilderness, put in a jar\nNow they're feeling the heat of this room\n\nAnd I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life\nI'm about to reach the ground\nI'm coming home to Earth\nI've reached my town\n\nFalling like a star\nI only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay\nFalling like a star\nI only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay",2
3012,Big_D_and_The_Kids_Table___Bender,happy,"'Bender  I\'m going on a bender this weekend\nI\'m gonna get real drunk\nI\'m not going to be able to speak\nAnd I\'ll pass out on my floor\nI won\'t be able to answer the door. [repeat]\n\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her."" Well that\'s alright\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her."" Well that\'s alright\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her.""\n\nAnd with his hands in the air\nThe only one in the crowd\nGotta got moving, got moving when he heard the sound\nWhen the music fits, it fits and just feels right\nNo need worry, worry never when you\'re in the night\nHis hands in the air\nThe only one in the crowd\nGotta got moving, got moving when he heard the sound\nWhen the music fits, it fits and jus-ahh\nI\'m going on a bender this weekend\nI\'m gonna get real drunk\nI\'m not going to be able to speak\nAnd I\'ll pass out on my floor\nI won\'t be able to answer the door. [repeat]\n\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her."" Well that\'s alright\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her."" Well that\'s alright\nShe said, ""you only like me because I take you away from her.""\n\nAnd with his hands in the air\nThe only one in the crowd\nGotta got moving, got moving when he heard the sound\nWhen the music fits, it fits and just feels right\nNo need worry, worry never when you\'re in the night\nHis hands in the air\nThe only one in the crowd\nGotta got moving, got moving when he heard the sound\nWhen the music fits, it fits and just feels right\nRight\n\nWe know, she only likes me because I take her away from all this. Well that\'s alright\nWe know, she only likes me because I take her away from all this\n\nWith nothing but all to lose\nShe\'s got nothing but all to lose\nWhich is nothing at all to lose\nWhich is nothing at all to lose\nYou might also likeI\'m going on a bender this weekend\nI\'m gonna get real drunk\nI\'m not going to be able to speak\nAnd I\'ll pass out on my floor\nI won\'t be able to answer the door\nyou see\nI\'m going on a bender this weekend\nI\'m gonna get real drunk\nI\'m not going to be able to speak\nAnd I\'ll pass out on my floor\nI\'ll pass out on my shag carpetEmbed', 'default'",0
6021,Crippled_Black_Phoenix___444,sad,"'444  ""444""\n\nWe got a loudspeaker here\nWhen we go into battle we play music very loud...\n[Kind of... calms us down.]\n\nThere are no cars ever or ever coming\nNo veneer here in\nAnd I\'ll pull the world down with you\nThey no come inside\nOh, and I\'m going to nail your vision\nBetween your own eyes\nBetween your own eyes\nThe pleasure\'s in the in be-in between\nPleasure\'s in the in be-in between\nPleasure\'s in the in be-in between...\n\nNumbers and coincidence\nEntice me to kneel down\nSome men run in threes before\nThey can yet seek alone\nYour wind mills fan your visions of\nThe stationary guards you own\n\nPleasure\'s in the in be-in between\nThe pleasure\'s in the in be-in between\nPleasure\'s in the in be-in between...\n\n...I\'m crazy, I mean like\nSo many positive waves\nMaybe we can\'t lose, you\'re on!\n\nThey in a day will allow my way\nAnd I won\'t hurt you so\nThey in a day will allow my way\nAnd I won\'t hurt you so\nThey in a day will allow my way\nAnd I won\'t hurt you so\nThey in a day will allow my way\nAnd I won\'t hurt you so...\nYou might also like{You, knock it off with them negative waves!}\nWhy don\'t you dig how beautiful it is out here?\nWhy don\'t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?\n[Crap!]Embed', 'default'",1
8509,Erin_McKeown___Rhode_Island_Is_Famous_For_You,happy,"""Rhode Island Is Famous For You  Copper comes from Arizona\nPeaches come from Georgia\nAnd lobsters come from Maine\nWell the wheat fields are the sweet fields of Nebraska\nAnd Kansas gets bo-nansas from the grain\nAnd old whiskey comes from old Kentucky\nAin’t the country lucky\nNew Jersey gives us glue\nAnd you, you come from Rhode Island\nLittle old Rhode Island; it’s famous for you\nCotton comes from Louisiana\nGophers from Montana\nAnd spuds from Idaho\nWell they plough land in the cowland of Missoura\nWhere most beef meant for roast beef\nSeems to grow\nAnd Grand canyons come from Coloradah\nGold comes from Nevada\nBut divorces also do\nAnd you, you come from Rhode Island\nLittle old Rhode Island is famous for you\n\nPencils come from Pencil-vania\nVests from Vest Virginia\nAnd tents from Tent-esee\nWell they know mink where they grow mink in Wyo-mink\nAnd a camp chair in new Hamp-chair that’s for me\nAnd minnows come from Minnow-sota\nCoats come from Da-coat-a\nSo why should you be blue?\nAnd you, you come from Rhode Island\nDon’t let ‘em ride Rhode Island\nIt's famous for you\nFamous for you\nFamous for you",0
6922,Descendents___Hope,sad,"""Hope  [Verse 1]\nWhy can't you see you torture me?\nYou're already thinking about someone else\nWhen he comes home, you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I know my day will come\nI know someday, I'll be the only one\n\n[Verse 2]\nSo now you wait for his spark, you know it'll turn you on\nHe's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel\nWhen he starts to lie, when he makes you cry\n[Chorus]\nYou know I'll be there, my day will come\nI know someday, I'll be the only one\n\n[Bridge]\nCall me selfish, call me what you like to think is right\nTo want someone for all your own and not to share her love\n'Cause I'll have my way, you won't have a say anyway\n'Cause I've got you, you don't stand a chance\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo now you wait for his cock, you know it'll turn you on\nHe's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel\nWhen he starts to lie, when he makes you cry\n\n[Chorus]\nYou know I'll be there, my day will come\nI know someday, I'll be the only one\nMy day will come\nI know someday, I'll be the only one\n\n[Outro]\nSo now you want perfection\nI see your self destruction\nYou don't know what you want\nIt's gonna take you years to find out\nI'm not giving up\nAnd when you've had enough\nYou'll take your bruised little head and you'll come\nRunning back to me\nYou know that I'm gonna be the only one\nI'm gonna be the only oneYou might also like5",1
2395,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Stone_On_The_Water,sad,"""Stone on the Water  So we restore harmony\nSmooth the lines on the face of an old enemy\nBut there's no wood on the fire again\nWe could meet in a place, you know where\nI know when to go\n\nSkipped like a stone on the water\nFall with no trace to lie permanently\nOoh\n\nInto the valley we roam, where we fumble around\nTill we find our way home\nYet all we have is an old ball of string\nWill it reach to the end of this dark labyrinth\nNo\nSkipped like a stone on the water\nFall with no trace to lie permanently\nOoh\nOoh",1
6391,Danny_Kaye___Anywhere_I_Wander,sad,"""Anywhere I Wander  Anywhere I wander, anywhere I roam\nTill I'm in the arms of my darling again\nMy heart will find no home\nAnywhere I wander, anywhere I roam\nHer/His arms were warm as they welcomed me\nHer/His eyes were a fire bright\nAnd then I knew that my path must be\nThrough the ever haunted night\nAnywhere I wander, anywhere I roam\nTill I'm in the arms of my darling again\nMy heart will find no home\nAnywhere I wander, anywhere I roam\nHer/His voice was oh such a soft caress\nOf love it gently told\nAnd in her/his smile was the tenderness\nI may never more behold\nAnywhere I wander, anywhere I roam\nTill I'm in the arms of my darling again\nMy heart will find no home\nAnywhere I wander, anywhere I roam",1
476,Aimee_Mann___Deathly,sad,"""Deathly  [Verse 1]\nNow that I've met you\nWould you object to\nNever seeing each other again?\n'Cause I can't afford to\nClimb aboard you\nNo one's got that much ego to spend\n\n[Chorus]\nSo don't work your stuff\nBecause I've got troubles enough\nNo, don't pick on me\nWhen one act of kindness could be\nDeathly\nDeathly\nDeathly\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause I'm just a problem\nFor you to solve and\nWatch dissolve in the heat of your charm\nBut what will you do when\nYou run it through and\nYou can't get me back on the farm?\n\n[Chorus]\nSo don't work your stuff\nBecause I've got troubles enough\nNo, don't pick on me\nWhen one act of kindness could be\nDeathly\nDeathly\nDeathly\nDefinitely\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou're on your honor\n'Cause I'm a goner\nAnd you haven't even begun\nSo do me a favor\nIf I should waver\nBe my savior\nAnd get out the gun\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also like[Chorus]\nJust don't work your stuff\nBecause I've got troubles enough\nNo, don't pick on me\nWhen one act of kindness could be\nDeathly\nDeathly\nDeathly\nDefinitely\n\n[Outro solo]",1
8018,Ellen_Allien__Apparat___Way_Out,sad,"'Way Out  Spotting trains at home\nShrinking world, dry lakes\nStorm is blowing dark\nWay out is hardYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
9450,Frank_Sinatra___Ol_Man_River,sad,"""Ol’ Man River  Here we all work 'long the Mississippi\nHere we all work while the white folk play\nPullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset\nGettin' no rest till the judgment day\n\nDon't look up and don't look down\nYa don't dast make the boss man frown\nBend your knees and bow your head\nAnd pull that rope until you're dead\n\nLet me go 'way from the Mississippi\nLet me go 'way from the white man boss\nShow me that stream called the River Jordan\nThat's the old stream that I long to cross\nOl' Man River, that Ol' Man River\nHe don't say nothin', but he must know somethin'\nHe just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along\n\nHe don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton\nAnd them what plants 'em are soon forgotten\nBut Ol' Man River just keeps rollin' along\n\nYou and me, we sweat and strain\nBody all achin' and wracked with pain\nTote that barge, lift that bale\nYa get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail\n\nI gets weary and sick of tryin'\nI'm tired of livin', but I'm scared of dyin'\nAnd Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along",1
7100,Diana_Ross___Touch_Me_In_The_Morning,happy,"""Touch Me in the Morning  [Intro]\nTouch me in the mornin'\nThen just walk away\nWe don't have tomorrow\nBut we had yesterday\n\n[Verse 1]\nHey, wasn't it me who said\nThat nothin' good's gonna last forever\nAnd wasn't it me who said\nLet's just be glad for the time together\nIt must've been hard to tell me\nThat you've given all you had to give\nI can understand your feelin' that way\nEverybody's got their life to live\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, I can say goodbye\nIn the cold mornin' light\nBut I can't watch love die\nIn the warmth of the night\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I've got to be strong\nDon't you know I need to\nHave tonight, when you're gone\n'Til you go, I need to\nLie here and think about\nThe last time that you'll\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nTouch me in the mornin'\nThen just close the door\nLeave me as you found me\nEmpty like before\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey, wasn't it yesterday\nWe used to laugh at the wind behind us\nDidn't we run away and hope\nThat time wouldn't try to find us?\nDidn't we run?\nDidn't we take each other\nTo a place where no one's ever been\nYeah, I really need you near me tonight\n'Cause you'll never take me there again\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nLet me watch you go\nWith the sun in my eyes\nWe've seen how love can grow\nNow we'll see how it dies\n\n[Chorus]\nIf I've got to be strong\nDon't you know I need to\nHave tonight, when you're gone\n'Til you go, I need to\nHold you until the time\nYour hands reach out and\n\n[Outro]\nTouch me in the mornin'\nIn the mornin'\nWe're blue and gold\nAnd we could feel one another livin'\nThen just walk away\nWe walked with a dream to hold\nAnd we could take what the world was givin'\nWe don't have tomorrow\nThere's no tomorrow here\nThere's only love and the time to chase it\nBut we had yesterday\nYesterday's gone, my love\nThere's only now and it's time to face it\nTouch me in the mornin'1",0
5105,Chairlift___Planet_Health,sad,"""Planet Health  When I arrived on planet health\nIn the state of being well\nSurrounded by self consciousnesses\nAnd body images\nI visited the food pyramid\nIn the desert of vitamins\nI found a desired heart rate\nAnd a mouth-to-mouth resuscitate\n\nI am feeling great tonight\nI am feeling great tonight\nI am feeling great tonight\nI am feeling great tonight\nI was trained in diversity\nIn the garden of puberty\nWhere they Heimlich-maneuvered me\nAnd they showed me how to make a baby\n\nI found my friends in the forest of lungs\nWhere we just said no to drugs\nOur intercourse was well protected\nWe made love with each others' eyes\n\nWe're feeling great tonight We're feeling great\nWe're feeling great tonight We're feeling... great\nWe're feeling great tonight\nWe're feeling great tonight\n\nThen I found out where you're sent\nWhen you're sick and sad and old\nThey kick you off of planet health\nInto a universe of cold\n\nStop, drop, and roll\nJust stop, drop, and roll Stop\nStop, drop, and roll Drop\nGotta stop, drop, to put out the fire\n\nStop, drop, and roll\nJust stop, drop, and roll Stop\nStop, drop, and roll Drop\nGotta stop, drop, to put out the fire\nYou might also likeFeeling great tonight Stop, drop, and roll... Just stop drop, and roll\nI am feeling great tonight Stop, drop, and roll\nI am feeling great tonight Gotta stop, drop, to put out the fire\nI am feeling great tonight Stop, drop, and roll... Just stop drop, and roll\nI am feeling great tonight Stop, drop and roll... Gotta stop, drop to put out the fire1",1
9169,Five_Finger_Death_Punch___Meet_the_Monster,anger,"""Meet the Monster  [Verse 1]\nIt's not that complicated, and you ain't gotta believe\nThey'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed\nI've never been complacent, I can't afford to be\nI know you think you're special, but you ain't nothin'\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCan you read between the lines?\nOr are you stuck in black and white?\nHope I'm on the list of people that you hate\nIt's time you met the monster that you have helped create\nBoo!\n[Chorus]\nYou've pushed me one too many times\nI'm sick of all of the fiction; we're gonna settle it\nYou've pushed me one too many times\nI'm sick of all of the shit; I'm gonna settle it!\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's not that complicated, and you ain't gotta believe\nThey'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed\nI've never been complacent, I can't afford to be\nI know you think you're special, but you ain't nothin'\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWell, there's nothing you can say to me now\nAnd there's nothing you can do to stop me\nIt's hard not to be a menace to society\nWhen half the population is happy on their knees\n\n[Chorus]\nYou've pushed me one too many times\nI'm sick of all of the fiction; we're gonna settle it\nYou've pushed me one too many times\nI'm sick of all of the shit; I'm here to settle it!\n\n[Verse 3]\n'Cause I can't take it anymore\nI refuse to live this way\nIt's not that I don't care enough\nIt's not that I can't see\nIt's everything inside of me\nThat won't let me be you\nIt won't let me be you!\nHa-ha-ha\nSee Five Finger Death Punch LiveGet tickets as low as $46You might also like[Verse 4]\nIt's not that complicated, and you ain't gotta believe\nThey'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed\nI've never been complacent; I can't afford to be\nI know you think you're special, but you ain't nothin'\nNo, you ain't nothin'\nAnd you'll never succeed\nI know you think you're special\nBut you ain't nothin'\n\n[Outro]\nBut you ain't nothin'!",3
5198,Cher___You_Take_It_All,calm,"""You Take It All  [Verse 1]\nEvery place that we ever knew\nJust a time we held on to\nEvery space that we ever made\nJust a piece of ourselves we saved\nEvery light that we ever held\nJust a fire from a dark, dark spell\nEvery love that we ever crave\nJust a thing to be kept and caged\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\n[Verse 2]\nEvery dream that we ever ride\nJust a place for our souls to hide\nEvery fear that we ever chase\nJust the fear of the truth we face\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\n\n[Bridge]\nI've made journeys though light\nI've made journeys through dark\nAnd it's the price I've paid\nBut I knew from the start with each beat of my heart\nThat you just blow me away\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet\nAnd sometimes Ooh, you take it all\nAnd sometimes Like the sea takes the land from under my feet",2
747,Alice_In_Chains___Shame_In_You,calm,"""Shame in You  [Verse 1]\nWhen I waken, and I'm aching, time for sleeping, yeah\nWhen I'm saying time to go and, I've been hurting, yeah\nWhen I'm laying, I'm still trying, concentrating on dying, yeah\n\n[Chorus 1]\nYou're right as rain, but you're wrong to blame\nAgreed my crime's the same\nMy sins I'll claim, give you back shed pain\nGo find a place for own shame\nSo you can deal with this thing unreal\nNo one made you feel any hurt, yeah\n[Verse 2]\nBody's moving, only proving, no one needed to move\nStill believing, yet mistaken, all God's children, yeah\nAnd I must say, I was stupid, selfishly she consumed, yeah\n\n[Chorus 2]\nAnd you must change patterns all we trained\nOr never regain peace you seek\nNow you hear me, for the things I see\nYeah, I believe in inner peace, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nThrow out, blow up, hold in\nShow fine, no signs, grow blindYou might also like3",2
2912,Beth_Orton___God_Song,calm,"""God Song  My house was built for loving not a theatre of war\nI take the poison for the cure\nBut he's my man and I've been doing him wrong\nYeah he's my man and I've been doing him wrong\nAnd I'm praying for the strength not to carry on\n\nI've watched and learnt to lead a decent life\nBut meanwhile I'm dying inside\nCos he's my man and I keep doing him wrong\nYeah he's my man and I've been doing him wrong\nBut I'm praying for the strength not to carry on\nI was built for loving not playing at war\nAnd I leave justice in the good hands of the law\nBut he's my man and I've been doing him wrong\nYeah he's my man and I've done him wrong\nBut I'm praying for the strength not to carry on",2
6944,Destinys_Child___Bootylicious,happy,"""Bootylicious  [Intro]\nKelly, can you handle this?\nMichelle, can you handle this?\nBeyonce, can you handle this?\nI don't think they can handle this Woo\n\n[Verse 1: Kelly]\nBetter move, 'cause we've arrived\nLookin' sexy, lookin' fly\nBaddest chick, chick in sight\nDJ, jam tonight\nSpotted me, a tender thang\nThere you are, come on baby\nDon't you wanna dance with me?\nCan you handle, handle me?\n[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nYou gotta do much better\nIf you're gonna dance with me tonight\nYou gotta work your jelly\nIf you're gonna dance with me tonight\nRead my lips carefully, if you like what you see\nMove, groove, prove you can hang with me\nBy the looks I got you shook up and scared of me\nBuckle your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly Hey\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly Hey\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBaby, can you handle this?\nBaby, can you handle this?\nBaby, can you handle this?\nI don't think you can handle this Woo\nYou might also like[Verse 3: Kelly]\nI'm about to break you off\nH-town goin' hard, read my hips\nSlap my thighs, swing my hair\nSquint my eyes\nLookin' hot, smellin' good\nGroovin' like I'm from the hood\nLook over my shoulder, I blow you a kiss\nCan you handle, handle this?\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\n\n[Verse 4: Michelle]\nMove your body up and down\nMake your booty touch the ground\nI can't help but wonder why\n'Cause my vibe's too vibealacious for you babe\n[B-Section]\nI shake my jelly at every chance\nWhen I whip with my hips you slip into a trance\nI'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have\nNow let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz\n\n[Bridge]\nPa pa de do da-de\nPa pa de do da-de do\nPa de-de oh\nPa de-de oh\nPow pow pow pow\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly You're ready\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, baby\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly For you, for you, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly For you, for you, baby\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this jelly\nI don't think you're ready for this\n'Cause my body's too bootylicious for ya, baby18",0
1339,Anggun___On_The_Breath_Of_An_Angel,sad,"""On the Breath of an Angel  [Chorus]\nWherever I go\nWhatever I see\nOver oceans unknown\nYou are always with me\nPure as the water\nWe float on this wave\nOn the breath of an angel\nI'll fly away\n\n[Verse 1]\nAt the ends of your fingers\nI follow tonight\nCaught in the lighting\nOf a thousand horizons\nWe dance for no reason\nYou hold on so tight\nLost in the feeling of a wonderful ride\n[Interlude]\nDi semua bahasa\nSemua warna\nKupahami kata\nYang kau ukir indah\nNyanyi beku angin\nCairkan sengat suria\nDi relung hatiku\nBernyanyi Bidadari\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can hear every word\nI see everywhere\nTake me into your world\nYou can answer my prayers\nRivers of hours where time is so rare\nHold me forever\nSay you'll always be there\n\n[Chorus]\nWherever I go\nWhatever I see\nOver oceans unknown\nYou are always with me\nPure as the water\nWe float on this wave\nOn the breath of an angel\nI'll fly away",1
2638,Beck___Rental_Car,happy,"""Rental Car  [Verse 1]\nHey now girl, what's the matter with me?\nWe're on a back road something to see\nStraight as a razor kicking the dust\nDigging through ditches and falling to rust\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTaking me far\nFar as a rental car can go\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n[Verse 2]\nHey now girl at the end of the road\nDown where the reaper is walking alone\nSinging a death knell, clapping along\nAt the end of the night there's a road we'll be on\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nTaking me far\nFar as a rental car can go\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-[?]\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-[?]\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-[?]\nLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-[?]\n[?]\n\n[Verse 3]\nStraight as a razor kicking the dust\nDigging through ditches and falling to rust\nSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like[Chorus]\nTaking me far\nFar as a rental car can go\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah1",0
7026,Devotchka___Such_A_Lovely_Thing,happy,"""Such a Lovely Thing  It's an elusive thing\nThis love of which you sing\nWhat are we doing?\nWhat are we doing?\n\nI will give you anything\nJust please don't stop singing\nThe world will stop spinning 'round\n\nYou're such a lovely thing\nBut there is ice forming\nUpon your pretty wings\nWhat are you protecting?\nI'll give you everything\nAnd you could wear this ring\nBut you only love me\nYou only love me when I'm leaving\nYou only love me 'cause I'm leaving\nYou only love me when I'm leaving\nYou only love me 'cause I'm leaving here tonight\n\nYou're such a lovely thing\nBut there is ice forming\nUpon your pretty wings\nWhy are you lying?\n\nI will give you anything\nJust please don't stop singing\nThe world will stop spinning around\n\nIt's an elusive thing\nThis love of which you sing\nWhat are we doing?\nWhat are we doing here?\n\nI will give you anything\nAnd you could wear my ring\nBut you only love me\nYou only love me when I'm leaving\nYou only love me 'cause I'm leaving you\nYou only love me 'cause I'm leaving\nYou only love me when I'm leaving here with youSee DeVotchKa LiveGet tickets as low as $42",0
9258,Florence__The_Machine___Drumming_Song,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsDrumming Song  [Pre-Chorus]\nThere's a drumming noise inside my head\nThat starts when you're around\nI swear that you could hear it\nIt makes such an almighty sound\nThere's a drumming noise inside my head\nThat throws me to the ground\nI swear that you should hear it\nIt makes such an almighty sound\n\n[Chorus]\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\n[Verse 1]\nI ran to the tower where the church bells chime\nI hoped that they would clear my mind\nThey left a ringing in my ear\nBut that drum's still beating loud and clear\n\n[Chorus]\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\n\n[Chorus]\nAs I move my feet towards your body\nI can hear this beat, it fills my head up\nAnd gets louder and louder\nIt fills my head up and gets louder and louder\n\n[Verse 2]\nI run to the river and dive straight in\nI pray that the water will drown out the din\nBut as the water fills my mouth\nIt couldn't wash the echoes out\nBut as the water fills my mouth\nIt couldn't wash the echoes out\nI swallow the sound and it swallows me whole\nUntil there's nothing left inside my soul\nAs empty as that beating drum\nBut the song has just begun\nSee Florence + the Machine LiveGet tickets as low as $58You might also like[Chorus]\nAs I move my feet towards your body\nI can hear this beat, it fills my head up\nAnd gets louder and louder\nIt fills my head up and gets louder and louder\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere's a drumming noise inside my head\nThat starts when you're around\nI swear that you could hear it\nIt makes such an almighty sound\nThere's a drumming noise inside my head\nThat starts when you're around\nI swear that you could hear it\nIt makes such an almighty sound\n\n[Chorus ]\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\nLouder than sirens, louder than bells\nSweeter than heaven and hotter than hell\n\n[Chorus]\nAs I move my feet towards your body\nI can hear this beat, it fills my head up\nAnd gets louder and louder\nIt fills my head up and gets louder and louder12",0
1701,Aquanote___Never_Let_It_Go,calm,"""Never Let It Go  There was something in the air tonight\nMy heart was open, I was feeling no light\nLife had never felt so new\nThe moon was rising, my eyes fell on to you\n\nSomething happened that changed me forever\nI wanna be with you, take me wherever\nI gotta know if you feel the same way too\n\nNever let it go\nNever let it go\nNever let it go\nIt took me by my destiny\nOpened my soul to sensuality\nNever had a love so true\nThe sun was rising, is worth loving you\n\nAll there was, everything became clearer\nSeeing you in myself like a mirror\nAll that part of me I never knew\n\nNever let it go\nNever let it go\nNever let it go\n\nAnd when the time is runnin' down\nAnd time was runnin' out\nNever let it go",2
8742,Extreme___Hip_Today,sad,"""Hip Today  You'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nPreoccupied with the latest fashion\nHip today, hip today\nWith wide open eyes on the next big thing you can cash in\nHip today, hip today\nNo never contrived it's an overnight sensation\nA clever disguise that hides all of your pretension\nSally's selling out her seashells for souls\nHope I don't die before I get old\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nDancing in your head visions of rave reviews\nHip today\nBelieving all that's read conceiving another guru\nHip today, hip today\nAnd having made your bed falling short of filling shoes\nYou've been left for dead 'cause there's always someone new\nSally's selling out her seashells for souls\nI hope I don't die, I hope I don't die before I get old\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\nYou might also likeHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow\n\nHip today\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nYou'll be gone tomorrow\nGone tomorrow",1
3190,Biosphere___Phantasm,calm,"'Phantasm  We had a dream last night. We had the same dreamYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
340,Adam_Ant___Goody_Two_Shoes,happy,"'Goody Two Shoes  With the heartbreak open\nSo much you can\'t hide\nPut on a little makeup, makeup\nMake sure they get your good side, good side\nIf the word\'s unspoken\nGets stuck in your throat\nSend a treasure token, token\nWrite it on a pound note, pound note\n\nGoody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes\nGoody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYou don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow\nThere must be something inside\nWe don\'t follow fashion\nThat\'d be a joke\nYou know we\'re going to set them, set them\nSo everyone can take note, take note\nWhen they saw you kneeling\nCrying words that you mean\nOpening their eyeballs, eyeballs\nPretending that you\'re Al Green, Al Green\n\nGoody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes\nGoody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYou don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow\nMust be something inside\n\nNo one\'s gonna tell me\nWhat\'s wrong and what\'s right\nOr tell me who to eat with, sleep with\nOr that I\'ve won the big fight, big fight\n\nLook out or they\'ll tell you\nYou\'re a ""Superstar""\nTwo weeks and you\'re an all-time legend\nI think the games have gone much too far\nIf the word\'s unspoken\nGets stuck in your throat\nSend a treasure token, token\nWrite it on a pound note, pound note\nYou might also likeDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYou don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow:\nMust be something inside, he\'s hidin\'\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYa don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow:\nMust be something inside, he\'s hidin\'\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYa don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow:\nMust be something inside, he\'s hidin\'\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYa don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow:\nMust be something inside, he\'s hidin\'\nDon\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nYa don\'t drink, don\'t smoke, what do you do?\nSubtle innuendos follow:\nMust be something insideEmbed', 'default'",0
3548,Blonde_Redhead___Sciuri_Sciura,calm,"""Sciuri Sciura  Sciuri Sciura\nSciuri Sciura\nDoolie on their way\nX2\n\nI am alright\nYou are hoax\nWe are oxymoron\n\nYou are on fever\nSuperstition\nPlease don't tell you more\nSciuri Sciura\nSciuri Sciura\nDoolie on their way\nX2",2
2564,Beach_House___Turtle_Island,sad,"""Turtle Island  [Verse 1]\nDown the hill I'd hoped that I’d find\nSomething I could rest my hands on\nIn the distance, sun is setting\nDeer are jumping over hedges\n\n[Chorus]\nBy the dock of the pond, Turtle Island\nI will wait for you there, creeping silently\nI can't keep you right behind me\nAll my days in the--\n[Verse 2]\nIn the waters, trace her features\nDid they scare you?\nHardened creatures\nIn that murky green perfection\nDid they warn you of dissection?\n\nHow?\nWhat?\nWhy?\nWhen?\n\n[Chorus]\nBy the dock of the pond, Turtle Island\nI will wait for you there, creeping silently\nI can't keep you right behind me\nAll my days in the--\n\n[Bridge]\nHow I want Olive to know\nThat inside me, she will always grow\nIn all colors and prizes\nYou will always remain\n\n[Chorus]\nBy the dock of the pond, Turtle Island\nBy the dock of the pond, Turtle Island\nI can't keep you right behind me\nAll my days in the sun\nYou might also like[Instrumental]5",1
2978,Beyoncé___Sweet_Dreams,happy,"""TranslationsBosanskiPortuguêsSweet Dreams  [Intro]\nTurn the lights on\n\n[Verse 1]\nEvery night, I rush to my bed\nWith hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you\nWhen I close my eyes, I'm going out of my head\nLost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nClouds filled with stars cover your skies\nAnd I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby\nWhat kind of dream is this?\n[Chorus]\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\nSweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nSomebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true\nTurn the lights on\nMy guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere\nBaby, long as you're here, I'll be floating on air\n'Cause you're mine\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\n\n[Verse 2]\nI mention you when I say my prayers\nI wrap you around all of my thoughts\nBoy, you my temporary high\nI wish that when I wake up, you're there\nTo wrap your arms around me for real\nAnd tell me you'll stay by my side\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nClouds filled with stars cover the skies Cover the skies\nAnd I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby\nWhat kind of dream is this?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\nSweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nSomebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true\nTurn the lights on\nMy guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere\nBaby, long as you're here, I'll be floating on air\n'Cause you're mine\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\n\n[Bridge]\nTattoo your name across my heart\nSo it will remain\nNot even death could make us part\nWhat kind of dream is this?\n\n[Chorus]\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\nSweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nSomebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true\nTurn the lights on\nMy guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere\nBaby, long as you're here, I'll be floating on air\n'Cause you're mine\nYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you\nTurn the lights on\nEither way, I don't wanna wake up from you208",0
3508,Blink182___Mutt,happy,"""Mutt  [Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]\nHe pauses shaving, and he tells himself that he is the bomb\nShe has her curlers set, her credit cards are paying the funds\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Tom DeLonge]\nHe's not that old, I've been told, a strong sexual goal\nThey go out every day, she goes every way\nOh yeah, they don't even care at all\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe's open, waiting for more\nAnd I know he's only looking to score\nAnd it is way too unhealthy, often, they've typically\nBeen starved for attention before\n[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]\nShe smokes a dozen and he doesn't seem to notice the smell\nHe took the seat off his own bike because the way that it felt\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Tom DeLonge]\nHe wants to bone, this I know, she is ready to blow\nThey go out every night, his pants are super tight\nOh yeah, they don't even care at all\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe's open, waiting for more She's open, waiting for more\nAnd I know he's only looking to score He's only looking to score\nAnd it is way too unhealthy, often, they've typically\nBeen starved for attention before\n\n[Instrumental Bridge]\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge]\nShe's open, waiting for more\nAnd I know he's only looking to score\nAnd it is way too unhealthy, often, they've typically\nBeen starved for attention beforeYou might also like5",0
7105,Diana_Ross___Remember_Me,sad,"""Remember Me  [Verse 1:]\nBye baby\nSee you around\nDidn't I tell you\nI wouldn't hold you down\n\nTake good care of yourself, y'hear\nDon't let me hear about you shedding a tear\nYou're gonna make it\nYou're gonna take it\n[Chorus:]\nRemember me as a sunny day\nThat you once had\nAlong the way\nDidn't I inspire you a little higher\n\nRemember me as a funny clown\nThat made you laugh when you were down\nDidn't I, boy?\nDidn't I, boy?\n\nRemember me as a big balloon\nAt a carnival that ended too soon\nRemember me as a breath of spring\nRemember me as a good thing\n\n[Verse 2:]\nBye baby\nSee you around\nI already know\nAbout the new love you've found\n\nWhat can I do but wish you well\nWhat we had was really swell\nI won't forget it, I have no regrets\nYou might also like[Chorus:]\nRemember me as a sound of laughter\nAnd my face the morning after\nDidn't the sky beckon us to fly?\n\nYes, you'l remember the times we fought\nBut don't forget me in your tender thoughts\nPlease, darlin'\nOh yeah\n\nRemember me when you drink the wine\nOf sweet success and I gave you my best\nRemember me with every song you sing\nRemember me as a good thing\n\nRemember me as a sunny day\nPlease darling\nRemember me as a good thing\nRemember me when you drink the wine\n\nRemember me as a good thing\nRemember me as a big balloon\nDon't forget me, darling1",1
6868,Deniece_Williams___Cause_You_Love_Me__Baby,happy,"""Cause You Love Me Baby  There's nothin' better that I like to do\nThan sitting here cuddled up next to you\n'Cause you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved\n\nIt's so nice lying here in your arms\nYour personality has that charm\nAnd you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved, yeah\n\nWhen I'm here with you\nAre you happy too?\nI can plainly see that you care about me\nWoo, I could stay here for the rest of my life\nI wanna be your lover, woman, maybe your wife\n'Cause you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved\n\nIt's so nice lying here in your arms\nYour personality has that charm\nAnd you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved, yeah\n\n'Cause when I'm here with you\nTell me, are you happy too?\nYes, I can plainly see\nThat you care, you care about me\n\nThere ain't nothin', nothin' that I want to do\nThan sit here baby cuddled up, cuddled up next to you\n'Cause you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved, yeah, yeah\n\n'Cause you love me, baby\nJust the way I want to be loved",0
933,Allison_Moorer___Call_My_Name,sad,"""Call My Name  When the quiet in this old house shows no mercy\nAnd the lonesome just won't go away\nThat's when your restless spirit haunts me\nAnd I swear I hear you call my name\n\nI always loved the sound of your sweet voice\nBut now that sound makes my poor heart break\nYou're long gone baby that's for certain\nCause I'm a hurtin' when I hear you call my name\n\nI pray when I pass on over\nThat we will meet in the place where lost souls stay\nMaybe then when I look over my shoulder\nYou'll be there when I hear you call my name\nI always loved the sound of your sweet voice\nBut now that sound makes my poor heart break\nYou're long gone baby that's for certain\nCause I'm a hurtin' when I hear you call my name\n\nI'm certain I hear you call my name",1
3918,Bonnie_Tyler___Lovers_Again,happy,"""Lovers Again  I got pictures of you\nIn funny poses\nLetter's from you with\nFresh yellow roses\nI've got souvenirs of\nFun times together\nAnd I'll shares thoses years\nAnd you can bury it forever\n\nI know we'll be lovers again\nDarling\nI know we'll be lovers again\nIt's a matter of time\nTill you see that I'm\nThe one in the end\nI was your friend\nLovers again\nI got pictures of you\nWith stollen kisses\nWe look so young and so fool of promisse\nAnd we had those dreams\nBut their not forgothen\nCos I build that house\nWith the yellow rose gardner\n\nI know we'll be lovers again\nLovers again\nDarling\nI know we'll be lovers again\nIt's a matter of time\nTill you see that I'm\nThe one in the end\nI was your friend\nLovers again\n\nUhuhuhh ohohohh\nThere's a picture of you\nIn yesturdays paper\nBut that's not a new\nAnd the new name you taken\nAnd I'll live each day\nWithout be in bitterl\nCos we work that way\nAnd I know\nIt's not over\nYou might also likeI know we'll be lovers again\nDarling\nI know we'll be lovers again\nIt's a matter of time\nTill you see that I'm\nThe one in the end\nI was your friend\nLovers again",0
2671,Beirut___Scenic_World_Version,calm,"""Scenic World Version  The lights go on\nThe lights go off\nWhen things don't feel right\nI lie down like a tired dog\nLicking his wounds in the shade\n\nWhen I feel alive\nI try to imagine a careless life\nA scenic world, where the sun sets are all\nBreathtaking, breathtaking",2
8626,Evanescence___Like_You,sad,"""Like You  [Verse 1]\nStay low\nSoft, dark, and dreamless\nFar beneath my nightmares and loneliness\nI hate me for breathing without you\nI don't want to feel anymore for you\n\n[Verse 2]\nGrieving for you\nI'm not grieving for you\nNothing real love can't undo\nAnd though I may have lost my way\nAll paths lead straight to you\n[Chorus 1]\nI long to be like you\nLie cold in the ground like you\n\n[Verse 3]\nHalo\nBlinding wall between us\nMelt away and leave us alone again\nHumming, haunted somewhere out there\nI believe our love can see us through in death\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI long to be like you\nLie cold in the ground like you\nThere's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you\nI'm coming for you\n\n[Bridge]\nYou're not alone\nNo matter what they told you, you're not alone\nI'll be right beside you forevermore\n\n[Chorus 3]\nI long to be like you, sis\nLie cold in the ground like you did\nThere's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nAnd as we lay in silent bliss\nI know you remember me\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI long to be like you\nLie cold in the ground like you\nThere's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you\nI'm coming for you2",1
1516,Anthony_David___Krooked_Kop,happy,"""Krooked Kop  [Verse 1]\nListen, you really do seem to think that\nYou can just do anything that you wanna do\nYou're protectin' us from crime but\nWho's protectin' us from you? Yeah\nTwenty-four hour patrol around the block\nNever stops the drugs from comin' in, comin in', yeah\nKinda makes me wonder sometimes\nJust who's really deliverin', oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah\nAlways harassin' me and askin' me for my ID but\nI ain't done nothin' so you, ain't seein' nothin', no\nI packed me a bag of buddha, but I ain't the high school shoota\nI'm sure you got bigger fish to fry\n[Chorus]\nKrooked kop, leave me alone\nGo find someone else to run your game on, oh yeah\nGo and tell pro watchin' my spot\nIf you don't live here then, you don't belong in my neighborhood\nNo, ha, yeah\nKrooked kop, leave me alone\nAnd go find someone else to run your game on, yeah\nGo and tell pro watchin' my spot\nIf you don't live here then, you don't belong in my neighborhood\nYou don't belong in my neighborhood, no, no, no\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour royal order of fraternity brothers\nIs really just a game, oh yeah, yeah, yeah\nAnd you'd like to hang around and\nBeat brothers down but you don't wanna change things, oh no\nIt must be a prerequisite ya\nGotta be on a power trail\nFor, you to even join the force, oh\nAnd you gotta hate black of course but\nWon't be that way in the future\n'Cause no ruler reigns forever\nWhat will you do when it's over\nWhat'cha gonna do when the party's over, yeah\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nKrooked kop, leave me alone\nGo find someone else to run your game on, yeah\nGo and tell pro watchin' my spot\nIf you don't live here then, you don't belong in my neighborhood\nNo, no, n-no, no, no, no, no\nKrooked kop, leave me alone\nAnd go find someone else to run your game on, oh yeah, yeah\nGo and tell pro watchin' my spot\nIf you don't live here then, you don't belong in my neighborhood\nYou don't belong in my neighborhood, no, no, no",0
3215,Bitch_Alert___Heroine,anger,"""Heroine  Take your things please leave me you better do it soon\nSomething gets to me over and over again\nI don't mind if it is your day that I spoil\nCaffeine addiction it feels so good\n\nNo more love yous\nNo more broken bones\n\nTake your things please leave me you better do it soon\nSomething gets to me over and over again\nI don't mind if it was your day that I spoilt\nCocaine addiction it felt so good\nNo more love yous\nNo more broken bones\nHeroine just loves her\nHeroine just loves her\nI don't wanna love you, love you",3
3837,Bodies_Of_Water___Keep_Me_On,sad,"""Keep Me On  Keep me on\nHold me on the narrow way\nAnd the sting\nOf the nettle's barb, allay\nKeep a hedge\n'Round me 'til the other side\nDeep and wide\n\nA certain feeling\nIt is familiar\nDeep and wide\nAnd the figurines\nThat we make are made\nWith heavy, heavy hands and hearts\nHere are also\nShining paths\nWe walk along the sides of them\nIn the grey grass\nWe are brought low\nOut hoods are peeled back again",1
5324,Chris_De_Burgh___Patricia_The_Stripper,happy,"'Patricia the Stripper  [Verse 1]\nDennis is a menace\nWith his ""Anyone for tennis?""\nAnd he\'d beseech me to come keep the score\nAnd Maude said, ""Oh Lord, I\'m so terribly bored\nI really can\'t stand it anymore...\n\nI\'m going, out to dinner\nWith a gorgeous singer\nTo a little place I found down by the quay\nHer name is Patricia\nShe calls herself \'delicia\'\nAnd the reason isn\'t very hard to see\nShe said, God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner\nAs they tumble down in heaps before her feet\n\nThey hang around in groups, like battle weary troops\nOne can often see them queue right down the street\n\nYou see, Patricia, or Delicia\nNot only is a singer\nShe also removes all her clothing\n\nFor Patricia\nIs the best stripper in town""\n\n[Hook]\nAnd with a swing of her hips\nShe started to strip\nTo tremendous applause\nShe took off her drawers\n\nAnd with a lick of her lips\nShe undid all her clips\nAnd threw it all in the air\nAnd everybody stared\nYou might also likeAnd as the last piece of clothing\nFell to the floor\nThe police were banging on the door\nOn a Saturday night in 1924\n\nTake it away boys...\nMusical Interlude\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, poor Patricia was arrested\nAnd everyone detested\nThe terrible manner in which she was exposed\n\nLater on in court, where everyone thought\nA summer\'s run in jail would be proposed\n\nBut the judge said, ""Patricia, or may I say Delicia\nThe facts of this case lie before me""\nbang bang bang\n""Case dismissed!""\nThis girl was in her working clothes\n\n[Hook 2]\nAnd with a swing of her hips\nShe started to strip\nTo tremendous applause\nShe took off her drawers\nAnd with a lick of her lips\nShe undid all her clips\nThrew it all in the air\nAnd everybody stared\n\nAnd as the last piece of clothing\nFell to the floor\nThe police were yelling out for more\nOn a Saturday night in 1924 x21Embed', 'default'",0
8009,Ella_Fitzgerald__Louis_Armstrong___Tenderly,happy,"""Tenderly  [Verse 1: Ella Fitzgerald]\nThe evening breeze caressed the trees, tenderly\nThe trembling trees embraced the breeze, tenderly\nThen you and I came wandering by\nAnd lost in a sigh were we\nThe shore was kissed by sea and mist, tenderly\nI can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly\nYour arms opened wide\nAnd closed me inside\nYou took my lips, you took my love, so tenderly\n[Verse 2: Louis Armstrong]\nThe evening breeze erased the trees, tenderly\nThe trembling trees embraced the breeze, tenderly\nThen you and I came wandering by\nAnd lost in a sigh were we\nOh, the shores were kissed by the mist, tenderly Ba-ba-di-den\nI can't forget how two hearts met, tenderly Ba-ba-da-di-do-um\nYour arms opened wide\nAnd closed me inside\nYou took my chops\nAway from pops, tenderly\n\n[Outro: Ella Fitzgerald]\nOoh-ooh, tenderly\nTenderly\nOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh",0
8791,Fairport_Convention___Crazy_Man_Michael,sad,"""Crazy Man Michael  Within the fire and out upon the sea\nCrazy man Michael was walking\nHe met with a raven with eyes black as coals\nAnd shortly they were a-talking\n\nYour future, your future I would tell to you\nYour future you often have asked me\nYour true love will die by your own right hand\nAnd crazy man Michael will cursed be\n\nMichael he ranted and Michael he raved\nAnd beat up the four winds with his fists-o\nHe laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore\nFor his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o\nYou speak with an evil, you speak with a hate\nYou speak for the devil that haunts me\nFor is she not the fairest in all the broad land\nYour sorcerer's words are to taunt me\n\nHe took out his dagger of fire and of steel\nAnd struck down the raven through the heart-o\nThe bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin\nAnd the cold earth did wonder and startle\n\nO where is the raven that I struck down dead\nAnd here did lie on the ground-o\nI see that my true love with a wound so red\nWhere her lover's heart it did pound-o\n\nCrazy Man Michael he wanders and calls\nAnd talks to the night and the day-o\nBut his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain\nAnd he longs to be far away-o\n\nMichael he whistles the simplest of tunes\nAnd asks the wild wolves their pardon\nFor his true love is flown into every flower grown\nAnd he must be keeper of the garden",1
7463,Doves___Last_Broadcast,happy,"""Last Broadcast  [Verse 1]\nI was thinking about what you said\nI was thinking about shame\nThe funny thing you said\nCause it's better not to stay\nSure enough if you feel nothing\nYou're better off this way\nGets to the point where you can't breathe\nIt's the last word\nI can see it standing\n[Chorus]\nSo here we are\nAt the last broadcast\nHere we are\nOur last broadcast\n\n[Verse 2]\nSun on faces made us feel alive\nThe colors of the sky\nSouthern trees, made us enemies\nWho knows the reason why?\nYou can't escape yourself\nYou can't just fall away\nIt comes to the point when you feel nothing\nThis is the last time\nCause I can see it in your eyes\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Chorus]",0
749,Alice_In_Chains___Hate_To_Feel,sad,"""Hate to Feel  [Intro]\nOh, yeah\nWhat's gone wrong?\nI can't see straight\nBeen too long\nSo full of hate\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat the fuck will it take?\nDrown myself in my wake\nAnother Shaggy DA\nNow a dog, shake my leg\nPlastic man, paper face\nCandy heart, what a waste\nGotta change, set a date\nEat my cake, lick my plate\n[Pre-Chorus]\nStare at me with empty eyes\nAnd point your words at me\nMirror on the wall will show you\nWhat you're scared to see\n\n[Chorus]\nI can see, yeah Wish I couldn't see at all\nI can feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\nHate to see Wish I couldn't see at all\nHate to feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\n\n[Bridge]\nSo climb walls\nThin my blood now\nAnd I crawl back to bed now\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat the hell? Gotta rest\nAching pain in my chest\nLucky me, now I'm set\nLittle bug for a pet\nNew Orleans, gotta get\nPincushion medicine\nUsed to be curious\nNow the shit's sustenance\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nAll this time, I swore I'd never\nBe like my old man\nWhat the hey, it's time to face\nExactly what I am\n\n[Chorus]\nI can see, yeah Wish I couldn't see at all\nI can feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\nHate to see Wish I couldn't see at all\nHate to feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhat the hell? Gotta rest\nAching pain in my chest\nLucky me, now I'm set\nLittle bug for a pet\nNew Orleans, gotta get\nPincushion medicine\nUsed to be curious\nNow the shit's sustenance\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAll this time, I swore I'd never\nBe like my old man\nWhat the hey, it's time to face\nExactly who I am\n[Chorus]\nI can see, yeah Wish I couldn't see at all\nI can feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\nHate to see Wish I couldn't see at all\nHate to feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\nI can see, yeah Wish I couldn't see at all\nI can feel Wish I couldn't feel at all\nHate to see Wish I couldn't see at all\nHate to feel Wish I couldn't feel at all9",1
3788,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Concrete_Jungle,calm,"""Concrete Jungle  [Verse 1]\nNo sun will shine in my day today\nNo sun will shine\nThe high yellow moon won't come out to play\nThat high yellow moon won't come out to play\nI said darkness has covered my light Darkness has covered my light\nAnd has changed my day into night, yeah And has changed my day into night\nWhere is the love to be found ?\nWon't someone tell me ?\nCause life Sweet life\nMust be somewhere to be found Has got to be, out there somewhere for me\nInstead of concrete jungle Jungle, jungle, jungle\nWhere the living is hardest Concrete jungle\nConcrete jungle Concrete jungle, jungle, jungle\nMan, you've got to do your best Concrete jungle\n[Verse 2]\nNo chains around my feet but I'm not free\nI know I am bound here in captivity\nYeah, now Never know what happiness is\nI've never known happiness\nI've never known what sweet caress is Never know what sweet caress is\nStill, I'll be always laughing like a clown\nWon't someone help me ?\nCause I Sweet life, has got to be\nI've got to pick myself from off the ground\nOut there somewhere for me\nIn this here concrete jungle Jungle, jungle, jungle\nI said, what do you got for me now Concrete jungle\nOh ! Concrete jungle Concrete jungle, jungle, jungle\nWhy won't you let me be, now ? Concrete jungle\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nI said that life Sweet life\nIt must be somewhere to be found Has got to be out there somewhere for me\nOh, instead of concrete jungle Jungle, jungle, jungle\nIllusion concrete, jungle !\nConfusion Concrete, jungle !\n\n[Outro]\nEh ! Concrete jungle\nYou name it, you've got it in\nConcrete jungle, now Concrete jungle\nEh ! Concrete jungle Jungle, jungle, jungle\nWhat do you got for me, now ?You might also like3",2
4364,Broadcast___Lunch_Hour_Pops,happy,"""Lunch Hour Pops  [Verse 1]\nI wait on the stairs for a break in my mind\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\nI wait on the stairs for my thoughts to align\nYou are the sun in my mind\nYou are the sun in my mind\n\n[Chorus 1]\nClouds rock like a ship at sea\nSooth the waves of injury\nClouds rock like a ship at sea\nSooth the waves of injury\n[Verse 2]\nI wait on the stairs, there's a view in my mind\nObjects of love in the sky\nObjects of love in the sky\nI wait on the stairs for my thoughts to be kind\nWhat better view will I find?\nWhat better view will I find?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nInflated with transparency\nFloat away my injury\nInflated with transparency\nFloat away my injury\n\n[Hook]\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\n\n[Verse 1]\nI wait on the stairs for a break in my mind\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\n\n[Hook]\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outside\nLet the balloons go outsideYou might also like2",0
8391,Entombed___Blessed_Be,sad,"""Blessed Be  Step inside yourself and emerge\nEnter a realm of worlds\nThere is more behind, more to find\nYou're living through eyes so blind\n\nEmbedded in hollowness\nThe future lies marked out before your feet\nDon't break the circle, play your part\nRemain silent in your seat\n\nBe a shadow in the dark\nErased and blanked you'll fall apart\nBe among, be nothing else\nBlessed be thee who lost yourself\nCome walk the footsteps of lost generations\nTake a dive into the source of all lies\nLet its water flow your system\nCome see the paradise\n\nLife's the book of blood\nUnforeseen is its day\nTry to get inside, not through\nSeize it as it opens up before you\nAs it opens up before you\n\nI'll show you heaven, take you where you've never been\nYou'll be a man before mind in a land before sin\nYou must pretend that you are everything that you're not\nLook down upon what you've been and give away all you've got\n\nNo mistakes are ever made\nPredestined, you must let all instincts fade\nEntrapment based within thee\nBut you will always blessed be",1
530,Air___Universal_Traveler,calm,"""Universal Traveler  [Verse 1]\nI know so many\nPlaces in the world\nI follow the sun\nIn my silver plane\n\n[Chorus]\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you have a look\nOutside on the sea\nEverything is white\nIt's so wonderful\n[Chorus]\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\n\n[Bridge]\nSo far, so far\nSo far away\n\n[Verse 3]\nI met so many\nPeople in my life\nI've got many friends\nWho can care for me\n\n[Chorus]\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\n\n[Verse 4]\nJust feel everywhere\nAt home, tomorrow\nIs a brand new day\nLet's go somewhere else\n\n[Chorus]\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\nUniversal traveler, universal traveler\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSo far, so far\nSo far away2",2
130,AHa___Foot_Of_The_Mountain,sad,"""Foot of the Mountain  [Verse 1]\nKeep your clever lines, hold your easy rhymes\nSilence everything, silence always wins\nIt's a perfect alibi, there's no need to analyze\nIt will be all right through the longest night, just silence everything\n\n[Chorus]\nBut we could live by the foot of a mountain\nWe could clear us a yard in the back\nBuild a home by the foot of the mountain\nWe could stay there and never come back\n[Verse 2]\nLearn from my mistake, leave what others take\nSpeak when spoken to and do what others do\nSilence always wins, so silence everything\nIt will be all right in the morning light, just silence everything\n\n[Chorus]\nBut we could live by the foot of a mountain\nWe could clear us a yard in the back\nBuild a home by the foot of the mountain\nWe could stay there and never come back\nWe could stay there and never come back\n\nYou know it, we could leave tonight\n\n[Chorus]\nBut we could live by the foot of a mountain\nWe could make us a white picket fence\nBuild a home by the foot of the mountain\nWe could stay there and see how it ends\nYes, we could stay there and see how it ends\nWe could stay there and see how it ends\nWe could stay there and see how it ends",1
1493,Another_Animal___Fade_Away,calm,"""Fade Away  Jaded...sickened by your ugly ways\nHated...oblivious to your disgrace\nHollow...forced inside this empty hole\nSwallow to die again\n\nBut I won't fade away\nI won't fade away\nFeels like I'm fade away\nIt's like I'm fade away\n\nWasted...all the years are left behind\nFated...obscured by the passing time\nOne day...a light will shine\nAlong the way\nMaybe...I'll walk the line\nBut I won't fade away\nI won't fade away\nFeels like I'm fade away\nIt's like I'm fade away\n\nBut I won't fade away\nI won't fade away\nFeels like I'm fade away\nIt's like I'm fade away",2
8034,Elliott_Smith___Rose_Parade,sad,"'Rose Parade  [Verse 1]\nYou asked me to come down and watch the parade\nTo march down the street like the Duracell bunny\nWith a wink and a wave from the cavalcade\nThrowing out candy that looks like money\nTo people passing by that all seem to be going the other way\n\n[Chorus]\nSaid, ""Won\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?""\n\n[Verse 2]\nTripped over a dog in a choke-chain collar\nPeople were shouting and pushing and saying\nAnd I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar\nRidiculous marching band started playing\nGot me singing along with some half-hearted victory song\n[Chorus]\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe trumpeter\'s obviously been drinking\n\'Cause he\'s fucking up even the simplest lines\nYou say it\'s a sight that\'s quite worth seeing\nIt\'s just that everyone\'s interest is stronger than mine\nWhen they clean the street, I\'ll be the only shit that\'s left behind\n\n[Chorus]\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?\nWon\'t you follow me down to the Rose Parade?You might also like2Embed', 'default'",1
5900,Cowboy_Junkies___200_More_Miles,sad,"""200 More Miles  Atlanta's a distant memory\nMontgomery a recent blur\nAnd Tulsa burns on the desert floor\nLike a signal fire\n\nI got Willie on the radio\nA dozen things on my mind\nAnd number one is fleshing out\nThese dreams of mine\n\nI've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line\nBefore I sleep\nBut there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms\nTo fall into tonight\nIn Nashville there is a lighter\nIn a case for all to see\nIt speaks of dreams and heartaches\nLeft unsung\n\nAnd in the corner stands a guitar and\nLonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand\nI don't travel past, travel hard before\nAnd I'm beginning to understand\n\nThat I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line\nBefore I sleep\nBut there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms\nTo fall into tonight\n\nThey say that I am crazy\nMy life wasting on this road\nThat time will find my dreams\nScared or dead and cold\n\nBut I heard there is a light\nDrawing me to reach an end\nAnd when I reach there, I'll turn back\nAnd you and I can begin again\n\nI've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line\nBefore I sleep\nBut there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms\nTo fall into tonight\nSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84You might also likeI've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line\nBefore I sleep\nBut I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows\nFor one hour of this night\n\nAtlanta's a distant memory\nMontgomery a recent birth\nAnd Tulsa burns on the desert floor\nLike a signal fire",1
944,Alpha___Slim,calm,"""Slim  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1: Helen White]\nStep outside and feel the warmth much stronger than inside\nCrazy path that lead you here creates a place to hide\n\n[Chorus: Helen White]\nAnd I'm scared to be so heartless\nI'm hoping that you'll learn there's only one and that is you\n\nAnd I'm scared to be so heartless\nI'm hoping that you'll learn there's only one and that is you\n[Verse 2: Helen White]\nFrightened eyes take in the view forgetting how it feels\nLook around, believe yourself the world outside is real\n\n[Chorus: Helen White]\nAnd I'm scared to be so heartless\nI'm hoping that you'll learn there's only one and that is you\n\nAnd I'm scared to be so heartless\nI'm hoping that you'll learn there's only one and that is you\n\n[Outro: Helen White]\nGave myself to you no one can deny I'm still waiting 'til you be\nSo content to feel, can't despise myself I'm still waiting 'til\nLeave me break my heart can't control the pain I'm still waiting 'tilYou might also like1",2
667,Alesha_Dixon___The_Boy_Does_Nothing,happy,"""The Boy Does Nothing  [Verse 1]\nI got a man with two left feet\nAnd when he dances not to the beat\nI really think that she should know\nThat his rhythm's go go go\nI got a man with two left feet\nAnd when he dances not to the beat\nI really think that she should know\nThat his rhythm's go go go\n\n[Chorus]\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\n[Verse 2]\nHey boy, how you been?\nI got a thousand lines, where do I begin?\nAnd I been here there travelling\nI saw you at the corner, my vibe kicked in\nAnd then two two's, I clocked you\nWearing tight jeans, a real nice suit\nYou were smiling like you were jut seventeen\nI asked you for a dance, you said yes please\nTake a sip of dancing juice, everybody's onto you\nTo the left then to the right\nEverybody hit the rhythm, it's on tonight\nI'm gonna feel the beat within my soul\nI need a man to take control\nLet the melody blow you all away\n\n[Chorus]\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nWork it out now, work it, work it out now\nDo the mambo, shake it all around now\nEverybody on the floor, let me see you clap your hands\nI wanna see you work, I wanna see you move your body and turn\nI wanna see you shake your hips and learn\nI wanna see you  work it, work it, work it out now, hey\nI wanna see you work, I wanna see you move your body and turn\nI wanna see you shake your hips and learn\nI wanna see you  work it, work it, work it out now\n\n[Chorus]\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\nDoes he wash up? Never wash up\nDoes he clean up? No, he never cleans up\nDoes he brush up? He never brushed up\nHe does nothing, the boy does nothing\n\n[Outro]\nAnd if the man can dance, he gets a second chance\nDo the mambo, shake it all around now\nAnd if the man can dance, he gets a second chance\nDo the mambo, shake it all around now\nAnd if the man can dance, he gets a second chance\nDo the mambo, shake it all around now\nAnd if the man can dance, he gets a second chance\nDo the mambo, shake it all around now2",0
7654,East_17___Stay_Another_Day,happy,"""Stay Another Day  Stay now, stay now\nBaby if you've got to go away\nDon't think I could take the pain\nStay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nOh don't leave me alone like this\nDon't you say it's the final kiss\nStay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nDon't you know we've come too far now\nJust to go and try to throw it all away\nThought I heard you say you love me\nThat your love was gonna be here to stay\nI've only just begun to know you\nAll I can say is won't you stay just one more day?\n\nStay now, stay now\nBaby if you've got to go away\nDon't think I could take the pain\nStay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nOh don't leave me alone like this\nDon't you say it's the final kiss\nStay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\n\nI touch your face while you are sleeping\nAnd hold your hand\nDon't understand what's going on\nGood times we had return to haunt me\nThough it's for you\nAll that I do seems to be wrong Seems to be wrong\nYou might also likeStay now, stay now\nStay now, stay now\nBaby if you've got to go away\nDon't think I could take the pain\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nOh don't leave me alone like this\nDon't you say it's the final kiss\nStay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\n\nBaby if you've got to go away\nDon't think I could take the pain\nStay\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nStay\nOh don't leave me alone like this\nDon't you say it's the final kiss\nStay\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\n\nStay\nBaby if you've got to go away\nDon't think I could take the pain\nStay\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now\nStay\nOh don't leave me alone like this\nDon't you say it's the final kiss\nStay Stay now, stay now\nWon't you stay another day?\nStay now, stay now",0
225,Aaron_Neville___Tell_It_Like_It_Is,sad,"""Tell It Like It Is  If you want something to play with\nGo and find yourself a toy\nBaby my time is too expensive\nAnd I'm not a little boy\n\nIf you are serious\nDon't play with my heart, it makes me furious\nBut if you want me to love you\nThen a baby I will, girl, you know that I will\n\nTell it like it is\nDon't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guide\nBut I know deep down inside of me\nI believe you love me, forget your foolish pride\nLife is too short to have sorrow\nYou may be here today and gone tomorrow\nYou might as well get what you want\nSo go on and live, baby, go on and live\n\nTell it like it is\nI'm nothing to play with, go and find yourself a toy\nBut I'll tell it like it is\nMy time is too expensive and I'm not your little boyYou might also like3",1
7043,Diablo___MIMIC47,sad,"""Mimic47  [Verse 1]\nYou roll the dice like never before\nYou know this game\nYour future is already written for you\nTake all the blame\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen all the fingers start to point at you\nYou need to pray c'mon\nYou can't deny that you wouldn't\nDo anything for the victory\n[Verse 2]\nGreat victories in the past will be erased\nThey'll find all your sins\nFeel their malicious breath on your neck\nNow the show begins\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen all the fingers start to point at you\nYou need to pray c'mon\nYou can't deny that you wouldn't\nDo anything for the victory\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd they ask where is your glory gone\nIcon is crashed down\nQuestions lying over you Mimic 47\nMimic 47\nThe worst nightmare of your life has begun\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou feel adrenaline pounding in your veins\nCold sweat on your skin\nLife flashes before your eyes\nYou're just human waste\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nWhen all the fingers start to point at you\nYou need to pray c'mon\nYou can't deny that you wouldn't\nDo anything for the victory\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd they ask where is your glory gone\nIcon is crashed down\nQuestions lying over you\n\nAnd they ask where is your glory gone\nIcon is crashed down\nQuestions lying over you Mimic 47",1
4711,Calle_Kristiansson___Bad_Day,happy,"""Bad day  Where is the moment we needed the most\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost\nThey tell me your blue skies fade to gray\nThey tell me your passion's gone away\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\n\nYou stand in the line just to hit a new low\nYou're faking a smile with the coffee you go\nYou tell me your life's been way off line\nYou're falling to pieces every time\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\nBecause you had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don't lie\nYou're coming back down and you really don't mind\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day\n\nWill you need a blue sky holiday?\nThe point is they laugh at what you say\nAnd I don't need no carryin' on\n\nYou had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nThe camera don't lie\nYou're coming back down and you really don't mind\nYou had a bad day\nYou might also likeOooh.. a holiday..\n\nSometimes the system goes on the blink\nAnd the whole thing turns out wrong\nYou might not make it back and you know\nThat you could be well oh that strong\nAnd I'm not wrong\n\nyeah...\n\nSo where is the passion when you need it the most\nOh you and I\nYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lost\n\nCause you had a bad day\nYou're taking one down\nYou sing a sad song just to turn it around\nYou say you don't know\nYou tell me don't lie\nYou work at a smile and you go for a ride\nYou had a bad day\nYou've seen what you like\nAnd how does it feel for one more time\nYou had a bad day\nYou had a bad day",0
508,Aimee_Mann___Beautiful,sad,"'Beautiful  You pulled up and parked your El Dorado\nWe said ""hi"" and kissed with some bravado\nI got out my camera and was laughing\nHappy it was you I\'m photographing\n\nAnd we drove to the ferry\nLike the cat and canary\nI said, ""Baby, it\'s scary\nWhen it\'s so beautiful\n\nWhy does it hurt me\nTo feel so much tenderness?\nBeautiful\nYou little wonder, you""\nMaybe then I held your hand and kissed you\nI know once I just hauled off and hit you\n\n\'Cause I can\'t even stand it\n\'Cause I don\'t want to end it\nTo be perfectly candid –\nBaby, you\'re beautiful\n\nSometimes it hurts me\nTo feel so much tenderness\nBeautiful\nWish you could see it, too\n\nAnd all I have to do today\nIs make you happy\nThe only thing you have to say\nIs, ""It\'s all lovely, baby""\n\nLate that night, we checked into the Bellevue\nHeld you close, but, baby – couldn\'t tell you\n\nAnd we stayed in our Calvins\nAnd we swore we\'d be best friends\nAnd I looked through the zoom lens\nAnd thought you were beautiful\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also likeSometimes it hurts me\nTo feel so much tenderness\nBeautiful\nBaby, I\'m dazzled\nBy the view\nBeautiful\nYou don\'t need to tell me\nI\'m completely powerless\nBeautiful\nI wish you could see it, too\nI wish you could see it, too\nI wish you could see it, too\nBaby, how I see youEmbed', 'default'",1
2629,Beck___The_New_Pollution,happy,"""The New Pollution  [Verse 1]\nShe's got a cigarette on each arm\nShe's got the lily-white cavity crazes\nShe's got a carburetor tied to the moon\nPink eyes looking to the food of the ages\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's alone in the new pollution\nShe's alone in the new pollution\n\n[Verse 2]\nShe's got a hand on a wheel of pain\nShe can talk to the mangling strangers\nShe can sleep in a fiery bog\nThrowing troubles to the dying embers\n[Chorus]\nShe's alone in the new pollution\nShe's alone in the new pollution\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's alone in the new pollution\nShe's alone in the new pollution\n\n[Verse 3]\nShe's got a paradise camouflage\nLike a whip-crack sending me shivers\nShe's the boat in a strip mine ocean\nRiding low on the drunken rivers\n\n[Chorus]\nShe's alone in the new pollution\nShe's alone in the new pollutionSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like6",0
1625,Antony__The_Johnsons___Mysteries_of_Love,sad,"'Mysteries of Love  Sometimes the wind blows\nAnd you and I float in love\nAnd kiss forever in all darkness\nAnd the mysteries of love come clear\nAnd dance in light\nIn you, in me\nAnd show that we are love\n\nSometimes the wind blows\nAnd you and I float in love\nAnd kiss forever in all darkness\nAnd the mysteries of love come clear\nAnd dance in light\nIn you, in me\nAnd show that we are loveYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2323,Baccara___Sorry__Im_A_Lady,happy,"""Sorry I’m a Lady  Ooh here comes that man again\nSomething in the way he moves makes me sorry I'm a Lady\nHello stranger, you're a danger\nTo the law and order here\nThey don't like men like you in our city\nYou're too pretty, cool and witty\nYou are real bad company\nI should have stayed away from you today\n\nHey, sorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nI would rather be, rather be\nJust a little shady, just a little shady\nNothing dynamite, dynamite\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nHave you got a light, got a light, for me tonight\nAh...\nI need power, I need passion\nGive me more than sympathy\nI've got a lot to learn before tomorrow\nLike a flower, want a shower\nI want you to make me bloom\nThose gentlemen in gray can here me say\n\nHey, sorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nI would rather be, rather be\nJust a little shady, just a little shady\nNothing dynamite, dynamite\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nHave you got a light, got a light, for me tonight\nAh...\n\nYou are a winner, I am a sinner\nNo excuse, no alibi\nTemptation's won the game and you are to blame\n\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nI would rather be, rather be\nJust a little shady, just a little shady\nNothing dynamite, dynamite\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nHave you got a light, got a light, for me tonight\nAh...\nYou might also likeSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nI would rather be, rather be\nJust a little shady, just a little shady\nNothing dynamite, dynamite\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nHave you got a light, got a light, for me tonight\nAh...\n\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nI would rather be, rather be\nJust a little shady, just a little shady\nNothing dynamite, dynamite\nSorry I'm a Lady, sorry I'm a Lady\nHave you got a light, got a light, for me tonight\nAh...",0
3391,Black_Tambourine___By_Tomorrow,sad,"""By Tomorrow  Do just what you want to\nBut keep in mind if you do I'll be gone\nBy tomorrow if you don't leave her\nI'm a ghost\n\nSleep with who you want to\nBut if it's not me then I won't be here to see\nBy tomorrow sleep with me or\nI'm a ghost\n\nDo what makes you happy\nBut I won't stay here as long as you make me sad\nBy tomorrow if you don't love me\nI'm a ghost",1
8499,Erin_McCarley___Gotta_Figure_This_Out,sad,"""Gotta Figure This Out  I separated my heart from my head\nTo feel out what's inside\nI don't like what I see so\nI say Goodnight\n\nDon't wake me cause I'm dreaming\nIn color black and white is not my friend-\nCandy coated figures hold me in my bed\n\nI've never been so deep inside a shadow\nI've never been so insecure of what I know\nI've gotta figure it out\nI need a story to tell\nWhere's the feeling I long for\nI've gotta figure it out before I lose you love\nBig city streets are calling me loud\nThe busy keeps me high\nBut this quite town is weighing me down tonight\n\nI know that I should stay here for a while\nListen to the sound of my shakey heart\nLooking for gold in the ground\nI've never been so deep inside, a shadow\n\nI've never been so insecure of what I know\nI've gotta figure it out\nI need a story to tell\nWhere is the feeling I long for\nI've gotta figure it out before I lose You\nBefore I lose you- ohhh\n\nIt's not okay to make your way, to make you wonder\nWhy I can't hold you close and give you hope\nAnd this will be all right\nI wanna make it right\nI've gotta figure this out\nI need a story to tell\nWhere's the feeling I long for\nI've gotta figure it out\nI've gotta figure this out\nI need a story to tell\nBefore I lose you\nBefore I lose you\nBefore I lose you love",1
6324,Dan_Hartman___Relight_My_Fire,happy,"""Relight My Fire  Help me escape this feelin' of insecurity\nI need you so much but I don't think you really need me\nBut if we all stand up in the name of love\nAnd state the case of what we're dreamin' of\nI've got to say I only dream of you\nBut like a thief in the night\nYou took away the love that I knew\n\nRelight my fire\nYour love is my only desire\nRelight my fire\n'Cause I need your love\nTurn back the times 'til the days when our love was new\nDo you remember?\nNo matter what was happenin' I was there with you\nBut if we all stand up for what we believe\nAnd maybe live within our possibilities\nThe world would be wild for the dream\nSo baby don't turn away\nListen to what I gotta say\n\nRelight my fire\nYour love is my only desire\nRelight my fire\n'Cause I need your love\nRelight my fire\nYour love is my only desire\nRelight my fire\n'Cause I need your love\n\nYou gotta be strong enough to walk on through the night yeah\nThere's a new day on the other side yeah\nYou got to have hope in your soul\nJust keep on walkin', yeah\nJust keep on walkin', yeah, walk on\nJust keep on, walk on\n\nStrong enough to walk on through the night through the night\nThere's a new day on the other side the other side, the other side\nI got to have hope in my soul in your soul\nSo I'll keep on walkin', yeah\nKeep on walkin'\nYou might also likeRelight my fire gotta keep the fire burnin'\nYour love is my only desire\nRelight my fire\n'Cause I need your love",0
8432,Ephel_Duath___Vector,sad,"""Vector  Analysis seems to be the better answer\nBut how can I control this incestuous, grey forest?\nThousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions\n\nMy frantic excavation is not the key to wake up\nNow it's time for another mask\nA Face, my furrowed stare\n\nI'll try to see only the surface of the water but\nThe jokes continues and the purple hate gives a clear signal\nVector rises\nAnd it brings lucid reasons to follow a balanced trail\nThe return journey doesn't frighten me\nIt doesn't frighten anymore\n\nThe serpent will not eat it's tail again\n\nGoodbye my forest\nNow I've found my hatchet",1
5825,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Butterfly,calm,"'Butterfly  In my mother\'s house\nThere\'s a photograph\nOf a day gone past\nAlways makes me laugh\nThere\'s a little girl\nWary of the world\nShe got much to learn\nGet her fingers burnt\nAn affinity\nBetween you and me\nWas a family\nSaid that I\'d be fine\nGave me all your time\nAnd I left your side\nLike a butterfly\nShower me with your love\nColour of everyday\nYou make the milk-gold Sun\nShine on me, yeah\nLift me up so high\nWatch me fly away\nAnd you give me life\nLike a butterfly\n\nIn my mother\'s house\nThere was happiness\nI wrapped my myself in it\nWas my chrysalis\nAs my life unfolds\nSee a pattern through\nOf you protecting me\nAnd I protecting you\nWhat was that you\'d say?\n""Make your own mistakes\nAnd when you\'re grown\nMake sure that you remain the same""\nNow I realise\nWhat was on your mind\nWhen I left your side\nLike a butterfly\nYou might also likeShower me with your love\nColour everyday\nYou make the milk-gold Sun\nShine on me, yeah\nLift me up so high\nWatch me fly away\nAnd you give me life\nLike a butterfly\n\nShower me with your love\nColour of everyday\nYou make the milk-gold Sun\nShine on me, yeah\nLift me up so high\nWatch me fly away\nAnd you give me life\nLike a butterflyEmbed', 'default'",2
8610,Evan_Rachel_Wood___If_I_Fell,happy,"""If I Fell  [LUCY]\nIf I fell in love with you\nWould you promise to be true\nAnd help me understand\n'Cause I've been in love before\nAnd I've found that love was more\nThan just holding hands\n\nIf I give my heart to you\nI must be sure from the very start\nThat you would love me more than her\nIf I trust in you, oh please\nDon't run and hide\nIf I love you too, oh please\nDon't hurt my pride like her\n'Cause I couldn't stand the pain\nAnd I would be sad\nIf our new love was in vain\n\nSo I hope you see that I\nWould love to love you\n\nIf I fell in love with you",0
8774,Face_To_Face___Blind,anger,"""Blind  What if I'm right and you are wrong?\nWhat if you knew it all along?\nWhat if I figured out that I did not belong?\nWhat if it always bothered me?\nWhat if I never did believe?\nWould it be wrong if I decided I should leave?\n\nIf I pretend I was blind\nAnd struck it from my mind\nWould it still be there?\nWhat if I'd do anything to make it seem all right\nIt's all right\nWhat if it's all inside my head?\nWhat if those words were never said?\nWould it be easier if I did just forget?\nWhat if I didn't run away?\nCould it be any other way?\nWould it be wrong if I decide I should stay?\n\nIf I pretend I was blind\nAnd struck it from my mind\nWould it still be there?\nWhat if I'd do anything to make it seem all right?\nIt's all right x5\n\nIf I pretend i was blind\nAnd struck it from my mind\nWould it still be there?\nWhat if i'd do anything to make it seem all right?\nIt's all right\n\nWhat if I'm right and you are wrong?\nWhat if you knew it all along?\nWhat if I figured out that I did not belong?\nWhat if it always bothered me?\nWhat if I never did believe?\nWould it be wrong if I decided I should leave?",3
7547,Drive_Like_Jehu___Golden_Brown,happy,"""Golden Brown  I got a single and I'll guard it with my life\nI'm just keeping it off the flies\nYeah, I drank from the tap\nI should have left it in the pipes\nThis is my cause and my excuse\nI'll take the loss but I'll get what I got due\n\nYeah I ain't burnt\nJust golden brown",0
8053,Elliott_Smith___The_Biggest_Lie,calm,"""The Biggest Lie  [Verse 1]\nI'm waiting for the train\nThe subway that only goes one way\nThe stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart\nAnd make everybody late\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou spent everything you had\nWanted everything to stop that bad\nAnd now I'm a crushed credit card registered to Smith\nNot the name that you call me with\n[Verse 3]\nYou turned white like a saint\nI'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint\nOh, we're so very precious, you and I\nAnd everything that you do makes me want to die\n\n[Outro]\nOh, I just told the biggest lie\nI just told the biggest lie\nThe biggest lie",2
2931,Bettie_Serveert___Leg,sad,"""Leg  Tuesdays and Fridays I'd wait at the bus stop\nAnd guess who won't show up\nI'm tired of waiting for you\n\nReflections in puddles and rain on their faces\nHow awkward this place is\nWhen all seems connected to you\n\nYou warned me from the first time on\nBut I chose to ignore the things you said\nOf course it didn't take you long\nTo figure out a way to pull my leg\nWell, here I stand\nI don't feel too good\nSlightly canned\nI wish you would\n\nUntie the knot\nUntie the knot, then the have\nHave not\nUntie the knot\n\nYou won't have me worried\nI can still take care of myself somehow\nYou won't have me worried\nJust have to rethink my thoughts somehow\n\nWell, here I stand\nI don't feel too good\nSlightly canned\nI wish you would\nUntie the knot",1
4152,Brazilian_Girls___Lazy_Lover,calm,"""Lazy Lover  Lazy Lover ooooh ooooh ooooh\nLazy Lover, Casanova\nYou roll over when I want more\nI want more… Oooh ooooh ooooh Aaaaah aaaaahh\nLazy Lover, Casanova\nWhy bother, there's so much love\nSo much love, So much love, So much love Why bother ? Lazy Lover, Lazy, Lazy, Lover\nMa sará possibile che sei ancora stanco, ma di che? Lazy Lover",2
6904,Derek__The_Dominos___Bell_Bottom_Blues,sad,"""Bell Bottom Blues  [Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nBell bottom blues, you made me cry\nI don't want to lose this feeling\nAnd if I could choose a place to die\nIt would be in your arms\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?\nDo you want to hear me beg you to take me back?\nI'd gladly do it because\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day, please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay\n[Verse 2]\nIt's all wrong, but it's alright\nThe way that you treat me baby, mmh\nOnce I was strong but I lost the fight\nYou won't find a better loser\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?\nDo you want to hear me beg you to take me back?\nI'd gladly do it because\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day, please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?\nOh, yeah-yeah\nDo you want to hear me beg you to take me back?\nI'd gladly do it 'cause\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day, please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nBell bottom blues, don't say goodbye\nWe're surely gonna meet again\nAnd if we do, don't you be surprised\nIf you find me with another lover, oh\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?\nDo you want to hear me beg you to take me back?\nI'd gladly do it 'cause\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day, please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay\n\n[Outro]\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay\nI don't want to fade away\nGive me one more day please\nI don't want to fade away\nIn your heart I want to stay5",1
2006,At_The_DriveIn___Chanbara,happy,"""Chanbara  [Verse 1]\nValmara, Valmara, Valmara flechettes\nKiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress\nLost this arm, lost this leg, lost a diving board\nA belly flopped proposal of let's be friends\n\n[Chorus]\nTour de force, tour de force de facto\nAyachuco, Ayachuco, Ayachuco\n\n[Verse 2]\nProsthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic blemish\nNecro is the Velcro on the charred appendage\nCauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds\nOh, dear god, what a tangled web we weave\n[Chorus]\nTour de force, tour de force de facto\nAyachuco, Ayachuco, Ayachuco\n\n[Refrain]\nAll we are are failed attempts\nPropelled by stilt-leg presidents\nIncarcerate the mason fence\nLike flechettes\n\n[Bridge]\nFlechettes, flechettes\nI'm not biting the lead, my pencil's broken again\nWe will fill in the blanks so you can cheat off your...\nFlechettes, flechettes\nI'm not biting the lead, my pencil's broken again\nWe will fill in the blanks so I can cheat off your...\n\n[Chorus]\nTour de force, tour de force de facto\nAyachuco, Ayachuco\n\n[Break]\nUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh\nUh-uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh\nUh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh uh, uh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nTour de force, tour de force de facto\nAyachuco, Ayachuco, Ayachuco\n\n[Refrain]\nAll we are are failed attempts\nPropelled by stilt-leg presidents\nIncarcerate the mason fence\nLike flechettes1",0
9513,Fred_Astaire___Things_Are_Looking_Up,happy,"""Things Are Looking Up  If I should suddenly start to sing\nOr stand on my head or anything\nDon't think that I've lost my senses\nIt's just that my happiness finally commences\n\nThe long, long ages of dull despair\nAre turning into thin air\nAnd it seems that suddenly\nI've become the happiest man alive\n\nThings are looking up\nI've been looking the landscape over\nAnd it's covered with four leaf clovers\nOh, things are looking up\nSince love looked up at me\nBitter was my cup\nBut no more will I be the mourner\nFor I've certainly turned the corner\nOh, things are looking up\nSince love looked up at me\n\nSee the sunbeams?\nEvery one beams just because of you\nLove's in session\nAnd my depression is unmistakably through\n\nThings are looking up\nIt's a great little world we live in\nOh, I'm as happy as a pup\nSince love looked up at me",0
1447,Annie___Anniemal,happy,"""Anniemal  [Verse 1]\nShe's a little girl\nIn a rich man's world\nEverything she'll do\nShe'll do for you\n\nHe's a monster mash\nLiving on fame and cash\nBadly spoiled\nA living dead\n[Chorus]\nSome might say just give it up\nThere's no more hope, no fair\nMove the limits\nOoh wake up the Anniemal in you\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nSome might say just give it up\nThere's no more hope, no fair\nMove the limits\nOoh wake up the Anniemal in you\n\n[Verse 2]\nGirl, can't you see?\nCome on now, set him free\nTry open up his eyes\nAnd make him realize his misery\n\nHe do not care\nSittin' over there\nGet up, stand up now\nWake up the Anniemal inside of you\n\nI think it should be inside\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Outro]\nAnimal...",0
5804,Converge___No_Heroes,anger,"""No Heroes  In vein and valor\nBe what they fear\nTheir days are over\nOur nights are here\nWith hate and heartache\nI'll strike you down\nWith rage and rapture\nI crush your crown\n\nNo more gods\nNo more graves\nNo more love\nNo more hate\nHell hammer comes down\nOnto their blade\nOur world of widows\nNeeds to be saved\nIt's now or never\nVictim or victory\nRebel or regret\nWho you are and who you claim to be\n\nNo more heroes\nNo more\nNo more\n\nIn vein and valor\nBe what they fear\nTheir days are over\nOur nights are here\nWith hate and heartache\nI'll strike you down\nWith rage and rapture\nI crush your crown\n\nNo more gods\nNo more graves\nNo more love\nNo more hate\nYou might also likeIn my world of enemies\nI walk alone\n\nIn vein and valor\nBe what they fear\nTheir days are over\nOur nights are here\nWith hate and heartache\nI'll strike you down\nWith rage and rapture\nI crush your crown\n\nHell hammer comes down\nOnto their blade\nOur world of widows\nNeeds to be saved\nIt's now or never\nVictim or victory\nRebel or regret\nWho you are and who you claim to be",3
6574,David_Archuleta___Running,happy,"""Running  [Intro]\nMafia...\n\n[Verse 1]\nWords keep falling out of my pocket\nRunning late, missed the train\nEverything is dropping\nHolding on, to my heart\nIn a rush I almost forgot it\nI must admit it, I'm tired\nBut I'm coming to you\nDon't know how far I've got\nBut I don't care, I'm not gonna\n[Chorus]\nStop runnin'\n'Cause without you I've got nothin'\nI know you're somewhere runnin' straight to me\nDon't stop runnin'\nDon't stop\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nKeep on runnin'\nDon't stop\nKeep on runnin'\n\n[Verse 2]\nLet's keep giving out\nBreaking down, I'm falling\nHead keeps telling me, this can't be worth all of this\nHolding on to my heart\nFeel the rush, I'm ready to run forever\nI'm holding it together 'cause I'm coming to you\nI don't know how far I've got\nBut I don't care, I'm not gonna\n\n[Chorus]\nStop runnin'\n'Cause without you I've got nothin'\nI know you're somewhere runnin' straight to me\nDon't stop runnin'\nDon't stop\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI got my good shoes\nI got my winning, girl, I'm focused\nAnd I'm 'bout to navigate straight to you\nAnd nothing's gonna stop me, girl\nTo keep me from comin'\n'Cause I got to have every part of you forever\nI'm runnin', runnin'\nKeep runnin', runnin'\nKeep runnin'\nKeep runnin'\n\n[Chorus]\nStop runnin'\n'Cause without you I've got nothin'\nI know you're somewhere runnin' straight to me\nDon't stop runnin'\nDon't stop\n'Cause without you\nI've got nothin'\nI know you're somewhere runnin' straight to me\nDon't stop runnin'\nDon't stop runnin'",0
3075,Billie_Holiday___He_Aint_Got_Rhythm,calm,"""He Ain’t Got Rhythm  [Verse 1]\n'Cause he ain't got rhythm\nEvery night he sits in the house alone\n'Cause he ain't got rhythm\nEvery night he sits there and wears a frown\n\n[Verse 2]\nHe attracted some attention\nWhen he found the fourth dimension\nBut he ain't got rhythm\nSo no one's with him, the loneliest man in town\n[Bridge]\nOh!, lonely man is he\nBending over his books\nHis wife and family\nKeep giving him dirty looks\n\n[Verse 3]\n'Cause he ain't got rhythm\nWhen they call him up it's to call him down\nWith that daring aviator\nHe encircled the equator\nBut he ain't got rhythm\nSo no one's with him, the loneliest man in town",2
608,Alabama___Keepin_Up,sad,"""Keepin’ Up  What's goin' on with the sun and the moon\n'Cause one's goin' down to early, one's comin' up to soon\nThe hands on my old clock tell me once again that I'm fallin' behind\nThere's too much to do and not enough time\n\nKeepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can\nKeepin' up, in a circle that never ends\nI can't stop like it or not I'm stuck\nIt's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up\n\nThere's no such thing for me as a nine to five\nIt takes more sweat than that just to get us by\nIt's like I'm chasin' my own tail\n'Cause Monday mornin' starts another stressed out week\nThe world is breathing down my neck I can feel the heat\nKeepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can\nKeepin' up, in a circle that never ends\nI can't stop like it or not I'm stuck\nIt's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up\n\nBy the time we make ends meet\nThere's not much left for you and me\nAnd no job security\nIt sure makes it tough\n\nKeepin' up\nKeepin' up\nI can't stop like it or not I'm stuck\nIt's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up\n\nI'm movin' as fast as I can\nKeepin' up, in a circle that never ends\nKeepin' up\nI can't stop\nKeepin' up, like it or not\n\nKeepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can\nKeepin' up, in a circle that never ends\nKeepin' up\nI can't stop\nKeepin' up, like it or not\nKeepin' up...See Alabama LiveGet tickets as low as $17",1
8541,Esser___Work_It_Out,calm,"""Work it out  Lately, I know that we've been fighting\nAnd I don't want to fight anymore\nI've not, worked half as much, but I know\nThat you're worth working for\n\nLet's work it out\nWe can, work it out, we can work it out. x4\n\nI have, a habit of getting my foot\nStuck in my mouth\nYou are the only person, that I know\nWho can help me to get it out\nLet's work it out\nWe can, work it out, we can work it out. x4\n\nWe can, work it out, we can work it out. x8\n\nLet's work it out\nWe can, work it out, we can work it out x4",2
5256,Chicane___Always,calm,"""Always  Just before I go to sleep\nThere's a rendez-vous I keep\nAnd, my darling, till your there...\nYou are always in my heart",2
9326,Foo_Fighters___Aint_It_The_Life,happy,"""Ain’t It the Life  Dear Haley\nCan you save me from the borrowed cloud I'm on\nAll you gotta do is try\nPray you're just getting by\nHey wait I thought you'd made it\nHow'd your bottled crown fall off\nTell me how'd you get so tired\nFaded down to the wire\nTry living a lie and kicking out the same old guise\nWasting time, so very ordinary\nWait until my bomb goes off\nSee the actors run and hide\nFake it all in stride\nOne day we all can say we're gone\nAnd haunt the ground we're from\nEverything's so open wide\nHere within the divide\nTry living a lie and kicking out the same old guise\nWasting time\nAin't it the life, got no crime, just sail on byYou might also like1",0
1156,Amy_Studt___Furniture,sad,"""Furniture  I am only flesh and bones\nSplintered glass and tattered clothes\nBehind the skin, my fragility\nBehind the skin, a skeletal impracticality\nI am only pieces of you\nHeld together with paper glue\nBehind the skin, my divinity\nBehind the skin, my only sanctuary\n\nYou can lean on me, have a drink on me\nLeave your mark all over me\nPaint the outside 'till it smiles\nYou can eat off me, rest your head on me\nPress yourself on top of me\nKick the back until it's quiet\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nJust another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nIn these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip\n\nMy wooden heart it sings no more\nThis dress I wear becomes the floor\nBehind the skin, a living, breathing thing\nBehind the skin, a place you've never been\n\nYou can lean on me, have a drink on me\nLeave your mark all over me\nPaint the outside 'till it smiles\nYou can eat off me, rest your head on me\nPress yourself on top of me\nKick the back until it's quiet\n\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nJust another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set\nAll in all I'm just furniture\nIn these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip\n\nI am only flesh and bones\nSplintered glass and tattered clothes",1
5317,Chris_Cornell___Sweet_Euphoria,calm,"""Sweet Euphoria  [Verse]\nSweet euphoria\nMine is the heart you own\nYou lost the grace of the hands that harmed you\nIn the daze of a thousand yawns\nLost my love, as it is I'm truly gone\n\nIn your morning I will sleep\nFire on an open palm\nDeath for Jesus and plastic armies\nWouldn't bring me back again\nSweet as ether eyes I'm blind to them\n[Chorus]\nAnd in your aching hour\nTime wilts like flowers\nSleeping on land-mine pillows\nTired angels\nSave my love for the lasting one\n\n[Verse 2]\nSweet euphoria\nMine is heart you stole\nTouched and broken are the things you love\nUsing stars to light your candles\nWarms my face but I can't remember yours\n\n[Chorus]\nGone are your dandelions\nFalling like mine\nFalling like daydream mangos\nDiving swallows\nSave my love, save my love\nSave my love for the lasting one\nSweet Euphoria",2
1961,Asobi_Seksu___Me__Mary,happy,"""Me & Mary  Call your name and spinning while I sigh\nDrown my eyes at the summer sky\nSay goodbye to the happy times\nSay goodbye\nFail to keep the memories on my..sigh\nLove so much that I can't survive\nLove so much, feelin dead inside\nDead inside\n**Japanese**\nMe and Mary\nLa La La x8\n\nMaybe we really had a simple time\nI can't describe, want to die inside\nI can't explain what I mean sometimes so good bye\nSpending all my time and then I decide\nI've asked too much, but I can't say why\nI've asked too much, but I can't say why if I liked\n\n**Japanese**\nMe and Mary\n\nOu Ou x8\n\nCall your name and spinning while I sigh\nDrown my eyes at the summer sky\nSay goodbye to the happy times\nSay goodbye\n\n**Japanese**\nMe and Mary\nMe and Mary\nMe and Mary\nMe and Mary",0
6772,Deadlock___Code_Of_Honor,anger,"'Code Of Honor  Do you remember all the innocent once were sacred?\nDo you remember the time we once all were heaven-sent?\n\nThese darkened clouds have led us here\nOh, how I wish that I could die\nYou faggot, you ruined the code of honor\n\nYou ruined the code of honor and now we have to live amongst the dead\nYou ruined the code of honor, no turning back\n\nDo you remember all the beauty we once created?\nDo you remember the time our love seemed to have no end?\nRemove me from this deception mankind called emotion\nI have chosen my heaven while you create your own hell\nYour city of liberty out of decay is just a dream\n\nYou ruined the code of honor and now we have to live amongst the dead\nYou ruined the code of honor, no turning back\n\nI wish, I wish I could die now\n\nI wish, I wish I could die now\n\nNobody will ever raise beauty out of decay\nOh, how I wish I could die now\nJust to live another day\nYou were heaven-sent but now spread damnation\nYou ruined the code of honor\n\nYou ruined the code of honor and now we have to live amongst the dead\nYou ruined the code of honor, no turning backYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
9325,Foo_Fighters___Headwires,happy,"""Headwires  [Verse 1]\nHave you been headwired\nWere you satisfied\nDid it free the feelings in your spine\nSleeping way inside all this time\nWill you meet your mind where the night collides\nWill you greet yourself when the sun arrives\nI'll just stay behind, I've met mine\n\n[Chorus]\nBetter than a bullet being fired\nTangled in your headwires now\nBetter than a bullet being fired\nTangled in your headwires, headwires now\n[Verse 2]\nHelp you feed the wires when your head unwinds\nAnd if our headlines become entwined\nYou can have all mine, I'll be fine\nThere's a reason why keeping me alive\nThere's a cure in me that I wish were mine\nAs long as I can fight, I'll survive\n\n[Chorus]\nBetter than a bullet being fired\nTangled in your headwires now\nBetter than a bullet being fired\nTangled in your headwires, headwires\n\n[Bridge]\nStationed on the wire headwires\nOne day I'll let go headwires\nTell them all hello headwires\nTell them all hello headwires\nStationed on the wire headwires\nOne day I'll let go headwires\nTell them all hello headwires\nTell them all hello headwires\n\n[Outro]\nThe sun is on Arlandria\nHeadwire...You might also like2",0
1626,Antony__The_Johnsons___Fistful_of_Love,sad,"""Fistful of Love  I was lying in my bed last night\nStaring at a ceiling full of stars\nWhen it suddenly hit me\nI just have to let you know how I feel\nWe live together in a photograph of time\nI look into your eyes\nAnd the seas open up to me\n\nI tell you I love you\nAnd I always will\nAnd I know you can't tell me\nI know that you can't tell me\n\nSo I'm left to pick up\nThe hints, the little symbols of your devotion\nSo I'm left to pick up\nThe hints, the little symbols of your devotion\n\nAnd I feel your fist\nAnd I know it's out of love\nAnd I feel the whip\nAnd I know it's out of love\nAnd I feel your burning eyes, oh, burning holes\nStraight through my heart\n\nIt's out of love\nIt's out of love\n\nAnd I accept and I collect upon my body\nThe memories of your devotion\n\nAnd I accept and I collect upon my body\nThe memories of your devotion\n\nAnd I feel your fist\nAnd I know it's out of love\nAnd I feel the whip\nAnd I know it's out of love\nAnd I feel your burning eyes burning holes\nStraight through my heart\nYou might also likeIt's out of love\nIt's out of love\n\nGive me a little fistful of love\nGive me a little fistful of love\nFistful of love\n\nFistful, fist, fist, fistful of love\n\nYou're giving me a little fist\nGiving me a little fistful of love\nGiving me, giving me\nA little fistful of love\nGive me a little, little, little, givin' little\nGivin' me a fistful of love\nGive a little bit, give a little bit\nGivin' me a fistful of love\nOh baby\nGivin' me just a little fistful of love\n\nGive me just a little bit\nGive me just a little bit1",1
8335,Enigma___Silence_Must_Be_Heard,sad,"""Silence Must be Heard  Look into the others eyes, many frustrations\nRead between the lines, no words just vibrations\nDon't ignore hidden desires\nPay attention, you're playing with fire\n\nSilence must be heard, noise should be observed\nThe time has come to learn, that silence...\nSILENCE MUST BE HEARD\nOr diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn\n'Cause silence has the right to be heard\nPeople talk too much for what they have to say\nWords without a meaning, they are fading away\n\nSilence must be heard, noise should be observed\nThe time has come to learn, that silence...\nSILENCE MUST BE HEARD\nOr diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn\n'Cause silence has the right to be heard",1
5410,Christina_Aguilera___Keeps_gettin_better,happy,"""Keeps Gettin’ Better  [Verse 1]\nStep back!\nGonna come at you fast\nI'm drivin' outta control and gettin' ready to crash\nWon't stop, shakin' up what I can\nI serve it up in a shot\nSo suck it down like a man\nSo baby, yes, I know what I am\nAnd no, I don't give a damn\nAnd you'll be lovin' it\n[Chorus]\nSome days I'm a super bitch\nUp to my old tricks\nBut it won't last forever\nNext day, I'm your super girl\nOut to save the world\nAnd it keeps gettin' better\n\n[Verse 2]\nKiss kiss, gonna tell you right now\nI'll make it sweet on the lips\nI'll simply knock you out\nShut up! I don't care what you say\n'Cause when we're both in the ring\nYou're gonna like it my way\nYeah, baby, there's a villain in me\nSo sexy, sour and sweet\nAnd you'll be lovin' it, ah\n\n[Chorus]\nSome days I'm a super bitch Super bitch\nUp to my old tricks\nBut it won't last forever It won't last forever, no\nNext day, I'm your super girl Super girl\nOut to save the world\nAnd it keeps gettin' better\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nHold on - it keeps gettin' better\nHold on - it keeps gettin' better\n\n[Bridge]\nIn the blink of an eye\nIn the speed of the light\nI hold the universe up\nWhile making planets collide\nWhen I strap on my boots\nAnd I slip on my suit\nYou see, the vixen in me\nBecomes an angel for you\n\n[Chorus]\nSome days I'm a super bitch Super bitch\nUp to my old tricks\nBut it won't last forever It won't last forever, no\nNext day, I'm your super girl Super girl\nOut to save the world\nAnd it keeps gettin' better\nSome days I'm a super bitch A super bitch\nUp to my old tricks\nBut it won't last forever No, no\nNext day, I'm your super girl Super girl\nOut to save the world\nAnd it keeps gettin' better\n[Outro]\nHold on - it keeps gettin' better\nHold on - it keeps gettin' better1",0
4076,Brand_New___Play_Crack_the_Sky,sad,"""Play Crack the Sky  [Verse 1]\nWe sent out the S.O.S. call\nIt was a quarter past four in the morning\nWhen the storm broke our second anchor line\nFour months at sea\nFour months of calm seas\nTo be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point\nThey call 'em rogues, they travel fast and alone\nOne hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong\nWhat they call love is a risk\nCause you will always get hit\nOut of nowhere by some wave\nAnd end up on your own\n[Chorus 1]\nThe hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts\nTo bail us out\nAnd flooded the engines and radio\nAnd half-buried bow\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour tongue is a rudder\nIt steers the whole ship\nSends your words past your lips\nKeeps them safe behind your teeth\nBut the wrong words will strand you\nCome off course while you sleep\nSweep your boat out to sea\nOr dashed to bits on the reef\nThe vessel groans\nThe ocean pressures its frame\nTo the port I see the lighthouse\nThrough the sleet and the rain\nAnd I wish for one more day to give my\nLove and repay debts\nBut the morning finds our bodies washed up 30 miles west\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThey say that the captain stays fast with the ship\nThrough still and storm\nBut this ain't the Dakota\nAnd the water's cold so cold\nWon't have to fight for long\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThis is the end\nThis story's old but it goes on and on\nUntil we disappear\nThis is the calm\nCalm me and let me taste the salt you breathed\nWhile you were underneath\n\nWe are the risen\nI am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains\nSunk below the sea\nAfter the storm\nI spoke the words but never gave a thought\nTo what they all could mean\n\nRest in the deep\nI know that this is what you want\nA funeral keeps both of us apart\nWashed up on the beach\nYou know that you are not alone\nI need you like water in my lungs\nThis is the end\nThis story's old but it goes on and on\nUntil we disappear\nThis is the calm\nCalm me and let me taste the salt you breathed\nWhile you were underneath\nWe are the risen\nI am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains\nSunk below the sea\nAfter the storm\nI spoke the words but never gave a thought\nTo what they all could mean\n\nRest in the deep\nI know that this is what you want\nA funeral keeps both of us apart\nWashed up on the beach\nYou know that you are not alone\nI need you like water in my lungs\nThis is the end\n\n[Spoken]\nNever to see any other way!11",1
868,Alison_Moyet___Love_Resurrection,sad,"""Love Resurrection  What can I do to make light of this dull dull day\nWhat switch can I pull to illuminate the way\nShow me one direction\nI will not question again\nFor a warm injection\nIs all I need to calm the pain\n\nWe all need a love resurrection\njust a little divine intervention\nWe all need a love resurrection\njust a little divine intervention\nWhat seed must I sow to replenish this barren land\nTeach me to harvest, I want you to grow in my hand\nLet's be optimistic, let's say that we won't toil in vain\nIf we pull together we'll never fall apart again\n\nWe all need a love resurrection\njust a little divine intervention\nWe all need a love resurrection\njust a little divine intervention\n\nShow me one direction\nI will not question again\nFor a warm injection\nIs all I need to calm the pain",1
8754,Eyes_Set_to_Kill___Young_Blood_Spills_Tonight,anger,"""Young Blood Spills Tonight  [Verse 1: Lindsey Vogt]\nSip my blood till there's no blood left to spill\nFrom my neck embraced by\nA concealed grip I welcomed in my arms, in my arms, in my arms\n\n[Chorus: Lindsey]\nBruised by your love\nBurned by your kiss\nIs this true love?\nIs this true love?\n[Verse 2: Brandon Anderson]\nYoung blood spills tonight\nThis time the victim is you\nPoison lips, the ones you kiss\nI swear, my love for you is true\nYoung blood spills\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Lindsey]\nNow here I sing\nMy deadly lullaby\n\n[Chorus: Lindsey]\nBruised by your love\nBurned by your kiss\nIs this true love?\nIs this true love?\nBruised by your love\nBurned by your kiss\nIs this true love?\nIs this true love?\n\n[Bridge: Lindsey]\nNow here I sing my deadly lullaby\nNow here I sing to hypnotize your body\nNow here I sing my deadly lullaby\nNow here I sing to hypnotize your body\nYou might also like[Breakdown: Brandon]\nWe bled that night till drained\nYou drank me dry, I did the same\nWe bleed this night till drained\nThis cold\nWe bled that night till drained\nYou drank me dry, I did the same\nWe bleed this night till drained\nThis cold, this cold night",3
1357,Angus__Julia_Stone___Stranger,happy,"""TranslationsPortuguêsStranger  As the music roared\nWe moved through the crowd\nI kissed your lips\nThere was no one around\nThere was no one around\n\nIn a house made of glass\nThere's a boy throwing rocks\nEvery love's like his last\nCause your heart's all you got\nYeah your heart's all you got\nCos it's been so long\nSince you've been around\nI've never missed a stranger before\nI think it's love\nIt's Judas' call\nI've never missed a stranger before, like you\n\nShe wore lace round her hair\nYeah she looked like a queen\nWith eyes so fair...\nShe was something of a dream\nShe was something of a dream\n\nCos it's been so long\nSince you've been around\nI've never missed a stranger before\nI think it's love\nIt's Judas' call\nI've never missed a stranger before, like you\n\nCos it's been so long\nSince you've been around\nI've never missed a stranger before\nI think it's love\nIt's Judas' call\nI've never missed a stranger before, like you",0
6913,Desree___Life,happy,"""Life  [Intro]\nMmm, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh, yeah, yeah, yeah\nOh, life, oh, life\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm afraid of the dark\nEspecially when I'm in a park\nAnd there's no one else around\nOoh, I get the shivers\nI don't want to see a ghost\nIt's a sight that I fear most\nI'd rather have a piece of toast\nAnd watch the evening news\n[Chorus]\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm a superstitious girl\nI'm the worst in the world\nNever walk under ladders\nI keep a rabbit's tail\nI'll take you up on a dare\nAnytime, anywhere\nName the place, I'll be there\nBungee jumping, I don't care\n\n[Chrous]\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo\nLife, doo, doo doo\nDoo, doo doo\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo after all is said and done\nI know I'm not the only one\nLife indeed can be fun\nIf you really want to\nSometimes living out your dreams\nAin't as easy as it seems\nYou wanna fly around the world\nIn a beautiful balloon\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nLife, oh life, oh life, oh life\nDoo, doo doo doo\nDoo, doo doo doo\nDoo, doo doo doo\nDoo, doo doo doo\nDoo, doo doo doo\nDoo, doo doo doo\nOh life, oh life\nOh life, oh life, oh life, oh life\nOh life, oh life, oh life, oh life1",0
5345,Chris_Isaak___Blue_Christmas,sad,"""Blue Christmas  I'll have a blue Christmas without you\nI'll be so blue just thinking about you\nDecorations of red\nOn a green Christmas tree\nWon't mean a thing dear, if you're not here with me\n\nAnd the wind knows blue snowflakes start falling\nWhen those blue, blue memories start calling\nYou'll be doing alright\nWith your Christmas of white\nOh, but I'll have a blue, blue Christmas\nYou'll be doing alright\nWith your Christmas of white\nOh, but I'll have a blue, blue Christmas\n\nAnd when you need and pray on this Christmas day\nRemember I have a blue, blue Christmas\nRemember I have a blue, blue Christmas\nAnd remember I have a blue, blue ChristmasSee Chris Isaak LiveGet tickets as low as $15",1
5335,Chris_Garneau___Between_the_bars,sad,"""Between the Bars  [Verse 1]\nDrink up, baby\nStay up all night\nOh, the things you could do\nYou won't, but you might\nThe potential you'll be\nBut you'll never see\nThe promises you'll only make\nDrink up with me now\nAnd forget all about\nThe pressure of days\nAnd do what I say\nAnd I'll make you okay\nAnd drive them away\nThe images stuck in your head\n[Chrous]\nThe people you've been before\nThat you don't want around anymore\nOr they push and shove and won't bend to your will\nI'll keep them still\n\n[Verse 2]\nDrink up, baby\nLook at the stars\nI'll kiss you again\nBetween the bars\nWhere I'm seeing you there\nWith your hands in the air\nYou're waiting to finally be caught\nDrink up one more time\nAnd I'll make you mine\nI'll keep you apart\nDeep in my heart\nSeparate from the rest\nWhere I like you the best\nAnd keep the things you forgot\n\n[Chorus]\nThe people you've been before\nThat you don't want around anymore\nOr they push and shove and won't bend to your will\nI'll keep them still\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus]\nThe people you've been before\nThat you don't want around anymore\nOr they push and shove and won't bend to your will\nI'll keep them still\n\n[Outro]\nOh-oh1",1
2244,Ayreon___Waking_Dreams,sad,"""Waking Dreams  Jonas Renkse:\nLife, imagination\nMissing link in the chain\nWe'll fuel your minds\nColour your thoughts\nCome to you waking dreams\nFire, inspiration\nMissing branch on the tree\nWe are your root\nWe are your blood\nCome to you in waking dreams\nAnneke Van Giersbergen:\nSail the stream as I dance upon the waves\nOf a waking dream as it passes you by\nRide the beam as I rise upon the wings\nOf a waking dream as it fades in the sky\n\nJonas Renkse:\nMind transformation\nYou were chosen\nLive the dream that we have been dreaming\nNow's the time to come together\nAnd make it come true\nOh me and you\n\nAnneke Van Giersbergen:\nSail the stream as I dance upon the waves\nOf a waking dream as it passes you by\nDancing on the waves\nRide the beam as I rise upon the wings\nOf a waking dream as it fades in the sky",1
9538,Freedom_Call___Hero_Nation,happy,"""Hero Nation  [Verse 1]\nRemember the times\nWe were young and wild\nAll the beautiful times\nAnd the blue blue skies\nOh yeah!\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow the years have gone by\nAnd we realized\nCreation's divine\nWe're the last to die\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHoly father, can you hear us?\nIs it the end of global freedom?\nAll the children, now and ever\nWill they ever have a future?\nWhat if we try, to open the eyes\nFor a better world tomorrow\n\n[Chorus]\nOne world for all the nations\nOne chance for God's creation\nOne sky for all the children\nOne light for hope and freedom\n\n[Verse 3]\nA lost paradise\nUnder darkened skies\nYou can see in my eyes\nAll the tears I cried\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHoly father, can you hear us?\nIs it the end of global freedom?\nAll the children, now and ever\nWill they ever have a future?\nWhat if we try, to open the eyes\nFor a better world tomorrow\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nOne world for all the nations\nOne chance for God's creation\nOne sky for all the children\nOne light for hope and freedom\n\nArise from deep damnation\nSurvive discrimination\nAlive - a big sensation\nWe are the hero nation\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nOne world for all the nations\nOne chance for God's creation\nOne sky for all the children\nOne light for hope and freedom\n\nArise from deep damnation\nSurvive discrimination\nAlive - a big sensation\nWe are the hero nation",0
3418,Blackfield___End_Of_The_World,sad,"""End of the World  Don't you forget what I've told you\nFor so many years:\nWe are hopeless and slaves to our fears\nWe're an accident called human beings\nDon't be angry for loving me, baby\nOr say it's unreal\nSo many lies turn to songs\nLike roses who hide in their thorns\n\nIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nIt's a prison for dreams and for hopes\nYet still we believe there is God\nIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nWe're dead though pretend we're alive\nFull of ignorance, fools in disguise\nIn your room doing nothing but staring\nAt flickering screens\nStreets are empty\nBut still you can hear\nJoy of children turning to tears\nDisease hides around every corner\nQuietly still\nWait for the moment to heal\nWait for God, want his touch, want to feel\n\nIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nIt's a prison for dreams and for hopes\nYet still we believe there is God\nIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nWe're dead though pretend we're alive\nFull of ignorance, fools in disguise\n\nTake this pill it will make you feel dizzy\nAnd then give you wings\nSoon boy you're falling to sleep\nWithout nightmares, without any fears\nIf you wake up in hell or in heaven\nTell the angels we're here\nWaiting below for a dream\nHere in the garden of sin\nYou might also likeIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nIt's a prison for dreams and for hopes\nYet still we believe there is God\nIt's the end of the world\nThe end of the world\nWe're dead but pretend we're alive\nFull of ignorance, fools in disguise",1
4334,Britney_Spears___If_U_Seek_Amy,happy,"""TranslationsEnglishIf U Seek Amy  [Intro]\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\n\n[Verse 1]\nOh, baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight?\nIs she in the bathroom, is she smoking up outside? Oh!\nOh, baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that I'ma buy her?\nDo you know just what she likes? Oh!\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-oh\nTell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh\nI can't get her off of my brain\nI just wanna go to the party she gon' go\nCan somebody take me home?\nHa-ha-he-he-ha-ha-ho\n\n[Chorus]\nLove me, hate me, say what you want about me\nBut all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\nLove me, hate me, but can't you see what I see?\nAll of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\n\n[Interlude]\nLove me, hate me\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\n\n[Verse 2]\nAmy told me that she's gonna meet me up\nI don't know where or when, and now they're closing up the club Oh!\nI've seen her once or twice before, she knows my face\nBut it's hard to see with all the people standing in the way Oh!\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh-oh\nTell me, have you seen her? 'Cause I'm so, oh\nI can't get her off of my brain\nI just wanna go to the party she gon' go\nCan somebody take me home?\nHa-ha-he-he-ha-ha-ho\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLove me, hate me, say what you want about me\nBut all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\nLove me, hate me, but can't you see what I see?\nAll of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLove me, hate me Oh, say what you want about me\nOh, but can't you see what I see?\nLove me, hate me Oh, say what you want about me\n'Bout me, 'bout me\n\n[Bridge]\nSo tell me if you see her\nLet me know what she was wearing, and what she was like\n'Cause I've been waiting here forever\nLet me know where she was going, I don't mind\nOh, baby, baby, if you seek Amy tonight Oh!\nOh, baby, baby, we'll do whatever you like\nOh baby, baby, baby\nOh baby, baby, baby\n\n[Interlude]\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la\n[Chorus]\nLove me, hate me, say what you want about me\nBut all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\nLove me, hate me, but can't you see what I see?\nAll of the boys and all of the girls are begging to, if you seek Amy\nLove me, hate me, say what you want about me Yeah, yeah\nLove me, hate me, but can't you see what I see?\nAll of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nLove me, hate me Oh, say what you want about me\nOh, but can't you see what I see?\nLove me, hate me Oh, say what you want about me\nAll of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy20",0
7111,Diana_Vickers___Put_It_Back_Together,calm,"""Put It Back Together  If you think you're sinking, you probably are\nOnly you can know, only you can know\nIf you think you're falling, you probably will\nYou've got to lose yourself, and not let go\n\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nEverybody gets a little scared like this sometimes\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again\nI never said I loved you quite enough\nI hope it's not too late, I hope it's not too late\nI've got this one fresh second, one fresh minute, one fresh hour of my day\nTo pray it's not too late, I hope it's not too late\n\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nEverybody gets a little scared like this sometimes\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again\n\nOoooh...\n\nI going to tell you I love you, one more time\nAgain and again\nAgain and again\nI've got this one fresh second, one fresh minute, one fresh hour of my day\nTo pray it's not too late, I hope it's not too late\n\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nEverybody gets a little scared like this sometimes\nI think we'll be alright\nI think we will survive\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again\nYou might also likeOooh...\n\nYou've got to fall apart\nAnd Put It Back Together again",2
711,Alice_Cooper___Loves_A_Loaded_Gun,calm,"""Love’s a Loaded Gun  [Verse 1]\nSomebody saw you at the station\nYou had your suitcase in your hand\nYou didn't give no information\nYou walked off with another man\n\nI'm always standing in the shadows, baby\nI watched you give yourself away\nYou take 'em home into your bedroom\nYou had another busy day\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI tried to look the other way and fake it\nYou push me to the limits\nI can't take it\n\n[Chorus]\nOne down, one to go\nJust another bullet in the chamber\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nRed lights, stop and go\nWhatcha gonna do when you play with danger\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nAnd it shoots to kill\n\n[Verse 2]\nSomeday they'll put me in a squad car\nSomeday they'll throw away the key\nBut 'til that day I'll be a mad dog\n'Cause that's what you taught me to be\n\nYou looked into the eyes of men above you\nI was the one who really tried to love you\n\n[Chorus]\nOne down, one to go\nJust another bullet in the chamber\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nRed lights, stop and go\nWhatcha gonna do when you play with danger\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nAnd it shoots to kill\nYou might also like[Guitar solo]\nPull the trigger\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI tried to look the other way and fake it\nYou know, you push me right to the limit\nI can't take it\n\n[Chorus]\nOne down, one to go\nJust another bullet in the chamber\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nRed lights, stop and go\nWhatcha gonna do when you play with danger\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\n\nOne down, one to go\nJust another bullet in the chamber\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\nRed lights, stop and go\nWhatcha gonna do when you play with danger\nSometimes love's a loaded gun\n\n[Outro]\nSomebody saw you at the station1",2
2522,Bauhaus___Terror_Couple_Kill_Colonel,sad,"'Terror Couple Kill Colonel  Terror couple kill colonel\nTerror couple kill colonel\n\nHis eyes were heavy\nHe carried a card\nOne couple questioned\nThe other discharged\nTerror couple kill colonel\nIn his West German home\nThree shots from three feet\nDragged himself to the phone\nTerror couple kill colonel\nTerror couple kill colonel\n\nAnd as he lay there\nPlaying games with his pain\nHe felt his choice of jobs\nWas such a mistake\nHe could have been a doctor\nIn a soft easy chair\nIn stead he chose three stars\nA territorial affair\n\nTerror couple kill colonel\nTerror couple kill colonel\n\nIn his West German home\nIn his West German home\nIn his West German homeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
9289,Flying_Burrito_Brothers___Do_Right_Woman,sad,"""Do Right Woman  Take me to heart and I'll always love you\nAnd nobody else could make me do wrong\nTake me for granted and I'll tag along\nMakes willpower weak and temptation strong\n\nA woman's only human\nThis you must understand\nShe's not just a plaything\nShe expects love just like a man\n\nSo, if you want a do right all day woman\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nThey say that it's a man's world\nBut you can't prove that by me\nSo as long as we're together, baby\nYou better show some respect for me\n\nSo, if you want a do right all day woman\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nYou got to be a do right all night man\nYou got to be a do right all night man",1
8204,Emigrate___In_My_Tears,sad,"""In My Tears  My sickness slips inside you\nDrowning in my poison\nDesperately I hide too from heaven\nNow we'll be together\nI can make you better\nSiphon your pain in me, so I bleed\n\nFeed your dreams to fishes\nLie about your wishes\nEat away at your time, seconds are mine\nSometimes it seems we're toxic\nWake me up and shock it\nMy low self-esteem can make me scream\nIn my tears\nDon't let me drown\nMy fears\nDon't make a sound\nMy tears\nDon't break me down\nIn my tears\nDon't let me drown\n\nSolo\n\nIt's only my psychosis\nFeeling thorns of roses\nFill the void inside me so you see\nFeed me tranquilizers\nCalm the storm inside us\nIt's so perverse to say that I'm blind\n\nIn my tears\nDon't let me drown\nMy fears\nDon't make a sound\nMy tears\nDon't break me down\nIn my tears\nTears\nYou might also likeIn my tears\nDon't let me drown\nMy fears\nDon't make a sound\nMy tears\nDon't break me down Break me\nDon't break me down Break me\nDon't let me drown",1
9096,Fiona_Apple___Carrion,sad,"""Carrion  [Verse 1]\nWon't do no good to hold no séance\nWhat's gone is gone, and you can't bring it back around\nWon't do no good to hold no searchlight\nYou can't illuminate what time has anchored down\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHoney, I've gone away\nHey, I've gone away\nI've gone away\n[Verse 2]\nWon't do no good to sing no love song\nNo sound could simulate the presence of a man\nWon't do no good asking no questions\nYour divination should acquaint you with the plan\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nOh, honey, I've gone away\nHoney, I've gone away\nHoney, I've gone away\n\n[Chorus]\nMy feel for you, boy\nIs decaying in front of me\nLike the carrion of a murdered prey\nAnd all I want\nIs to save you, honey\nOr the strength to walk\nAway\n\n[Verse 3]\nWon't do no good to go no distance\nThe space between us is as boundless as the dark\nWon't do no good to throw no fist, babe\nYou can't intimidate me back into your arms\nYou might also like[Pre-Chorus]\nBecause, honey, I've gone away\nI've gone away\nI've gone away\n\nI've gone away\nI've gone away\nI've gone\nAway\n\n[Chorus]\nMy feel for you, boy\nIs decaying in front of me\nLike the carrion of a murdered prey\nAnd all I want\nIs to save you, honey\nOr the strength to walk\nAway\nMy feel for you, boy\nIs decaying in front of me\nLike the carrion of a murdered prey\nAnd all I want is to\nSave you, honey, or the\nStrength to walk away\nOhhh!\nMy feel for you, boy\nIs decaying right in front of me\nLike the carrion of a murdered prey\nAnd all I want is to\nSave you, honey, or the\nStrength to walk away3",1
3146,Billy_Joel___Scenes_From_An_Italian_Restaurant,happy,"""Scenes from an Italian Restaurant  [Intro]\nA bottle of white, a bottle of red\nPerhaps a bottle of rosé instead\nWe'll get a table near the street\nIn our old familiar place\nYou and I, face to face, mmm\nA bottle of red, a bottle of white\nIt all depends upon your appetite\nI'll meet you any time you want\nIn our Italian restaurant\n[Segue]\n\n[Verse 1]\nThings are okay with me these days\nGot a good job, got a good office\nGot a new wife, got a new life\nAnd the family is fine\nOh, lost touch long ago\nYou lost weight, I did not know\nYou could ever look so nice\nAfter so much time\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou remember those days\nHanging out at the Village Green?\nEngineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans\nOh, you drop a dime in the box\nPlay the song about New Orleans\nCold beer, hot lights\nMy sweet romantic teenage nights\n[Segue]\n\n[Verse 3]\nBrenda and Eddie were the popular steadies\nAnd the king and the queen of the prom\nRiding around with the car top down\nAnd the radio on\nNobody looked any finer\nOr was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner\nWe never knew we could want\nMore than that out of life\nSurely Brenda and Eddie\nWould always know how to survive\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Verse 4]\nBrenda and Eddie were still going steady\nIn the summer of '75\nWhen they decided their marriage\nShould be at the end of July\nEveryone said they were crazy\n“Brenda, you know that you're much too lazy\nAnd Eddie could never afford\nTo live that kind of life.”\nOh, but there we were waving\nBrenda and Eddie goodbye\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell, they got an apartment with deep pile carpets\nAnd a couple of paintings from Sears\nA big waterbed that they bought with the bread\nThey had saved for a couple of years\nThey started to fight when the money got tight\nAnd they just didn't count on the tears\n\n[Bridge]\nYeah, rock and roll!\n\n[Verse 6]\nWell, they lived for a while in a very nice style\nBut it's always the same in the end\nThey got a divorce as a matter of course\nAnd they parted, the closest of friends\nThen the king and the queen went back to the green\nBut you can never go back there again\n[Verse 7]\nBrenda and Eddie had had it already\nBy the summer of '75\nFrom the high to the low\nTo the end of the show\nFor the rest of their lives\nThey couldn't go back to the Greasers\nThe best they could do\nWas pick up their pieces\nWe always knew they would\nBoth find a way to get by\nAnd that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie\nCan't tell you more 'cause I told you already\nAnd here we are waving\nBrenda and Eddie goodbye\n\n[Segue]\n\n[Outro]\nBottle of red, bottle of white\nWhatever kind of mood you're in tonight\nI'll meet you anytime you want\nIn our Italian restaurant17",0
5429,Christina_Milian__Shawnna___Dip_It_Low,happy,"'', 'default'",0
9276,Flunk___Spring_To_Kingdom_Come,calm,"'Spring To Kingdom Come  Sleeping beauty\nWhere have you been\nYou should know\nI´m counting on you here\n\nFeels like clouds beneath your wings\nIt is night, you see it as it is\nIt is dark, have mercy on us all\nYou should know\nI´m counting on you here\nHis kiss\nHis kiss\nHis kiss\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss...\n\nLet´s talk about the weather\nAnd the snow\nFalling from the heavens like crystal feather\nThe power of the powder\nThe silence screams louder\nI feel cold\nThis is a nation on hold\nIt´s the chill\nWithout the thrill\n\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nCome to my kingdom\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nCome to my kingdom\n\nI manage to get down to the coffee shop\nIt´s the big freeze, I feel like a pork chop\nJesus it´s cold, must be a million below\nNowhere to go, and the snow still falling\nEverything´s gone white\nStill nothing looks bright\nThere´s no signs of daylight\nEvery day is like an eternal night\nI´m out of here soon\nI might be back in June\nIt´s the chill\nWithout the thrill\nIt´s the chill\nYou might also likeI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nCome to my kingdom\n\nHis kiss\nHis kiss\nHis kiss\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss of spring\nSpring\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss\n\nIt´s the chill\nWithout the thrill\nIt´s the chill\n\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nYou should know\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nI´m counting on you here\nHis kiss of spring\nHis kiss\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nHis kiss of spring\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nHis kiss of spring\nIt´s the chill\nWithout the thrill\nI´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom\nTo my kingdomEmbed', 'default'",2
9500,Franz_Ferdinand___L_Wells,happy,"""L. Wells  [Intro]\nLa, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la\n\n[Verse 1]\nGreat Western wind catches in your Celtic hair\nFlicks it 'round your face like flames around the sun\nIn the bright cold air, you seem as innocent and fair\nAs Rita Tushingham in 1961\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel so good\nI wish that I can be as good as you\nMmm\nWell, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel the good\nBeyond the poison in us like you do\nLike you do\n[Verse 2]\nLP records in your little hands\nPut them on your little dansette for a dance\nAll those men sing 'You'll Never Walk Alone'\nBut you'll never let them break your little heart\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel so good\nI wish that I can be as good as you\nMmm\nWell, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel the good\nBeyond the poison in us like you do\nLike you do\n\n[Bridge]\nIf you have some sort of secret\nIf you need someone to tell\nYou can tell me because my memory always fails\nI will forget and your secret will remain\nYes, the secret, your secret will remain\n\n[Chorus]\nOh, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel so good\nI wish that I can be as good as you\nMmm\nWell, Lynsey Wells\nHow I wish that I could feel the good\nBeyond the poison in us like you do\nLike you do\nYou might also like[Outro]\nHow I wish that I could feel the good\nI wish that I can be",0
6887,Depeche_Mode___Halo,sad,"""Halo  [Verse 1]\nYou wear guilt\nLike shackles on your feet\nLike a halo in reverse\nI can feel\nThe discomfort in your seat\nAnd in your head, it's worse\n\n[Interlude]\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's a pain\nA famine in your heart\nAn aching to be free\nCan't you see?\nAll love's luxuries\nAre here for you and me\n[Chorus]\nAnd when our worlds they fall apart\nWhen the walls come tumbling in\nThough we may deserve it\nIt will be worth it\n\n[Verse 3]\nBring your chains\nYour lips of tragedy\nAnd fall into my arms\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when our worlds they fall apart\nWhen the walls come tumbling in\nThough we may deserve it\nIt will be worth it\nAnd when our worlds they fall apart\nWhen the walls come tumbling in\nThough we may deserve it\nIt will be worth it\nAnd when our worlds they fall apart\nWhen the walls come tumbling in\nThough we may deserve it\nIt will be worth it\nAnd when our worlds they fall apart\nWhen the walls come tumbling in\nThough we may deserve it\nIt will be worth itYou might also like9",1
7019,Devo___Planet_Earth,happy,"'Planet Earth  I heard a girl in a dress\nSay her face was a mess\nI heard there\'s no reason why\nI heard that now\'s the time to buy\n\nOn planet Earth\nI\'ll probably stay\nOn planet Earth\nIt\'s a place to live your life\n\nWhere pleasure follows pain\nPeople go insane\nFly around in planes\nPray that it won\'t rain\nDrive around in cars\nGet drunk in local bars\nDream of being stars\nWell I lived all my life on planet Earth\nI saw a girl lose all control\nWhen she lost her new mink stole\nI saw her try to catch a man\nThings I couldn\'t understand\n\nOn planet Earth\nI\'ll probably stay\nOn planet Earth\nIt\'s a place to live your life\n\nWhere pleasure follows pain\nPeople go insane\nFly around in planes\nPray that it won\'t rain\nDrive around in cars\nGet drunk in local bars\nDream of being stars\nWell I lived all my life on planet Earth\n\nI saw a man on a stage\nScream ""put me back in my cage""\nI saw him hang by his tie\nI saw enough to make me cry\nOn planet Earth\nOn planet Earth\nYou might also likeI lived all my life\nI lived all my life\nOn planet Earth\nI lived all my life\nI lived all my life\nOn planet Earth\nI lived all my life\nI lived all my life\nOn planet Earth\nI lived all my life\nI lived all my life\nOn planet Earth\nI livedEmbed', 'default'",0
5262,Children_Of_Bodom___Needled_247,anger,"'Needled 24/7  [Verse 1]\nSince day one I\'ve been crass and far beyond\nI couldn\'t laugh, I couldn\'t cry\nBefore you gauge me, take a look at yourself\nCondescending, outlivin\' in a lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nDespite all the pain in my heart grinding through\nIt ain\'t due that you hate that I hate what you do\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nA backstabbing motherfucker to the bone is what you are\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou look down to me to see the scum of the earth to be\nFuck you, that\'s me, vile and obscene\nI ain\'t happy about it but at least I don\'t judge and decree\nTo be better than another human being\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\n\n[Pre-Chorus 3]\nDespite all the piety you\'ve been consuming thus far\nHey, would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n\' turn\nMy eyes are catching fire and my heart starts to burn\nA foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven\nThen again it\'s like being needled 24/7\nYou might also like[Outro]\n""Death?\nWhat do you know about death...?""2Embed', 'default'",3
3454,Blessid_Union_Of_Souls___I_Believe,sad,"""I Believe  Walk blindly to the light and reach out for his hand\nDon't ask any questions and don't try to understand\nOpen up your mind and then open up your heart\nAnd you will see that you and me aren't very far apart\n\n'Cause I believe that love is the answer\nI believe that love will find the way\n\nViolence is spread worldwide and there's families on-the street\nAnd we sell drugs to children now oh why can't we just see\nThat all we do is eliminate our future with the things we do today\nMoney is our incentive now so that makes it okay\nBut I believe that love is the answer\nI believe that love will find the way\nI believe that love is the answer\nI believe that love will find the way\n\nOoooh\n\nI've been seeing Lisa now for a little over a year\nShe said she's never been so happy but Lisa lives in fear\nThat one day daddy's gonna find out she's in love\nWith a nigga from the streets\nOh how he would lose it then but she's still here with me\n'Cause she believes that love will see it through\nAnd one day he'll understand\nAnd he'll see me as a person and not just a black man\n\n'Cause I believe that love is the answer\nI believe that love will find the way\nI believe I believe I believe I believe that love is the answer\nI believe that love will find the way\nLove will find the way x7",1
931,Allison_Moorer___Both_Sides_Now,sad,"'Both Sides Now  Rows and flows of angel hair\nAnd ice cream castles in the air\nAnd feather canyons everywhere\nI\'ve looked at clouds that way\n\nBut now they only block the sun\nThey rain and snow on everyone\nSo many things I would\'ve done\nThe clouds got in my way\n\nI\'ve looked at clouds from both sides now\nFrom up and down and still somehow\nIt\'s clouds illusions I recall\nI really don\'t know clouds at all\nMoons and Junes and Ferris wheels\nThe dizzy dancing way you feel\nAs every fairytale comes real\nI\'ve looked at love that way\n\nBut now it\'s just another show\nYou leave them laughing when you go\nAnd if you care, don\'t let ’em know\nDon\'t give yourself away\n\nI\'ve looked at love from both sides now\nFrom give and take and still somehow\nIt\'s love’s illusions I recall\nI really don\'t know love at all\n\nTears and fears and feeling proud\nTo say, ""I love you"", right out loud\nDreams and schemes and circus crowds\nI\'ve looked at life that way\n\nBut now old friends are acting strange\nThey shake their heads, they say I\'ve changed\nWell, something\'s lost but something\'s gained\nIn living every day\n\nI\'ve looked at life from both sides now\nFrom win and lose and still somehow\nIt\'s life\'s illusions I recall\nI really don\'t know life at allYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2590,Beastie_Boys___Instant_Death,calm,"'Instant Death  And what do you do when\nYour man kills himself and\nHow do I make friends now?\nAnd where is my mom?\nI need to show her that\nShe taught me\n\nAnd please let me\nDie an instant deathYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
5060,Catie_Curtis___Troubled_Mind,sad,"""Troubled Mind  I've been getting down\nAbout all the runaround\nAbout all the questioning\nAnd the standing in the night\nBut like my friends say\nYou got to do it anyway\nAnd it just gets harder\nWhen you ask why\n\nAnd I'm tired from all the weight\nTired of being strong\nSo won't you come and stay\nAnd let me lay\nDown in your arms\nDown in your arms\nI've been getting up early\nI've been getting my coffee\nI've been getting in the car and driving\nAll over town\nTalking to myself\nWhile I'm taking off my seatbelt\nSome people don't know how to slow down\n\nAnd I'm tired from all the weight\nTired of being strong\nSo won't you come and stay\nAnd let me lay\nDown in your arms\nDown in your arms\n\nI've got a troubled\nA troubled mind\nAnd you've got a heart\nA heart so kind\nSo kind\n\nSo pack in over night bag\nDon't worry about what you have\nCause if you need something\nYou can just use mine\nAnd you don't have to promise\nMore than you want to\nBut if you want to see me\nThis would be a good time\nYou might also likeCause I'm tired from all the weight\nTired of being strong\nSo won't you come and stay\nAnd let me lay\nDown in your arms\nDown in your arms",1
903,All_That_Remains___Follow,anger,"""Follow  And i see nothing i can do would change this now\nThis last caress i'll cherish forever\nIf i could i would kiss all your tears away\nThis emptiness can only bring sorrow\n\nIf you leave\nI will follow\nWherever you go i will be there for you\n\nI believe that our destines were entwined\nNow i see that my fate's been decided\nHow i hope that in some way you'll remember me\nCan't you see that i'd lay down my life for you",3
5387,Christie_Front_Drive___Radio,sad,"'Radio  Hey, could have helped yourself\nJust wind up and make it go\nHey, could have hurt yourself\nJust wind up and make it go\n\nI guess you\nI guess you win\nCould have helped yourself\nI guess you\nI guess you win\nCould have helped yourself\nToo bad it makes you so\nToo bad it makes you so\nToo bad it makes you so, lonelyYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8148,Elvis_Costello___Blame_It_On_Cain,anger,"""Blame It on Cain  [Verse 1]\nOnce upon a time, I had a little money\nGovernment burglars took it\nLong before I could mail it to you\nStill, you are the only one\nNow I can't let it slip away\nSo if the man with the ticker tape\nHe tries to take it\nWell, this is what I'm going to say...\n\n[Chorus]\nBlame it on Cain\nDon't blame it on me\nOh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault\nBut we need somebody to burn\n[Verse 2]\nWell, if I was a saint with a silver cup\nAnd the money got low\nWe could always heat it up\nOr trade it in\nBut then, the radio to heaven will be wired to your purse\nAnd then, you can run down the wave band\nCoast to coast, hand in hand\nBad to worse, curse for curse\nDon't be dissatisfied\nSo you're not satisfied\n\n[Chorus]\nBlame it on Cain\nDon't blame it on me\nOh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault\nBut we need somebody to burn\n\n[Verse 3]\nI think I've lived a little too long\nOn the outskirts of town\nI think I'm going insane\nFrom talking to myself for so long\nOh, but I've never been accused\nBut when they step up on your face\nYou wear that good-luck grin\nI got to break out one weekend\n'Fore I do somebody in\nBut every single time\nI feel a little stronger\nThey tell me it's a crime\nWell, how much longer?\nSee Elvis Costello LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Chorus]\nBlame it on Cain\nDon't blame it on me\nOh, oh, oh, it's nobody's fault\nBut we need somebody to burn\n\n[Outro]\nBlame it on Cain\nOh, oh, oh, please, don't blame it on me\nIt's nobody's fault\nBut it just seems to be his turn",3
1231,Anberlin___Like_A_Rolling_Stone,happy,"'Like A Rolling Stone  [Verse 1]\nOnce upon a time you dressed so fine\nYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn\'t you?\nPeople\'d call, say, ""Beware doll, you\'re bound to fall""\nYou thought they were all kiddin\' you\nYou used to laugh about\nEverybody that was hangin\' out\nNow you don\'t talk so loud\nNow you don\'t seem so proud\nAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel?\nHow does it feel?\nTo be without a home\nLike a complete unknown\nLike a rolling stone\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou\'ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely\nBut you know you only used to get juiced in it\nAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street\nAnd now you find out you\'re gonna have to get used to it\nYou said you\'d never compromise\nWith the mystery tramp, but now you realize\nHe\'s not selling any alibis\nAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyes\nAnd say do you want to make a deal?\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel?\nHow does it feel?\nTo be on your own\nWith no direction of home\nLike a complete unknown\nLike a rolling stone\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nPrincess on the steeple and all the pretty people\nThey\'re drinkin\', thinkin\' that they got it made\nExchanging all precious gifts\nBut you\'d better take your diamond ring, you\'d better pawn it babe\nYou used to be so amused\nAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he used\nGo to him now, he calls you, you can\'t refuse\nWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to lose\nYou\'re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal\n\n[Chorus]\nHow does it feel?\nHow does it feel?\nTo be on your own\nWith no direction of home\nLike a complete unknown\nHow does it feel?\nHow does it feel?\nTo be on your own\nWith no direction of home\nLike a complete unknown\nLike a rolling stoneEmbed', 'default'",0
6345,Dangerdoom___Crosshairs,sad,"""Crosshairs  [Verse: MF DOOM]\nThe fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire\nGettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar\nPelican, with some very soft mangos\nA closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols\nFlew the coop, before you hit it, let me warn you\nShe did a cool hula-hoop but don't get any on you\nIt's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham\nWhen he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, FIGJAM\nDOOM, not to be confused with nobody\nEspecially, since the flows he used was so nutty\nNever too woozy to go study\nCrews got no clues like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy\nWatch your six, he got a lot of more tricks\n , bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics\nIt's a gift, don't get shot for kicks\nWith the same slick used to plot sick vics with\nSpotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands\nThe other one on his swollen glans, a golden chance\nThat's why he kept them holes in his pants\nRollin' in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans\nIs that you? True, matched from hat to shoe\nSnafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue\nBlack Jew like that's new, patch me through\nNo latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two\nSuper, he's loaded dice nice\nAnd overpriced, an arm and a leg; owe 'em your life or your ice\nVillain, nag a grieving old hag\nSnag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag\nCome clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs\nA keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff\nInstead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs\nAight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight\nAnd he's on the next flight, moon bound\nAnd makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound\nGot some peers that's gone in the lost years\nTears and cheers, born in the crosshairs\n[Outro: Thundercleese & Brak]\nWhy are you listening to this backwards? *reversed*\nHey Mr. Thundercleese, what's that you were singing?\nIt is the Robotic Hymn of Doom\nWell I always say, nothin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doom\nBetter than an amazing pair of jugs!You might also like6",1
6522,Dashboard_Confessional___This_Ruined_Puzzle,sad,"'This Ruined Puzzle  [Verse 1]\nThis ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down\nSo the placing goes slowly\nThe pictures of anything other than it\'s meant to be\nBut the hours, they creep, the patterns repeat\nDon\'t be concerned, you know I\'ll be fine on my own\nI never said ""don\'t go"", “don’t go”\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I\'ve hidden a note\nIt\'s pressed between pages that you\'ve marked to find your way back\nIt says ""Does he ever get the girl?""\nBut what if the pages stay pressed\nThe chapters unfinished\nThe stories too dull to unfold?\nDoes he ever get the girl?\n[Verse 2]\nWell, this basement\'s a coffin, I\'m buried alive\nI\'ll die in here just to be safe\nI\'ll die in here just to be safe\nCause you\'re gone, I get nothing\nAnd you\'re off with barely a sigh\nI never said ""Good-bye""\n\n[Chorus]\nBut I\'ve hidden a note\nIt\'s pressed between pages that you\'ve marked to find your way back\nIt says ""Does he ever get the girl?""\nBut I\'ve hidden a note\nIt\'s pressed between pages that you read if you’re so inclined\n""Does he ever get the girl?""\n\n[Outro]\nBut the hours, they creep, the patterns repeat\nDon\'t be concerned, you know I\'ll be fine on my own\nI never said ""don\'t go"", “don’t go”\nDoes he ever get the girl?You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8733,Exodus___Downfall,anger,"""Downfall  [Instrumental Intro]\n\n[Verse 1]\nA crumbling empire\nWhere angels fear to tread\nInto the ruins of a civilization\nA society ripped to shreds\nNo semblance of order\nTo the world which I abjure\nWhere the bloody blade is forged\nAm I the cause or the cure?\n[Chorus]\nOur destiny is soon revealed\nBattlestrewn no way to heal\nWe spread the wings of failure\nFor the world's last goodnight\nDownfall!\nIn the flames of the burning lands\nWho claims to have the upper hand?\nBonfire of the vanities and spite\n\n[Verse 2]\nLike Sodom & Gomorrah\nForsaken and alone\nLook how the mighty all have fallen\nWe reap what we have sewn\nWhen all the marble palaces\nAre blackened sacked and burned\nWill we understand man's ignorance\nThrough all the lessons learned\n\n[Chorus]\nOur destiny is soon revealed\nBattlestrewn no way to heal\nWe spread the wings of failure\nFor the world's last goodnight\nDownfall!\nIn the flames of the burning lands\nWho claims to have the upper hand?\nBonfire of the vanities and spite\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nVanities and spite\n\n[Bridge]\nFall!\nFall!\nFall!\nDownfall!\nFall!\nFall!\nFall!\nDownfall!\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo quick to claim the credit due\nYet no one takes the blame\nLike Nero played his violin\nWhile watching Rome in flames\nImplosion of our nations through\nDecisions of its kings\nDownfall of our creation\nIt's the end of everything\n\n[Chorus]\nOur destiny is soon revealed\nBattlestrewn no way to heal\nWe spread the wings of failure\nFor the world's last goodnight\nDownfall!\nIn the flames of the burning lands\nWho claims to have the upper hand?\nBonfire of the vanities and spite\n[Outro]\nOur destiny is soon revealed\nBattlestrewn no way to heal\nWe spread the wings of failure\nFor the world's last goodnight\nDownfall!\nIn the flames of the burning lands\nWho claims to have the upper hand?\nBonfire of the vanities and spite",3
5640,Coheed_and_Cambria___Everything_Evil,calm,"'Everything Evil  [Verse 1]\nWait for everything evil in you comes out\nI\'ll stay when we\'ll only motivate sound instead, Sergeant\nMake for the table, in hopes that I won\'t be afraid again\nCall when enabled, and send the leader out against\n\nI will stage a reenactment, in a false pretense: Exist, inflict\nUnworthy unconsciousness\nWhy debate when the action\'s suppressed?\nThen kill the acquitted\nListen to the sounds that remain in question\nIn hopes to solidify a truce\nAmongst the children, and the jury that stands the verdict\nAlive, here among the dead\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nEvolve, Monstar!\nShow me the things I\'ve never wanted done\nEvolve, Monstar!\nDo to me the things I never wanted done\n\n[Chorus]\nI, I felt much better than this before\nIf they find out to avoid\nThen the accidents kept hidden away\nBut if they stay...\n\n[Verse 2]\nBlood-hungry, cannibalistic, unfit family ties\nIn a series of knocks to the young girl\'s head side\nCome write me a letter, and paste it on my refrigerator door\nInspected inspector, I think we\'ve found something over here\n\n[Chorus]\nI, I felt much better than this before\nIf they find out to avoid\nThen the accidents kept hidden away\nBut if they stay...\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nJesse, just come look at what your brother did\nHere, he did away with me\nJesse, just come look at what your brother did\nHere, he did away with me\n\n[Bridge]\nStay until Wednesday\nAnd write me a childlike letter, pretending\nAt war here in Thursday\nLet\'s make this our last day at home by the Fence\n\n[Terminal Climax]\nWould you run? Would you run?\nWould you run, down past the Fence?\nWould you run? Would you run?\nWould you run, down past the Fence? FBI!\nAnd she screamed ""Claudio! Dear Claudio!\nI wish, God damn it, we\'ll make it if you believe!""\nAnd she screamed ""Claudio! Dear Claudio!\nI wish, God damn it, we\'ll make it if you believe!"" FBI!Embed', 'default'",2
7472,Doves___Snowden,happy,"""Snowden  [Verse 1]\nI said man, can you help me out?\nAnd bring me back to love\nBring me back to life\n\n[Refrain]\nOh why should I care?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI said how, could you keep me out?\nWithout a wish to share\nSo without a doubt\n[Refrain]\nOh then why should I care?\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe have been warned\nIt's a classic sign\nIt's a wicked mind\nWith an axe to grind\n\n[Refrain]\nWhen is it our, our turn?\nSo why should we care?\n\n[Verse 4]\nYeah we have been warned\nIt's a classic sign\nWhy should we care?\n\nIf this is our last summer\nOh then why should we care?\n\nIf this could be our last summer\nThen why should we care?You might also like2",0
1688,Aqualung___You_Turn_Me_Around,calm,"""You Turn Me Around  The end it was the end the sirens were pulling him down\nAnd his heart was cold so very cold you believe it might never have beat\n\nWhen the sun sets around me my daydreams confound me\nAnd the long nights surrounds me\nYou turn me around\nYou turn me around\n\nAnd you she was there too drowning and wanting it over\nAnd her hope was all lost\nAll hope was lost given up and never again\nBut watch as fingertips touch and the life floods in\nAnd they swim to the sun\n\nAnd the long night surrounds me\nYou turn me around\n\nI won't let you down won't let you down\nI won't let you down you turn me around",2
7797,Eels___Cancer_for_the_Cure,sad,"""Cancer for the Cure  The kids are digging up a brand new hole\nWhere they put their deadbeat mom\nGrandpa's happy watching video porn\nWith the closed caption on\n\nAnd father knows best\nAbout suicide and smack\nWell, hee-hee-hee\n\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nBuckle up and endure now, baby\nCancer for the cure\nOl' blue eyes is back again\nBut he was never here in the first place\nA heart attack may be something to fear\nBut take a look out back\n\n'Cause Courtney needs love\nAnd so do I\nWell, hee-hee-hee-hee\n\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure, my baby\nBuckle up and endure now, sweet thing\nCancer for the cure\n\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure, my baby\nBuckle up and endure now, sweet thing\nThe cancer for the\nThe cancer for the\nThe cancer for the\nThe cancer for the cure\n\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nYou might also likeCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure\nCancer for the cure",1
9643,Fun_Lovin_Criminals___Couldnt_Get_It_Right,calm,"""Couldn’t Get It Right  Time was drifting - this rock had got to roll\nSo, I hit the road and made my getaway\nRestless feeling really got ahold\nI started searching for a better way\n\nI kept on looking for sign in the middle of the night\nBut, I couldn't see the light - no, I couldn't see the light\nI kept on looking for a way to take me through the night\nCouldn't get it right\nCouldn't get it right\nPhilly fever made me feel alright\nBut, I must admit it got the best of me\nGettin' down so deep I could've drowned\nNow, I can't get back the way I used to be\n\nI kept on looking for sign in the middle of the night\nBut, I couldn't see the light - no, I couldn't see the light\nI kept on looking for a way to take me through the night\nCouldn't get it right\nCouldn't get it right\n\nNew York City took me with the tide\nAnd, I nearly died from hospitality\nLeft me stranded - took away my pride\nJust another no account fatality\n\nI kept on looking for sign in the middle of the night\nBut, I couldn't see the light - no, I couldn't see the light\nI kept on looking for a way to take me through the night\nCouldn't get it right\nCouldn't get it right",2
124,AHa___Little_Black_Heart,sad,"""Little Black Heart  I never saw sunlight\nBurn as bright\nI never felt darkness\nThe way I feel it tonight\n\nYou say it's getting better\nYou say it's all right\nBut I never felt darkness\nLike I feel it tonight\nLittle black heart\nRaindrops on my window\nI can't tell them apart\nLike the few things forgiven\nIn my little black heart\n\nYou say it's getting better\nWe just never got it right\nBut I never felt darkness\nThe way I feel it tonight\nLittle black heart\n\nSome day we will shine\nLike the moon in the morning\nLike the sun when it's dawning\nYes, the sun when it's dawning\nThe sun\n\nSome day we will shine\nLike the moon in the morning\nLike the sun when it's dawning\nYes, the sun when it's dawning\nThe sun\n\nRaindrops on my window\nI can't tell them apart\nLike a few things forgotten\nAnd a few things ignored\nYou might also likeYou say it's getting better\nYou say it's all right\nBut I never felt darkness\nThe way I feel it tonight\nLittle black heart\n\nMy little black heart",1
9586,Frog_Eyes___The_Oscillators_Hum,happy,"""The Oscillator’s Hum  It's important that you run and it's important that you rise\nIt's important that you set yourself upon a new disguise\nThe snipers by the falls'll be delivering their calls:\nHey, George, look what they've found\n\nI keep talking about what everybody's talking about\nWhere's my baby coming out, she's trapped in a hole, she's calling out\nThe snipers by the falls'll be delivering their calls:\nHey, George, look what they've found\n\nAnd the walker in the field and the building that we build\nIt's a pornographic guild, it's the business that we build\nAnd the oscillator hums when the passive preacher strums\nAnd I hear the wooden drums, sing his portion, sing his sum\nOh, it's a pity your baby died\nBut I don't do drugs\nThe snipers by the falls'll be delivering their calls:\nHey, George, look what they've found\n\nWell, I keep running out, the papacy is running out\nThe pharmacy is running out, the heretics are calling out\nThe snipers by the falls'll be delivering their calls:\nHey, George, look what they've found\n\nI know when the bottom breaks from Autumn aches\nOh lord, I ate a billion cakes\nCold alarm, cold alarm\nIt's a pity your baby died",0
7758,Editors___Papillon,sad,"""Papillon  [Verse 1]\nMake our escape\nYou're my own papillon\nThe world turns too fast\nFeel love before it's gone\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\nMy papillon, feel love when it's shone\n\n[Refrain]\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\n[Chorus]\nDarling\nJust don't put down your guns yet\nIf there really was a God here\nHe'd have raised a hand by now\nNow darling\nYou're born, get old and die here\nWell that's quite enough for me\nWe'll find our own way home somehow\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo sense of doubt\nOr what you could achieve\nWell I've found you out\nI've seen the life you wish to leave\nBut when it kicks like a sleep twitch\nYou will choke\nChoke on the air you try to breathe\n\n[Refrain]\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling\nNow just don't put down your guns yet\nIf there really was a God here\nHe'd have raised a hand by now\nDarling\nYou're born, get old and die here\nWell that's quite enough for me, dear\nWe'll find our own way home somehow\nHow, how?\nYou might also like[Refrain]\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\n\n[Chorus]\nDarling\nJust don't put down your guns yet\nIf there really was a God here\nHe'd have raised a hand by now\nDarling\nOh, you're born, get old and die here\nWell that's quite enough for me, dear\nWe'll find our own way home somehow\n\n[Refrain]\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch\n\n[Outro]\nIt kicks like a sleep twitch1",1
2267,Az_Yet___I_Dont_Want_to_Be_Lonely,happy,"""I Don’t Want To Be Lonely  [Intro - Marc]\nMy bags are packed and I'm about to go\nYou said you needed time to be alone\nBut just in case you have a change of mind\nHere's my number where I'll be tonight\n\n[Verse 1 - Marc]\nYou know its was hard for me to understand\nBut I'm gon' try and be an understanding man\nI'm hoping you will have a change of heart\nCuz without you I'm gon' fall apart\n[Chorus]\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't wanna see a day without you\nI don't want nobody else in your arms\nI don't want nobody holding you\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't want nobody laughing wit you\nI don't want nobody else in your heart\nI don't want nobody loving you\n\n[Verse 2 - Kenny]\nI left an address on the kitchen door\nWith a set of keys both mine and yours\nI'm hoping i won't need these keys for long\nCuz I'm praying you'll ask me back home\n\n[Chorus with Marc adlibs]\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't wanna see a day without you\nI don't want nobody else in your arms\nI don't want nobody holding you\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't want nobody laughing wit you\nI don't want nobody else in your heart\nI don't want nobody loving you\nYou might also like[Bridge - Marc with Kenny adlibs]\nOh baby baby don't walk from me\nI know that you will need some time to yourself\nI'll give you what you hope you need from me\nI will give you the space girl whatever it takes\nI don't want to be here alone I'm so alone\n\nIntro - Marc & Kenny\nMy bags are packed and I'm about to go\nI'm giving you the time to be alone\nBut just in case you have a change of mind\nHere's my number where I'll be baby baby baby\n\n[Chorus with Marc adlibs]\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't wanna see a day without you\nI don't want nobody else in your arms\nI don't want nobody holding you\nI don't wanna be lonely\nI don't want nobody laughing wit you\nI don't want nobody else in your heart\nI don't want nobody loving you\n\n[Intro - Marc]\nMy bags are packed and i'm about to go\nMy bags are packed and i'm...",0
1095,Amorphis___A_Servant,sad,"""A Servant  [Verse 1]\nWhat was denied from poor\nI thought to be riches\nI run for them there\nAnd then it made me take my due\nTo death, I'd plunge with joy\nMy happiness to claim\nI am prepared to face the war\nUnder the black soil\n\n[Verse 2]\nI'm righteous if I so desire\nUntil I reveal my worth\nAnd take to myself\nWhat was denied from me\nI stalked them in their celebrations\nI delved into the words\nI aimed at the highest of the high\nAnd decided it's mine to take\n[Chorus]\nWon't to crawl I was\nTo cringe and fawn\nA servant on hours of day\nBut a holder of nocturnal sway\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat was denied from poor\nI thought to be love\nI run for it here and now\nIt makes me take my due\n\n[Chorus]\nWon't to crawl I was\nTo cringe and fawn\nA servant on hours of day\nBut a holder of nocturnal sway\n\nWon't to crawl I was\nTo cringe and fawn\nA servant on hours of day\nBut a holder of nocturnal sway",1
683,Alexandra_Burke___Overcome,happy,"""Overcome  [Intro]\nOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh\nAah-aah\n\n[Verse 1]\nIf you walk with your head down\nYou can count every step you take\nI know every place I've been now\nI can count every mistake\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've been hurt so many times before\nAlmost forgotten how to dream\nAll that I was running from\nIs all I need to save me\n[Chorus]\nI couldn't let you in my heart\nBut now my defenses all fall apart Oh-oh-oh\nJust when I thought I'd given up\nI have overcome\nAnd now I can let you go, oh no\nYou show me something that I've never known Never known\nAnd finally I found the one\nI have overcome\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nAah-aah\nI have overcome\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou can never see it coming\nThere's always that one you can't count now\nWho keeps on believing?\nNothing's gonna stop me now\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI've been hurt so many times before\nAlmost forgotten how to dream\nAll that I was running from\nIs all I need to save me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI couldn't let you in my heart Oh\nBut now my defenses all fall apart All fall apart\nJust when I thought I'd given up\nI have overcome\nAnd now I can let you go I can't let you go\nYou show me something that I've never known Never known\nAnd finally I found the one I found the one\nI have overcome\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm not running anymore\n'Cause now there's nothing left to hold me down\nSome things are worth fighting for\nI see it all, it's waiting for me now\n\n[Chorus]\nI couldn't let you in my heart\nBut now my defenses all fall apart All fall apart\nJust when I thought I'd given up\nI have overcome\nAnd now I can let you go I can't let you go\nYou show me something that I've never known Never known\nAnd finally I found the one Ooh-ooh\nI have overcome\nI couldn't let you in my heart\nBut now my defenses all fall apart Fall apart\nJust when I thought I'd given up I'd given up, I'd given up\nI have overcome\nAnd now I can let you go, oh no\nYou show me something that I've never known Never known\nAnd finally I found the one\nI have overcome\n[Outro]\nOh, I have overcome\nYeah, yeah",0
2530,Bauhaus___Party_Of_The_First_Part,sad,"'Party of the First Part  Dialogue from ""The Devil and Daniel Mouse""\n\nJan Mouse: Who are you?\n\nB.L. Zebub: My card, pretty lady\n\nJan Mouse: Devil-May-Care Music Production, B. L. Zebub, President\n\nB.L. Zebub: I like your style, too bad you\'re not a singer\n\nJan Mouse: Oh, but I am, I am a singer!\nB.L. Zebub: Hmm, no fooling...\n\nJan Mouse: No, no listen...\n\nB.L. Zebub: Fantastic, different\n\nJan Mouse: I want to be a star, oh, please!\n\nB.L. Zebub: You\'ve talked me into it. Contract!\nJust our standard contract, nothing fancy...\n\nWeez Weezel: Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights!\n\nB.L. Zebub: Take your time, read it all\n\nJan Mouse: Oh, I give up. Can I trust you?\nOkay, I\'ll sign!\n\nB.L. Zebub: Right! Pen!\n\nJan Mouse: Where\'s the ink?\n\nB.L. Zebub: We always use blood, it\'s more permanent\n\nJan Mouse: Oh, I don\'t know, can\'t we wait for Dan?\nYou might also likeB.L. Zebub: Oh, sure, I\'ll be back next year. Come on, Weez!\n\nJan Mouse: Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop, stop, I\'ll sign!\nWhat about a band... I know a drummer...\n\nWeez Weezel: Ugh! She can\'t be bothered kid, she\'s got an interview!\n\nPeter Murphy of Bauhaus: The interview circus is so absurd and so silly\n\nJournalist: How do you feel about your sudden success?\n\nJan Mouse: Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know? It\'s like, fabulous. Of course, it\'s... lonely, too, sometimes\n\nJournalist: Oh, that\'s nice\n\nWeez Weezel: This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!\nYou\'re at the top now, sweetie!\n\nJan Mouse: Yeah, but where do I go from here?\n\nWeez Weezel: Don\'t worry...\n\nB.L. Zebub: I want you, we have a bargain\n\nJan Mouse: No, I didn\'t mean that, wait!\nB.L. Zebub: I\'ve been waiting, now it\'s my turn!\n\nJan Mouse: No!\n\nB.L. Zebub: According to our contract, at precisely midnight, at the moment of her greatest triumph... the party of the first part, that\'s you, agrees to render up her soul now and forevermore... to the party of the second part, that\'s me. Shall we go?Embed', 'default'",1
4875,Carpark_North___Wild_Wonders,happy,"""Wild Wonders  [Verse 1]\nSex games don't change a thing\nOver and over again\nYour life's in a loop\nI try to shout, work it out\nThis is what it's all about\nBack here it all looks the same\nNo smiles and no one to blame\nOut there, things are clear\nIt's better now, work it out\nThis is what it's all about\n[Chorus]\nWe're headed for the wild wonders, distant wonders\nWhere days are made of stars go get it\nDream diving makes me want to lead you there\nNow we see the wild wonders all around us\nDreams are made of stars go get it\nThey'll surely shine forever\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy ties don't make you belong\nAnd when love is your favourite song\nTaste it, spit it out\nIt's better now, work it out\nThis is what it's all about\nIt's better now, worked it out\nThis is what it's all about\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're headed for the wild wonders, distant wonders\nWhere days are made of stars go get it\nDream diving makes me want to lead you there\nNow we see the wild wonders all around us\nDreams are made of stars go get it\nThey'll surely shine forever they'll surely shine forever\n\n[Bridge]\nWe're headed for the wild wonders go get it\nWe're headed for the wild wonders go get it\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWild wonders, distant wonders\nWhere days are made of stars go get it\nDream diving makes me want to lead you there\nNow we see the wild wonders all around us\nDreams are made of stars dreams are made of stars\nDreams are made of stars dreams are made of stars\nDreams are made of stars dreams are made of stars\nThey'll surely shine forever on",0
6081,Culture_Club___Church_Of_The_Poison_Mind,happy,"""Church of the Poison Mind  [Verse 1]\nDesolate loving in your eyes\nYou used an' made my life so sweet\nStep out like a God-found child\nI saw your eyes across the street\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWho would be the fool to take you\nBe more than just kind?\nStep into a life of maybe\nLove is hard to find\n[Chorus]\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison\n\n[Verse 2]\nWatch me clinging to the beat\nI had to fight to make it mine\nThat religion, you could sink it neat\nJust move your feet an' you'll feel fine\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWho would be the fool to maybe\nTrick a kiss in time?\nWho am I to say that's crazy?\nLove will make you blind\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAh, ah\nAh, ah\nAh, ah\nAh, ah\n\n[Harmonica Solo]\n\n[Verse 3]\nDesolate loving in your eyes\nYou used an' made my life so sweet\nStep out like a God-found child\nI saw your eyes across the street\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWho would be the fool to take you\nBe more than just kind?\nStep into a life of maybe\nLove is hard to find\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind\nIn the church of the poison mind1",0
4202,Brendan_Perry___Saturdays_Child,sad,"""Saturday’s Child  Farewell, my child, it's time\nTo leave this all behind\nChanging rivers for the sea\nFarewell to Saturday's child\nCut loose before his prime\nSet adrift in the city\n\nSpeak to me now of isolation\nFeel your way home in the dark\n\nHere comes the old grey man\nBack bent before his time\nTracing figures in the sand\nHe has no more crosses to bear\nSat upon his rocking chair\nGazes out toward the sea\nSpeak to me now in visions\nSeen through a looking glass mind\n\nSpeak of your inhibitions\nYou still have your mountain to climb",1
2816,Ben_Folds_Five___Alice_Childress,happy,"""Alice Childress  [Verse 1]\nSome summers in the evening after 6 or so\nI walk on down the hill\nAnd maybe buy a beer\nI think about my friends\nSometimes I wish they lived out here\nBut they wouldn't dig this town\nNo they wouldn't dig this town\n\n[Chorus]\nTry not to think about it, Alice Childress\nTry not to think about it anymore\nTry not to think about it, Alice Childress\nAnymore, no not anymore\n[Verse 2]\nAlice, the world is full of ugly things\nThat you can't change\nPretend it's not that way\nIt's my idea of faith\nYou can blow it off\nAnd say there's good in nearly everyone\nJust give them all a chance\nNow let's give them all a chance\n\n[Chorus]\nTry not to think about it, Alice Childress\nTry not to think about it anymore\nTry not to think about it, Alice Childress\nAnymore, no not anymore\n\n[Bridge]\nNo, it didn't work out\nNo, it didn't work out the way we thought it would\nNo, it didn't work out\nAn arranged marriage is not so good\n\n[Verse 3]\nThank God it's you\nY'know your timing is impeccable\nI'm not fooling you\nI don't know what to do\nSome dude just knocked me cold\nAnd left me on the sidewalk\nTook everything I had\nEverything I had\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nTry not to think about it, Alice Childress\nTry not to think about it anymore\nIt's getting late where you are, Alice Childress\nAnymore, no not anymore",0
6059,Crystal_Castles___Magic_Spells,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolMagic Spells  [Verse]\nDon't worry, Dear Pamela\nI'll do my scientific best to command your fleet\nDon't worry, Dear Pamela\nI'll do my scientific best to command your fleet\n\n[Verse]\nDon't worry, Dear Pamela\nI'll do my scientific best to command your fleet\nDon't worry, Dear Pamela\nI'll do my scientific best to command your fleetYou might also like6",1
2394,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Year_Of_The_Rat,happy,"""Year of the Rat  June is on the run for so long\nPushed and pulled then shunned it was so wrong\nThese 4 walls crashing in won't stop me now\nCos alive, I'm out tonight, all night\n\nEverybody needs to know its the year of the rat\nEveryday we've got to hold on\nCos if we hold on we could find some new energy\n\nStreets with flags unfurled like treasure\nThank me for me for my words its a pleasure\nJust ask me to stay coz ill be gone\nBut it's alright, I'm okay, always\nEverybody needs to know it's the year of the rat\nEvery day we've got to hold on\nCuz if we hold on we could find some new energy\n\nOne plus one is one together\nOne plus one is one forever\nOne plus one is one together\nOne plus one is one forever\n\nEverybody needs to know it's the year of the rat\nEverybody needs to know it's the year of the rat\nEverybody needs to know it's the year of the rat\nEverybody needs to know it's the year of the rat\nEveryday we've got to hold on\nCuz if we hold on we could find some new energyYou might also like1",0
9552,French_Horn_Rebellion___Up_All_Night,happy,"""Up all night  Is everybody happy now?\nIs everybody clear?\nWe could drive out to the dunes tonight\n'Cause summer's almost here\nI've been up all night\nI might sleep all day\nGet your dreams just right\nLet them slip away\nI might sleep all day\nWhen the roads are clear, we'll head on out of here\nIf you're comin' back, I'll see you in the morning\nI'm just starin' at the ceiling starin' back at me\nJust waitin' for the daylight to come crawlin' in on me\nAnd I've been up all night\nI might sleep all day\nGet your dreams just right\nAnd let them slip away\nI might sleep all day\nOh, it's too late to get high now\nOh, it's too late to get high now\nFix your hair just right and put your jeans on tight\nWear a dress, so I can get it off real easy\n'Cause I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes\nOpen up real wide, the minute that you see me\nIf you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you\nI understand that everyone goes disappearing\nInto the greatest gray that covers over everyday\nAnd hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance\nI've been up all night\nI might sleep all day\nGet your dreams just right\nLet them slip away\nI might sleep all day\nOh, it's too late to get high now\nOh, it's too late to get high\nI said baby, I'm not alone\nI said baby, I'm not alone\nIt's too late\nBaby, I'm not alone\nI said baby, I'm not alone\nSaid it's too late\nOh, I only wanna get high\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nI said, na, na, na, na, na, na\nIt's too late\nOh, I only wanna get high\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nI said, na, na, na, na, na, na\nI said, it's too late\nOh, I [Incomprehensible]\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nOh, na, na, na, na, na, na\nIt's too late, oh",0
4925,Cascada___What_Hurts_The_Most,happy,"""What Hurts the Most  [Verse 1]\nI can take the rain on the roof of this empty house\nThat don't bother me\nI can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out\nI'm not afraid to cry every once in a while\nEven though goin' on with you gone still upsets me\nThere are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay\nBut that's not what gets me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat hurts the most was being so close\nAnd having so much to say Much to say\nAnd watching you walk away Walk away\nNever knowing what could have been\nAnd not seeing that loving you\nIs what I was trying to do\n[Verse 2]\nIt's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go\nBut I'm doin' it\nIt's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone\nStill harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret\nBut I know if I could do it over\nI would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart\nThat I left unspoken\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat hurts the most was being so close\nAnd having so much to say Much to say\nAnd watching you walk away Walk away\nNever knowing what could have been\nAnd not seeing that loving you\nIs what I was trying to do\nOh, oh\nHey, hey\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm not afraid to cry every once in a while\nEven though goin' on with you gone still upsets me\nThere are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay\nBut that's not what gets me\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat hurts the most was being so close\nAnd having so much to say Much to say\nAnd watching you walk away Walk away\nNever knowing what could have been\nAnd not seeing that loving you\nIs what I was trying to do\nWhat hurts the most What hurts the most was\nWas being so close\nAnd having so much to say Much to say\nAnd watching you walk away Walk away\nNever knowing what could have been\nAnd not seeing that loving you\nIs what I was trying to doYou might also like4",0
9126,Fionn_Regan___The_Cowshed,sad,"""The Cowshed  I still see you as a baby, I do\nClimbing onto the stage in front of the school\n\nHigh strung\nThe cat got your tongue\nThe spotlight came out\nYou'd been stung\nI followed the trail\nWhen I heard that they found\nYou in the cowshed\nI still see the insect filled jars in rows\nThe calculations and the diagrams, constellations\n\nHigh strung\nThe cat got your tongue\nThe spotlight came out\nYou'd been hung\nI followed the trail\nWhen I heard that they found\nYou in the cowshed",1
4254,Brick___Aint_Gonna_Hurt_Nobody,happy,"""Ain’t Gonna Hurt Nobody  [Verse 1]\nA groovy groove, nice and easy\nFeels so good there in my bones\nDance, dance, dance to the music\nGet down, get down and sing along\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nDon't stop me\nAnd I won't stop you\n[Verse 2]\nNow someone said that it was ten to four\nIt's not too late to throw some more\nTimes keep ticking away\nCome on and let's get down today\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause it ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nDon't stop me\nAnd I won't stop you\n\n[Chorus]\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nDon't stop me\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nIt ain't gonna hurt nobody to get on down\nDon't stop me\nAnd I won't stop you",0
896,All_My_Faith_Lost___Rain_Has_Fallen_All_The_Day,sad,"'Rain Has Fallen All the Day  Rain has fallen all the day\nAmong the folds of your disease\nYou hide your fears in this delay\nInside silent tears\n\nEndlessly waiting for something\nTo come, shall we remain?\nCome, my beloved, where i may\nSpeak too your heartYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3639,Blue_October___HRSA,happy,"'Hrsa  Admitted at twenty-two\nJust to get over you\nMy belly aches blue\nLorazepam flu\nI\'m down for the count\nAlways three times a day\nSometimes four, sometimes four\nA bee sting straight through the arm\nThe high swing I ride upon\nMy eyes can\'t quite focus on\nThe nurse with my Lucky Charms\nWhile a two-step was just a laugh\nOur boundaries were broke in half\nIt\'s a good thing to know\nAs you walk into group for the show\nKnock-knock on the window pane\nMy smoke break, the hour rang\nMy quiet roommate sleeps the same\nAnd woke up when dinner came\nThe man\'s no more than forty old\nArrived scared two days ago\nA family of earth and gold\nBut still nonetheless alone\n\nI learned quick, knew what to say\nThen three angels walked my way\nIn Spanish tongue, they knelt to pray\nAnd said, ""God, keep him safe\nFrom screaming voices""\nThey became my family\nOutstretched, their hands are on my head\nYou know, boy, I can feel them breathing\nThey actually knelt down and prayed for me\nThey actually knelt down and prayed for me\n\nDon\'t you dare put me on HRSA\nDoes self-abuse extend your hospital stay?\nI think I\'ll lie a bit\nLord, I won\'t cry over anything\nOver anything at all\nI won\'t cry over anything at allSee Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6251,DUNCAN_SHEIK___Longing_Town,sad,"""Longing Town  Oh so cold\nEvening grey consumed in dark\nNo more day to hold me\nSounds won't stay to play their part\nOnly what strangers told me\nWhy is the ghost who listens\nSo cold and so alone\nWind, tell her lightly\nAll that we might be\nWhile I sit, nightly\nWatching the shadows drifting down\nTwilight descends so blue, so brown\nAnd longing begins in this longing town\nWhen the haze falls through my heart\nWhen its arms enfold me\nO, my song won't go that far\nI can't sing how lonely\nHome is a note of distance, a word for gone\n\nWind, tell her lightly\nAll that we might be\nWhile I sit, nightly\n\nWatching the shadows drifting down\nTwilight descends so blue, so brown\nAnd longing begins in this longing town\nO, so cold\nNo one home\nAll of the notes, a word for gone",1
4001,Boy_Kill_Boy___No_Conversation,happy,"""No Conversation  Candy kisses, missing wishes\nIt's a revelation, too late\nHave a listen to this cold heart\nIt's a revolution, too late\nIt has to be this way\n\nPlease don't tell me now\nPlease don't say it's over now\nThere's no conversation\nThere's no conversation\nPlease don't turn cold now\nTell me there's a way somehow\nWithout conversation\nWithout conversation\nMissing hours, I don't think so\nIt's a recognition on time\nBe my weakness, you my saviour\nLook in my eyes this time\nDoes it have to be this way?\n\nPlease don't tell me now\nPlease don't say it's over now\nThere's no conversation\nThere's no conversation\nPlease don't turn cold now\nTell me there's a way somehow\nWithout conversation\nWithout conversation\n\nI don't fall for the same trick twice\nNo I won't fall for the same thing twice\nNo I won't fall for the same thing twice\n\nPlease don't tell me now\nPlease don't say it's over now\nThere's no conversation\nThere's no conversation\nPlease don't turn cold now\nTell me there's a way somehow\nWithout conversation\nWithout conversation",0
5440,Chromatics___In_the_City,sad,"'In the City  [Verse 1]\nShining violence\nShining victim\nIn the headlights\nShining pistol\nShimmer diamonds\nFrom a necklace\nFaceless driver\nDrive away\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the city\nIn the city\nIn the city\nIn the city\n[Verse 2]\nIn the city\nIn the street\nIn the doorway\nYou can see them\nMidnight walkers\nMidnight eyes\nMidnight footsteps\nMidnight prize\n\n[Chorus]\nIn the city\nIn the city\nIn the city\nIn the city\n\n[Verse 3]\nConcrete river\nI hear your voice\nConcrete river\nI see your face\nWhisper to me\nAsk me\n""Why?""\nShining violence\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violence\nIn the city Shining violenceEmbed', 'default'",1
1277,Andru_Donalds___Save_Me_Now,sad,"""Save Me Now  Here I am\nIn a place that I have never been\nOut of love\nAnd afraid that you won't let me in no\nYou can't tell me and I started to feel\nThat my senses have left me to die\nWhere is my strength when I need it the most\nTell me have you done with my mind\n\n*** chorus\nOh save me now\nFrom the depth of my infatuation\nI could drown in this sea of love and isolation\nI'll take you down\nIf you just save me now ***\nAll the time that I gave away\nI gave to you oh\nAnd all the love that I never made\nI'll make to you yeah\nNothing will be more electric to me\nThen to give you a taste of the love that I hide\nIn my condition i'm totally lost\nTell me what have you done\nWith my pride\n\nchorus\nAnd i'll stop loving you no way\nCan't stop fantasizing\nWith you in my mind\nLoves you girl loves you\n\nchorus\nWon't you save me now\nI could drown baby\nIn this sea of love and isolation\nI'll take you down\nIf you just save me now\nSave me now\nSave me now",1
5265,Children_Of_Bodom___Tie_My_Rope,anger,"""Tie My Rope  [Verse 1]\nDear diary, what have I done? Am I trippin' or am I alive?\nOnce I've decided I've got stories to tell\nNo way in hell was that just another motherfuckin' dream\nDoesn't matter 'cause I already know how it feels to wake up with\n\n[Refrain]\nYeah, got a body like a roadmap of pain\nOh yeah, mind like a landfill of shame\nTie my rope one more time\n[Verse 2]\nDear diary, had I known what I told you last night\nI would've never walked there out tonight to start another fight\nBanging my head on a concrete wall while knockin' on wood\nThinking that's gonna do any good when I wake up with\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYeah, got a body like a roadmap of pain\nThat's right, mind like a landfill of shame\nTie my rope\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me once, I decline, refuse to learn\nShoot me twice, yet I'm not going down\nI will climb the rope you set for me\nBeat me up while I'm still alive\n\n[Chorus]\nTell me once, I decline, refuse to learn\nShoot me twice, yet I'm not going down\nI will climb the rope you set for me\nBeat me up while I'm still alive\nTell me once, I decline, refuse to learn\nShoot me twice, yet I'm not going down\nI will climb the rope you set for me\nBeat me up while I'm still alive",3
161,AFI___Dont_Change,calm,"""Don’t Change  I'm standing here on the ground\nThe sky above won't fall down\nSee no evil in all directions\n\nResolution of happiness\nThings have been dark for too long\nDon't change for you\nDon't change a thing for me\n\nI found a love I had lost\nIt had been gone for too long\nHear no evil, hear no evil\nIn all directions\nExecution of bitterness\nMessage received loud and clear\nDon't change for you\nDon't change a thing for me\n\nDon't change\nDon't change, for meSee AFI LiveGet tickets as low as $125",2
5084,Celtic_Woman___Isle_of_Innisfree,calm,"""Isle of innisfree  I've met some folks\nWho say that I'm a dreamer\nAnd I've no doubt\nThere's truth in what they say\nBut sure a body's bound to be a dreamer\nWhen all the things he loves are far away\nAnd precious things\nAre dreams unto an exile\nThey take him over\nThe land across the sea\nEspecially when it happens he's an exile\nFrom that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree\nAnd when the moonlight\nPeeps across the rooftops\nOf this great city\nWondrous though it be\nI scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter\nI'm once again back home in Inisfree\nI wonder over green hills\nThrough dreamy valleys\nAnd find a peace, no other land would know\nI hear the birds make music fit for angels\nAnd watch the rivers laughing\nAs they flow\nAnd then into a humble shack I wander\nMy dear old home and tenderly behold\nThe folks I love\nAround the turf fire gathered\nOn bended knee\nTheir rosary is told\nBut dreams don't last\nThough dreams are not forgotten\nAnd soon I'm back to stern reality\nBut though they pave\nThe foot ways here with gold dust\nI still would choose my Isle of InisfreeSee Celtic Woman LiveGet tickets as low as $27",2
3590,Bloodhound_Gang___Legend_In_My_Spare_Time,happy,"""Legend in My Spare Time  Ashes to ashes and funks to funky\nDaddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky\nAnd Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe\nAin't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy\nCause I'm the Loch Ness the Loch Ness the Loch Ness Monster\nJerry's Kids are knockin' at my door could you be a sponsor?\nTiny Bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk\nIf you wanna look like Rocky Dennis better drink your milk\nWhen I'm feeling oriental I gotta rub my chin\nGonna hold my water in like I'm Gunga Din\nSo have a taste of my bass cause the girlies got smiles\nYou're gettin' on my case like The Rockford Files\nCrazy Eddie in the slammer cause he's givin' it all away\nJohn Boy in the barn with a horse in the hay\nNo rhyme no reason no job no class\nAnd we don't go near the ghetto cause they'd shoot our ass\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nIf you ain't ever been to the suburbs, don't you ever come to the suburbs\nCause you wouldn't understand the suburbs\n\nCause I'm a huskin' a huskin' a huskin' your corn\nI'm as deep as the plot to a gay porn\nSo uh-oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body\nI know that she's a hottie but damn that girl could party\nSo come to me mama it ain't no crime\nI'm the skilled love doctor growlin' What's your sign?\nI did the Flaming Waffle with Ho Chi Minh\nYour girl's a dollar bill we don't know where she's been\nJ.F.K.'s head is a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle\nBarbara Eden in the bottle and now I'm gonna guzzle\nYou're too what? shy shy huh what?\nHush hush yeah I knew why\nCause we're playin' the Palladium you can't get on Star Search\nDaddy Legs standin' tall he can do the funky lurch\nAnd Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular\nYou know I know you know you're not the tough guy that I thought you were\nYou might also likeGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nCause I wop bop a loo bop\nHa cha cha chatch\nCome lick my balls\nViva la my crotch\nCause your daddy thinks I'm lazy your mama thinks I'm crazy\nBut neither of them know that you are carryin' my baby\nAnd I'm the Amos I'm the Andy I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy\nI gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie\nIt takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis\nAnd your throat is swollen gloryholin' ya blew us\nGeorge Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low\nThat's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time\n\nGo go yeah yeah huh what?\nI'm a legend in my spare time",0
564,Air_Traffic___Your_Fractured_Life,calm,"""Your Fractured Life  [Verse 1]\nIn an empty room\nIt's a lonely world\nLaid out on the floor\nAnd you're running away\nFrom the fractured life\nYou've pinned to the walls\n\n[Verse 2]\n'Cause if you can't work out\nWhat's right and fair\nIt's time to escape\nAnd on the other side\nThere's an endless light\nTo brighten the way\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf you took my breath\nAnd my whole life too\nPlease don't let me down\n'Cause to come undone\nWithout warning\nIs to lose what we found\n\n[Chorus]\nYou've got the strength within\nDon't give up; there's so much more to see\nSo many things beyond your wildest dreams\nNothing can stop you if you just believe\n\n[Bridge]\nThe world is at your feet / Please don't let me down\nThe future's wide and clean / Please don't let me down\nThe future's warm and bright / Please don't let me down\nWe're gonna be alright / Please don't let me down\nThe world is at your feet / Please don't let me down\nThe future's wide and clean / Please don't let me down\nThe future's warm and bright / Please don't let me down\nWe're gonna be alright / Please don't let me down\nYou might also like[Outro]\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down\nPlease don't let me down",2
6547,Dave_Carter__Tracy_Grammer___SnakeHandlin_Man,sad,"""Snake-Handlin’ Man  Baby I was born to the blood in the service of the lord of hosts\nMarched through the valley of the shadow of death at the biddin' of the holy ghost\nBaby I would\nHey, baby, you know I can\n\nHoly fire down in my belly and brimstone in my eyes\nEverything that a woman might need and the need just might arise\nI'm a light-bringer and a soul-singer\nI'm a snake-handlin' man\n\nSix-foot cottonmouth hangin' from a tree on a sultry summer night\nSling that serpent around my neck and I take him for a ride\nBaby I would\nHey, baby, you know I can\n'cause I got a heart that shines in the dark like the road to the pearly gates\nYou come creepin' up the slow lane baby but you know I just can't wait\nI'm a fire-walker and a straight-talker\nI'm a snake-handlin' man\n\nMix that poison up good and strong and lift it to my lips\nI'll go preachin' in the pale moonlight with a viper in my grip\nBaby I Would\nHey, baby, you know I can\n\nNobody gonna turn me 'round or make me feel ashamed\nI got the power and I got the right, I'm written in the book of names\nWadin' that river jordan\nI'm a snake-handlin' man\n\nWell I got the armor and I got the shield and I got the sword of truth\nTakin' that angel harp in hand, gonna pick it with a rattler's tooth\nBaby I Would\nHey, baby, you know I can\n\nBuild this tower on the rock of ages and it reaches to the sky\nStraight and tall as jacob's ladder, I'm here to testify\nCan I get a witness\nI'm a snake-handlin' man\n\nSpeakin in lost tongues sayin' praised be jesus\nI'm a snake-handlin' man",1
970,Alter_Bridge___Shed_My_Skin,sad,"""Shed My Skin  [Verse 1]\nI am not alone\nI live with the memories, regret is my home\nThis is my true freedom\nExpress all the feelings of what I've become\nI watch the rising sun\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI hope I find some peace today\nIt seems I've gone away\nIt seems I've lost myself\nIt seems I've really lost my way\nIt seems I've lost myself\nIt seems I've\n[Chorus]\nShed my skin\nAre you ready for me?\nOr purge my love\nAre you ready for me?\n\n[Verse 2]\nA bitter sinking feeling\nAwake to the fact there's no going back\nTo this world in which I was living\nI'm searching for something but found less than nothing\nI watch the rising sun\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI hope I find some peace today\nIt seems I've gone away\nIt seems I've lost myself\nIt seems I've really lost my way\nIt seems I've lost myself\nIt seems I've\n\n[Chorus]\nShed my skin\nAre you ready for me?\nOr purge my love\nAre you ready for me?\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOh and what I was\nAll my life I've waited\nEndless days have taken\nTaken what made me free\nYears have gone\nI'm broken\nLeft the past unspoken\nThose years\nOh, they haunt me still\n\n[Chorus]\nShed my skin\nAre you ready for me?\nOr purge my love\nAre you ready for me?\nAnd shed my skin\n\n[Outro]\nAll my love I've waited\nEndless days have taken\nWhat made me free\n\nYears have gone, I'm broken\nLeft the past unspoken\nThose years, they haunt me still2",1
3882,Bone_ThugsNHarmony__The_Game__WillIAm___Streets,happy,"'Streets  [Layzie Bone]\nKnow why I sound so raw cause I\'m down by law\nTry to play me cause I\'m rappin I will break yo\' jaw\nCatch a nigga in these streets, make him take clothes off\nLeave you dead butt-naked, man you fuckin with a boss\nCross paths with me, I\'m in the hood, all in Watts, in the Bronx\nIn Decatur, all around the devil block, trouble knocks\nI\'m ready for \'em, niggas they know I\'m ready for them\nI\'m a artist, I\'m a deadly poet so I\'m heated heavy for it\nWhy you lookin for me nigga with yo\' lookin ass\nMeet me in the club, all my niggas get to whoopin ass\nThen a nigga sue me, sue me\nNigga \'posed to be thug, nigga \'posed to be streets\nPull yo\' skirt down nigga cause we smellin yo\' pussy\nThe whole bottom line is you can\'t fuck with me\nWill.i.am the ghetto {""You can find it all..""}\nWill.i.am the ghetto {"".. in the street""}\nCause I\'m a thug by nature, ""Thug By Nature""\nGotta keep thuggin I\'m thuggin, gotta keep thuggin I\'m thuggin\n[Hook: will.i.am]\nIf you lookin, fo\' me, I\'ll be, rollin\nYou could find me in the streets\nYou, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin, fo\' me, I\'ll be, rollinnnn\nYou could find me in the streets\nYou, you could find me in the streets\nIf you lookin!\n\n[The Game]\nIt\'s the black rag assassin, 44-mag blastin\nBlack ski mask throwin shots out a Dodge Magnum\nGangbang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil\nWith homicidal intentions, I reign terror\nOn any clique or squad, you niggas bitch you fraud\nI\'m a tickin time-bomb that\'ll finish the job\nLyrical damager, one-two punch crush you amateurs\nBox and watch me execute like Cockton\nMy flow pipin hot scorchin, proceed with caution\nMurder any MC or soul that\'s lost\nWhen I\'m ridin with them Bone Thugs\nBlack Glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up\nGet ready for the Face/Off, Nicolas Cage\nAin\'t got shit on a nigga with a fuckin grenade\nOne man army, only two things in the world could calm me\nWet pussy and that bomb ass chronic\nI\'ll never back down, never back down\nNever back down now that the Bone Thugs back {*blaow*}\nYou might also like[Hook]\n\n[Krayzie Bone]\nNow we the niggas in the black Dickies and steel-toe boots\nStompin\' that nigga that got a pistol and he still won\'t shoot\nCause he a ho, like half of these niggas is rappin I\'mma let you know\nThese niggas is actin and puttin on a fashion show\nWe done checked these niggas\nMet these niggas, man I don\'t respect these niggas\nI\'m a real motherfuckin T-H-U-G original\nHate to be a critic but yo\' shit I ain\'t feelin though\nYou niggas is elementary, I got history\nLyrically you can\'t see me, physically I\'ll bring you misery\nSeriously, you niggas ain\'t been hearin me - but listen\nTo these other niggas hits, you hear my twist, they do my shit\nBut it\'s all good cause we keep it all hood\nAnd when we see niggas we roll dawg like a hog should\nJust let me put the motherfuckin money on the wood\nBitch niggas would be Bone if they could\nBut I\'mma shut \'em down, I\'mma shut \'em down\nI\'mma shut \'em down, Bone niggas known not to fuck around\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Wish Bone]\nI got my hand on my balls\nGrippin Nina Ross, hood star, shit could be my boulevard\nYou know I\'m in the streets, I ain\'t hard to reach\nOn some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I\'m in the streets\nThis ain\'t my only occupation, hittin avenues\nChasin paper always always and I know how to get it\nIn pissy hallways hallways in a raw way\nYou could get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way\nI let it bang b-bang bang, I\'m the streets for real\nAnd I love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill\nSomebody, but it\'s all good\nWith these shows in my streets, nigga all good\nGotta keep stackin my paper like it\'s all I know\nThese niggas is playin, I gotta get it lock and load\nWinter through summer, summer back through the winter\nWe hustlin dawg, hustlin hustlin hustlin\nGive it all ya got, give it all ya got, hustlin\nNiggas that\'s talkin about we ain\'t out - WATCH yo\' mouth!\n[Hook]Embed', 'default'",0
8625,Evanescence___Snow_White_Queen,sad,"""Snow White Queen  [Verse 1]\nStoplight, lock the door\nDon't look back\nUndress in the dark\nAnd hide from you\nAll of you\nYou'll never know the way your words have haunted me\nI can't believe you'd ask these things of me\nYou don't know me\nNow and ever\n[Chorus]\nYou belong to me\nMy snow white queen\nThere's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over\nSoon I know you'll see\nYou're just like me\nDon't scream anymore my love, cause all I want is you\n\n[Verse 2]\nWake up in a dream\nFrozen fear\nAll your hands on me\nI can't scream\nI can't scream\nI can't escape the twisted way you think of me\nI feel you in my dreams and I don't sleep\nI don't sleep\n\n[Chorus]\nYou belong to me\nMy snow white queen\nThere's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over\nSoon I know you'll see\nYou're just like me\nDon't scream anymore my love, cause all I want is you\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nI can't save your life\nThough nothing I bleed for is more tormenting\nI'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides\n\n[Chorus]\nYou belong to me\nMy snow white queen\nThere's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over\nSoon I know you'll see\nYou're just like me\nDon't scream anymore my love, cause all I want is you\nAll I want is you\nAll I want is you\nAll I want is you3",1
4956,Cassandra_Wilson___Darkness_On_The_Delta,sad,"""Darkness on the Delta  When it's darkness on the delta\nThat's the time my heart is light\nWhen it's darkness on the delta\nLet me linger in the shelter of the night\n\nFields of cotton all around me\nDarkies singin' sweet and low\nLord, I'm lucky that you found me\nWhere the muddy Mississippi waters flow\n\nLounging on the levee\nListenin' to the nightingales way up above\nLaughter on the levee\nNo one's heart is heavy\nAll God's children got someone to love\nWhen it's darkness on the delta\nOnly heaven is in sight\nWhen it's darkness on the delta\nLet me linger in the shelter of the night\n\nLounging on the levee\nListenin' to the nightingales way up above\nThere's laughter on the levee\nNo one's heart is heavy\nAll God's children got someone to love\n\nWhen it's darkness on the delta\nOnly heaven is in sight\nWhen it's darkness on the delta\nLet me linger in the shelter of the night",1
5539,Clarence_Frogman_Henry___I_Dont_Know_Why_But_I_Do,happy,"""I Don’t Know Why But I Do  I don't know why I love you but I do\nI don't know why I cry so but I do\nI only know I'm lonely and that I want you only\nI don't know why I love you but I do\n\nI can't sleep nights because I feel so restless\nI don't know what to do, I feel so helpless\nAnd since you've been away, I cry both night and day\nI don't know why I love you but I do\n\nMy days have been so lonely\nMy nights have been so blue\nI don't know how I manage, but I do\nEach night I sit alone and tell myself\nThat I will fall in love with someone else\nI guess I'm wastin' time but I've got to clear my mind\nI don't know why I love you but I do",0
4657,Cake___Comanche,calm,"""Comanche  You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut\nYou need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt\nYeah come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh\nIf you want to have cities, you've got to build roads\n\nYou need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes\nJust get rid of the antlers and lighten your load\nYeah come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh\nYeah if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads\n\nYou need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut\nYou need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt\nYeah come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh\nOh if you want to have cities\nYeah if you want to have cities\nNo if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads",2
2744,Belle__Sebastian___We_Are_The_Sleepyheads,happy,"""We Are the Sleepyheads  Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones\nLooking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone\nSo far gone\n\nI took a turn to myself\nAnd I was surprised 'cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved\nI felt a whole lot better after that\n\nPeople look at us and they think were doing fine\nPeople look at us 'cause they see us all the time\nAll the time\nBut they never take to us\nWe've been in this town so long we may as well be dead\nSo long as people turn their heads\nAnd cross the street whenever we walk on by\n\nSomeone told the truth when it really mattered most\nThe beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost\nSadly lost\n\nSo I went around to your house\nOver tea and gin, we talked about the things we read\nIn Luke and John, the things he said\nAnd now it's morning, we are the sleepyheadsSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0
1066,Amici_Forever___Zadok_the_Priest,happy,"'Zadok The Priest  By George Friedrich Händel\n\nZadok the priest\nAnd Nathan the prophet\nAnointed Soloman, king\n\nAnd all the people\nRejoiced\n\nAnd all the people Alleluia\nRejoiced\nZadok the priest\nAnd Nathan the prophet\nAnointed Soloman, kingYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7605,Dusty_Springfield___I_Only_Want_To_Be_With_You,happy,"""I Only Want to Be with You  I don't know what it is that makes me love you so\nI only know I never want to let you go\n'Cause you've started something, oh, can't you see?\nThat ever since we met you've had a hold on me\nIt happens to be true\nI only want to be with you\n\nIt doesn't matter where you go or what you do\nI want to spend each moment of the day with you\nOh, look what has happened with just one kiss\nI never knew that I could be in love like this\nIt's crazy but it's true\nI only want to be with you\nYou stopped and smiled at me\nAnd asked if I'd care to dance\nI fell into your open arms\nAnd I didn't stand a chance\n\nNow listen honey\nI just want to be beside you everywhere\nAs long as we're together, honey, I don't care\n'Cause you've started something, oh, can't you see?\nThat ever since we met you've had a hold on me\nNo matter what you do\nI only want to be with you\n\nOh, you stopped and you smiled at me\nAnd asked if I'd care to dance\nI fell into your open arms\nI didn't stand a chance\n\nNow hear me tell you\nI just want to be beside you everywhere\nAs long as we're together, honey, I don't care\n'Cause you've started something, oh, can't you see?\nThat ever since we met you've had a hold on me\nNo matter what you do\nI only want to be with you\nI said, no matter, no matter what you do\nI only want to be with you",0
3633,Blue_October___Breakfast_After_10,happy,"""Breakfast After 10  [Verse 1:]\nWhite kitchen walls with a thousand windows\nTurn on Winston in the den\nAnd I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano\nWhen you make breakfast after 10\nAnd I smell the coffee on your fingers\nI still smell the perfume in the bed\nThe crushed linen roses are on everything\nAnd you're still inside my head\n\n[Chorus:]\nYou gotta make her know how it feels to miss you\nLet her know you're swapping sides\nYou're not the one with all the problems\nNo, no\nYou're the one with all the pride\nSo just pick your head up, boy, and walk away\nWalk the coolest walk that you know\n'Cause in a month or two, she'll, she'll call you\nYou gotta hang up the phone\n[Verse 2:]\nI hope she knows I've got this memory\nThat won't ever seem to break or bend\nA thick lock and sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchen\nI don't think I'll ever take 'em down again\nAnd I've learned a lot from all these breakups and makeups\nAnd fuck ups and fake ups\nThings that I wish you could comprehend, yeah, comprehend\nBut for now, I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boys\nAnd I'll go have breakfast with my good friends\n\n[Chorus:]\nYou got to make her know how it feels to miss you\nAnd let her know you're swapping sides\nYou're not the one with all the problems\nYou're not the one with all the problems\nYou're the one with all the pride\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Chorus:]\nYou got to make her know how it feels to miss you\nLet her know you're swapping spit\nYou're not the one with all the problems\nYou're not the one with all the problems\nShe's the one that's full of shit\nSo just pick your head up, boys, and walk away\nWalk the coolest walk that you know\nYeah, I know you know that\nIn a month or two, she'll, she'll call you\nYou got to hang up the phone...See Blue October LiveGet tickets as low as $40",0
1462,Annie_Lennox___Love_Song_For_A_Vampire,calm,"""Love Song for a Vampire  Come into these arms again\nAnd lay your body down\nThe rhythm of this trembling heart\nIs beating like a drum\n\nIt beats for you - It bleeds for you\nIt knows not how it sounds\nFor it is the drum of drums\nIt is the song of songs...\nOnce I had the rarest rose\nThat ever deigned to bloom\nCruel winter chilled the bud\nAnd stole my flower too soon\nOh loneliness - oh hopelessness\nTo search the ends of time\nFor there is in all the world\nNo greater love than mine\n\nLove, oh love, oh love...\nStill falls the rain... still falls the rain\nLove, oh love, oh, love...\nStill falls the night...\nLove, oh love, oh love...\nBe mine forever... be mine forever\nLove, oh love, oh love...\n\nLet me be the only one\nTo keep you from the cold\nNow the floor of heaven's lain\nWith stars of brightest gold\n\nThey shine for you - they shine for you\nThey burn for all to see\nCome into these arms again\nAnd set this spirit freeYou might also like1",2
4837,Carlos_Jean___Face_To_Face,happy,"'Face to face  Face to faceYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
5725,Cole_Porter___Youre_The_Top,happy,"'You’re The Top  At words poetic, I\'m so pathetic\nThat I always have found it best\nInstead of getting \'em off my chest\nTo let \'em rest unexpressed\nI hate parading my serenading\nAs I\'ll probably miss a bar\nBut if this ditty is not so pretty\nAt least it\'ll tell you how great you are\n\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re the Colosseum\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re the Louvre Museum\nYou\'re a melody from a symphony by Strauss\nYou\'re a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet\nYou\'re Mickey Mouse\nYou\'re the Nile\nYou\'re the Tow\'r of Pisa\nYou\'re the smile\nOn the Mona Lisa\nI\'m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop\nBut if, baby, I\'m the bottom\nYou\'re the top\n\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re Mahatma Ghandi\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re Napolean brandy\nYou\'re the purple light of a summer night in Spain\nYou\'re the National Gallery, You\'re Garbo\'s salary\nYou\'re cellophane\n\nYou\'re sublime\nYou\'re a turkey dinner\nYou\'re the time\nOf the Derby winner\nI\'m a toy balloon that\'s fated soon to pop\nBut if, baby, I\'m the bottom\nYou\'re the top\n\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re an Arrow collar\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re a Coolidge dollar\nYou\'re the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire\nYou\'re an O\'Neill drama, you\'re Whistler\'s mama\nYou\'re Camembert\nYou might also likeYou\'re a rose, You\'re Inferno\'s Dante\nYou\'re the nose on the great Durante\nI\'m just in the way as the French would say\n""De trop""\nBut if, baby, I\'m the bottom\nYou\'re the top\n\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re a Waldorf salad\nYou\'re the top\nYou\'re a Berlin ballad\nYou\'re a baby grand of a lady and a gent\nYou\'re an old dutch master, you\'re Mrs. Aster\nYou\'re Pepsodent\n\nYou\'re romance\nYou\'re the steppes of Russia\nYou\'re the pants\nOn a Roxy usher\nI\'m a lazy lout that\'s just about to stop\nBut if baby, I\'m the bottom\nYou\'re the topEmbed', 'default'",0
3356,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___Sympathetic_Noose,anger,"""Sympathetic Noose  I got a feeling I can't lose\nI got a sympathetic noose\nBut I don't know how to be grateful\nYeah, I don't know how you're thankful\n\nI got a feeling I can't lose\nI got a sympathetic noose\nCause I don't know how to lean on\nYeah, I don't know how to be freed from\n\nYou got to keep you head up\nYou got to let yourself get through\nWhen all you'll ever dream\nLifts you up too high\nAs all your expectations leave a hold inside\nAnd all you'll ever dream\nLifts you up too high\nAs all your expectations leave a hold inside\n\nI got a feeling in my boots\nI got to make some sense to you\nCause I don't know how to be careful\nYeah, I don't know how to be there for\n\nI got a feeling I can't prove\nI got a sympathetic noose\nCause I don't know how you're grateful\nYeah, I don't know how to be thankful\n\nYou got to keep you head up\nYou got to let yourself get through\n\nWhen all you'll ever dream\nLifts you up too high\nAs all your expectations leave a hold inside\nAnd all you'll ever dream\nLifts you up too high\nAs all your expectations leave a hold inside",3
4557,Burial___U_Hurt_Me,sad,"'U Hurt Me  You hurt me\nDrop\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nAhh\nDrop\nAhh\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nYou hurt me\nYou ahh\nDrop\nYou hurt me\nYou ahh\nYou hurt me\nDropYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
5023,Cat_Stevens___Morning_Has_Broken,happy,"""Morning Has Broken  Morning has broken like the first morning\nBlackbird has spoken like the first bird\nPraise for the singing, praise for the morning\nPraise for them springing fresh from the Word\n\nSweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from Heaven\nLike the first dew fall on the first grass\nPraise for the sweetness of the wet garden\nSprung in completeness where His feet pass\n\nMine is the sunlight, mine is the morning\nBorn of the One Light Eden saw play\nPraise with elation, praise every morning\nGod's recreation of the new day\nMorning has broken like the first morning\nBlackbird has spoken like the first bird\nPraise for the singing, praise for the morning\nPraise for them springing fresh from the WordYou might also like1",0
841,Alison_Krauss___Will_You_Be_Leaving,happy,"""Will You Be Leaving  You may walk away in anger\nWear your heart upon your sleeve\nYou make act like it don't matter\nKeep me laughing while you leave\n\nBut burning bridges won't get me back\nIf you change your mind some day\nWhy can't we turn this scene around\nBefore you walk away?\n\nWill you be leaving, leaving me today?\nLike the ocean leaves us waiting on\nThe sand crumbling in our hand\nI can't live this scene again\nYou may turn away in silence\nWhile the tears run down your face\nSay there's nothing left to bind us\nLeaving love without a trace\n\nBut if I loved you well you'd soon find out\nWhy your new love falls some day\nWhy can't we burn this heartache down\nBefore you walk away\n\nWill you be leaving me today\nLike the ocean leaves us waiting on\nThe sand crumbling in our hand\nI can't live this scene again\n\nWill you be leaving me today\nLike the ocean leaves us waiting on\nThe sand crumbling in our hand\nI can't live this scene again...",0
7358,Dolly_Parton___Dagger_Through_The_Heart,sad,"""Dagger Through the Heart  [Verse 1]\nOh, you're out there tonight with another\nAnd my pain is so dreadfully sharp\nI picture you with her and shudder\nIt's like a dagger through the heart\n\nDo you think that my feelings don't matter\nOr your cheating or hurtful remarks\nWhen you leave me all broken and shattered\nIt's like a dagger through the heart\n[Chorus]\nOh, I know I'm a fool to keep staying\nWhen you've made hurting me such an art\nTossed around like a used box of crayons\nIt's like a dagger through the heart\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, you cut me to pieces so often\nLike a knife or a poisonous dart\nI would be better off in my coffin\nIt's like a dagger through the heart\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nLike a dagger through the heart, through the heart",1
7480,Doves___Almost_Forgot_Myself,sad,"""Almost Forgot Myself  [Verse 1]\nSo close\nYou're wasted again\nI know\nSomehow\nI lost myself\nAgain\n\n[Chorus]\nMaking me high again\nI almost forgot myself again\nIt hits me so hard\nIt kills me again\nToday\n[Verse 2]\nSo close\nYet you're wasted again\nI know\nSomehow\n\nWe'll find ourselves\nI don't know, I don't know\n\n[Chorus]\nThen we'll be high again\nI almost forgot myself there\nIt hits you so hard\nAnd kills again\n\n[Verse 3]\nI almost forgot myself again\nI almost forgot myself there\nIt's hitting me hard\nIt moves me again\nAgain",1
5014,Cat_Power___I_Cant_Get_No_Satisfaction,sad,"""I Can’t Get No Satisfaction  [Verse 1]\nI'm driving in my car\nAnd a man come on the radio\nHe's tellin' me more and more\n'Bout some useless information\nTryin' to mess my 'magination\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen I'm watchin' my TV\nAnd a man come on to tell me\nHow white my shirts can be\nBut he can't be a man\n'Cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me\n[Verse 3]\nWhen I'm riding around the globe\nAnd I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that\nAnd I'm tryin' to make some boy\nBaby, baby, baby, come back\nCan't y'see?\nI'm on a losing streak\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen I'm riding around the globe\nAnd I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that\nAnd I'm tryin'\nAnd I'm tryin'",1
2263,Ayria___Horrible_Dream,sad,"""Horrible Dream  Suffering from bitterness\nNot feeling so right\nUncontrolled-mismanaged hate\nNo one is right\nDifferences unforeseen\nBound to lead\nAt failed attempts to do something constructively\n\nDiffuse it\nDestroy it\nAbuse it and enjoy it\nThis horrible dream\nA horrible nightmare\n\nA wonderful dream\nA wonderful nightmare\n\nThis toxic mind provoking all hostility\nFrail on the outer side, anxiety\nAfraid of what I'm capable of damaging\nManifestation of a mental disease\n\nDiffuse it\nDestroy it\nAbuse it and enjoy it\n\nThis horrible dream\nA horrible nightmare\n\nA wonderful dream\nA wonderful nightmare\n\nI cannot control this\n\nWhy can't I do something?\nWhy can't I do anything?\nWhy can't I do something\nTo stop the hostility?",1
7473,Doves___Far_From_Grace,sad,"""Far from Grace  If you should fall\nIf you should fall\nFar from grace\n\nIf you should call\nOn him\nWake up to the music again\nYou can feel sunlight\nIn your eyes\n\nLiving is so useless 'round here\nThe city's so dangerous\nOn your own\nHow beauty dies young\n\nBut if you should fall\nOh, if you should flow\nFrom grace\nHow beauty\nBeauty fades\n\nIf you should fold\nIf you should fail\nFar from grace\nFar from grace\n\nOh, oh beauty\nYou could know",1
6010,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Proud_Mary,happy,"""Proud Mary  [Verse 1]\nLeft a good job in the city\nWorkin' for the man every night and day\nAnd I never lost one minute of sleepin'\nWorryin' 'bout the way things might have been\n\n[Refrain]\nBig wheel keep on turnin'\nProud Mary keep on burnin'\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\n[Verse 2]\nCleaned a lot of plates in Memphis\nPumped a lot of 'pane down in New Orleans\nBut I never saw the good side of the city\n'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen\n\n[Refrain]\nBig wheel keep on turnin'\nProud Mary keep on burnin'\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\n\n[Instrumental break]\n1:14 - 1:50\n\n[Refrain]\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\n\n[Verse 3]\nIf you come down to the river\nBet you gonna find some people who live\nYou don't have to worry cause you have no money\nPeople on the river are happy to give\n\n[Refrain]\nBig wheel keep on turnin'\nProud Mary keep on burnin'\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river\nRollin', rollin', rollin' on the river11",0
1767,Archie_Bronson_Outfit___The_Wheel_Rolls_on,happy,"""The Wheel Rolls On  The wheel rolls on\nThe past is gone\nThere's hope for everyone\nThe wheel rolls on\nAnd the past is gone\n\nThere's no land or sea\nThat can retain me\nAnd the light's just right\nWe're all pretty tonight\nWe are pretty tonight\nThrough day and night\nThrough dark and light\nI'll follow my eyes\nAnd lose my mind\n\nThe wheel rolls on\nThe past is gone\n\nThe stars are bright\nThe sky's immense\nYou can bury yourself\nIf it gets too tense\nIf it gets too tense\n\nThrough day and night\nThrough dark and light\nI'll follow my eyes\nAnd lose my mind\nI can lose my mind\nI can lose my mind\nThe wheels rolls on\nAnd the past is gone",0
7080,Diana_Krall___East_Of_The_Sun_West_Of_The_Moon,calm,"""East Of The Sun West Of The Moon [Live]  East of the sun and west of the moon\nWe'll build a dream house of love dear\nClose to the sun in the day\nNear to the moon at night\nWe'll live in a lovely way dear\nSharing our love in the pale moonlight\n\nJust you and I, forever and a day\nLove will not die; we'll keep it that way\nUp among the stars we'll find a harmony of life to a lovely tune\nEast of the sun and west of the moon dear\nEast of the sun and west of the moonSee Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",2
4594,Butch_Walker___Take_Tomorrow_One_Day_At_A_Time,happy,"'Take Tomorrow One Day at a Time  You got lost, For a while\nYou\'ve been trying to find a smile\nYou got stood up, then you fell down\nAnd when you needed , there was no one around\nYou loved the previews and hate the movie\nYou scream at the screen, ""Something move me!""\nBefore you start to fade away\n\nGive me all your fear, Throw it all away\nAnd think about the good things, no matter what they say\nWe\'ll take tomorrow baby, yeah\nOne day at a time\nYou just stare into space\nYou found love but it got erased\nYou\'re on the road with all the stoplights\nAnd you\'re too afraid to turn the wrong from right\nYou ate your soul and it made ya fat\nStarve yourself from everything else that makes you completely full\nSo give me all your fear, throw em\' all away\nThink about the good things, no matter what they say\nWe\'ll take tomorrow baby, yeah\nOne day at a time\n\nSo you run, so you hide\nAnd you watched as they die\nThey all fell, you could fall too\nOr you could sew your wings and try to fly right through\n\nGive me all your fear, throw it all away\nThink about the good things, no matter what they say\nWe\'ll take tomorrow baby, yeah\nOne day at a time\nYeaaaaaaaah....\nOne day at a timeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2313,Babyface___And_Our_Feelings,happy,"""And Our Feelings  [Verse 1]\nWe fell in love\nAnd who could blame us?\nThe word was we were just beside ourselves\nAnd everybody said it wouldn't last\nNow they wonder why we didn't last\nWe fell in love\nIt seemed so righteous\nCouldn't compare our love to no one else\nAnd everybody thought we could not win\nIt's no wonder love came to an end\n[Chorus]\nAnd our feelings just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words that come from whispers\nFrom people we don't know\nAnd our feelings, yeah, just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words without emotion\nFrom people who don't know\nWho don't know\n\n[Verse 2]\nWe fell apart\nThe bond was broken\nShould've kept our thoughts between ourselves\nAnd though they say they cared, they didn't help\nMakes me wonder, should we blame ourselves?\nSo here we are brokenhearted\nWhat in the world have we done to ourselves?\nWhen everybody says to let it end, baby\nWell, it makes me wonder, we can't let them win\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd our feelings, just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words that come from whispers\nFrom people we don't know\nDon't you know that our feelings just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words without emotion\nFrom people who don't know\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nIf we'd only just try, we could make it by\nAnd maybe in time, we could make it right\nIf we only had done what we should've done\nWe'd both be here still making love\nI wanna know that, that we can go back\nBack to a time when the loving was all that\nWhen no one could come between our love\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd our feelings just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words that come from whispers from people we don't know\nAnd our feelings, just aren't feelings anymore\nThey're just words without emotion\nFrom people who don't know No, no, no, no, no, no\nAnd our feelings Feelings just aren't feelings anymore No more\nThey're just words that come from whispers from people we don't know\nWe don't know, baby\nAnd our feelings Oh, oh just aren't feelings anymore\nNo, baby\nThey're just words without emotion They're just words, baby\nFrom people who don't know",0
6017,Creedence_Clearwater_Revival___Travelin_Band,happy,"""Travelin’ Band  [Verse 1]\n737 coming out of the sky\nWon't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride?\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to move\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nYeah!\nWell, I'm flying across the land, trying to get a hand\nPlaying in a travelin' band\n[Verse 2]\nTake me to the hotel, baggage gone, oh well\nCome on, come on, won't you get me to my room?\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to move\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nYeah!\nWell, I'm flying across the land, trying to get a hand\nPlaying in a travelin' band\n\n[Verse 3]\nListen to the radio talking about the last show\nSomeone got excited, had to call the state militia\n\n[Chorus]\nI want to move\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nYeah!\nWell, I'm flying across the land, trying to get a hand\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nWow!\n\n[Verse 4]\nHere we come again on a Saturday night\nWith your fussing and your fighting, won't you get me to the right?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI want to move\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nYeah!\nWell I'm flying across the land trying to get a hand\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nWow!\n\n[Guitar solo]\n\n[Outro]\nOh! I'm playing in a travelin' band\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nWon't you get me, take me hand\nWell, I'm playing in a travelin' band\nWell, I'm flying 'cross the land\nTrying to get a hand\nPlaying in a travelin' band\nWow!\n\nHey1",0
4805,Cara_Dillon___I_Wish_I_Was,sad,"""I Wish I Was  I wish I was in heaven high\nFor night and day I just wait and cry\nAnd from my arms he flew one night\nTo where I cannot find\n\nI wish I had the wings to fly\nFor in this world he left no sign\nBut maybe someday he'll bring me back\nTo where I cannot find\n\nHad I the heart to tell him then\nHe might have stayed until the end\nBut maybe someday we'll meet again\nIn where I cannot find",1
625,Alan_Jackson___Someday,happy,"""Someday  [Verse 1]\nShe looked me in the eye and said it's over\nI can't take this heartache, anymore\nShe said don't tell me lies and try to please me\nI've heard it all so many times before\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I took her by the arm and said don't leave me\nThere's nothing in this world, I wouldn't do\nJust give me time, I'll be the man you've needed\nShe said I wish that I could take that, for the truth\n[Chorus]\nAnd I said someday, I'll get my life straight\nAnd she said it's too late, what's done is done\nAnd I told her someday, she said I can't wait\n'Cause sometimes someday, just never comes\n\n[Verse 3]\nShe said all I've ever wanted, was to love you\nAnd somewhere deep inside me I still do\nBut now I think it's time I stopped believin'\n'Cause I'm never gonna see a change in you\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I said someday, I'll get my life straight\nAnd she said it's too late, what's done is done\nAnd I told her someday, she said I can't wait\n'Cause sometimes someday, just never comes\n\n[Outro]\nOh, sometimes someday, just never comes",0
8229,Emilie_Simon___Desert,sad,"""Désert  Ô mon amour, mon âme soeur\nJe compte les jours, je compte les heures\nJe voudrais te dessiner dans un désert\nLe désert de mon coeur\n\nÔ mon amour, ton grain de voix\nFait mon bonheur à chaque pas\nLaisse-moi te dessiner dans un désert\nLe désert de mon coeur\n\nDans la nuit, parfois\nLe nez à la fenêtre\nJe t'attends...\n... et je sombre\nDans un désert\nDans mon désert\nVoilà\nÔ mon amour, mon coeur est lourd\nJe compte les heures, je compte les jours\nJe voudrais te dessiner dans un désert\nLe désert de mon coeur\n\nÔ mon amour, je passe mon tour\nJ'ai déserté les alentours\nJe te quitte, voilà, c'est tout\n\nDans la nuit, parfois\nLe nez à la fenêtre\nJ'attendais...\n... et je sombre\nJetées au vent\nMes tristes cendres\nVoilàYou might also like1",1
1135,Amy_Diamond___Whats_In_It_For_Me,happy,"""What’s In It For Me  [Verse 1]\nIt's so confusing\nYou sure been messing with my mind\nAye aye aye aye aye\nYou cut me loose\nAnd suddenly we're doing fine\nI'm not a perfect little girl\nBut I should get what I deserve\nAnd I refuse to be your mother\nSo, tell me\n[Chorus]\nWhat's in it for me?\nI really gotta know\nWhat's in it for me?\nThis ain't no one-man show\nTo in my life\nYou come and you go\nAin't happy about it\nSo I gotta know\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it for me?\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it?\nYeah\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it?\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlease understand me\nYour games ain't working anymore\nAin't working anymore\nYou can't have this candy\nAnd keep one foot outside the door, no\nAnd how you only come around\nWhen your life is upside down\nAnd I'm about to blow your cover\nSo, tell me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWhat's in it for me?\nI really gotta know\nWhat's in it for me?\nThis ain't no one-man show\nTo in my life\nYou come and you go\nAin't happy about it\nSo I gotta know\nWhat's in it, what's in it for me?\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it?\n\n[Bridge]\nI got no time for a hit and run\nI need more than a little fun\n'Cause I only play for keeps\nI gotta know\nWhat's it all about?\nGo ahead\nSpit it out\nSay what's in it for me?\nWhat's in it for me?\n[Breakdown]\nYeah\nOh, I really gotta know\nYeah, this ain't a one-man show\nTo in my life\nYou come and you go\nAin't happy about it\nSo I gotta know\n\n[Chorus]\nWhat's in it for me?\nI really gotta know\nWhat's in it for me?\nThis ain't no one-man show\nTo in my life\nYou come and you go\nAin't happy about it\nSo I gotta know\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it for me?\n\n[Outro]\nWhat's in it?\nWhat's in it for me?",0
5675,ColdWorld___My_Dead_Bride,sad,"'My Dead Bride  Your eyes, so cold...\nI touch this pale white skin\nLet sorrow catch my soul\nEmptiness so deep within...\nThe time will come\nWhen our souls\nAre together\nAs one\nIn eternityYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2029,Atari_Teenage_Riot___Sick_To_Death,anger,"""Sick to Death  [Hanin Elias]\n1, 2, 3, 4!\nI will fuck the system!\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\n\nI wanna destroy, yeah\nWhen you touch me, I wanna cut you\nAnd you suck for more\nI could die for you when you put lipstick on my brain\n\n[Alec Empire]\nDriving through the night\nGet caught up in and endless fight\nI wanna be the mover to real anarchy\n\n[ATR]\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\n\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\n\n[Hanin Elias]\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nI'm sick to death, I'm sick to death\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nYou might also like[Sample]\nPlease, let's go home now o-okay? Let's go\nDon't do this, please.\n\n[Carl Crack]\nNation against nation\nNobody speaks up, but we are laughing\nNationalism against nationalism\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\n\nAs we got bigger, the others get weaker\nFuck a million trendy hardcore members\nNever talk, always listen\nI won't be afraid of the new time\n\n[ATR]\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\n\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\nBurn, Berlin, burn!\n[Hanin Elias]\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nI'm sick to death, I'm sick to death\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\n\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nSick to death! Sick to death!\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before\n\nI'm sick to death\nI'm sick to death\nI'm sick to death\nI'm sick to death\nYou can't stop me\nYou can't stop me\nYou can't stop me\nYou can't stop me\nSick to death\nSick to death\nI'm sick to death like I've never been sick before",3
149,ABC___Tears_Are_Not_Enough,sad,"""Tears Are Not Enough  Tears for souvenirs\nTears are not enough\nTears for shields and spears\nTears are not enough\n\nSearching for certainty\nWhen it's such an unstable world\nSearching for something good\nAnd I'm looking for the real McCoy\nBlueprint: That says that boy meets girl\nPicture: Girl meets boy\nA blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl\nPicture in a magazine\nYes you've shown your feelings\nYes you've shown you're tough\nSaid things worth believing\nTears are not enough\n\nSlam that door, slap my face\nI don't love you anymore\nDry your eyes Sink or swim\nYou surmise you can't win\nWe all make great mistakes\n\nWould I lie\nShould I lie\nCould I lie to you?\nExcuses had their uses\nBut now they're all used up, all used up\n\nYes you've shown your feelings\nYes you've shown you're tough\nSaid things worth believing\nTears are not enough\n\nTears for souvenirs\nTears are not enough\nTears for shields and spears\nTears are not enough",1
5480,Circus_Maximus___Zero,sad,"""Zero  Life passed on today\nShe remembered all the times they had\nIt will never come back again\nI can't wait for tomorrow\nI can not bring back yesterday\nNow I see the light before me\nIt just brings me on my way\nEven in the shadows remain\nBaby, I know that you and I will meet again someday\n\nI know there's something you wanna say\nYou close the door at night\nYou make me go away\nI try to make you remember... belief is all you need\nAnd show you I'll be around forever\nI try to make you remember me\nI try to open your mind\n\nEven if the stars remain\nBaby, I know that you and I will meet again\n\nI try to make you remember... belief is all you need\nAnd show you I'll be around forever\nI try to make you remember me\nI try to open your mind",1
7461,Doves___Pounding,happy,"""Pounding  I can't stand by, see you destroyed\nI can't be here and watch you burning\nYou lie for a moment, you lie as a decoy\nDoes it matter if I give in easy\nSo why is it so hard to get by?\n\nAnd I said\nWe so down\nBut it's now or never, baby\nWe don't mind\nIf this don't last forever\nSee the light\nBut it won't last forever\nSeize the time\nCause it's now or never, baby\nLet's leave at sunrise\nLet's live by the ocean\nI don't mind if we never come home at all\nLet's steal the morning and\nSet in motion\nIn and out of love and institutions\nCause I know this can't last for long\n\nAnd I said\nWe so down\nBut it's now or never, baby\nWe don't mind\nIf this don't last forever\nSee the light\nBut it won't last forever\nSeize the time\nCause it's now or never, baby\n\nSo why, is it so hard to get by?\nAnd I said ah-ah\n\nWe so down\nAnd this can't last forever\nWe don't mind\nCause it's now or never, baby",0
5248,Chicane___Offshore_97,calm,"""Offshore ’97  I, feel in my mind\nI've got to let go\nI've got to unwind\nI, need a good time\nI need to find love\nI've got to get high\nYou've got the passion\nTo feel inside\nA little love, a little life\nNow you decide\nThere're ain't no reasons\nThat we can't share\nA little love, a little life\nCan take us there\nYou've got the instincts\nAnd now you know\nA little love, a little life\nWill let it show\nJust take ahold\nOf what you feel\nA little love, a little life\nWill make it real\nI, feel in my heart\nI want to let go\nAnd make a new start\nI, have got to break free\nI've got to unwind\nI've got to believe\nG.s.i",2
7056,Diamanda_Galas___8_Men_and_4_Women,sad,"'8 Men and 4 Women  8 MAN AND 4 WOMEN\nO.V. Wright\n\nI dreamed that love was a crime\nI was alone, so lonely and blue\nYou know why? Because eight men and four women, Lord\nThey found me guilty of loving you\n\nAs they were taking me away\nYou were taking, I saw you when you were taking the witness stand\nYou know what? I heard the lawyer when he asked you, my love\n""Do you really love that man?""\nIt was eight men and four women\nHow could they be so blind\nHow could they call me guilty?\nAnd called true love a crime\n\nGuilty Guilty Guilty\n\nBut a tear rolled down my cheek\nI felt so sorry for you\nYou know why?\nBecause in my heart I knew, oh yes, baby I knew\nThat they would find you guilty too\n\nJudge, your honor and to the jury\nI intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are innocent\nAnd true love is not a crimeYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2710,Bell_X1___Ill_See_Your_Heart_And_Ill_Raise_You_Mine,happy,"'I’ll See Your Heart and I’ll Raise You Mine  What\'s with the angel\nAnd what\'s with the devil\nThey keep swapping shoulders\nAnd I can\'t tell which from which\n""Will you be my Kris Kindle?\nWill you be my better nature?""\nSays one to the other\nBut I think they\'re only showing off\n\nI caught them playing poker\nAnd I think it was the devil who said\n""I\'ll see your heart and I\'ll raise you mine"" x4\nYea, they keep swapping shoulders\nI think there\'s something going on\n""Will you be my sweet pea?\nWill you be the card up my sleeve?""\nSays one to the other\nAnd this time they hold their gaze\nFor too long\n\nAnd now they\'re playing poker\nThis time it\'s the angel who says\n""I\'ll see your heart and I\'ll raise you mine"" x4\n\nThis is the story of the angel\nWho played poker with the devil\nIn the Garden of Eden\nBefore it all went pear-shaped\n\nThey said x3\n""I\'ll see your heart and I\'ll raise you mine"" x4\nThey said\n""I\'ll see your heart and I\'ll raise you mine"" x2\nThey said\n""I\'ll see your heart and I\'ll raise you mine"" x2You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6896,Depeche_Mode___I_Want_It_All,sad,"""I Want It All  [Verse 1]\nI see a river\nIt's oceans that I want\nYou have to give me everything\nEverything's not enough\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIt's my desire\nTo give myself to you, sometimes\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I try\nSometimes I lie, with you\nSometimes I cry\nSometimes I die, it's true\nSomewhere I find\nSomething that's kind\n[Verse 2]\nAnd I've crossed the line again\nA line I drew in sand\nStill, you give me everything\nAnd everything's not enough\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm ready, but not willing\nTo give myself to you, sometimes\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes I try\nSometimes I lie, with you\nSometimes I cry\nSometimes I die, it's true\nSomewhere I find\nSomething that's kind\n\n[Bridge]\nCome on over, lay down beside me\nAnd I'll try\nCome on over, lay down beside me\nAnd I'll try, and I'll try\n\n[Outro]\nI want it allYou might also like22",1
4498,Bryan_Ferry___Goddess_Of_Love,happy,"""Goddess of Love  Marilyn says I got nothing to wear tonight\nOnly a pair of diamond earrings that catch the light\nPlatinum blonde--is it true that you have more fun\nSiberia--now I'm sad and all alone\n\nGoddess of love\nI can't go on without you--oh I want you\nGoddess of love\nNobody cares like I do--what can I do?\n\nMarilyn says all the best things in life are free\nSpeaking of friends, will you spend a little time with me?\nWalking alone down the cold wet boulevard\nSiberia--is the beating of your heart\nGoddess of love\nYou make it hard to work out--when you want out\nGoddess of love\nYou twist and tear my heart out--when you walk out\nNever a day goes by\nWhen I don't cry\n\nMaybe I'll find a way--living from day to day\nLook what you done tonight--Niagara Falls tonight\n\nGoddess of love\nI can't go on without you--oh I want you\nGoddess of love\nNobody cares like I do--what can I do?\nNever a day goes by\nWhen I don't cry",0
4961,Casting_Crowns___Praise_You_In_This_Storm,calm,"'Praise You In This Storm  [Verse 1]\nI was sure by now\nThat You would have reached down\nAnd wiped our tears away\nStepped in and saved the day\nBut once again, I say amen\nAnd it\'s still raining\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAs the thunder rolls\nI barely hear Your whisper through the rain\n""I\'m with you""\nAnd as Your mercy falls\nI\'ll raise my hands\nAnd praise the God who gives\nAnd takes away\n[Chorus]\nAnd I\'ll praise You in this storm\nAnd I will lift my hands\nFor You are who You are\nNo matter where I am\nAnd every tear I\'ve cried\nYou hold in Your hand\nYou never left my side\nAnd though my heart is torn\nI will praise You in this storm\n\n[Verse 2]\nI remember when I stumbled in the wind\nYou heard my cry to You\nAnd raised me up again\nBut my strength is almost gone\nHow can I carry on if I can\'t find You?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAs the thunder rolls\nI barely hear You whisper through the rain\n""I\'m with you""\nAnd as Your mercy falls\nI\'ll raise my hands\nAnd praise the God who gives\nAnd takes away\nSee Casting Crowns LiveGet tickets as low as $35You might also like[Chorus]\nAnd I\'ll praise You in this storm\nAnd I will lift my hands\nFor You are who You are\nNo matter where I am\nAnd every tear I\'ve cried\nYou hold in Your hand\nYou never left my side\nAnd though my heart is torn\nI will praise You in this storm\n\n[Bridge]\nI lift my eyes unto the hills\nWhere does my help come from?\nMy help comes from the Lord\nThe Maker of Heaven and Earth\nI lift my eyes unto the hills\nWhere does my help come from?\nMy help comes from the Lord\nThe Maker of Heaven and Earth\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd I\'ll praise You in this storm\nAnd I will lift my hands\nFor You are who You are\nNo matter where I am\nAnd every tear I\'ve cried\nYou hold in Your hand\nYou never left my side\nAnd though my heart is torn\nI will praise You in this storm\nAnd though my heart is torn\nI will praise You in this storm3Embed', 'default'",2
540,Air___You_Can_Tell_It_To_Everybody,happy,"'You Can Tell It To Everybody  [Refrain]\nYou can tell it to everybody\nThere is something between us\n\nYou can tell it to everybody\nThere is something going on between us\n\nYou can tell it to everybody\nThere is something between us\n\nYou can tell it to everybody\nThere is something going on between usYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
2249,Ayria___Cutting,sad,"""Cutting  Tell me how to feel\nShow me what is real\nI tried to back away but everwhere's the same\nAnd in this over-conscious world all I want to do is dream\n\nI don't know what you held on to\nTo get this far but I need some too\n\nBecause I'm slipping from existence\nAnd there's just no resistence\nTo stop this all from happening\nToday the pain\nIt got so bad I had to scream\n\nI'm cutting myself\nBecause I cannot face\nThe world around me\nIs nothing\nI'm cutting up myself\nBecause there's no way out\nDispersing what I feel\nSo I feel nothing\n\nI don't know what to do\nTo be as numb as you\nI must be doing something wrong to always feel this down\nWith an overwhelming urge to shout at those around\n\nI tried to reach out to the past\nBut the lesson learned is to not look back\nThe memories will just confuse\nAn overwhelmed and frightened youth\n\nI've learned to accept it\nI know that that's pathetic\nI can't explain to others\nI know that they'll reject it\nYou might also likeToday the pain\nIt got so bad I had to scream\n\nI'm cutting myself\nBecause I cannot face\nThe world around me\nIs nothing\nI'm cutting up myself\nBecause there's no way out\nDispersing what I feel\nSo I feel nothing\n\nToday the pain\nIt got so bad I had to scream\nToday the pain\nIt felt so bad I had to scream\nI had to scream\nI had to scream\nI had to scream",1
1920,Ashbury_Heights___Cry_Havoc,happy,"""Cry Havoc  You can't go on like this\nCelebrating the black\nWith a measure of white\n\nAlways high as a kite\nHow I wish that you'd fight\nFor a measure of light\n\nMake like a scissor\nAnd cut 'til you're dull girl\nAwaken your demons\nDo like a heartbeat\nAnd capture the moment\nSavour your grievance\n\nI was lying to you\nAnd you were lying to me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd you're the one for me\n\nI was dying for you\nAnd you were dying for me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd set the Monsters free\n\nYou can't survive like this\nCommemorating the tears\nAnd the sorrows of old\nIt's the way you've been told\nThat your future's been sold\n'Cause your heart was too cold\n\nMake like a scissor\nAnd cut 'til you're dull girl\nAwaken your demons\n\nDo like a heartbeat\nAnd capture the moment\nSavour your grievance\nYou might also likeI was lying to you\nAnd you were lying to me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd you're the one for me\n\nI was dying for you\nAnd you were dying for me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd set the Monsters free\n\nI was lying to you\nAnd you were lying to me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd you're the one for me\n\nI was dying for you\nAnd you were dying for me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd set the Monsters free\n\nI was lying to you\nAnd you were lying to me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd you're the one for me\n\nI was dying for you\nAnd you were dying for me\nSo cry havoc baby\nAnd set the Monsters free",0
1278,Andru_Donalds___Somebodys_Baby,happy,"""Somebody’s Baby  Watch me...\nWell just a look at that girl with that light\nComin' up in her eyes\nI say she must be somebody's baby\nI say she must be somebody's baby\nWell all the guys on the corner stand back\nAnd let her walk on by\nI say she must be somebody's baby\nI say she's got to be somebody's baby\nI say she must be somebody's baby\n'Cus she's all right\nShe's probably somebody's only light\nGonna shine tonight\nYeah\nShe's probably somebody's baby all right\n\nI heard her talking to a friend\nWhen she thought nobody else was around\nI say she must be somebody's baby\nI say she's got to be somebody's baby\nWell all the cars and the signs\nAnd the streetlights light up the town\nYeah\nI say she must be somebody's baby\nI say she's got to be somebody's baby\nI say she must be somebody's baby\n'Cus she's all right\n\nShe's probably somebody's only light\nGonna shine tonight\nYeah\nShe's probably somebody's baby all right\n\nI gotta shut my eyes but I can't get her out of my sight\nYeah\nI know I'm gonna know her but I gotta get over my fright\nWell I'm just gonna walk up to her\nI'm gonna talk to her tonight\nTonight...\nYou might also likeI say she must be somebody's baby\nI say she's got to be somebody's baby\nI say she must be somebody's baby\n'Cus she's all right\n\nShe's probably somebody's only light\nGonna shine tonight\nYeah\nShe's probably somebody's baby all right",0
1833,Aretha_Franklin___Freeway_Of_Love,happy,"""Freeway of Love  [Verse 1]\nKnew you'd be a vision in white\nHow'd you get your pants so tight?\nDon't know what you're doing\nBut you must be living right, yeah\nWe got some places to see\nI brought all the maps with me\nSo jump in, it ain't no sin\nTake a ride in my machine\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCity traffic's moving way too slow\nDrop the pedal and go, go, go\n[Chorus]\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\n\n[Verse 2]\nNever you mind the exit signs\nWe got lots of time\nWe can't quit till we get\nTo the other side\nWith the radio playing our song\nWe keep rolling on\nWho knows how far a car can get\nBefore you think about slowing, slowing down, yeah\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCity traffic's moving way too slow\nDrop the pedal and go, go, go\n\n[Chorus]\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nHere we go, one more time\nWith the wind and your fingers in my hair\nKind of think we are going for an extended throw down\nSo drop the top, baby, and let's cruise on into\nIt's Better Than Ever Street\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCity traffic's moving way too slow\nDrop the pedal and go, go, go\n\n[Chorus]\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\nWe going riding on the freeway of love\nWind's against our back\nWe riding on the freeway of love\nIn my pink Cadillac\n\n[Outro]\nAnd what I want you to do, baby\nfreeway of love get over in the left lane\nAnd let's merge with peace, oh, yeah\nfreeway of love take the love exit\nAnd then make a right turn\nfreeway of love go on over to Love and Satisfaction and Joy Road\nWell, ain't we riding baby\nAin't we cruising down?\nFree, free, free, freeway go on out to, ow\nLet's Be Good to Each Other Street\nFreeway! Well\nfreeway of love see that little landmark over there\nA whole lot of kisses and sweet stuff\nfreeway of love we'll be just about ow, ow, ow\nAnd Satisfaction Road, yeah free free free\nSatisfaction, yeah freeway of love\nfree free free\nfreeway of love1",0
6843,Decoded_Feedback___Affliction,sad,"""Affliction  Feel the moment\nThe sky has open\nHorizon is endless\nLive again\n\nThe edge of light\nDraws me near\nInside your wisdom\nInside your fear\nLet it go\nRelease the pain\nLive again\nCome close to me\nDon't be afraid\nI will take the pain away\nForever will I stay\nAlone you are not\nAlone you will never be\nI am here to protect you\nTo help set you free",1
2462,Barry_Manilow___Could_It_Be_Magic,calm,"""Could It Be Magic  Spirit move me, every time I'm near you\nWhirling like a cyclone in my mind\nSweet Melissa, angel of my lifetime\nAnswer to all answers I can find\n\nBaby, I love you, come, come, come into my arms\nLet me know the wonder of all of you\nAnd baby, I want you now, now, now, and hold on fast\nCould this be the magic at last?\n\nLady, take me high upon a hillside\nHigh up where the stallion meets the sun\nI could love you, build my world around you\nNever leave you till my life is done\nBaby, I love you, come, come, come into my arms\nLet me know the wonder of all of you\nAnd baby, I want you now, now, oh, now, oh now and hold on fast\nCould this be the magic at last?\n\nCould it be magic?\nCome, c'mon, c'mon, come oh-oh come into my arms\nOh, let me know the wonder of all of you, all of you\nBaby, I want you now, now, oh now, oh now and hold on fast\nOh, could this be the magic at last?\nCould it be magic?\n\nCome, c'mon, c'mon, come oh-oh come into my arms\nOh, let me know the wonder of all of you\nBaby, I want you now, now, oh now, oh now and hold on fast\nCould this be the magic at last?\nCould it be magic?\n\nCome, come on, come on, come oh-oh come into my arms\nOh, let me know the wonder of all of you, all of you\nBaby, I want you now, now, oh now, now, oh now and hold on fast\nOh, could this be the magic at last?\nCould it be magic?See Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30",2
5907,Cowboy_Junkies___Hold_On_To_Me,sad,"""Hold on to Me  If you offered me a shade of blue\nWould I return it saying that it was too\nDark or light?\nOr would I see it for the precious thing\nThat it might one day be?\nHold on to me\n\nIf you offered me a point of view\nWould I dismiss it saying that it was too\nBlack and white?\nOr would I see it as the special thing\nThat it would no doubt be?\nHold on to me\nI'll hold on to this gift we share\nIt is as slippery as it is rare\nI'll hold on to that feeling\nOf waking and finding you there\nI'll hold on to you and you hold on to me\n\nIf I asked you for a simple thing\n\nWould you do it without too much thinking or fuss?\nWould you see it for the precious thing\nThat it would surely be?\nHold on to me\n\nHold on to me\nHold on to meSee Cowboy Junkies LiveGet tickets as low as $84",1
4573,Burt_Bacharach___Ill_Never_Fall_In_Love_Again,happy,"""I’ll Never Fall in Love Again  What do you get when you fall in love?\nA guy with a pin to burst your bubble\nThat's what you get for all your trouble\nI'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again\n\nWhat do you get when you kiss a guy?\nYou get enough germs to catch pneumonia\nAfter you do, he'll never phone ya\nI'll never fall in love again\nDon't you know that I'll never fall in love again\nDont' tell me what's it all about\n'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out\nOut of those chains, those chains that bind you\nThat is why I'm here to remind you\n\nWhat do you get when you fall in love?\nYou only get a life of pain and sorrow\nSo for at least until tomorrow\nI'll never fall in love again\nNo, no, I'll never fall in love again\n\nI'm out of those chains, those chains that bind you\nThat is why I'm here to remind you\n\nWhat do you get when you fall in love?\nYou only get lies and pain and sorrow\nSo for at least until tomorrow\nI'll never fall in love again\nDon't you know that I'll never fall in love again\nI'll never fall in love again",0
5973,Crash_Test_Dummies___Comin_Back_Soon_The_Bereft_Mans_Song,happy,"""Comin’ Back Soon The Bereft Man’s Song  I've all my wisdom teeth\nTwo up top, two beneath\nAnd yet I'll recognise\nMy mouth says things that aren't so wise\nBut when I sing my darling's praise\nI know I'm right, or close anyways\nFor she's a gem upon this earth\nI know to me she will return\n\nCHORUS\nOh I know it's true, I know it's true\nThat I was made for her, and she me too\nAnd I'm confident that she'll think so too\nAnd she'll be coming back...soon\nMornings we have toast and tea\nI gaze across the table, she glares right back at me\nAnd when we're getting low on jam\nI give her the last spoonful, that's just the way I am\nAnd I drive her to work each day\nEven though it's early and work is far away\nAnd I don't even say a thing\nWhen she plays the radio so loud you cannot think\n\nchorus\nI can't stand her goddamned friends\nBut I will tolerate them, even though I hate them\nAnd I will put up with her parents\n'cause she says I'll not meet someone who is so kind and sweet\nEver again...\n\nchorus\nI've all my wisdom teeth\nTwo up top, two beneath\nAnd yet I'll recognise\nMy mouth says things that aren't so wise\nBut when I sing my darling's praise\nI know I'm right, or close anyways\nFor she's a gem upon this earth\nI know to me she will return\nYou might also likechorus\nYeah she'll be coming back...soon",0
8067,Elliott_Smith___Bottle_Up_And_Explode,calm,"""Bottle Up and Explode!  [Verse 1]\nBottle up and explode over and over\nKeep the troublemaker below\nPut it away and check out for the day\nIn for a round of overexposure\nThe thing mother nature provides\nTo get up and go\nBottle up and explode, seeing stars surrounding you\nRed white and blue\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou look at him like you've never known him\nBut I know for a fact that you have\nThe last time you cried\nWho'd you think was inside?\nThinking that you were about to come over\nBut I'm tired now of waiting for you\nYou never show\nBottle up and go, if you're gonna hide, it's up to you\nI'm coming through\n[Outro]\nBottle up and go\nI can make it outside\nI'll get through\nBecoming you\nBecoming you\nBecoming youYou might also like1",2
1437,Anne_Briggs___Blackwater_Side,calm,"'Blackwater Side  One evening fair I took the air\nDown by Blackwater side\n\'Twas gazing all around me\nWhen the Irish lad I spied\n\nAll through the first part of that night\nWe did lie in sport and play\nThen this young man arose and gathered his clothes\nAnd said, ""Fare ye well, I am away""\n\nThat\'s not the promise you gave to me\nWhen first you lay on my breast\nYou made me believe with your lying tongue\nThat the sun rose in the west\nGo home, go home to your father\'s garden\nGo home and weep your fill\nAnd think upon your own misfortune\nThat you brought with your wanton will\n\nThere\'s not one girl in this whole town\nAs easily led as I\nWhen the sky does fall and the seas run dry\nWhy it\'s then you\'ll marry IYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
693,Alexisonfire___Boiled_Frogs,anger,"""Boiled Frogs  [Verse 1: George Pettit]\nA man sits at his desk one year from retirement\nAnd he's up for review, not quite sure what to do\nEach passing year the workload grows\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Dallas Green & George Pettit]\nI'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late\nFor things to go my way, it always ends up the same\nCount your blessings\nI must be missing, I must be missing the point\nYour signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise\nCount your blessings on one hand\n[Chorus: Dallas Green]\nSo wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight\nThere's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life\n\n[Verse 2: George Pettit]\nPoor little tin man still swinging his axe\nEven though his joints are clogged with rust\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Wade MacNeil & George Pettit]\nMy youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away\nSafe in monotony so safe! day after day\nCount your blessings\nMy youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away\nCold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late\nCount your blessings on one hand\n\n[Chorus: Dallas Green]\nSo wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight\nThere's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life\n\n[Bridge: George Pettit]\nCan't help but feel betrayed\nPunch the clock every single day\nThere's no loyalty, and no remorse\nYouth stole for a pension cheque\nAnd it makes him fucking sick\nHe's heating up, he can't say no\nSee Alexisonfire LiveGet tickets as low as $114You might also like[Chorus: Dallas Green]\nSo wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight\nThere's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life\nSo wait up...\nSo wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight\nBetween the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die\n\n[Outro: Dallas Green]\nWait up for me\nWait up for me\nWait up for me1",3
3840,Bombay_Bicycle_Club___Always_Like_This,happy,"""Always Like This  [Verse 1]\nOh, she can wait\nFor what I can give\nShe knows what I am but\nShe won’t believe me\nIs it all okay?\nWill I come off the lightest?\nI can’t believe it\nIt’s always like this\nLike this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this\nKept it at bay\nYes, you kept your words\nThere on your mouth\nBut it’s not what I heard\nIf I follow the light\nThat I deem the brightest\nI won’t believe that\nIt’s always like this\n\n[Chorus]\nNo, no, no...\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI'm not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nBut I'm not gone\n\n[Verse 2]\nOh, you can wait\nFor what I can give\nYou know what I am\nSo you know how I live\nTry to look proud\nBut you’re not in the slightest\nIt's happening now\nAnd it’s always been like this\nLike this, like this, like this...\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nI’m not whole\nI’m not whole\nYou waste it all\nBut I'm not gone14",0
9076,Finger_Eleven___Good_Times,happy,"""Good Times  [Verse 1]\nSomething has stuck in, underneath my skin\nEyes all looking in for something within\nSomewhere in here\nNow everything I say gives this all away\nSenses deadened again, nothing lives today\nNot in here, here in your head\n\n[Chorus]\nCareful what you're feeling on the inside\nYou should try to remember\nThe good times and the high life\nAre you feeling alright?\n[Verse 2]\nFelt that I belonged and now I feel that gone\nWhere it all went wrong, I traced it all along\nBack here again\nThere was something calling me to negativity\nDark covering me, shrouding every scene\nI'm cast in\n\n[Chorus]\nCareful what you're feeling on the inside\nYou should try to remember\nThe good times and the high life\nAre you feeling alright?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCareful when you're feeling out of your mind\nYou should try to remember\nThe strong lines in the spotlight\nTill you're feeling alright\n\n[Bridge]\nPlease answer, I'm calling just to find out\nIf you could be here for me when I crack\nThe answer came, I found it buried in the trash there\nI saw it stare, I saw it stare, I saw it stare, I saw it stare\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nCareful what you're feeling on the inside\nYou should try to remember\nThe good times and the high life\nAre you feeling alright?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nCareful when you're feeling out of your mind\nYou should try to remember\nThe strong lines in the spotlight\nTill you're feeling alright\n\n[Chorus]\nCareful what you're feeling on the inside\nYou should try to remember\nThe good times and the high life\nAre you feeling alright?1",0
6434,Dar_Williams___After_All,sad,"""After All  [Verse 1]\nGo ahead, push your luck\nFind out how much love the world can hold\nOnce upon a time I had control\nAnd reined my soul in tight\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell the whole truth\nIs like the story of a wave unfurled\nBut I held the evil of the world\nSo I stopped the tide\nFroze it up from inside\n[Verse 3]\nAnd it felt like a winter machine\nThat you go through and then\nYou catch your breath and winter starts again\nAnd everyone else is spring bound\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd when I chose to live\nThere was no joy, it's just a line I crossed\nI wasn't worth the pain my death would cost\nSo I was not lost or found\n\n[Verse 5]\nAnd if I was to sleep\nI knew my family had more truth to tell\nSo I traveled down a whispering well\nTo know myself through them\n\n[Verse 6]\nGrowing up, my mom had a room full of books\nAnd hid away in there\nHer father raging down a spiral stair\n'Til he found someone\nMost days his son\n\n[Verse 7]\nAnd sometimes I think\nMy father, too, was a refugee\nI know they tried to keep their pain from me\nThey could not see what it was for\nYou might also like[Verse 8]\nBut now I'm sleeping fine\nSometimes the truth is like a second chance\nI am the daughter of a great romance\nAnd they are the children of the war\n\n[Verse 9]\nWell the sun rose with so many colors\nIt nearly broke my heart\nAnd worked me over like a work of art\nAnd I was a part of all that\n\n[Verse 10]\nSo go ahead, push your luck\nSay what it is you've gotta say to me\nWe will push on into that mystery\nAnd it'll push right back\nAnd there are worse things than that\n\n[Verse 11]\n'Cause for every price\nAnd every penance that I could think of\nIt's better to have fallen in love\nThan never to have fallen at all\n\n[Verse 12]\n'Cause when you live in a world\nWell it gets in to who you thought you'd be\nAnd now I laugh at how the world changed me\nI think life chose me after all1",1
3791,Bob_Marley__The_Wailers___Could_You_Be_Loved,happy,"""Could You Be Loved  [Chorus: Bob Marley]\nCould you be loved and be love?\nCould you be loved and be love?\n\n[Verse 1]\nDon't let them fool ya\nOr even try to school ya! Oh, no!\nWe've got a mind of our own\nSo go to hell, if what you're thinking isn't right!\nLove would never leave us alone\nA-in the darkness, there must come out to light\n[Chorus: Bob Marley]\nCould you be loved and be love?\nCould you be loved, wo yeah! - and be loved?\nCould you be loved and be loved?\nCould you be loved, wo yeah! - and be loved?\n\n[Bridge: I Threes]\nThe road of life is rocky and you may stumble too\nSo while you point your fingers someone else is judging you\n\n[Refrain: Bob Marley and I Threes]\nLove your brotherman!\nCould you be, could you be, could you be loved?\nCould you be, could you be loved?\nCould you be, could you be, could you be loved?\nCould you be, could you be loved?\n\n[Verse 2: Bob Marley and I Threes]\nDon't let them change ya, oh!\nScat singing\nOr even rearrange ya!\nScat singing\nOh, no!\nWe've got a life to live\nOoh, ooh, ooohh\nThey say, Only... Only\nOnly the fittest of the fittest shall survive -\nStay alive! Ehh!\nYou might also like[Chorus: Bob Marley]\nCould you be loved and be loved?\nCould you be loved, woah yeah! - and be loved?\n\n[Bridge: I Threes]\nNever miss your water until your well runs dry\nNo matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied\n\n[Outro: Bob Marley and I Threes]\nSay something! Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?\nCould you be - could you be loved?\nSay something! Say something!\nCould you be - could you be - could you be loved?\nSay something!\nSay something! Say something! Say something!\nSay something! Say something! Could you be loved?\nSay something! Say something! Reggae, reggae!\nSay something! Rockers, rockers!\nSay something! Reggae, reggae!\nSay something! Rockers, rockers!\nSay something! Could you be loved?\nSay something! Uh!\nSay something! Come on!\nSay something! Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?\nSay something! Could you be - could you be loved?\nSay something! Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?\nSay something!\nSay something26",0
249,Abba___Does_Your_Mother_Know,happy,"""Does Your Mother Know  [Verse 1]\nYou're so hot, teasing me\nSo you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a chick like you\nThat's something I couldn't do\nThere's that look in your eyes\nI can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild\nAh, but girl, you're only a child\n\n[Chorus]\nWell I can dance with you, honey\nIf you think it's funny\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nAnd I can chat with you, baby\nFlirt a little, maybe\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\n[Post-Chorus]\nTake it easy, take it easy\nBetter slow down, girl\nThat's no way to go\nDoes your mother know?\nTake it easy, take it easy\nTry to cool it, girl\nTake it nice and slow\nDoes your mother know?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can see what you want\nBut you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun\nSo maybe I'm not the one\nNow you're so cute, I like your style\nAnd I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile\nSmile, but girl, you're only a child\n\n[Chorus]\nWell I can dance with you, honey\nIf you think it's funny\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nAnd I can chat with you, baby\nFlirt a little, maybe\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nTake it easy, take it easy\nBetter slow down, girl\nThat's no way to go\nDoes your mother know?\nTake it easy, take it easy\nTry to cool it, girl\nTake it nice and slow\nDoes your mother know?\n\n[Chorus]\nWell I can dance with you, honey\nIf you think it's funny\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nAnd I can chat with you, baby\nFlirt a little, maybe\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nWell I can dance with you, honey\nIf you think it's funny\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nAnd I can chat with you, baby\nFlirt a little, maybe\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nWell I can dance with you, honey\nIf you think it's funny\nDoes your mother know that you're out?\nAnd I can chat with you, baby\nFlirt a little, maybe...5",0
6835,DecembeRadio___Dangerous,happy,"""Dangerous  I see a world in need out on the wire\nI'll take a leap of faith into the fire\nI'm going over the edge now\nYeah, I'm ready to reach out\n\nI wanna be dangerous\nUnashamed to proclaim Your name\nI wanna be dangerous\nI can't hide or deny what's inside\nI wanna be dangerous\nSo many times I fail to even try\nI compromise my faith by standing by\nI'm going over the edge now\nYeah, I'm ready to reach out\n\nI wanna be dangerous\nUnashamed to proclaim Your name\nI wanna be dangerous\nI can't hide or deny what's inside\nI wanna be dangerous\n\nMy mind is made up and I'm ready\nI'm goin' over the edge\nI'm steppin' out on the wire\nCome on\n\nI wanna be dangerous\nUnashamed to proclaim Your name\nI wanna be dangerous\nI can't hide or deny what's inside\n\nI wanna be dangerous\nUnashamed to proclaim Your name\nI wanna be dangerous\nI can't hide or deny what's inside\nI wanna be dangerous, I wanna be dangerous\nI wanna be dangerous, I wanna be dangerous, yeah",0
7989,Elkie_Brooks___Fool_If_You_Think_Its_Over,happy,"""Fool If You Think It’s Over  A dying flame, you're free again\nWho could love and do that to you\nAll dressed in black, he won't be coming back\nSave your tears, got years and years\nThe pains of seventeens\nUnreal they're only dreams\nSave your crying for the day\n\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cos you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nYou're a fool if you think it's over\nIt's just begun\nMiss teenage dream, such a tragic scene\nHe knocked your crown, and ran away\nFirst wound of pride, and how you cried and cried\nBut save your tears you've got years and years\n\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cos you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why\nNew born eyes always cry with pain\nAt the first look at the morning sun\nFool, if you think it's over\nIt's just begun\n\nI'll buy your first good wine\nWe'll have a real good time\nSave your crying for the day\nThat may not come but anyone\nWho had to pay would laugh at you and say\n\nFool if you think it's over\n'Cos you said goodbye\nFool if you think it's over\nI'll tell you why",0
5551,Clawfinger___Burn_In_Hell,anger,"""Burn in Hell  Hocus pocus bogus bullshit you're so fucking full of it\nCommit yourself to jesus christ as long as you can benefit\nProfit stealing,money dealing heartless piece of human trash\nThe only god you follow blindly Is a pocket full of cash\n\nThanks to god you're rich and healthy but what is that funny smell\nI know you've built your church on other peopl'es misery & hell\nGod gave you his greatest wisdom but I say your god's a dog\nAnother holy cow to milk, another dead horse you can flog\n\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nYou say Cash is king and God he can't afford to help me yet\nThen you tell me he'll arrive as soon as I write out a cheque\nI don't need religion if you say I have to pay to pray\nSo I shake my head and turn the other cheek and walk away\n\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nLiar\nLiar\nLiar\nLiar\n\nI can help you see the stars shine all I'll do is clench my fist\nIf I need to see the light then I can just turn on the the switch\nBending over's just like kneeling you're fucked over when you pray\nIf god is all that you believe in then you're being led astray\n\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nI say you'll pay\nI pray you're gonna burn in hell\nLiar\nLiar\nLiar\nLiar",3
1935,Ashlee_Simpson___Eyes_Wide_Open,sad,"""Eyes Wide Open  [Verse 1]\nI could hear her breathing\nNo one believed me\nNo one believed me\nI could hear those voices\nSo deceiving\nSo deceiving\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCool wind on my face\nCool wind on my face\n[Chorus]\nDo you know how it feels to be afraid\nLying there frozen, with my eyes wide open?\nAnd do you know how it feels to find a trace\nOf words unspoken, with my eyes wide open?\nI know your secret\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can feel you calling\nI know that you're there\nI know that you're there\nTell me all your memories\nI'll keep them alive\nI'll keep them alive\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCool wind on my face\nCool wind on my face\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you know how it feels to be afraid\nLying there frozen, with my eyes wide open?\nAnd do you know how it feels to find a trace\nOf words unspoken, with my eyes wide open?\nI know your secret\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nI heard you, I felt you\nI know, so what do you want from me?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nCool wind on my face\nCool wind on my face\nCool wind on my face\nCool wind on my face\n\n[Chorus]\nDo you know how it feels to be afraid\nLying there frozen, with my eyes wide open?\nAnd do you know how it feels to find a trace\nOf words unspoken, with my eyes wide open?\nI know your secret\nI know your secret\n\n[Outro]\nI know, I know, your secret",1
9420,Frank_Black___Speedy_Marie,happy,"'Speedy Marie  Had a bit part, an endless reel\nIt always played in slo-mo\nBut now it\'s fast, a spinning wheel\nI know the dynamo, my heart is cast\n\nSpeedy Marie, ahead of the now\nShe\'s better built that\'s how\nShe\'s built for speed\nSpeedy Marie, Speedy Marie\n\n""Oh, yes indeed,"" I said to me\nAnd so I sing this romaunt\nIt\'s not enough, my liberty\nThere is a thing I want\nI need, I love\nSpeedy Marie, ahead of the now\nShe\'s better built that\'s how\nShe\'s built for speed\nSpeedy Marie, Speedy Marie\n\nJuxtaposed in each moment\'s sight\nEverything that I ever saw\nAnd my one delight\nNothing can strike me in such awe\n\nMouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks\nAlways it will soothe\nRarer none are the precious cheeks\nIs the size of each sculpted tooth\nEach lip and each eye\n\nWise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought\nAnd softest neck where always do I\nLay my clumsy thoughts\nShe is that most lovely art\nHappy are my mind and my soul and my heartYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",0
780,Alicia_Keys___A_Womans_Worth,happy,"""A Woman’s Worth  [Verse 1]\nYou could buy me diamonds, you could buy me pearls\nTake me on a cruise around the world\nBaby, you know I'm worth it\nDinner lit by candles, run my bubble bath\nMake love tenderly to last and last\nBaby, you know I'm worth it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWanna please, wanna keep, wanna treat your woman right\nNot just dough, but to show that you know she is worth your time\nYou will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first\nShe will and she can find a man who knows her worth\nMm-mmm\n[Chorus]\n'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her When he sees her\nAnd a real woman knows a real man ain't 'fraid to please her Please her\nAnd a real woman knows a real man always comes first First\nAnd a real man just can't deny a woman's worth A woman's worth\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nMm-hm, mm-hmm\nMm-hm, mm-hmm\nMm-hm, mm-hmm\nMm Uh, hold up\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you treat me fairly, I'll give you all my goods\nTreat you like a real woman should\nBaby, I know you're worth it\nIf you never play me, promise not to bluff\nI'll hold you down when shit gets rough\n'Cause baby, I know you're worth it\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nShe walks the mile, makes you smile, all the while being true\nDon't take for granted the passions that she has for you\nYou will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first\nShe will and she can find a man who knows her worth\nOhh\nYou might also like[Chorus]\n'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her When he sees her\nAnd a real woman knows a real man ain't 'fraid to please her Please me\nAnd a real woman knows a real man always comes first First, baby\nAnd a real man just can't deny a woman's worth\n\n[Bridge]\nNo need to read between the lines spelled out for you Spelled out for you\nJust hear this song 'cause you can't go wrong when you value Better value\nA woman's Sing it woman's, woman's, woman's worth\nYeah\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her When he sees her\nAnd a real woman knows a real man ain't 'fraid to please her Please me\nAnd a real woman knows a real man always comes first First, baby\nAnd a real man just can't deny a woman's worth A woman's worth\n'Cause a real man knows a real woman when he sees her Nothing like a woman's worth\nAnd a real woman knows a real man ain't 'fraid to please her Ooh-ooh\nAnd a real woman knows a real man always comes first Comes first\nAnd a real man just can't deny a woman's worth Woman's worth\n\n[Outro]\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Do-ooh\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Sibba-dibba, do-do\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Do-do-do-di-di-di-di\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Ooh\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Cherish that woman\nMm-hm, mm-hmm It better be good for that woman\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh\nMm-hm, mm-hmm Ooh, yeah5",0
3470,Blind_Pilot___Go_On__Say_It,happy,"""Go On, Say It  Picking up sound on the interstate\nI am my breath\nLetting in waves\n\nThere will be time when the sleep I'm in\nCovers me cold\nCovers me thin\n\nI know I'll wake up old\nForgetting which box this is in\nHow I will keep you\nUh huh...uh huh\nUh huh...uh huh\nJust how I left you\nOur daughter once told me I know a lot\nNow I'm strutting off with more than I've got\nA hitchhiker told me I don't talk a lot\nMade me feel fine\nMade me quiet\n\nIf you had said it right\nInstead of painting words white...\nHow I would keep you\nUh huh...uh huh\nUh huh...uh huh\nJust how I left you\nUh huh...uh huh\nCome on say it right\nUh huh...uh huh\nCome on say it right. Come on say it right\nCome on say it right. Come on say it right\nCome on say it right. Come on say it right\nCome on say it rightYou might also like2",0
4849,Carly_Simon___Give_Me_All_Night,happy,"""Give Me All Night  I have no need of half of anything\nNo half time, no half a man's attention\nGive me all the earth and sky\nAnd at the same time\nAdd a new dimension\nHalf the truth is of no use\nGive it all, give it all to me\nI can stand it, I am strong that way\n\nGive me all night\nGive me the full moon\nAnd if I can't take the whole of you\nGive it to me anyway\nGive me all night\n'Till the last star fades\nAnd if you can' t take my heart and soul\nTake it from me anyway\nDon't give me fountains, I need waterfalls\nAnd, when I cry, my tears will fill an ocean\nThe pain of love, I'll accept it all\nAs long as you'll join me in that emotion\nHalf of lovin' is no fun\nGive it all, give it all to me\nI can stand it, I am strong that way\n\nGive me all night\nGive me the full moon\nAnd if I can't take the whole of you\nGive it to me anyway\nGive me all night\n'Till the last star fades\nAnd if you can' t take my heart and soul\nTake it from me anyway\n\nDon't leave me guessing alone\nDon't walk me half the way home\nYou can do that tomorrow\nJust give me, give me all night\n\nGive me all night\nGive me the full moon\nAnd if I can't take the whole of you\nGive it to me anyway\nGive me all night\n'Till the last star fades\nAnd if you can' t take my heart and soul\nTake it from me anyway",0
7338,Dntel___This_Is_The_Dream_of_Evan_and_Chan,calm,"'This Is The Dream of Evan and Chan  It was familiar to me\nThe smoke too thick to breathe\nThe tile floors glistened\nI slowly stirred my drink\nAnd when you started to sing\nYou spoke with broken speech\nThat I could not understand\nAnd then you grabbed me tightly:\n\n""I won\'t let go, I won\'t let go\nEven if you say so, oh no\nI\'ve tried and tried with no results\nI won\'t let go, I won\'t let go""\nHe then played every song from 1993\nThe crowd applauded as he curtsied bashfully\nYour eyelashes tickled my neck with every nervous blink\nAnd it was perfect until the telephone started\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\n\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\n\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off\nRinging, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing offYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
6239,DMX___Lord_Give_Me_A_Sign,anger,"'Lord Give Me a Sign  [Intro]\nYeah, uh\nIn the name of Jesus Spread the word\n""No weapon formed against me shall prosper\nAnd every turn that rise against my judgment, thou shalt condemn"" Preach, preach\nLord, give me a sign!\nFor this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord Preach\n""And their righteousness is of me"", said the Lord Preach\nAmen, uh\nLord, give me a sign!\n[Verse 1]\nI really need to talk to you, Lord\nSince the last time we talked the walk has been hard\nNow I know you haven\'t left me, but I feel like I\'m alone Yeah\nI\'m a big boy now, but I\'m still not grown\nAnd I\'m still going through it What?\nPain and the hurt Yeah\nSoaking up trouble like rain in the dirt Yeah\nAnd I know only I can stop the rain\nWith just the mention of my Savior\'s name, in the name of Jesus Uh, uh, uh\nDevil, I rebuke you, for what I go through\nBeen trying to make me do what I used to What?\nBut all that stops right here Yeah\nAs long as the Lord\'s in my life, I will have no fear Uh, uh\nI will know no pain from the light to the dark C\'mon\nI will show no shame, spit it right from the heart C\'mon\nCause it\'s right from the start, you held me down\nAnd ain\'t nothing they can tell me now\nLord, give me a sign!\n\n[Hook]\nLet me know what\'s on your mind\nLet me know what I\'m gon\' find\nIt\'s all in time, show me how to teach the mind\nShow me how to reach the blind Lord, give me a sign!\nShow me what I gotsta do to bring me closer to you\nCause I\'ma go through whatever you want me to\nJust let me know what to do Lord, give me a sign!\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nPlease, show me somethin\' Somethin\'\nI\'m tired of talking to him, knowing he frontin\' Frontin\'\nCrying about, ""Life ain\'t nothin\'"" Nothin\'\nBut you either be the one mad cause you trapped or the one huntin\' C\'mon\nTrapped in your own mind, waiting on the Lord Yeah\nOr hunting with the word that cuts like a sword\nThe spoken word is stronger than the strongest man Uh, uh, uh, uh\nCarries the whole world like the strongest hand\nThrough the trials and tribulations, you never let us down\nJesus, I know you\'re here with us now\nJesus, I know you\'re still with us now\nKeep it real with us now, I wanna feel, show me how Please!\nLet me take your hand, guide me What?\nI\'ll walk slow, but stay right beside me Please\nDevil\'s trying to find me Please\nHide me! Hold up, I take that back\nProtect me and give me the strength to fight back Lord, give me a sign!\n\n[Hook]\nLet me know what\'s on your mind\nLet me know what I\'m gon\' find\nIt\'s all in time, show me how to teach the mind\nShow me how to reach the blind Lord, give me a sign!\nShow me what I gotsta do to bring me closer to you\nCause I\'ma go through whatever you want me to\nJust let me know what to do Lord, give me a sign!\n[Bridge]\nLife or death, live or die Uh\nI will never live a lie Uh\nI\'m going there because I try What?\nI won\'t give in till I die What?\nI\'m gon\' make it, wrong or right Yeah\nMake it through the darkest night Yeah\nWhen the morning comes you\'ll see Uh\nAll I have is God in me Oh\nLord, give me a sign! Woo!\n\n[Interlude]\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n""No weapon formed against me shall prosper"" Please\nFor this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord\nIn the name of Jesus Lord, give me a sign!\n\n[Hook]\nLet me know what\'s on your mind\nLet me know what I\'m gon\' find\nIt\'s all in time, show me how to teach the mind\nShow me how to reach the blind Lord, give me a sign!\nShow me what I gotsta do to bring me closer to you\nCause I\'ma go through whatever you want me to\nJust let me know what to do Lord, give me a sign!52Embed', 'default'",3
768,Alice_In_Videoland___In_Denial,happy,"""In Denial  I can taste the bitterness\nOf the words I said\nBut the lying didn't sound\nThat bad inside my head\nI've lost my body control\n'cause of my poisoned heart\nAnd my poisoned soul\nIs there anywhere I could go?\n'Cause I don't even know if I'm\n\nIn denial, awake or worn out\nIs the sin the silence?\nI've got just about\nWhat it takes to make\nThe samemistake\nI cry out loud\nI'm inside out\nIf I close my eyes I'm not afraid\nI'll make it through\nBut running away really seems\nLike the brightest thing to do\nIs there anyone else around?\nI'm trying to scream\nI can't make a sound\nWhat's a dream, what's reality?\nAm I too blind to see? if I'm\n\nIn denial, awake or worn out\nIs the sin the silence?\nI've got just about\nWhat it takes to make\nThe samemistake\nI cry out loud\nI'm inside out",0
5683,Coldplay___Daylight,happy,"""Daylight  [Verse 1]\nTo my surprise, and my delight\nI saw sunrise, I saw sunlight\nI am nothing in the dark\nAnd the clouds burst to show daylight\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, and the sun shine\nYeah, on this heart of mine\nOoh, and I realise\nWho couldn't live without\nOoh, come apart without it\n[Verse 2]\nOn a hilltop, on a sky-rise\nLike a firstborn child\nAnd at full tilt, and in full flight\nDefeat darkness, breaking daylight\n\n[Chorus]\nOoh, and the sun shine\nYeah, on this heart of mine\nOoh, and I realise\nWho couldn't live without\nOoh, come apart without daylight\n\n[Outro]\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylight\nSlowly breaking through a daylightSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like6",0
351,Adam_Green___No_Legs,sad,"""No Legs  There's no wrong way to fuck a girl with no legs\nJust tell her you love her as she's crawlin' away\nThere's no wrong way to fuck a bitch with no faith\nNow you'll never be sad again\n\nLovin' you are the two best things\nIn a world that's skipping town\nReaching blind into the deepest mouth\nIn the brownest place around\n\nThere's something amiss in her cum stained lips\nSo I get the first kiss before she takes the last bite\nGenital outlaws in a positive way\nAnd in everything bagel too\nGetting strangled by the junkie priest\nAs the boys get stoned in school\nThere's a knock at your door and your parents come in\nThey thought you were a different girl\n\nSo if you're alone when your parents aren't home\nAnd no one can see your incestuous tree\nNo need to contain what the sparrows can say\nNow you'll never be sad again",1
5412,Christina_Aguilera___Come_On_Over_All_I_Want_Is_You,happy,"""Come On Over All I Want Is You  [Intro]\nCome on over, come on over, baby Mmm\nCome on over, come on over, baby Oh, yeah\nCome on over, come on over, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nCome on over, come on over, baby\n\n[Verse 1]\nHey, boy, don't you know\nI got something goin' on? Yes, I do\nAll my friends are gonna come\nGonna party all night long, ooh, yeah\nI know, you know, I just want us to go\nThe fun we'll have, you'll never be alone\nSo boy, won't you come? We will party 'til the dawn\nListen to me\n[Chorus]\nAll I want is you Come over here, baby\nAll I want is you You make me go crazy\nAll I want is you Now baby, don't be shy\nYou better cross the line\nI'm gonna love you right\nAll I want is you\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nCome on over, come on over, baby Ooh\nCome on over, come on over, baby Oh, yeah\n\n[Verse 2]\nI want you to know you could be the one for me\nYes, you could Yes, you could\nYou got all I'm lookin' for\nYou got personality, ooh, whoa\nI know I know, you know You know\nI'm gonna give you more Give you more\nThe things you do, I never felt this way before\nSo boy, won't you come, won't you come and open the door?\nListen to me\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I want is you Come over here, baby\nAll I want is you Ooh, you make me go crazy\nAll I want is you Now baby, don't be shy\nYou better cross the line\nI'm gonna love you right\nAll I want is you, yeah, yeah\nSee Christina Aguilera LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Post-Chorus]\nCome on over, come on over, baby Come on over, baby, huh\nCome on over, come on over, baby Oh, oh\nCome on over, come on over, baby Oh, come on over, baby\nCome on over, come on over, baby Babe, oh, whoa\nCome on over\n\n[Bridge]\nUh, yeah, c'mon, uh, yeah, yeah\nUh, yeah, uh, yeah, c'mon, uh, uh, yeah, uh\nNow baby, don't be shy\nYou better cross the line\nI'm gonna love you right\nAh, ah, ah, yeah\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I want is you Baby\nAll I want is you Ooh, you make me go crazy, oh, yeah\nAll I want is you Now baby, don't be shy\nYou better cross the line\nI'm gonna love you right\n'Cause all I want is you\n\n[Chorus]\nAll I want is you Oh, yeah, yeah\nAll I want is you You make me go crazy, yeah, oh\nAll I want is you Now baby, don't be shy\nYou better cross the line\nI'm gonna love you right\n'Cause all I want is you4",0
7075,Diana_Krall___Narrow_Daylight,sad,"""Narrow Daylight  [Verse 1]\nNarrow daylight entered my room\nShining hours were brief\nWinter is over\nSummer is near\nAre we stronger than we believe?\n\n[Verse 2]\nI walked through halls of reputation\nAmong the infamous too\nAs the camera clings to the common thread\nBeyond all vanity\nInto a gaze to shoot you through\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIs the kindness we count upon\nHidden in everyone?\n\n[Chorus]\nI stepped out in a sunlit grove\nAlthough deep down I wished it would rain\nWashing away all the sadness and tears\nThat will never fall so heavily again\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIs the kindness we count upon\nHidden in everyone?\n\n[Chorus]\nI stood there in a salt spray air\nFelt the wind sweeping over my face\nRan up through the rocks to the old wooden cross\nIt's a place where I can find some peace\n\n[Verse 3]\nNarrow daylight entered my room\nShining hours were brief\nWinter is over\nSummer is near\nAre we stronger than we believe?See Diana Krall LiveGet tickets as low as $67",1
3309,Black_Flag___Six_Pack,anger,"""Six Pack  [Intro]\nI've got a six pack and nothing to do\nI got a six pack and I don't need you\n\n[Verse 1]\n$35 and a six pack to my name\nSix pack!\nSpent the rest on beer so who's to blame\nSix pack!\nThey say I'm fucked up all the time\nSix pack!\nWhen the dudes a waste of time\nSix pack!\n[Chorus]\nI know it'll be OK\nWhen I get a six pack in me\nAll right!\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy girlfriend asked me\nWhich one I like better\nSix pack!\nI hope the answer won't upset her\nBitch\nSix pack!\nI was born with a bottle in my mouth\nSix pack!\nNow I've got six so I'll never run out\nSix pack!\n\n[Chorus]\nI know it'll be OK\nWhen I get a six pack in me\nAll right!\n\n[Verse 3]\n$35 and a six pack to my name\nSix pack!\nSpent the rest on beer so who's to blame\nSix pack!\nThey say I'm fucked up all the time\nSix pack!\nWhat they do is a waste of time\nSix pack!\nSix pack! six pack! six pack!\nYou might also like[Outro]\nWhat do they know about partying, or anything else\nHey! Where's the beer bong?\nI need to get fucked!",3
958,Alphawezen___Into_The_Stars,sad,"'Into the Stars  I am sleeping within fragile skin\nDreaming of a brighter flame to wake within\nAm I free, to be here now\nThat‘s everything I have\n\nWhy do we lose ourselves\nTo fires on the shelf\nWe could feel ourselves\nAnd how we break our shells\n\nYou give me the frameless shape I‘m moving in\nFull of You is everything I‘m burning in\nI am free to be here now\nThat‘s everything I have\nI‘m fading\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\n…\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nYou might also like…\n\nWhy do we lose ourselves\nTo fires on the shelf\nWe could feel ourselves\nAnd how we break our shells\n\nI‘m fading\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\n…\n\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic light\nTo swallow up Your sky\nAnd burn like firebirds so bright\n\n…\nInto the stars tonight\nRight into Your toxic lightEmbed', 'default'",1
4913,Cartel___Luckie_Street,happy,"'The Victors  Part I\nNovember, 1990\n\nAt any historical moment, we are likely to find a conventional interpretation of the state of the world and our role within it, often gaining the force of unchallenged doctrine. Another near truism is that reality tends to depart from established Truth. The present period is no exception.\n\nThat significant, even momentous, changes are underway in the world is clear enough, and has been so for many years. The conventional interpretation need not be elaborated at length; open an arbitrary journal, and it is laid out before you. The U.S. has won the Cold War. Righteousness has triumphed over evil with the victory of democracy, free market capitalism, justice and human rights. As standard bearer of the cause, the United States now leads the way to a New World Order of peace, economic development, and cooperation among those who have seen the light, virtually everyone except for some holdouts like Cuba which still complains irrationally that the Third World isn\'t getting its due -- or Saddam Hussein, despite our dedicated efforts to improve his behavior by the carrot rather than the stick, an error of judgment soon to be rectified by the sword of the righteous avenger.\n\nThere are various ways to assess the validity of this inspiring picture. One is to have a look at the traditional domains of the U.S. and the West generally, and ask how their people fare at this historic moment, as they celebrate the victory of their side, a triumph of liberal capitalism and democracy so final and conclusive, some feel, that we have reached ""the end of history,"" after which we sink into a sad state of boredom, relieved only by the occasional technical manipulations needed to deal with questions at the margin.\n\nThe concern that the fun might be over is not quite as novel as Francis Fukuyama and other devotees of the Hegelian Spirit suggest. At his first meeting with John F. Kennedy in 1958, Walt Rostow, later to become a top adviser of the Kennedy administration, warned -- perhaps a shade prematurely -- that after the astonishing domestic successes achieved by ""the nation\'s creativeness and idealism over the past ninety years, ...we run the danger of becoming a bore to ourselves and the world."" In Rostow\'s picture of the world shared with Kennedy, according to his account, the basic problems of American society were then approaching full resolution. No real barriers stood in the way of economic progress without serious cyclic disorders, ""social equity"" for minorities, ""the provision of equal educational opportunity,"" and ""the equitable distribution of income."" We knew what was needed, and agreed that it should be done. The consensus was so broad and the conclusions so well-founded as to signal ""the end of ideology,"" it was widely held. Like Kennedy, Rostow felt that with the problems of domestic society largely behind us, ""the great revolutionary transformations going forward in the underdeveloped world"" should now absorb our energies and revitalize ""those basic spiritual qualities which have been historically linked to the nation\'s sense of world mission.""1\nThe Third World was soon to experience, once again, these ""basic spiritual qualities,"" now with the special cast given them by the knights-errant of Camelot.\n\nNot everyone feels confident that the nature and proper goals of human society are fully understood, and the problems at home so close to resolution that only some minor tinkering remains, just as not all share Tom Wolfe\'s appreciation of the past decade as ""one of the great golden moments that humanity has ever experienced."" One need hardly go as far as a Black teenager in Harlem to find a slightly different sense of current realities. And even the most cursory look beyond the borders will locate voices that are not raised in joy and acclaim for the triumph of their champions -- Central American human rights workers and priests, for example -- and do not join the meaningless game of comparing Eastern and Western Europe, or the USSR and the United States, but rather choose, more realistically and more honestly, to compare the current state of regions that were at similar levels of economic and sociopolitical development, with similar endowments and prospects, not many years ago. And despite much curious rhetoric in media and other circles, some perceive that the past years hardly illustrate the thesis that democracy and the free market are the decisive conditions for economic success -- in Japan and the Four Tigers in its periphery, to take the obvious but not only example.\n\nLet us survey -- all too briefly -- some of the daily experience of those who should be savoring the fruits of victory. The reasonable course is to begin the inquiry close to home, in the domains where U.S. influence has been so overwhelming that the contours of the triumph must be shatteringly clear. In this first section, I will keep to that, turning in subsequent articles to a broader view, and to some comments on meaningful comparisons that would be made, and studies that would be pursued, if human concerns animated the odes to our virtue that accompany the triumph. I would also like to consider the shape of the New World Order and the U.S. role within it as seen from a perspective that departs from reigning conventions, attending to features of the contemporary world that suggest a rather different conception of where we are and where we are heading.\n\nThe Fruits of Victory\n\nFew regions of the world have been so dominated by a great power as Central America, which emerged from its usual oblivion in the 1980s, moving to center stage as the traditional order faced an unexpected challenge with the growth of popular movements, inspired in part by the new orientation of the Church toward ""a preferential option for the poor"" Puebla Conference of Bishops, 1979. After decades of brutal repression and the destructive impact of the U.S. aid programs of the 1960s -- an ""economic miracle"" by statistical measures, a disaster for most of the population -- the ground was prepared for meaningful democracy and social change. The mood in Washington darkened further with the overthrow of the Somoza dictatorship and the defeat of his murderous National Guard despite the best efforts of the Carter administration, until the end, to ensure that it would retain effective power.\n\nThe reaction was vigorous and swift: violent repression, which decimated popular organizations. The ranks of the small guerrilla organizations swelled as state terror mounted. ""The guerrilla groups, the revolutionary groups, almost without exception began as associations of teachers, associations of labor unions, campesino unions, or parish organizations...."" with practical and reformist goals, ex-Ambassador Robert White testified before Congress in 1982. The same point has been made by the assassinated Salvadoran Jesuit intellectual Father Ignacio Martin-Baro, among many others.\n\nA decade later, the United States and its local allies could claim substantial success. The challenge to the traditional order was effectively contained. The misery of the vast majority had deepened while the power of the military and the privileged sectors was enhanced behind a facade of democratic forms. Some 200,000 people had been killed, most of them slaughtered outright in a paroxysm of sadistic terror conducted by the forces armed, trained, and advised by the United States. Countless others were maimed, tortured, ""disappeared,"" driven from their homes. The people, the communities, the environment were devastated, possibly beyond repair. It is truly a grand victory.\n\nElite reaction in the United States is one of gratification and relief. ""For the first time, all five of the countries are led by presidents who were elected in contests widely considered free and fair,"" Washington Post Central America correspondent Lee Hockstader reports from Guatemala City, expressing the general satisfaction over the victory of ""conservative politicians"" in elections which, we are to understand, took place on a level playing field with no use of force and no foreign influence. It is true, he continues, that ""conservative politicians in Central America traditionally represented the established order,"" defending the wealthy ""despite their countries\' grossly distorted income patterns."" ""But the wave of democracy that has swept the region in recent years appears to be shifting politicians\' priorities,"" so the bad old days are gone forever.2\n\nThe student of American history and culture will recognize the familiar moves. Once again, we witness the miraculous change of course that occurs whenever some particularly brutal excesses of the state have been exposed. Hence all of history, and the reasons for its persistent character, may be dismissed as irrelevant, while we march forward, leading our flock to a new and better world.\n\nThe Post news report does not merely assert that the new conservatives are dedicated populists, unlike those whom the U.S. used to support in the days of its naivete and inadvertent error, now thankfully behind us. Serious journalistic standards require evidence for this central claim, and it is indeed provided. The shift of priorities to a welcome populism is demonstrated by the outcome of the conference of the five presidents in Antigua, Guatemala, just completed. The presidents, all ""committed to free-market economics,"" have abandoned worthless goals of social reform, Hockstader explains. ""Neither in the plan nor in the Declaration of Antigua\' was there any mention of land reform or suggestion of new government social welfare programs to help the poor."" Rather, they are adopting ""a trickle-down approach to aid the poor."" ""The idea is to help the poor without threatening the basic power structure,"" a regional economist observes, contemplating these imaginative new ideas on how to pursue our vocation of serving the suffering masses.\n\nThe headline reads ""Central Americans to use Trickle-down Strategy in War on Poverty."" Quite properly, the headline captures the basic thrust of the news story and the assumption that frames it: aiding the poor is the highest priority of this new breed of populist conservatives, as it always has been for Washington and the political culture generally. The only question is how to achieve this noble aim. That this has always been our fervent commitment is a doctrine so obviously valid that it need not be supported with any evidence or argument, or even formulated explicitly. It is merely presupposed, and we go on from there. What is newsworthy, and so promising, is the populism of the conservatives we support, and their ingenious and startlingly innovative approach to our traditional commitment to help the poor and suffering: a trickle-down strategy of enriching the wealthy -- a ""preferential option for the rich,"" overcoming the errors of the Puebla Conference of Bishops.\n\nOne participant in the meeting is quoted as saying that ""These past 10 years have been gruesome for poor people, they\'ve taken a beating."" Putting aside the conventions, one might observe that the political outcomes hailed as a triumph of democracy are in no small measure a tribute to the efficacy of U.S. terror, and that the presidents who hold formal power, and their sponsors, might have had something other than a war on poverty in mind. There is also a history of trickle-down approaches to relieving poverty that might be explored. Such an inquiry might lead us to expect that the next 10 years will be no less gruesome for the poor. But that path is not pursued, here or elsewhere in the mainstream.\n\nThe Post story captures well the character and dimensions of the U.S. victory. The satisfaction among the important people is readily understandable.\nWhile the three-day conference of populist conservatives was taking place in Antigua, 33 tortured, bullet-riddled bodies were discovered in Guatemala. They did not disturb the celebration over the triumph of freedom and democracy, or even make the news.\n\nNor did the rest of the 125 bodies, half with signs of torture, found throughout the country that month, according to the Guatemalan Human Rights Commission. The Commission identified 79 as victims of ""extrajudicial execution"" by the security forces. Another 29 were kidnapped and 49 injured in kidnap attempts. The report comes to us from Mexico, where the Commission is based so that human rights workers can survive now that the U.S. has succeeded in establishing democracy in Guatemala.3\n\nIn the Costa Rican journal Mesoamerica, a report on the Antigua meeting observes that ""Now that the Sandinistas have been successfully booted out of office, the pervading attitude among regional and U.S. leaders with respect to the Esquipulas peace mission accomplished\'."" The core sections of the Central America accords that call for social justice and respect for human rights had been long been consigned to the ashcan, as intended by Oscar Arias and his U.S. sponsors in high places, who, along with the elite political culture generally, revealed by their actions their actual attitudes towards the savage atrocities conducted under the aegis of those with the right priorities.4\n\nThe U.N. Economic Commission for Latin America and the Caribbean CEPAL reports that the percentage of the Guatemalan population living in extreme poverty increased rapidly after the establishment of democracy in 1985, from 45% in that year to 76% in 1988. A study by the Nutritional Institute of Central America and Panama INCAP estimates that half the population live under conditions of extreme poverty, and that in rural areas, where the situation is worse, 13 out of every 100 children under five die of illnesses related to malnutrition. Other studies estimate that 20,000 Guatemalans die of hunger every year, that more than 1000 children died of measles alone in the first four months of 1990, and that ""the majority of Guatemala\'s four million children receive no protection at all, not even for the most elemental rights."" The Communique of the January 1990 Conference of Guatemalan Bishops reviews the steady deterioration of the critical situation of the mass of the population as ""the economic crisis has degenerated into a social crisis"" and human rights, even ""the right to dignity,"" ""do not exist.""5\n\nThroughout the region, the desperate situation of the poor majority has become still more grave with the progress of democracy, American-style. Three weeks before the Antigua conference, in his homily marking the completion of President Alfredo Cristiani\'s first year in office, Archbishop Rivera y Damas of San Salvador deplored the policies of his administration, which have worsened the already desperate plight of the poor; the conservative populist so admired in Washington and New York ""is working to maintain the system,"" the Archbishop said, ""favoring a market economy which is making the poor yet poorer.""6\n\nIn the neighboring countries, the situation is much the same. A few days after the encouraging Washington Post report on the Antigua meeting, an editorial in a leading Honduran journal appeared under the headline ""Misery is increasing in Honduras because of the economic adjustment,"" referring to the new trickle-down strategy that the Post found so promising -- actually the traditional strategy, its lethal features now more firmly entrenched. The main victims are ""the usual neglected groups: children, women, and the aged,"" according to the conclusions of an academic seminar on ""Social Policy in the Context of Crisis,"" confirmed by ""the Catholic Church, the unions, several political parties, and noted economists and statisticians of the country."" Two-thirds of the population live below the poverty line, over half of these below the level of ""dire need."" Unemployment, undernourishment, and severe malnutrition are increasing.7\n\nThe Pan American Health Organization estimates that of 850,000 children born every year in Central America, 100,000 will die before the age of five and two-thirds of those who survive will suffer from malnutrition, with attendant physical or mental development problems. The Inter-American Development Bank reports that per capita income has fallen to the level of 1971 in Guatemala, 1961 in El Salvador, 1973 in Honduras, 1960 in Nicaragua, 1974 in Costa Rica, and 1982 in Panama.8\n\nNicaragua was an exception to this trend of increasing misery, but the U.S. terrorist attack and economic warfare succeeded in reversing earlier gains. Nevertheless, infant mortality halved over the decade, from 128 to 62 deaths per thousand births; ""Such a reduction is exceptional on the international level,"" a UNICEF official said in 1989, ""especially when the country\'s war-ravaged economy is taken into account.""9\n\nStudies by CEPAL, the World Health Organization, and others ""cast dramatic light on the situation,"" Mexico\'s leading daily reports.\n\nThey reveal that 15 million Central Americans, almost 60% of the population, live in poverty, of whom 9.7 million live in ""extreme poverty."" Severe malnutrition is rampant among children. 75% of the peasants in Guatemala, 60% in El Salvador, 40% in Nicaragua, and 35% in Honduras lack health care. To make matters worse, Washington has applied ""stunning quotas on sugar, beef, cocoa, cheese, textiles, and limestone, as well as compensation laws and antidumping\' policies in cement, flowers, and operations of cellulose and glass."" The EEC and Japan have followed suit, also imposing harmful protectionist measures.10\n\nThe environment has shared the fate of those who people it. Deforestation, soil erosion, pesticide poisoning, and other forms of environmental destruction, increasing through the 1980s, are traceable in large measure to the development model imposed upon the region and U.S. militarization of it in recent years. Intense exploitation of resources by agribusiness and export-oriented production have enriched wealthy sectors and their foreign sponsors, and led to statistical growth, with a devastating impact on the land and the people. In El Salvador, large areas have become virtual wastelands as the military has sought to undermine the peasant base of the guerrillas by extensive bombardment, and by forest and crop destruction. There have been occasional efforts to stem the ongoing catastrophe. Like the Arbenz government overthrown in the CIA-run coup that restored the military regime in Guatemala, the Sandinistas initiated a series of environmental reforms and protections. These were desperately needed, both in the countryside and near Managua, where industrial plants had been permitted to dump waste freely. The most notorious case was the U.S. Penwalt corporation, which poured mercury into Lake Managua until 1981.11\n\nAs in Guatemala 30 years before, these efforts to depart from what the Washington Post approvingly calls ""the Central American mode"" were satisfactorily overcome by U.S. terror and economic warfare.\n\nThe foreign-imposed development model has emphasized ""nontraditional exports"" in recent years. Under the free market conditions approved for defenseless Third World countries, the search for survival and gain will naturally lead to products that maximize profit, whatever the consequences. Coca production has soared in the Andes and elsewhere for this reason, but there are other examples as well. After the discovery of clandestine ""human farms"" and ""fattening houses"" for children in Honduras and Guatemala, Dr. Luis Genaro Morales, president of the Guatemalan Pediatric Association, said that child trafficking ""is becoming one of the principal nontraditional export products,"" generating $20 million of business a year. The International Human Rights Federation IHRF, after an inquiry in Guatemala, gave a more conservative estimate, reporting that about 300 children are kidnapped every year, taken to secret nurseries, then sold for adoption at about $10,000 per child.\nThe IHRF investigators could not confirm reports that organs of babies were being sold to foreign buyers. This macabre belief is widely held in the region, however. A few weeks earlier, the Honduran journal Tiempo reported that the Paraguayan police rescued 7 Brazilian babies from a gang that ""intended to sacrifice them to organ banks in the United States, according to a charge in the courts."" The same journal reported shortly after that an Appeals Judge in Honduras ordered ""a meticulous investigation into the sale of Honduran children for the purpose of using their organs for transplant operations."" A year earlier, the Secretary General of the National Council of Social Services, which is in charge of adoptions, had reported that Honduran children ""were being sold to the body traffic industry"" for organ transplant. ""Fattening houses"" for children had been found in San Pedro Sula and elsewhere.12\n\nA Resolution on the Trafficking of Central American Children, approved by the European Parliament two months later November 1988, alleged that near a ""human farm"" in San Pedro Sula, infant corpses were found that ""had been stripped of one or a number of organs."" At another ""human farm"" in Guatemala, babies ranging from 11 days old to four months old had been found. The director of the farm, at the time of his arrest, declared that the children ""were sold to American or Israeli families whose children needed organ transplants at the cost of $75,000 per child,"" the Resolution continues, expressing ""its horror in the light of the facts"" and calling for investigation and preventive measures.13\n\nAs the region sinks into further misery, these reports continue to appear. In July 1990, a right-wing Honduran daily, under the headline ""Loathsome Sale of Human Flesh,"" reported that police in El Salvador had discovered a group, headed by a lawyer, that was buying children to resell in the United States. An estimated 20,000 children disappear every year in Mexico, the report continues, destined for this end or for use in criminal activities such as transport of drugs ""inside their bodies."" ""The most gory fact, however, is that many little ones are used for transplant [of organs] to children in the U.S.,"" which may account for the fact that the highest rate of kidnapping of children from infants to 18-year-olds is in the Mexican regions bordering on the United States.14\n\nThe one exception to the Central America horror story has been Costa Rica, set firmly on a course of state-guided development by the Jose Figueres coup of 1948, with welfare measures combined with harsh repression of labor, and virtual elimination of the armed forces. The U.S. has always kept a wary eye on this deviation from the regional standards, despite the welcome suppression of labor and the favorable conditions for foreign investors. In the 1980s, U.S. pressures to dismantle the social democratic features and restore the army elicited bitter complaints from Figueres and others who shared his commitments. While Costa Rica continues to stand apart from the region in political and economic development, the signs of what the Central Americanization\' of Costa Rica"" are unmistakeable.15\n\nUnder the pressure of a huge debt, Costa Rica has been compelled to follow ""the preferential option for the rich"": the IMF model of free market capitalism designed for the Third World, with austerity for the poor, cutback in social programs, and benefits for domestic and foreign investors. The results are coming in. By statistical measures, the economy is relatively strong. But more than 25% of the population -- 715,000 people -- live in poverty, 100,000 in extreme poverty, according to a study published by the ultra-right journal La Nacion one feature of Costa Rican democracy being a monopoly of the Spanish language media by the extreme right sectors of the business community. A study by the Gallup office in Costa Rica published in Prensa Libre gives even higher figures, concluding that ""approximately one million people cannot afford a minimum diet, nor pay for clothing, education or health care.""16\n\nThe neoliberal economic policies of the 1980s increased social discontent and labor tensions, Excelsior reports, evoking an ""intense attack by unionists, popular organizations,"" and others against the Arias administration, which has implemented these measures in conformity with U.S. demands and the priorities of privileged sectors. Church sources report that ""the belt-tightening measures of the 1980s, which included the elimination of subsidies, low interest credit, price supports and government assistance programs, have driven many campesinos and small farmers off their land,"" leading to many protests. The Bishop of Limon issued a pastoral letter deploring the social deterioration and ""worsening of the problems"" to which ""banana workers, in great majority immigrants from rural settings where they were property owners, have been subject."" He also deplored the harsh labor code and government policies that enabled the growers to purge union leaders and otherwise undermine workers\' rights, and the deforestation and pollution the companies have caused, with government support.17\n\nEnvironmental degradation is serious here as well, including rapid deforestation and sedimentation that has severely effected virtually every major hydroelectric project. Environmental studies reveal that 42% of Costa Rica\'s soil shows signs of severe erosion. ""Top soil is Costa Rica\'s largest export,"" the Vice-Minister of Natural Resources commented. Expanding production for export and logging have destroyed forests, particularly the cattle boom of the 1960s and 1970s promoted by the government, international banks and corporations, and the U.S. aid program, which also undermined food production for domestic needs, as elsewhere in Central America. Environmentalists blame government and business for ""ecological illiteracy"" -- more accurately, pursuit of profit without regard for externalities, as prescribed in the capitalist model.18\n\nSubmissiveness to these demands has yet to meet the exacting standards of the international guardians of business rights. The IMF suspended assistance to Costa Rica in February 1990, cancelling credits. U.S. aid is also falling, now that there is no longer any need to buy Costa Rica\'s cooperation in the anti-Sandinista jihad.19\n\nEconomic constraints and foreign pressures have narrowed the political system in the approved manner. In the 1990 elections, the two candidates had virtually identical pro-business programs, in accord with ""Central American mode"" approved by U.S. liberal doctrine, and were highly supportive of U.S. policies in the region ""right on the mark,"" the eventual victor, Rafael Angel Calderon, declared in a debate sponsored by the business federation. The Central Americanization of Costa Rica is also revealed by the increasing repression through the 1980s. From 1985, the Costa Rican Human Rights Commission CODEHU reported torture, arbitrary arrest, harassment of campesinos and workers, and other abuses by the security forces, including a dramatic rise in illegal detentions and arrests. It links the growing wave of abuses to the increasing militarization of the police and security forces, some of whom have been trained in U.S. and Taiwanese military schools. These charges were supported further when an underground torture chamber was found in the building of the Costa Rican Special Police OIJ, where prisoners were beaten and subjected to electric shock treatment, including torture of a pregnant woman who aborted and electric shock administered to a 13-year-old child to elicit a false confession. CODEHU alleges that 13 people have died in similar incidents since 1988. ""Battered by charges of corruption and drug trafficking, the Arias administration receives another blow to its diminishing reputation as a bulwark of democracy"" from these revelations, the Central America Report observed.20\n\nArias\'s image ""is about to be tarnished"" further, according to reports from San Jose that investigators of the Legislative Drug Commission discovered that he had received a check for $50,000 for his campaign fund from Ocean Hunter Seafood, but had put it in his personal bank account. This Miami-based company and its Costa Rican affiliate, Frigarificos de Puntarenas, were identified by U.S. Congressional investigators as a drug trafficking operation.21 I leave it to the reader to imagine Mark Uhlig\'s sardonic story in the New York Times if something similar were hinted about a minor Sandinista official, however flimsy the evidence.\n\nAccording to official government figures, the security budget increased 15% in 1988 and 13% in 1989 spending on education rose less than half that much. The press has reported training of security officers in Fort Benning, Georgia, and U.S. bases in Panama, and a Taiwanese military academy, as well as by Israeli secret police, the army of El Salvador, the Guatemalan army special forces, and others. Fifteen private paramilitary, vigilante, and security organizations have been identified, with extreme nationalist and right-wing agendas. A member of the special commission of the legislature set up to investigate these matters described the police as an ""army in disguise...out of control."" The executive secretary of Costa Rica\'s Human Rights Commission, Sylvia Porras, noted that ""the psychological profile of the police has changed as a result of military training,"" adding that ""we cannot talk any longer of a civilian police force. What we have now is a hidden army.""22\n\nAnnual U.S. military aid in the 1980s shot up to about 18 times what it had been from 1946 through 1979. U.S. pressures to rebuild the security forces, reversing the Figueres reforms, have been widely regarded as a factor in the drift towards the Central American mode. The role of Oscar Arias has evoked particular ridicule South of the border. After an Arias article in the New York Times piously calling on Panama to follow the Costa Rican model and abolish the army, the well-known Mexican writer Gregorio Selser published a review of some Costa Rican realities, beginning with the violent repression of a peaceful demonstration of landless campesinos in September 1986 by Arias\'s Civil Guard, with many serious injuries. The absence of an army in Costa Rica, he alleges, has become largely a matter of semantics; different words for the same things. He cites an Arias decree of August 5, 1987 -- just at the moment of the signing of the Esquipulas accords that brought him a Nobel Peace prize -- establishing a professional army in all but name, with the full array of ranks and structure; and a 1989 CODEHU report on the training of hundreds of men in military academies of the U.S., Taiwan, Honduras, Guatemala and Panama.23\n\nLittle of this has ever reached the United States, except far from the mainstream. In the context of the Drug War, however, some notice has been taken. An editorial in the Miami Herald on ""Costa Rica\'s anguish"" cites the comments by Sylvia Porras quoted above on the effects of U.S. military training, which has changed the ""psychological profile"" of the civilian police, turning them to ""a camouflaged army."" The judgment is not ""hyperbole,"" the editorial concludes, attributing the rapid growth of the army and the recent killing of civilians by the security forces to the Nicaraguan conflict and the drug war -- but with no mention of U.S. pressures, following the norms of the Free Press.24\n\nGood Intentions Gone Awry\n\nWe may conclude this survey of the triumph of free market capitalism in Central America with a look at Panama, recently liberated by Operation Just Cause.\n\nIn the months following the liberation, the successful affair largely disappeared from view,25 the normal pattern. U.S. goals had been achieved, the triumph had been properly celebrated, and there was little more to say except to record subsequent progress towards freedom, democracy, and good fortune -- or, if that strains credulity, to produce occasional musings on how the best of intentions go awry when we have such poor human material to work with.\n\nCentral American sources continued to give considerable attention to the impact of the invasion on civilians, but they were ignored in the occasional reviews of the matter here. New York Times correspondent Larry Rohter devoted a column to casualty estimates on April 1, citing figures as high as 673 killed, and adding that higher figures, which he attributes only to Ramsey Clark, are ""widely rejected"" in Panama. He found Panamanian witnesses who described U.S. military actions as restrained, but none with less happy tales.26\n\nAmong the many readily accessible sources deemed unworthy of mention in the Times and the media generally, we find such examples as the following.\n\nThe Mexican press reported that two Catholic Bishops estimated deaths at perhaps 3000. Hospitals and nongovernmental human rights groups estimated deaths at over 2000.27\n\nA joint delegation of the Costa Rica-based Central American Human Rights Commission CODEHUCA and the Panamanian Human Rights Commission CONADEHUPA published the report of its January 20-30 inquiry, based on numerous interviews. It concluded that ""the human costs of the invasion are substantially higher than the official U.S. figures"" of 202 civilians killed, reaching 2-3000 according to ""conservative estimates."" Eyewitnesses interviewed in the urban slums report that U.S. helicopters aimed their fire at buildings with only civilian occupants, that a U.S. tank destroyed a public bus killing 26 passengers, that civilian residences were burned to the ground with many apartments destroyed and many killed, that U.S. troops shot at ambulances and killed wounded, some with bayonets, and denied access to the Red Cross. The Catholic and Episcopal Churches gave estimates of 3000 dead as ""conservative."" Civilians were illegally detained, particularly union leaders and those considered ""in opposition to the invasion or nationalistic."" ""All the residences and offices of the political sectors that oppose the invasion have been searched and much of them have been destroyed and their valuables stolen."" The U.S. imposed severe censorship. Human rights violations under Noriega had been ""unacceptably high,"" the report continues, though of course ""mild compared with the record of U.S.-supported regimes in Guatemala and El Salvador."" But the U.S invasion ""caused an unprecedented level of deaths, suffering, and human rights abuses in Panama."" The title of the report is: ""Panama: More than an invasion, ...a massacre.""28\n\nSince its topic is not Kuwait, the report passed without notice here.\n\nSources at the University of Panama estimated at least 5000 dead; the head of the School of Public Administration at the University condemned the U.S. army\'s ""iron control [which] will not allow access to any Panamian institution to find out the correct number of casualties.""29\n\nPhysicians for Human Rights, with the concurrence of Americas Watch, reached tentative casualty figures higher than those given by the Pentagon but well below those of COHUDECA-CONADEHUPA and others in Panama. Their estimate is about 300 civilians killed. Americas Watch also gives a ""conservative estimate"" of at least 3000 wounded, concluding further that civilian deaths were four times as great as military deaths in Panama, and over ten times as high as U.S. casualties officially given as 23; the U.S. military estimated civilian deaths at 202. They ask: ""How does `surgical operation\' result in almost ten civilians killed by official U.S. count for every American military casualty?"" By September, the count of bodies exhumed from several of the mass graves had passed 600.30\n\nExcavation of mass graves meanwhile continues. By September, the count of bodies found in these graves alone had reached well over 600.31\n\nThe COHUDECA-CONADEHUPA report emphasizes that a great deal is uncertain, because of the violent circumstances, the incineration of bodies, and the lack of records for persons buried in common graves without having reached morgues or hospitals, according to eyewitnesses. note: See CODEHUCA letter to Americas Watch, June 5, 1990, commenting on the Americas Watch report.} Its reports, and the many others of which a few have been cited here, may or may not be accurate. A media decision to ignore them, however, reflects not professional standards but a commitment to power.\n\nOn September 30, some of this information finally broke into the mainstream media in a television report by CBS news ""60 minutes"".32 Pictures of mass graves were shown, and a Panamanian woman who had worked for months to have a few of them opened and the remains identified, exhausting her own resources in the process, estimated civilian deaths at perhaps 4000. The CBS investigation also revealed new information: secret U.S. army reports estimating 1000 civilians killed -- not the 202 that were officially reported -- and urging that damage claims not be considered because the number might mount too high. There was also a rare report of thousands of Panamanians protesting against the U.S. invasion and occupation.\n\nWhile Larry Rohter\'s visits to the slums destroyed by U.S. bombardment located only celebrants, or critics of U.S. ""insensitivity"" at worst, others found a rather different picture. Mexico\'s leading newspaper reported in April that Rafael Olivardia, refugee spokesman for the 15,000 refugees of the devastated El Chorrillo neighborhood, ""said that the El bloodbath\' during and after saw North American tanks roll over the dead\' during the invasion that left a total of more than 2000 dead and thousands injured, according to unofficial figures."" ""You only live once,"" Olivardia said, ""and if you must die fighting for an adequate home, then the U.S. soldiers should complete the task they began"" on December 20.\n\nThe Spanish language press in the United States was less celebratory and deferential than its colleagues. Vicky Pelaez reports from Panama that ""the entire world continues in ignorance about how the thousands of victims of the Northamerican invasion of Panama died and what kinds of weapons were used, because the Attorney-General of the country refuses to permit investigation of the bodies buried in the common graves."" An accompanying photo shows workmen exhuming corpses from a grave containing ""almost 200 victims of the invasion."" Quoting a woman who found the body of her murdered father, Pelaez reports that ""just like the woman vox populi\' in Panama that the Northamericans used completely unknown armaments during the 20 December invasion."" Olga Mejia, President of Panamanian Human Rights, informed the journal that ""They converted Panama into a laboratory of horror. Here, they first experimented with methods of economic strangulation; then they successfully used a campaign of disinformation at the international level. But it was in the application of the most modern war technology that they demonstrated infernal mastery."" The CODEHUCA-CONADEHUPA report also alleges that ""the U.S. Army used highly sophisticated weapons -- some for the first time in combat -- against unarmed civilian populations,"" and ""in many cases no distinction was made between civilian and military targets.""33\n\nOne case of ""highly sophisticated weapons"" did receive some attention. F-117A stealth fighters were used in combat for the first time, dropping 2000-lb. bombs with time-delay mechanisms in a large open field near an airstrip and barracks that housed an elite PDF battalion. The Air Force had kept this plane under close wraps, refusing to release cost or performance data about it. ""There were conflicting reports as to the rationale for employing the sophisticated aircraft, which cost nearly $50 million apiece, to conduct what appeared to be a simple operation,"" Aviation Week & Space Technology reported. The Panamanian air force has no fighters and no military aircraft were stationed permanently at the base that was attacked. Its only known air defenses ""were a pair of aging small caliber antiaircraft guns."" An American aeronautical engineering consultant and charter operator in Panama said he was ""astonished"" to learn of the use of the F-117A, pointing out that the target attacked did not even have radar: ""They could have bombed it with any other aircraft and not been noticed."" The aerospace journal cites Defense Secretary Dick Cheney\'s claim that the aircraft were used ""because of its great accuracy,"" then suggesting its own answer to the puzzle: ""By demonstrating the F-117A\'s capability to operate in low-intensity conflicts, as well as its intended mission to attack heavily defended Soviet targets, the operation can be used by the Air Force to justify the huge investment made in stealth technology"" to ""an increasingly skeptical Congress.""34\n\nA similar conclusion was reached, more broadly, by Col. Ret. David Hackworth, a former combat commander who is one of the nation\'s most decorated soldiers. He described the Panama operation as technically efficient, though in his judgment ""100 Special Forces guys"" would have sufficed to capture Noriega, and ""this big operation was a Pentagon attempt to impress Congress just when they\'re starting to cut back on the military."" Other evidence lends credibility to these suggestions, including the White House National Security Strategy report presented to Congress in March 1990.35\n\nIf these were indeed among the motives for the exercise, they may have suffered a slight setback when it turned out that one of the stealth fighter-bombers had missed its undefended target by more than 300 yards, despite its ""great accuracy."" Defense Secretary Cheney ordered an inquiry.36\n\nThe nature of the U.S. victory became clearer, along predictable lines, in the following months. Its character is described by Andres Oppenheimer in the Miami Herald in June, under the heading ""Panama Flirts with Economic Recovery"" -- that is, recovery from the depths to which it was plunged by illegal U.S. economic warfare, then invasion and occupation. But there is a qualification: ""Six months after the U.S. invasion, Panama is showing signs of growing prosperity -- at least for the largely white-skinned business class that has regained its influence after more than two decades of military rule,"" the small minority of important people. The luxury shops are again full of goods, and ""Panama\'s nightlife is also perking up"" as ""foreign tourists, mostly U.S. businessmen, can be seen most evenings sipping martinis in the lobbies of the biggest hotels,"" which are sometimes ""booked solid -- a contrast to the moribund atmosphere there before the invasion."" Newspapers are filled with ads from department stores, banks, and insurance firms. ""The upper class and the middle classes are doing great,"" a Western European diplomat observes: ""They had the money in U.S. bank accounts and are bringing it back to the country. But the poor are in bad shape, because the government is bankrupt and can\'t help them."" ""The Catholic Church has begun to denounce what it sees as a lack of government concern for the poor,"" Oppenheimer continues. An editorial in a Church weekly ""lashed out at authorities for devoting their energies to helping the private sector while breaking their original promises not to fire low-income public workers.""37\n\nChalk up another victory for capitalism and democracy.\n\nOn August 2, the Catholic bishops of Panama issued a pastoral letter condemning U.S. ""interference in the country\'s internal affairs"" and denouncing the December invasion as ""a veritable tragedy in the annals of the country\'s history."" The statement also condemned Washington\'s failure to provide aid to the people who continue to suffer from the invasion, and criticized the government for ignoring their plight. Their protest appears in the Guatemala City Central America Report under the heading ""Church Raises Its Voice"" -- though not loudly enough to be heard in Washington and New York. The same report quotes the Mexican daily Excelsior on U.S. military maneuvers in the mountains of Panama, and the high visibility of U.S. troops throughout the capital and other areas of the country.38\n\nIn April, President Endara had appointed a commission the Panamanian Commission for National Reconstruction to deal with the problem of reconstructing the economy that had been devastated by the U.S. economic sanctions, then the invasion and its aftermath. Its report, issued in August, proposed a three-point plan: a truce, political amnesty, and the end of ""occupation of the State and its territory"" by U.S. troops. Special emphasis was placed on the consequences of the U.S. invasion, and the demand for the end to the military occupation and reestablishment of Panamanian sovereignty.39\n\nIn the British journal Race and Class, Joy James reviews some relevant history. The White European sector, which owns most of the land and resources, is estimated at about 8% of the population. The ""two decades of military rule"" to which the Miami Herald refers had some other characteristics as well. The Torrijo dictatorship had a populist character, which largely ended after his death in 1981 in an airplane accident with various charges about the cause, and the subsequent Noriega takeover. During this period, Blacks, Mestizo, and Indigenous Panamanians gained their first share of power, and economic and land reforms were undertaken. In these two decades, infant mortality declined from 40% to less than 20% and life expectancy increased by nine years. New hospitals, health centers, houses, schools and universities were built, and more doctors, nurses and teachers were trained. Indigenous communities were granted autonomy and protection for their traditional lands, to an extent unmatched in the hemisphere. For the first time, Panama moved to an independent foreign policy, still alive in the 1980s to an extent, as Panama participated in the Contadora peace efforts one of the main reasons why Noriega was transmuted from good guy to devil. The Canal Treaty was signed in 1977, theoretically awarding control over the Canal to Panama by the year 2000, though the prospects are doubtful. The Reagan administration took the position that ""when the Carter-Torrijos treaties are being renegotiated"" -- an eventuality taken for granted -- ""the prolongation of the US military presence in the Panama Canal area till well after the year 2000 should be brought up for discussion"" State Department.40\n\nThe post-invasion moves to place Panamanian military forces under U.S. control may be motivated by more than just the normal commitment to this doctrine. It will probably be argued that Panama is not in a position to defend the Canal as the Treaty requires, so that U.S. bases must be retained.\n\nThe U.S. sanctions largely dismantled the reforms of the Torrijo period. Poverty rose rapidly, and the unions virtually collapsed. The invasion and the U.S. post-invasion rule are likely to administer the coup de grace to these populist efforts.\n\nIn August, government economists warned that more than 300,000 Panamanians are unemployed or underemployed, some 40% of the population. One leading economist and former high government planning official reported that 44% of the population lives in poverty, 24% in ""extreme poverty,"" and that 93,800 infants and pre-school children live ""in misery,"" while 35% of infants are malnourished. To check rising unemployment, he estimates, 190,000 jobs new jobs will be needed this year alone.41\n\nThe problems faced by the usual victims are described out of the mainstream by labor journalist Daphne Wysham. She reports that the U.S. invasion virtually completed the destruction of the Panamanian trade unions. The general secretary of the Inter-American Regional Organization of Workers ORIT, Luis Anderson, condemned the invading troops for arresting three top Panamanian labor leaders. ""Many union offices have been raided and sacked. The journalists union has been banned."" These steps by the occupying forces are part of a more general attack on independent politics. In an interview before the invasion, one Panamian labor leader later detained by U.S. troops reported that he and other union leaders were informed by the State Department that they were on a list of people who would be eliminated if they didn\'t ""get their feet in support of the opposition"" to Noriega. Union activists interviewed by Joy James report similar pre-invasion threats by the AFL-CIO, which, they say, is now working to create a new ""parallel organization"" that will be better-behaved, following its traditional union-busting policies..\n\nTeresa Guttierez, a spokesperson for former U.S. Attorney-General Ramsey Clark, who heads a Panamanian inquiry commission, reports that new labor laws disallow the right to hold union meetings, the right to protest, and the right to strike, and that trade unionists are rounded up on a regular basis and held without charges.42\n\nThe same picture emerges from the occasional reports in the mainstream media. Pamela Constable reports that ""bankers and business owners"" find that things are looking up, though ""a mood of anger and desperation permeates the underclass"" in ""the blighted shantytowns."" Vice-president Guillermo Ford says that ""The stores have reopened 100 percent, and the private sector is very enthusiastic. I think we\'re on the road to a very solid future."" Under his ""proposed recovery program,"" public enterprises would be sold off, ""the labor code would be revised to allow easier dismissal of workers and tax-free export factories would be set up to lure foreign capital.""\n\nBusiness leaders ""are bullish on Ford\'s ideas,"" Constable continues. In contrast, ""Labor unions are understandably wary of these proposals,"" but ""their power has become almost negligible"" with ""massive dismissals of public workers who supported Noriega and the unprecedented jobless rate."" The U.S. emergency aid package approved by Congress is intended largely ""to make back payments on Panama\'s foreign debt and shore up its creditworthiness with foreign lending institutions""; in translation: it is a taxpayer subsidy to international banks, foreign investors, and the important people in Panama. The thousands of refugees from El Chorillo, now living in what some of them call ""a concentration camp,"" will not be returning to the devastated slum. The original owners, who had long wanted ""to transform this prime piece of real estate into a posher district,"" may now be able to do so. Noriega had stood in the way of these plans, allowing the poor to occupy housing there rent-free. But by bombing the neighborhood into rubble and then levelling the charred ruins with bulldozers, U.S. forces overcame ""that ticklish legal and human obstacle"" to these intentions, Constable reports.43\n\nWith unemployment skyrocketing, nearly half the population cannot meet essential food needs. Crime has quadrupled. Aid is designated for businesses and foreign banks debt repayment. It could be called the ""Central Americanization"" of Panama, correspondent Brook Larmer aptly observes in the Christian Science Monitor.44\n\nThe U.S. occupying forces continue to leave little to chance. The Mexican journal Excelsior reports that the U.S. forces have established direct control over ministries and public institutions. According to an organization chart leaked to the journal by political and diplomatic sources, U.S. controls extend to all provinces, the Indian community, the Town Halls of the ten major cities, and the regional police offices. ""Washington\'s objective is to have a strategic network in this country to permanently control all the actions and decisions of the government."" With the establishment of this ""parallel government"" closely controlling all decision-making, ""things have returned to the way they were before 1968 in Panama."" The journal scheduled an interview with President Endara to discuss the matter, but it was cancelled without explanation.45\n\nThe report provides extensive details, including names of U.S. officials and the tasks assigned them in the organization chart. All of this could easily be checked by U.S. reporters, if home offices were interested. They are not. ""The information that we reveal here,"" Excelsior reports, ""is supposed to be known only to very restricted groups"" -- not including the U.S. public.\n\nThe regime put in power is to be a well-behaved puppet, with no populist heresies or thoughts of independence. That is the firm policy goal. It might well have been the policy goal of Saddam Hussein in Kuwait, had international sanctions not been applied in outrage over his nefarious aggression. The efficient way, after all, is to rule through locals who can be trusted, with ample force on the ready, just in case.\n\nThe occupying forces are not only dedicated to restoring the rule of the traditional European oligarchy and its foreign associates, but also to ensuring that the project is not troubled by such irritants as freedom of expression. Excelsior reports that ""United States intelligence services exercise control not only over local information media but also over international news agencies,"" according to the president of the Journalist Union of Panama. He adds that the goal is to make the world believe that there is freedom and democracy, whereas in reality broadcast stations have been taken over and placed ""in custody"" and dozens of journalists have been fired. An opposition activist alleges that the first Panamanian publishing company, ERSA, with three daily papers, was occupied by U.S. tanks and security forces ""in order to turn it over to a businessman who had lost it in a lawsuit,"" a member of an oligarchical family that ""favors the interventionist line of the United States.""46\n\nAccording to Ramsey Clark\'s Independent Commission of Inquiry, the offices of the daily La Republica ""were ransacked and looted by U.S. troops the day after the newspaper reported on the large number of deaths caused by the U.S. invasion."" Its editor was arrested and held for six weeks by U.S. troops, then sent to a Panamanian prison without charges. The publisher of one of the few opposition voices was arrested in March on charges of alleged misconduct when he was a government minister, and the government closed a radio station for broadcasting editorials critical of the U.S. invasion and the government it established.47\n\nMiguel Antonio Bernal, a leading Panamanian intellectual and anti-Noriega activist, writes that ""freedom of press is again under siege in Panama."" Vice-president Ricardo Arias Calderon has proposed a new law to restrict press criticism of the government, saying that ""We will not tolerate criticism."" He has also urged stockholders of Panama\'s largest newspaper, La Prensa, to fire its editor and founder Roberto Eisenman because of the journal\'s criticism of the government, and has called on members of his Christian Democratic Party to work for Eisenman\'s ouster. Describing such acts, the increasing terror, and the reconstruction of the military with Noriega associates who were implicated in drug running and corruption, Bernal asks why the U.S. is ""turning the same blind eye"" as in the past to these developments.48\n\nBernal\'s question is surely rhetorical. Latin Americans know the answer very well, though the question could hardly be addressed in the fanatically ideological intellectual culture to the North.\n\nNot only the military, but the bankers and businessmen restored to power in the December invasion as well had close links to the drug trade. Justice Department and Senate inquiries had identified Panamanian banks as major conduits for drug money in the early 1980s, when Noriega was still a great friend, and high officials of the new government, including President Endara, were closely involved with banks charged with money laundering as directors or in other ways. In September, the U.S. Embassy ""implicated President Endara in a money laundering scheme"" Central America Report, Guatemala. DEA officials accused 7 Panamanian banks of laundering drug money and protecting the accounts of drug-traffickers, including the Interbanco, directed by Endara until he took over the presidency in January 1990, which was charged with protecting millions of dollars belonging to Colombian druglord Gonzalo Rodriguez Gacha since killed. U.S. Ambassador Hinton charged further that the ""Colombian mafia"" continues to use Panama for drug shipment to Europe and the United States. At the heart of the controversy is a U.S. demand for access to information about bank depositors in Panama, which the financial community there claims would undermine the international banking sector by eliminating confidentiality and might be used for the U.S. for its own purposes under a drug cover. The alleged U.S. concerns about drug trafficking might be a bit more credible if we were to witness raids by Delta Force on the executive headquarters of the U.S. corporations that supply the drug cartel with the chemicals they need for cocaine production -- or if the U.S. government were not applying strong pressures on Asian countries to remove barriers on advertising and marketing of lethal addictive drugs produced in the United States tobacco, a far worse killer than cocaine.49\n\nThose not restricted to the quality press here will also learn that President Endara\'s government received ""one of its worst diplomatic setbacks"" on March 30, when it was formally ousted from the Group of Eight now Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Mexico, Peru, Uruguay, Venezuela, what are considered the major Latin American democracies. Panama had been suspended from the group in 1988 in reaction to Noriega\'s repression, and with the further deterioration of the political climate under foreign occupation, Panama was ousted permanently at the March meeting of foreign ministers. The Group of Eight, now Seven, issued a resolution stating that ""the process of democratic legitimation in Panama requires popular consideration without foreign interference, that guarantees the full right of the people to freely choose their governments."" The resolution also indicated that the operations of the U.S. military are affecting Panama\'s sovereignty and independence as well as the legality of the Endara government. This decision extends the pattern of strong Latin American opposition to the earlier U.S. measures against Panama and the invasion, from the outset, when the Organization of American States condemned U.S. moves by a vote of 17-1 U.S. opposed in July 1987. As the media here barely noted, President Endara\'s inaugural address four weeks after the invasion was boycotted by virtually all Latin American ambassadors.50\n\nThe Washington-media position is that the Endara government is legitimate, having won the 1989 elections that were stolen by Noriega. Latin American opinion commonly takes a different view.\n\nIn 1989, Endara was running against Noriega, with extensive U.S. backing, open and covert. Furthermore, the elections were conducted under conditions caused by the illegal U.S. economic warfare that was demolishing the economy. The United States was therefore holding a whip over the electorate. For that reason alone the elections were far from free and uncoerced, by any sensible standards. Today, the political scene is quite different -- or would be, if the U.S. were to tolerate political activity and free expression. On these grounds, there would be every reason to organize a new election, contrary to the wishes of Endara and his U.S. sponsors. Polls in Panama show that over half the population would vote for a new party or new alliance if elections were to be permitted.51 The official position is offered by Michael Massing in the New York Review of Books. Reporting from Panama, he writes that Endara\'s willingness to ""go along"" with the U.S. request that he assume the presidency ""has caused the leaders of some Latin American countries, such as Peru, to question his legitimacy."" ""The Panamanians themselves, however, have few such qualms,"" because his ""clear victory"" in the 1989 election ""provided Endara with all the credentials he needs."" Citation of Peru for dragging its feet is a deft move, since President Garcia was an official enemy of the U.S. who had been recalcitrant about Nicaragua, had restricted debt payment, and in general failed to observe proper standards; best to overlook the rest of the Group of Eight, however, among ""some Latin American countries."" As for the views of ""the Panamanians themselves,"" no further indication is given as to how this information was obtained.52\n\nMassing reports on the police raids in poor neighborhoods, the protests of homeless and hungry people demanding jobs and housing, the reconstruction of Noriega\'s PDF, the restoration of the oligarchy with a ""successful corporate lawyer"" at the head of a government ""largely made up of businessmen,"" who receive U.S. corporate visitors sponsored by OPIC which ensures U.S. investments abroad ""as if they were visiting heads of state."" The business climate is again ""attractive"" in this ""land ruled by merchants, marketers, and moneylenders."" ""The government is drafting plans to revive Panama\'s banking industry, relax its labor laws, expand the free trade zone, and attract foreign investors,"" and to privatize state enterprises and ""radically cut public spending.""\n\nDrawn from the ""tiny white elite"" of under 10% of the population, the government has been accused of ""wanting to turn the clock back to 1968, when a small rich group ruled the country"" -- namely, exactly the group now restored to power. But ""the charge is unfair,"" Massing comments -- much like the charge that the conservative populists swept into office in the democratic wave of free elections in Central America might have something on their minds other than helping the poor when they opt for a trickle-down strategy. The proof that the charge is unfair, Massing explains, is that when employees from Air Panama fearful of losing their jobs held a vigil outside his office, President Endara ""sent them coffee and made a point of talking with them."" What is more, while fasting in the Cathedral in an effort to expedite U.S. aid or to lose weight, some unkind locals quipped, ""he invited striking sanitation workers in for a chat and eventually negotiated a settlement."" Furthermore, Vice-President Arias Calderon has said that he wants the government to correct disparities created by the market. True, no projects that might illustrate these plans ""are in the works"" and the Endara government ""opposes the idea"" of using U.S. aid for such purposes, ""determined to leave virtually everything to the private sector."" But that proves nothing, in the face of the powerful evidence showing that ""the charge is unfair,"" just reviewed in its entirety.\n\nMassing is not pleased with the outcome, particularly, the restoration of Noriega\'s PDF, ""despite all the good intentions"" of the United States taken as given, in accordance with the norms of the intellectual culture, and its efforts ""to atone for its past misbehavior."" The problem does not lie in the U.S. military aid programs, which have trained security forces that ""have been guilty of horrible excesses"" in El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, and Noriega\'s Panama and other cases unmentioned. Rather, the problem lies in what the U.S. ""had to work with."" It\'s those folks who are bad, not us, please.\n\nThe consistent effects of our military training, the policies of which it is a part, the documentary record explaining the reasons -- all may be put aside, irrelevant, along with all of history. We are always willing to admit that there were aberrations in the past. But at every moment of time, we have changed course and put the errors of the past behind us.\n\nWe are Good, our intentions are Good. Period.\n\n\n\nPart II\n\nJanuary, 1991\n\nThe first part of this series Z, November opened with the conventional interpretation of the past decade: the U.S. won the Cold War, a victory for the forces of righteousness. We then turned to the question that would at once come to the mind of anyone apart from the most fanatic ideologue: How are the victors faring at this historic moment, as they celebrate their triumph? We looked first at those who should be the most overjoyed because of their unusual good fortune: our ""little brown brothers"" in Central America and Panama, who have long been under the protective wing of the leader of the crusade, becoming a foreign policy obsession in the past decade. The conditions of their existence help us understand why the obvious questions about the Grand Victory of democracy and free market capitalism are so scrupulously avoided in polite and cultivated circles. Needless to say, the beneficiaries of our solicitude have some thoughts of their own about these matters. We will turn in the final section to their interpretation of the triumph of capitalism and freedom, and the nobility of their protector -- thoughts that do not penetrate the well-disciplined commissar culture at home.\n\nLet us now extend the survey to other regions where the virtuous leaders of the crusade for freedom and justice have long held sway and have thus been able to realize their noble objectives with no more than marginal interference from Communists and other evil forces, beginning with the rest of Latin America.\n\nThe Fruits Of Victory: Latin America\n\nA World Bank study in 1982 estimated that ""40 percent of households in Latin America live in poverty, meaning that they cannot purchase the minimum basket of goods required for the satisfaction of their basic needs, and...20 percent of all households live in destitution, meaning that they lack the means of buying even the food that would provide them with a minimally adequate diet."" The situation became far worse through the victorious 1980s, largely because of the huge export of capital to the West. From 1982 to 1987 this amounted to about $250 billion, 25 times the total value of the Alliance for Progress and 15 times the Marshall Plan. The Bank for International Settlements in Switzerland estimates that between 1978 and 1987, some $170 billion in flight capital left Latin America, not including money hidden by falsified trade transactions. The New York Times cites another estimate that anonymous capital flows, including drug money and flight capital, total $600 billion to $800 billion.\n\nThis huge hemorrhage is part of a complicated system whereby Western banks and Latin American elites enrich themselves at the expense of the general population of Latin America, which is saddled with the ""debt crisis"" that results from these manipulations, and of taxpayers in the Western countries who are ultimately called upon to foot part of the bill. These are among the triumphs of free market capitalism that we now celebrate -- apart from a few perpetual complainers who are ""as welcome as gnats at a nudist party,"" a New York Times reviewer comments, referring to Murray Bookchin.\n\nSpeaking in Washington in preparation for the 1989 General Assembly of the OAS, which he headed, Brazilian President Soares described the 1980s as a ""lost decade"" for Latin America, with falling personal income and general economic stagnation or decline. In 1988 average income had fallen to the level of 1978. There was a further decline in 1989, and the export of capital continued in a flood, the UN Economic Commission for Latin America and the Caribbean reported.\n\nAccording to World Bank figures, average per capita income in Argentina fell from $1,990 in 1980 to $1,630 in 1988. Mexico\'s GNP declined for seven straight years. Real wages in Venezuela has fallen by a third since 1981, to the 1964 level. Argentina allotted 20 percent of its budget to education in 1972, 6 percent in 1986. David Felix, a leading specialist on Latin American economics, writes that per capita output and real investment per worker declined sharply in the 1980s, the latter falling to below 1970 levels in most of the heavily indebted countries, where urban real wages are in many cases 20 percent to 40 percent below 1980 levels, even below 1970 levels. The brain drain quickened and physical and human capital per head shrank because of the decline of public and private investment and collapse of infrastructure. Much of the sharp deterioration of the 1980s, Felix and others conclude, can be traced to the free-market restructuring imposed by the industrial powers.\n\nMexicans continue to flee to the United States for survival, and macabre stories abound, some hard to believe but important for what they indicate about the prevailing mood. Reporting the annual meeting of the Border Commission on Human Rights in Mexico, Mexico\'s leading daily Excelsior alleges that actions of the U.S. Border Patrol cause the drowning of persons seeking to cross the river to the United States. A representative of the regional Human Rights Committee told the session that 1,000 people had disappeared without a trace after leaving their homes to enter the U.S. illegally. She ""also added that the disappearance or theft of women for the extraction of organs for use in transplants in the U.S. is common."" Others reported torture, high rates of cancer from chemicals used in the maquiladora industries mainly subsidiaries of transnationals supplying U.S. factories, secret prisons, kidnapping, and other horror stories. The journal also reports a study by environmental groups, presented to President Salinas, claiming that 100,000 children die every year as a result of pollution in the Mexico City area, along with millions suffering from pollution-induced disease, which has reduced life expectancy by an estimated 10 years. The ""main culprit"" is the emissions of lead and sulfur from operations of the national petrochemical company Pemex, which is free from the controls imposed elsewhere -- one of the advantages of Third World production that is not lost on investors.\n\nThe Mexican Secretariat of Urban Development and the Environment described the situation as ""truly catastrophic,"" Excelsior reports further, estimating that less than 10 percent of Mexican territory is able to support ""minimally productive agriculture"" because of environmental degradation, while water resources are hazardously low. Many areas are turning into ""a real museum of horrors"" from pollution because of the blind pursuit of profits on the part of national and international private capital. The Secretariat estimates further that more than 90 percent of industry in the Valley of Mexico, where there are more than 30,000 plants, violate global standards, and in the chemical industry, more than half the labor force suffers irreversible damage to the respiratory system.\n\nMaude Barlow, chairperson of a Canadian study group, reports the results of their inquiry into maquiladoras ""built by Fortune 500 to take advantage of a desperate people,"" for profits hard to match elsewhere. They found factories full of teenage girls, some 14-years-old, ""working at eye-damaging, numbingly repetitive work"" for wages ""well below what is required for even a minimum standard of living."" Corporations commonly send the most dangerous jobs here because standards on chemicals are ""lax or non-existent."" ""In one plant,"" she writes, ""we all experienced headaches and nausea from spending an hour on the assembly line"" and ""we saw young girls working beside open vats of toxic waste, with no protective face covering."" Unions are barred, and there is an ample reserve army of desperate people ready to take the place of any who ""are not happy, or fall behind in quotas, or become ill or pregnant."" The delegation ""took pictures of a lagoon of black, bubbling toxic waste dumped by plants in an industrial park,"" following it to ""where it met untreated raw sewage and turned into a small river running past squatters\' camps where children covered in sores drank Pepsi Cola from baby bottles to empty into the Tijuana River.""\n\nIt is more fashionable to bemoan the environmental and human catastrophes of Eastern Europe, the results of an evil system now happily overcome in a victory for our humane values.\n\nColombia is another success story of capitalist democracy, flawed only by the drug cartels -- and for some of those gnats who still fail to appreciate the wonders of our system, by such marginal problems as the murder of ""subversives"" -- such as 1,000 members of the leading opposition party and 3 of its presidential candidates -- by death squads in league with the security forces.\n\nThere is also a background, though one would be hard put to find a discussion of it in recent commentary on U.S. efforts to aid the Colombian military in the ""war against drugs."" The topic is addressed in a discussion of human rights in Colombia by Alfredo Vasquez Carrizosa, president of the Colombian Permanent Committee for Human Rights. ""Behind the facade of a constitutional regime,"" he observes, ""we have a militarized society under the state of siege provided"" by the 1886 Constitution. The Constitution grants a wide range of rights, but they have no relation to reality. ""In this context poverty and insufficient land reform have made Colombia one of the most tragic countries of Latin America."" Land reform, which ""has practically been a myth,"" was legislated in 1961, but ""has yet to be implemented, as it is opposed by landowners, who have had the power to stop it"" -- again, no defect of `\'democracy,"" by Western standards. The result of the prevailing misery has been violence, including la Violencia of the 1940s and 1950s, which took hundreds of thousands of lives. ""This violence has been caused not by any mass indoctrination, but by the dual structure of a prosperous minority and an impoverished, excluded majority, with great differences in political participation,"" the familiar story.\n\nThe story has another familiar thread. ""But in addition to internal factors,"" Vasquez Carrizosa continues, ""violence has been exacerbated by external factors. In the 1960s the United States, during the Kennedy administration, took great pains to transform our regular armies into counterinsurgency brigades, accepting the new strategy of the death squads."" These Kennedy initiatives ""ushered in what is known in Latin America as the National Security Doctrine, ...not defense against an external enemy, but a way to make the military establishment the masters of the game... [with] the right to combat the internal enemy, as set forth in the Brazilian doctrine, the Argentine doctrine, the Uruguayan doctrine, and the Colombian doctrine: it is the right to fight and to exterminate social workers, trade unionists, men and women who are not supportive of the establishment, and who are assumed to be communist extremists. And this could mean anyone, including human rights activists such as myself.""\n\nA study by Evan Vallianatos of the U.S. government Office of Technology Assessment amplifies the dimensions of the victory of capitalist democracy here. ""Colombia\'s twentieth century history is above all stained in the blood of the peasant poor,"" he writes, reviewing the gruesome record of atrocities and massacre to keep the mass of the population in its place. The U.S. Aid program, the Ford Foundation, and others have sought to deal with the plight of the rural population ""by refining the largely discredited trickle-down technology and knowledge transfer process,"" investing in the elite and trusting in ""competition, private property, and the mechanism of the free market"" -- a system in which ""the big fish eats the small one,"" as one poor farmer observes. These policies have made the dreadful conditions still worse, creating ""the most gross inequalities that the beast in man has made possible."" It is not only the rural poor who have suffered beyond endurance. To illustrate the kind of development fostered by the multinational corporations and the technocrats, Vallianatos offers the example of the small industrial city of Yumbo, ""rapidly becoming unfit for human habitation"" because of uncontrolled pollution, decay, and ""corrosive slums"" in which ""the town\'s spent humanity has all but given up.""\n\nAnother victory for our side.\n\nBrazil is another country with rich resources and potential, long subject to European influence, then U.S. intervention, primarily since the Kennedy years. We cannot, however, simply speak of ""Brazil."" There are two very different Brazils. In a major scholarly study of the Brazilian economy, Peter Evans writes that ""the fundamental conflict in Brazil is between the 1, or perhaps 5, percent of the population that comprises the elite and the 80 percent that has been left out of the `Brazilian model\' of development."" The Brazilian journal Veja reports on these two Brazils, the first modern and westernized, the second sunk in the deepest misery. Seventy percent of the population consumes fewer calories than Iranians, Mexicans, or Paraguayans. Over half the population have family incomes below the minimum wage. For 40 percent of the population, the median annual salary is $287, while inflation skyrockets and necessities are beyond reach. A World Bank report on the Brazilian educational system compares it unfavorably to Ethiopia and Pakistan, with a dropout rate of 80 percent in primary school, growing illiteracy, and falling budgets. The Ministry of Education reports that the government spends over a third of the education budget on school meals, because most of the students will either eat at school or not at all.\n\nThe journal South, which describes itself as ""The Business Magazine of the Developing World,"" reports on Brazil under the heading ""The Underside of Paradise."" A country with enormous wealth, no security concerns, a relatively homogeneous population, and a favorable climate, Brazil nevertheless has problems: ""The problem is that this cornucopia is inhabited by a population enduring social conditions among the worst in the world. Two-thirds do not get enough to eat. Brazil has a higher infant mortality rate than Sri Lanka, a higher illiteracy rate than Paraguay, and worse social indicators than many far poorer African countries. Fewer children finish first-grade school than in Ethiopia, fewer are vaccinated than in Tanzania and Botswana. Thirty-two percent of the population lives below the poverty line. Seven million abandoned children beg, steal and sniff glue on the streets. For scores of millions, home is a shack in a slum, a room in the inner city, or increasingly, a patch of ground under a bridge.""\n\nThe share of the poorer classes in the national income is ""steadily falling, giving Brazil probably the highest concentration of income in the world."" It has no progressive income tax or capital gains tax, but it does have galloping inflation and a huge foreign debt, while participating in a ""Marshall Plan in reverse,"" in the words of former President Jose Samey, referring to debt payments.\n\nFor three-quarters of the population of this cornucopia, the conditions of Eastern Europe are dreams beyond reach, another triumph of the Free World.\n\nA UN ""Report on Human Development"" ranks Brazil, with the world\'s eighth-largest economy, in 80th place in general welfare as measured by education, health, and hygiene, near Albania, Paraguay, and Thailand. The UN Food and Agriculture Organization FAO announced on October 18 that more than 40 percent of the population almost 53 million people are hungry. The Brazilian Health Ministry estimates that 840,000 children aged 1-4 and 420,000 newborns will die of hunger this year.\n\nHere too it is widely alleged that babies are sacrificed for organ banks, a belief that can hardly be true but that reveals much about the conditions under which it can take root. The Honduran press reported that Brazilian babies had been rescued from a gang that ""intended to sacrifice them to organ banks in the United States, according to a charge in the courts."" Brazil\'s Justice Ministry ordered federal police to investigate allegations that adopted children are being used for organ transplants in Europe, a practice ""known to exist in Mexico and Thailand,"" the London Guardian reports, adding that ""handicapped children are said to be preferred for transplant operations"" and reviewing the process by which children in Brazil are kidnapped, ""disappeared,"" or given up by impoverished mothers, then adopted or used for transplants.\n\nIt would only be fair to add that the authorities are concerned with the mounting problem of homeless and starving children and are trying to reduce their numbers. Amnesty International reports that death squads, often run by the police, are killing street children at a rate of about one a day, while ""many more children, forced onto the streets to support their families, are being beaten and tortured by the police"" Reuters, citing AI. ""Poor children in Brazil are treated with contempt by the authorities, risking their lives simply by being on the streets,"" AI alleges. Most of the torture takes place under police custody or in state institutions. There are few complaints by victims or witnesses because of fear of the police, and the few cases that are investigated judicially result in light sentences.\n\nRecall that these are the conditions that hold on the 25th anniversary of ""the single most decisive victory of freedom in the mid-twentieth century"" Kennedy Ambassador Lincoln Gordon, that is, the overthrow of parliamentary democracy by Brazilian generals backed by the United States, which then praised the ""economic miracle"" produced by the neo-Nazi national security state they established. In the months before the generals\' coup, Washington assured its traditional military allies of its support and provided them with aid, because the military was essential to ""the strategy for restraining left-wing excesses"" of the elected Goulart government, Gordon cabled the State Department. The U.S. actively supported the coup, preparing to intervene directly if its help was needed for what Gordon described as the ""democratic rebellion"" of the generals. This ""de facto ouster"" of the elected president was ""a great victory for the free world,"" Gordon reported with joy, adding that it should ""create a greatly improved climate for private investment."" U.S. labor leaders also demanded their proper share of the credit for the overthrow of the parliamentary regime, as the new government placed in power by the generals proceeded to smash the labor movement and subordinate poor and working people to the overriding needs of business interests, primarily foreign. Secretary of State Dean Rusk justified U.S. recognition for the obviously illegal regime on the grounds that ""the succession there occurred as foreseen by the [Brazilian] Constitution,"" which had just been blatantly violated. The U.S. proceeded to provide ample aid as torture and repression mounted, the relics of constitutional Government faded away, and the climate for investors improved under the rule of what Washington hailed as the ""democratic forces.""\n\nThese events in Latin America\'s most powerful state initiated a domino effect throughout the continent, leading to an unprecedented plague of repression under the National Security doctrines crafted by the military and political leaders of the hemisphere and their U.S. advisers.\n\nThe circumstances of the poor in Brazil continue to regress as austerity measures are imposed on the standard International Monetary Fund formula in an effort to deal somehow with this catastrophe of capitalism. The austerity measures initiated by President Collor de Mello were initially described as ""populist,"" harmful mostly to the wealthy. Predictably, reality took a different course. Ken Silverstein reports that half a year after the measures were inaugurated, ""the rich are reassured."" The IMF measures primarily harmed the poor, while wealthy individuals and large companies were able to find ways to enrich themselves by exploiting measures that in theory were devised to impose the main burden on them. A study by the J. Walter Thompson agency concluded that ""Collor\'s policies are not a threat to the wealthy.... The rich are now leading absolutely normal lives"" agency vice-president Celia Chiavolle. Businessmen, bankers, and the U.S. Chamber of Commerce express their pleasure in the course of policy, while ""the working class has been pushed to the wall,"" Silverstein adds, with hundreds of thousands fired and purchasing power reduced to a historic low, well below minimal needs for about half the population.\n\nThe situation is similar in Argentina, where the Christian Democratic Party called on its members to resign from the cabinet in March ""in order not to validate, by their presence in the government, the anti-popular [economic] measures of the regime."" In a further protest over these measures, the Party expelled the current Minister of the Economy. Experts say that the socioeconomic situation has become ""unbearable.""\n\nThe terrible fate of Argentina is addressed in a report in the Washington Post by Eugene Robinson. One of the ten richest countries in the world at the turn of the century, with rich resources and great advantages, Argentina is becoming a Third World country, Robinson observes. About one-third of its 31 million inhabitants live below the poverty line. Some 18,000 children die each year before their first birthday, most from malnutrition and preventable disease The capital, once considered ""the most elegant and European city this side of the Atlantic,"" is ""ringed by a widening belt of shantytowns, called villas miserias, or `miseryvilles,\' where the homes are cobbled- together huts and the sewers are open ditches."" Here too the IMF-style reforms ""have made life even more precarious for the poor""\n\nRobinson\'s article is paired with another entitled ""A Glimpse Into the Lower Depths,"" devoted to a mining town in the Soviet Union Subtitled ""A mining town on the steppes reveals `the whole sick system\',"" the article stresses the comparison to capitalist success. The article on Argentina, however, says nothing about any ""sick system."" The only hint of a reason for the catastrophe in Argentina, or the general ""economic malaise"" in Latin America, is in a statement by a planning minister that ""we destroyed ourselves"" by ""economic mismanagement."" Again the usual pattern: their crimes reveal their evil nature, ours are the result of personal failings and the poor human material with which we are forced to work in the Third World.\n\nDavid Felix concludes that Argentina\'s decline results from ""political factors such as prolonged class warfare and a lack of national commitment on the part of Argentina\'s elite,"" which took advantage of the free-market policies of the murderous military dictatorship that were much admired here. These led to massive redistribution of income towards the wealthy and a sharp fall of per capita income, along with a huge increase in debt as a result of capital flight, tax evasion, and consumption by the rich beneficiaries of the ""sick system"" -- Reaganomics, in essence.\n\nIn oil-rich Venezuela, over 40 percent live in extreme poverty according to official figures, and the food situation is considered ""hyper-critical,"" the Chamber of Food Industries reported in 1989. Malnutrition is so common that it is often not noted in medical histories, according to hospital officials, who warn that ""the future is horrible."" Prostitution has also increased, reaching the level of about 170,000 women or more, according to the Ministry of Health. The Ministry also reports an innovation, beyond the classic prostitution of women of low in-come. Many ""executive secretaries and housewives and college students accompany tourists and executives during a weekend, earning at times up to [about $150] per contact."" Child prostitution is also increasing and is now ""extremely widespread,"" along with child abuse.\n\nBrutal exploitation of women is a standard feature of the ""economic miracles"" in the realms of capitalist democracy. The huge flow of women from impoverished rural areas in Thailand to service the prostitution industry -- one of the success stories of the economic takeoff sparked by the Indochina wars -- is one of the many scandals that escape notice in the admiration for the Free World triumph. The savage conditions of work for young women largely from the rural areas are notorious; >young< women, because few others are capable of enduring the conditions of labor, or survive to continue with it.\n\nChile under the Pinochet dictatorship is another famous success story. Under the heading ""Tyrant\'s `Success\' Leaves 7 of 12 Million Chileans Poor,"" Antonio Garza Morales reports in Excelsior that ""the social cost which has been paid by the Chilean people is the highest in Latin America,"" with the number of poor rising from 1 million after Allende to 7 million today, while the population remained stable at 12 million. Christian Democratic Party leader Senator Anselmo Sule, returned from exile, says that economic growth that benefits 10 percent of the population has been achieved Pinochet\'s official institutions agree, but development has not. Unless the economic disaster for the majority is remedied, ""we are finished,"" he adds. According to David Felix, ""Chile, hit especially hard in the 1982-84 period, is now growing faster than during the preceding decade of the Chicago Boys,"" enthralled by the free market ideology that is, indeed, highly beneficial for some: the wealthy, crucially including foreign investors. Chile\'s recovery, Felix argues, can be traced to ""a combination of severe wage repression by the Pinochet regime, an astutely managed bailout of the bankrupt private sector by the economic team that replaced the discredited Chicago Boys, and access to unusually generous lending by the international financial institutions,"" much impressed by the favorable climate for business operations.\n\nEnvironmental degradation is also a severe problem in Chile. The Chilean journal Apsi devoted a recent issue to the environmental crisis accelerated by the ""radical neoliberalism"" of the period following the U.S.-backed coup that overthrew the parliamentary democracy. Recent studies show that about half the country is becoming a desert, a problem that ""seems much farther away than the daily poisoning of those who live in Santiago,"" the capital city, which competes with Sao Paolo Brazil and Mexico City for the pollution prize for the hemisphere for the world, the journal alleges. ""The liquid that emerges from the millions of faucets in the homes and alleys of Santiago have levels of copper, iron, magnesium and lead which exceed by many times the maximum tolerable norms."" The land that ""supplies the fruits and vegetables of the Metropolitan Region are irrigated with waters that exceed by 1,000 times the maximum quantity of coliforms acceptable,"" which is why Santiago ""has levels of hepatitis, typhoid, and parasites which are not seen in any other part of the continent"" one of every three children has parasites in the capital. Economists and environmentalists attribute the problem to the ""development model,"" crucially, its ""transnational style,"" ""in which the most important decisions tend to be adopted outside the ambit of the countries themselves,"" consistent with the assigned ""function"" of the Third World: to serve the needs of the industrial West.\n\nThe fashion at home, as noted, is to attribute the problems of Eastern Europe to the ""sick system"" quite accurately, while ignoring the catastrophes of capitalism or, on the rare occasions when some problem is noticed, attributing it to any cause other than the system that consistently brings it about. Latin American economists who have attributed the problems of the region to the ""development model"" are generally ignored, but some of them have been useful for ideological warfare and therefore have attained respectability in the U.S. political culture. One example is Francisco Mayorga, a Yale Ph.D. in economics, who became one of the most respected commentators on the economic affairs of Nicaragua in the 1980s because he could be quoted on the economic debacle caused by the Sandinistas. He remained a U.S. favorite as he became the economic Czar after the victory for the U.S. candidate in the February 1990 election, though he disappeared from view when he was removed after the failure of his highly-touted recovery policies which failed, in large part, because of U.S. foot-dragging, the UNO government being nowhere near harsh and brutal enough for Washington\'s tastes.\n\nBut Mayorga was never quoted on what he actually wrote about the Nicaraguan economy, which is not without interest. His 1986 Yale doctoral dissertation is a study of the consequences for Nicaragua of the development model of the U.S.-backed Somoza regime, and of the likely consequences of alternative policy choices for the 1980s. He concludes that ""by 1978 the economy was on the verge of collapse"" because of the ""exhaustion of the agroindustrial model"" and the ""monetarist paradigm"" that the U.S. favored. This model had led to huge debt and insolvency, and ""the drastic downturn of the terms of trade that was around the corner was clearly going to deal a crucial blow to the agroindustrial model developed in the previous three decades,"" leading ""inexorably"" to an ""economic slump in the 1980s."" The immense costs of the U.S.-backed Somoza repression of 1978-9 and the contra war made the ""inexorable"" even more destructive. Mayorga estimates capital flight from 1977 to 1979 at $500 million, and calculates the ""direct economic burden"" of war from 1978 to 1984 at more than $3.3 billion. That figure, he points out, is one and a half times the ""record GDP level of the country in 1977,"" a year of ""exceptional affluence"" because of the destruction of the Brazilian coffee crop, hence regularly used by U.S. propagandists including some who masquerade as scholars as a base line to prove Sandinista failures. The course of the economy from 1980, Mayorga concludes, was the result of the collapse of the agroindustrial export model, the severe downturn in the terms of trade, and the unbearable burden of the 1978-9 war and then the contra war his study ends before the U.S. embargo exacerbated the crisis further. Sandinista policies, he concludes, were ineffective in dealing with the ""inexorable"" collapse: they ""had a favorable impact on output and a negative effect on rural wages and farming profits,"" favoring industrial profits and redistributing income ""from the rural to the urban sector."" Had there been ""no war and no change in economic regime,"" his studies show, ""the Nicaraguan economy would have entered a sharp slump.""\n\nThese conclusions being useless or worse, Mayorga\'s actual work on the Nicaraguan economy passes into the same oblivion as all other inquiries into the catastrophes of capitalism. The example is noteworthy because of Mayorga\'s prominence, at the very same time, insofar as he could serve a propaganda function for the media.\n\nThe Fruits Of Victory: The Caribbean\n\nBrazil and Chile are not the only countries to have basked in praise for their achievements after U.S. intervention set them on the right course. Another is the Dominican Republic. After the latest U.S. invasion under Lyndon Johnson in 1965, and a dose of death squads and torture, democratic forms were established, and U.S. commentators have expressed much pride in the peaceful transfer of power -- or better, governmental authority, power lying elsewhere. The economy is stagnant and near bankrupt, public services function only intermittently, poverty is endemic, malnutrition is increasing, and the standard of living of the poor continues its downward slide. In the capital city, electricity supply is down to four hours a day; water is available for only an hour a day in many areas. Unemployment is rising, the foreign debt has reached $4 billion, the 1989 trade deficit was $1 billion, up from $700 million the year before. Estimates of the number who have fled illegally to the U.S. range up to a million. Without the remittances of Dominicans working in Puerto Rico and on the U.S. mainland -- illegally for the most part -- ""the country could not survive,"" the London Economics reports.\n\nU.S. investors, assisted by Woodrow Wilson\'s invasion and its aftermath, later Johnson\'s, had long controlled most of the economy. Now foreign investment in 17 free trade zones is attracted by 15-year tax holidays and average wages of 65 cents an hour. Some ""remain upbeat about the Dominican Republic\'s situation,"" the Business Magazine of the Developing World South reports, citing U.S. ambassador Paul Taylor, who described the new free trade zones as an economic miracle in a talk to the chamber of commerce. There are some objective grounds for Taylor\'s cheerful view of the prospects, South observes: ""Optimists point to the political and labour harmony in the Dominican Republic, the substantial pool of cheap workers and the transport, banking and communications services as continuing strong incentives to investors. Indeed, as a Dominican factory manager notes: `Anyone who gets involved in unions here knows that they\'ll lose their job and won\'t work in the free trade zone any more.\' ""\n\nAs in Brazil and elsewhere, the American Institute for Free Labor Development AIFLD, the AFL-CIO foreign affairs arm supported by the government and major corporations, ""has been instrumental in discouraging hostile [sic] union activity in order to help U.S. companies maximise their profits,"" South reports. With friends like these, Dominican workers have little to fear.\n\nA more recent beneficiary of U.S. invasion, Panama, also has its share of optimists, as discussed in the first part of this series, notably the tiny white minority now restored to power and the U.S. businesspeople who have revived Panama City\'s night-life. As elsewhere in Latin America, the plight of the unimportant people is deplored by sections of the Church who persist in their old-fashioned ""preferential option for the poor,"" not understanding the merits of the promising new ""trickle down"" techniques of raising them from their misery.\n\nElsewhere in the Caribbean basin, we find much the same picture, including Grenada, also liberated by U.S. benevolence, then restored to its proper status see my article in Z, March 1990. The U.S. pursued a different path to ensure virtuous behavior in the case of Jamaica. Upstarts led by the social democrat Michael Manley and his People\'s National Party PNP sought to explore the forbidden path of independent development and social reform in the 1970s, eliciting the usual hostility from the United States and sufficient pressures to achieve an electoral victory for U.S. favorite Edward Seaga, who pledged to put an end to such nonsense. Seaga\'s pursuit of proper free market principles was lauded by the Reagan administration, which announced grandly that it would use this opportunity to create a showcase for democracy and capitalism in the Caribbean. Massive aid flowed. USAID spent more on Jamaica than on any other Caribbean program. The World Bank also joined in to oversee and expedite this estimable project. Seaga followed all the rules, introducing austerity measures, establishing Free Trade Zones where non-union labor, mostly women, work in sweatshops for miserable wages in foreign-run plants subsidized by the Jamaican government, and generally keeping to the IMF prescriptions.\n\nThere was some economic growth, ""mainly as a result of laundered `ganja\' dollars from the marijuana trade, increased tourism earnings, lower fuel import costs, and higher prices for bauxite and alumina,"" the North American Congress on Latin America NACLA reports. The rest was the usual catastrophe of capitalism, including one of the highest per capita foreign debts in the world, collapse of infrastructure, and general impoverishment. According to USAID, by March 1988, along with its ""crippling debt burden,"" Jamaica was a country where economic output was ""far below the production level of 1972,"" ""distribution of wealth and income is highly unequal,"" ""shortages of key medical and technical personnel plague the health system,"" ""physical decay and social violence deter investment,"" and there are ""severe deficits in infrastructure and housing."" The assessment was made six months before hurricane Gilbert dealt a further blow.\n\nAt this point, Michael Manley, now properly tamed, was granted the right to return to power to administer the ruins, all hope for constructive change having been lost. Manley ""is making all the right noises"" to reassure the Bank and foreign investors, Roger Robinson, World Bank senior economist for Jamaica, said in a June 1988 pre-election interview. He explained further that ""Five years ago, people were still thinking about `meeting local needs,\' but not any more. Now the lawyers and others with access to resources are interested in external export investment. Once you have that ingrained in a population, you can\'t go back easily, even if the PNP and Michael Manley come in again. Now there\'s an understanding among individuals who save, invest, and develop their careers that capital will start leaving again if the PNP, or even [Seaga\'s] JLP, intervenes too much.""\n\nReturned to office, Manley recognized the handwriting on the wall, outdoing Seaga as an enthusiast for free market capitalism. ""The old gospel that government should be operated in the interests of the poor is being modified, even if not expressly rejected, by the dawning realization that the only way to help the poor is to operate the government in the interest of the productive!"" the journal of the Private Sector of Jamaica exulted -- here the term ""productive"" does not refer to the people who produce, but to those who manage, control investment, and reap profits. The public sector is ""on the verge of collapse,"" the Private Sector report continues, with schools, health care and other services rapidly declining. But with the ""nonsensical rhetoric of the recent past"" abandoned, and privatization of everything in sight on the way, there is hope -- for ""the productive,"" in the special intended sense.\n\nManley has won new respect from the important people now that he has learned to play the role of ""violin president,"" in Latin American terminology: ""put up by the left but played by the right."" The conditions of capital flight and foreign pressures -- state, private, and international economic institutions -- have regularly sufficed to bar any other course.\n\nThe Fruits Of Victory: Asia\n\nTurning to Asia, a serious inquiry into the victory of freedom, capitalism, and democracy will naturally begin with the Philippines, which has benefited from U.S. solicitude for close to a century. The desperate state of Filipinos is reviewed in the Far Eastern Economic Review, firmly dedicated to economic liberalism and the priorities of the business community, under the heading ""Power to the plutocrats."" Its reports conclude that ""Much of the country\'s problems now...seem to be rooted in the fact that the country has had in its entire history no form of social revolution."" The consequences of this failure include ""the jinxed land reform programme,"" a failure that ""profoundly affects the prognosis for the incidence of poverty"" among the 67 percent of poor Filipino families living in rural areas, condemning them to permanent misery, huge foreign debt, ""massive capital flight,"" an increase in severe malnutrition among pre-school children since the Aquino Government took power, widespread underemployment, and survival for many on incomes far below Government-defined poverty thresholds, ""the growth of a virtual society of beggars and criminals,"" and the rest of the familiar story. Government and academic experts expect things to get considerably worse. For the ""rapidly expanding disadvantaged,"" the only way out is to seek work abroad: ""legal and illegal workers from the Philippines now comprise the greatest annual labour exodus in Asia."" With social programs abandoned, the only hope is if ""the big-business elite, in a situation of little government interference, foregoes the Philippine elite traditional proclivity towards conspicuous consumption, and instead use profits both for their employees\' welfare and to accumulate capital for industrial development.""\n\nTheir failure to do so can perhaps be explained by the fact that the United States has had so little time to exercise its tutelage; only 90 years, after all. That its ministrations might have something to do with what we find is a possibility not to be addressed. In the real world, these desperate conditions can be traced in no small measure to the U.S. invasion at the turn of the century with its vast slaughter and destruction, the long colonial occupation, and the subsequent policies including the postwar counterinsurgency campaign and support for the Marcos dictatorship as long as it was viable. But the Philippines did gain the intermittent gift of democracy. In the same business journal, a columnist for the Manila Daily Globe, Conrado de Quiros, reflects on this matter under the heading ""The wisdom of democracy."" He compares the disaster of the Philippines to the economic success story of Singapore under Lee Kuan Yew, whose harsh tyranny is another of those famous triumphs of democracy and capitalism. De Quiros quotes the Singapore Minister of Trade and Industry, Lee\'s son, who condemns the U.S. model imposed on the Philippines for many flaws, the ""worst crime"" being that it granted the Filipinos a free press; in his own words, ""An American-style free-wheeling press purveyed junk in the marketplace of ideas, which led to confusion and bewilderment, not to enlightenment and truth."" With a better appreciation of the merits of fascism, his Singapore government is too wise to fall into this error.\n\nThe Americans did introduce a form of democracy, de Quiros continues. However, it ""was not designed to make Filipinos free but to make them comfortable with their new chains."" It may have given the Filipinos more newspapers, but ""it has given them less money with which to buy them. It has made the rich richer,"" with ""one of the world\'s worst cases of inequity in the distribution of wealth,"" according to the World Bank. Democracy ""was an instrument of colonisation,"" and was not intended to have substantive content: ""For most Filipinos, American-style democracy meant little more than elections every few years. Beyond this, the colonial authorities made sure that only the candidates who represented colonial interests first and last won. This practice did not die with colonialism. The ensuing political order, which persisted long after independence, was one where a handful of families effectively and ruthlessly ruled a society riven by inequality. It was democratic in form, borrowing as many American practices as it could, but autocratic in practice.\n\nThat these were indeed the policy goals is a rational conclusion in the light of historical practice and the documentary record. We may then describe the Philippines as another success story of democracy and capitalism, and number its people too among the victors in the Cold War.\n\nUnder Philippine democracy, most of the population is not represented. The politicians are lawyers or wealthy businessmen or landowners. As the political structure bequeathed to the Philippines by the American occupation was reconstituted after the overthrow of the U.S.-backed dictator by ""people power,"" Gary Hawes writes in the scholarly journal Pacific Affairs, ""it is only those with money and muscle who can be elected."" Candidates are mainly ""former elected officials, relatives of powerful political families and/or members of the economic elite,"" unrepresentative of the rural majority or even ""the citizens who had demonstrated to bring down Marcos and who had risked their lives to protect their ballots for Corazon Aquino."" There was a party PnB based on the popular organizations that arose against the dictatorship, with broad support from the peasantry, the labor force, and large reformist sections of the middle class, but it was to have no political role. In the elections, PnB was outspent by the traditional conservative parties by a ratio of up to 20 to 1. Its supporters were subjected to intimidation and threats of loss of jobs, housing, and city licenses. The military presence also served to inhibit PnB campaigning. Interviews with poor farmers and workers revealed a preference for PnB candidates, but a recognition that since the military and the rural elite opposed them, ""the next best choice was to take the money or the rewards and vote for the candidates endorsed by the Aquino government.\n\nThe playing field having been properly levelled, our celebrated ""yearning for democracy"" is satisfied.\n\nUnder the reconstituted elite democracy, Hawes continues, ""the voices of the rural dwellers"" -- almost two-thirds of the population -- ""have seldom been heard,"" and the same is true of the urban poor. The cure for agitation in the countryside is militarization and the rise of vigilantes, leading to a record of human rights violations ""as bad as, if not worse than, during the time of Marcos,"" a 1988 human rights mission reported, with torture, summary executions, and forced evacuations. There is economic growth, but its fruits ""have seldom trickled down to the most needy."" Peasants continue to starve while paying 70 percent of their crop to the landlord. Agrarian reform is barely a joke. Support for the National Democratic Front NDF and its guerrillas is mounting after years of rural organizing.\n\nDe Quiros suggests that there has been ""substantive democracy in the Philippines -- despite colonialism and elite politics."" ""This is so because democracy took a life of its own, expressing itself in peasant revolts and popular demand for reforms."" It is just this substantive democracy that the United States and its allies are dedicated to repress and contain. Hence the absence of any social revolution of the kind that he and several other commentators in this most respectable business journal see as sorely lacking in the Philippines -- though if it can join the club of ""capitalist democracies"" of the Singapore variety, the tune will likely change.\n\nMeanwhile, Survival International reports that tribal peoples are being attacked by the private army of a logging company, which, in a six month campaign of terror, has killed and tortured villagers, burned down houses, destroyed rice stores, and driven thousands from their homes. The same tribal people are among the many victims of bombing of villages and other practices of the government counterinsurgency campaigns. Appeals to the Aquino government have been ignored. An appeal to the U.S. government, or Western circles generally, cannot be seriously proposed. The same is true in Thailand, where the government announced a plan to expel six million people from forests where it wants to establish softwood plantations.\n\nMiracles of capitalism are also to be found elsewhere in Asia. Charles Gray, responsible for Asian affairs in the pro-business AFL-CIO foreign affairs branch AIFLD, observes in the Far Eastern Economic Review that transnational corporations ""generally insist the host government suppress the right of workers to organise and join unions, even when that right is guaranteed in the country\'s own constitution and laws."" The organization that coordinates trade in the Free World GATT does not have a single rule that ""covers the subsidies that transnational corporations get though pressures on Third World governments to permit 19th century-type exploitation of labour."" In Malaysia, ""U.S. and other foreign corporations forced the Labour Ministry in 1988 to continue the government\'s long-standing prohibition of unions in the electronics industry by threatening to shift their jobs and investments to another country."" In Bangladesh, contractors for the transnationals ""discriminate against women and girls by paying them starvation wages as low as 9 U.S. cents an hour."" In China\'s Guangdong province, when the government found that ""the factory of a leading toy manufacturer was engaged in labour law violations -- such as 14-hour workdays and 7-day workweeks -- it approached the managers to ask them to respect the law. The managers refused, and said that if they were unable to operate the way they wanted they would close their Chinese factories and move to Thailand,"" where there are no such unreasonable demands.\n\nLow prices for imported toys have doubtless brought much Christmas cheer in the industrial West.\n\nThe Fruits Of Victory: Africa\n\nThe scene in Africa is worse still. To mention only one small element of a growing catastrophe, a study of the U.N. Economic Commission for Africa estimates that ""South Africa\'s military aggression and destabilization of its neighbors cost the region $10 billion in 1988 and over $60 billion and 1.5 million lives in the first nine years of this decade."" Such figures are considered too insignificant to merit notice in the Newspaper of Record, which avoided the matter. Congress imposed sanctions on South Africa in 1986 over Reagan\'s veto, but their impact has been limited. The American Committee on Africa reports that only 25 percent of U.S.-South African trade has been affected, and that iron, steel, and until late 1989 half-finished uranium continued to be imported. After the sanctions were put in place, U.S. exports to South Africa increased from $1.28 billion in 1987 to $1.71 billion in 1989, according to the U.S. Commerce Department.\n\nWhile the South African government and the minority White groups it represents face mounting problems, they may see some rays of hope as well. New diplomatic ties between South Africa and Hungary, now that it has achieved independence, may prove to be ""the wedge that breaks trade sanctions and the international isolation of the South African government,"" the Christian Science Monitor reports in a lead story, citing an economist at the Hungarian Academy of Sciences who foresees expanding trade between South Africa and Eastern Europe.\n\nThe economic catastrophe of much of Africa is commonly attributed to ""socialism,"" a term used freely to apply to anything we are not supposed to like. But there is an exception, ""an island of freewheeling capitalism in a sea of one-party socialist states,"" Africa correspondent Howard Witt of the conservative Chicago Tribune writes. He is referring to Liberia, which, like the Philippines, can attribute its happy state to the fact that it was ""America\'s only toehold on the African continent"" -- for a century and a half, in this case. Liberia took on special significance during the Cold War years, Witt continues, particularly after President Samuel Doe, a ""brutish, nearly illiterate army sergeant...seized power in 1980 after disemboweling the previous president in his bed"" more recently suffering a similar fate himself, and proceeded to elevate his fellow tribesmen -- 4 percent of the population -- into a new ruling elite, and to persecute and savagely oppress the rest of the population. The Reagan administration, much impressed, determined to turn Liberia, like Jamaica, into a showcase of capitalism and democracy. In the first six years of Doe\'s regime, the U.S. poured military and economic aid into ""the backward country,"" ""even as evidence mounted that Doe and his ministers were stealing much of the money, and after he ""brazenly stole"" the 1985 election with Washington\'s approval, in a replay of the Noriega story a year earlier. A ""respected expatriate Liberian dissident and former government minister,"" Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, says: ""At the time, an American official told me bluntly, `Our strategic interests are more important than democracy\'.""\n\nThe results of the aid are evident, Witt writes: ""The soldiers of President Samuel Doe\'s army wear the uniforms of American GIs as they go about their business murdering Liberian civilians on the streets of the capital, Monrovia,"" named after President Monroe, and ""the bodies of many of the civilian victims are dumped in the morgue at the American-built John F. Kennedy Hospital,"" where ""combat-hardened doctors"" say ""they have never witnessed such brutality."" Monrovia is a death trap, Witt writes. Those who are not struck down by starvation, cholera, or typhoid try to escape the army or the rebel forces under Charles Taylor, a former Doe aide -- or later, those under the command of a breakaway unit led by Prince Johnson.\n\nThe results of the U.S. aid became even clearer when reporters entered Monrovia with the African peacekeeping force after Doe was tortured and murdered by Johnson\'s guerrillas. They found ""a bloody legacy"" of the ""10 years in power"" of the U.S. favorite, UPI reporter Mark Huband writes: piles of bleached bones and skulls, many smashed; ""half-clothed, decomposed heaps of flesh...littered with millions of maggots""; ""contorted bodies...huddled beneath church pews"" and ""piled up in a dark corner beside the altar""; bodies ""rotting into their mattresses""; ""a large meeting hall for women and children [where] clothes clung to the skeletons of female and underaged victims.""\n\nNot everyone, of course, has suffered in this ""island of freewheeling capitalism."" For a century and a half, the oligarchy of freed American slaves and their descendants ""oppressed and exploited the indigenous population,"" while ""the U.S. looked the other way."" And lately, the Reagan favorites did quite well for themselves until their turn came to be dispatched. Others merely benefited, escaping any such unpleasant fate: ""U.S. corporations like Firestone and B.F. Goodrich made healthy profits from the expansive Liberian operations,"" Witt observes, proving that freewheeling capitalism has its virtues. The U.S. built a huge Voice of America transmitter in Liberia, perhaps to broadcast the happy message of what can be achieved under capitalist democracy. We can chalk up another victory for the Free World.\n\nCurrent U.S. policy, Johnson-Sirleaf says, is ""a lack of policy."" ""It\'s kind of, `Oh, those Africans are at it again. Let them fight, and may the best man win\'."" To judge by the commentary on all of this, there is nothing here to teach us anything about ourselves, our legendary benevolence, or the marvels of freewheeling capitalism.\n\nBehind the ""lack of policy,"" there is, however, the usual policy toward the Third World, which we can trace back as usual to the early postwar period when the global order was being shaped in the interests of the rich and powerful in the West. Like other parts of the Third World, Africa had its ""function."" It was to be ""exploited"" for the reconstruction of Europe, George Kennan explained in a major State Department study on the international order. He added that the opportunity to exploit Africa should provide a psychological lift for the European powers, affording them ""that tangible objective for which everyone has been rather unsuccessfully groping...."" History might have suggested a different project: that Africa should ""exploit"" Europe to enable it to reconstruct from centuries of devastation at the hands of European conquerors, perhaps also improving its psychological state through this process. Needless to say, nothing of the sort was remotely thinkable, and the actual proposals have received little notice, apparently being regarded as uncontroversial.\n\nIn discussion of African policy particularly, the element of racism cannot be discounted. Dean Acheson warned the former Prime Minister of the racist government of Rhodesia in 1971 to beware of the ""American public,"" who ""decide that the only correct decision of any issue must be one which favors the colored point of view."" He urged that Rhodesia not ""get led down the garden path by any of our constitutional cliches -- equal protection of the laws, etc. -- which have caused us so much trouble...."" This venerated figure of American liberalism was particularly disturbed by the Supreme Court\'s use of ""vague constitutional provisions"" which ""hastened racial equality and has invaded the political field by the one-man-one-vote doctrine,"" which made ""Negroes...impatient for still more rapid progress and led to the newly popular techniques of demonstration and violence"" September 1968. The ""pall of racism...hovering over"" African affairs under the Nixon administration, ""and over the most basic public issues foreign and domestic,"" has been discussed by State Department official Roger Morris, including Nixon\'s request to Kissinger to assure that his first presidential message to Congress on foreign policy have ""something in it for the jigs"" eliciting ""the usual respectful `Yes\'"" from this abject flunkey; Kissinger\'s disbelief that the Ibos, ""more gifted and accomplished"" than other Nigerians, could also be ""more Negroid""; and Alexander Haig\'s ""quietly pretend[ing] to beat drums on the table as African affairs were brought up at NSC staff meetings.\n\nThe ""Unrelenting Nightmare""\n\nThe World Health Organization estimates that 11 million children die every year in the world of the Cold War victors ""the developing world"" because of the unwillingness of the rich to help them. The catastrophe could be brought to a quick end, the WHO study concludes, because the diseases from which the children suffer and die are easily treated. Four million die from diarrhea; about two-thirds of them could be saved from the lethal dehydration it causes by sugar and salt tablets that cost a few pennies. Three million die each year from infectious diseases that could be overcome by vaccination, at a cost of about $10 a head. Reporting in the London Observer on this ""virtually unnoticed"" study, Annabel Ferriman quotes WHO director-general Hiroshi Nakajima, who observes that this ""silent genocide"" is ""a preventable tragedy because the developed world has the resources and technology to end common diseases worldwide,"" but lacks ""the will to help the developing countries.""\n\nThe basic story was summarized succinctly by President Yoweri Museveni of Uganda, chairman of the Organization of African Unity. Speaking at the UN conference of the world\'s 41 least-developed countries, he called the 1980s ""an unrelenting nightmare"" for the poorest countries. There was a plea to the industrial powers to more than double their aid to a munificent 2/10 of 1 percent of their GNP, but no agreement was reached, the New York Times reports ""principally because of opposition from the United States.""\n\nAs capitalism and freedom won their Grand Victory, the World Bank reported that the share of the world\'s wealth controlled by poor and medium-income countries declined from 23 percent to 18 percent 1980 to 1988. The Bank\'s 1990 report adds that in 1989, resources transferred from the ""developing countries"" to the industrialized world reached a new record. Debt service payments are estimated to have exceeded new flows of funds by $42.9 billion, an increase of $5 billion from 1988, and new funds from the wealthy fell to the lowest level in the decade.\n\nThese are some of the joys of capitalism that are somehow missing in the flood of self-praise and the encomia to the wonders of our system -- of which all of this is a noteworthy component -- as we celebrate its triumph. The media and journals are inundated with laments with an admixture of barely concealed glee over the sad state of the Soviet Union and its domains, where even a salary of $100 a month enjoyed by the luckier workers is ""scandalously high by the niggardly standards of Communism."" One will have to search far, however, for a look at the scene nearer to home, or for derisive commentary on ""the niggardly standards of capitalism"" and the suffering endured by the huge mass of humanity who have been cast aside by the dominant powers, long the richest and most favored societies of the world, and not without a share of responsibility for the circumstances of most of the others, all too easy to ignore.\n\nThe missing view also unveils a possible future that may await much of Eastern Europe, which has endured many horrors, but is still regarded with envy in large parts of the Third World domains of the West that had comparable levels of development in the past, and are no less well endowed with resources and the material conditions for satisfying human needs. ""Why have the leaders, the media, the citizens of the Great Western Democracies cared long and ardently for the people of Central Europe, but cared nothing for the people of Central America?"" the experienced correspondent Martha Gellhorn asks: ""Most of them are bone poor, and most of them do not have white skin. Their lives and their deaths have not touched the conscience of the world. I can testify that it was far better and safer to be a peasant in communist Poland than it is to be a peasant in capitalist El Salvador.""\n\nHer question is, unfortunately, all too easy to answer. It has been demonstrated beyond any lingering doubt that what sears the sensitive soul is the crimes of the enemy, not our own, for reasons that are all too obvious and much too uncomfortable to face. The comparison that Gellhorn draws is scarcely to be found in Western commentary, let alone the reasons for it.\n\nAs in Latin America, some sectors of Eastern European society should come to share the economic and cultural standards of privileged classes in the rich industrial world that they see across their borders, much of the former Communist Party bureaucracy probably among them. Many others might look to the second Brazil, and its counterparts elsewhere, for a glimpse of a different future, which may come to pass if matters proceed on their present course.\n\n\n\nPart III\n\nApril, 1991\n\nIn the first two segments of this series, I raised the question that at once comes to mind amidst the cheers for the glorious victory of the West in the Cold War: how are the victors faring at the moment of their triumph? A survey of the domains of the state capitalist industrial societies provides a stark answer: we find an ""unrelenting nightmare,"" in the accurate words of those who have enjoyed the kind tutelage of the West. The catastrophe of capitalism could not be more vivid and dramatic.\n\nNotice that the question raised is precisely the right one. One will learn next to nothing from a comparison of Eastern and Western Europe. In contrast, it is quite reasonable to compare regions that were more or less similar in relevant respects 80 years ago, but have since followed a different course: subjugation to Leninist-Stalinist tyranny and its aftermath the USSR and Eastern Europe, or domination by the state capitalist democracies the conventional Third World.\n\nNeither of these regions is homogeneous, and their prior histories differ as well. But to a first approximation, it is reasonable to describe large parts of both regions, before World War I, as roughly comparable in social and economic development, and relation to the West. At the time, Russia was developing, though it was far more backward than Western Europe and not closing the gap, and by 1914, ""becoming a semi-colonial possession of European capital,"" historian Teodor Shanin observes. Making a similar point, economic historian Alexander Gerschenkron notes that ""in 1913, that is, thirty-five years after Bulgaria\'s liberation, nearly 80 percent of all the plows used in Bulgarian farming were most primitive wooden implements,"" and in the 1930s, ""wooden plows were still more numerous than the iron ones."" Similar observations hold generally, so it appears, though comparative studies seem to be few.1\n\nIt is therefore of some interest to ask how Guatemalan peasants or Brazilian slum dwellers would react, were they to find themselves suddenly transported to Poland or Bulgaria or the Ukraine. We learn a good deal about ourselves by pursuing the inquiry, and also by observing how the obvious questions are stifled and eliminated in the chorus of self-adulation.\n\nSome Unheard Voices\n\nThe victims, of course, do not join the chorus, but as always, their voices remain unheard. Thus, there is much pretense of concern over the murder of the Jesuit intellectuals in El Salvador, but it does not reach as far as attending to anything they say on any topic, including this one, even though -- or rather because -- one might learn a good deal from the exercise. On the question at hand, the journal Proceso of the Jesuit University UCA in San Salvador, where the priests were assassinated, has this to say:\n\nThe so-called Salvadoran `democratic process\' could learn a lot from the capacity for self-criticism that the socialist nations are demonstrating. If Lech Walesa had been doing his organizing work in El Salvador, he would have already entered into the ranks of the disappeared -- at the hands of `heavily armed men dressed in civilian clothes\'; or have been blown to pieces in a dynamite attack on his union headquarters. If Alexander Dubcek were a politician in our country, he would have been assassinated like He\'ctor Oquel! [the social democratic leader assassinated in Guatemala, by Salvadoran death squads, according to the Guatemalan government]. If Andrei Sakharov had worked here in favor of human rights, he would have met the same fate as Herbert Anaya [one of the many murdered leaders of the independent Salvadoran Human Rights Commission CDHES]. If Ota-Sik or Vaclav Havel had been carrying out their intellectual work in El Salvador, they would have woken up one sinister morning, lying on the patio of a university campus with their heads destroyed by the bullets of an elite army battalion.2\n\nThe comparison between the Soviet and U.S. satellites is so dramatic that it takes real dedication not to perceive it, and outside of Western intellectual circles, it is a commonplace. A writer in the Mexico\'s leading daily comments on the ""striking contrast"" between Soviet behavior toward its satellites and ""U.S. policy in the Western Hemisphere, where intransigence, interventionism and the application of typical police state instruments have traditionally marked Washington\'s actions"": ""In Europe, the USSR and Gorbachev are associated with the struggle for freedom of travel, political rights, and respect for public opinion. In the Americas, the U.S. and Bush are associated with indiscriminate bombings of civilians, the organization, training and financing of death squads, and programs of mass murder"" -- not quite the story in New York and Washington, where the United States is hailed as an ""inspiration for the triumph of democracy in our time"" New Republic.3\n\nA prominent Latin American theologian, Pablo Richard, also fails to see matters as he is informed he does by the New Republic commissars. Richard is professor of theology at the National University of Costa Rica and a leading figure in the formation of the base Christian communities, a prime target of the U.S.-backed savagery of the Reagan-Bush years enthusiastically supported by the New Republic and others who now bask in their inspiring triumph because they sought to organize the poor, threatening to bring democracy and social reform, the ultimate crime. Richard compares the current situation of the Third World to that of the early Christians under the Roman Empire, which Christians saw as ""the Beast, a murderous idolatrous Beast,"" who could not be confronted with force, because it is far too powerful and violent, but must be confronted ethically and spiritually: ""This new way of confronting imperialism in the decade of the `90s, which emphasizes cultural, ethical, spiritual, and theological confrontation, challenges in a special way the [Christian base communities] and the Church of the Poor,"" Richard writes.4\n\nOthers use different terms to express similar perceptions. The essential points, again, are a commonplace outside of disciplined Western circles, mired in ideological fanaticism and blind to the elementary but unacceptable realities of the world.\n\nLatin America and the Soviet Bloc\n\nThe social, economic, and ecological catastrophes resulting from traditional Western imperialism and its more recent variants go a long way towards explaining the reluctance of many in the Third World to join the celebration of victory, and their tendency to regard the victims of Soviet tyranny with a degree of envy. Furthermore, the state terror faced on a daily basis by Latin Americans who dare to raise their heads has been qualitatively different from the repression in Eastern Europe in the post-Stalin period, terrible as that was in its own ways; and they do not share our reluctance to see the powerful and systematic influence of Washington and U.S. corporations in establishing and maintaining the grim conditions of their lives.\n\nAnother comparison that might be addressed is suggested by the huge flow of capital from the Third World to the United States and the West generally. Latin America alone transferred some $150 billion to the industrial West from 1982 to 1987 in addition to $100 billion of capital flight, a capital transfer amounting to 25 times the total value of the Alliance for Progress and 15 times the Marshall Plan, according to Latin Americanist Robert Pastor, director of Latin American and Caribbean Affairs for the National Security Council under the Carter administration. The Bank for International Settlements in Switzerland estimates that between 1978 and 1987, some $170 billion in flight capital left Latin America, not including money hidden by falsified trade transactions. The New York Times cites another estimate that anonymous capital flows, including drug money and flight capital, total $600 billion to $800 billion. This huge hemorrhage is part of a complicated system whereby Western banks and Latin American elites enrich themselves at the expense of the general population of Latin America, saddled with the ""debt crisis"" that results from these manipulations, and taxpayers in the Western countries who are ultimately called upon to foot part of the bill.5\n\nAgain, the situation in the Soviet satellites is different. One commentator on their affairs, Lawrence Weschler, observes that\n\nPoles, like most Eastern Europeans, have long lived under the delusion that the Soviets were simply bleeding them dry; in fact, the situation has been considerably more complex than that. The Soviet dominion was in fact that unique historical perversity, an empire in which the center bled itself for the sake of its colonies, or rather, for the sake of tranquility in those colonies. Muscovites always lived poorer lives than Varsovians.\n\nThroughout the region, journalists and others report, shops are better stocked than in the Soviet Union and material conditions are often better. It is widely agreed that ""Eastern Europe has a higher standard of living than the USSR,"" and that while ""Latin-Americans claim mainly economic exploitation,"" ""Soviet exploitation of Eastern Europe is principally political and security-oriented"" Jan Triska, summarizing the conclusions of a Stanford University symposium on the USSR in Eastern Europe and the U.S. in Latin America.6 In the decade of the 1970s, according to U.S. government sources, the Soviet Union provided an $80 billion subsidy to its Eastern European satellites while their indebtedness to the West increased from $9.3 billion in 1971 to $68.7 billion in 1979. A study done at the Institute of International Studies of the University of California Berkeley estimated the subsidy at $106 billion from 1974 to 1984. Using different criteria, another academic study by Paul Marer and Kazimierz Poznanski reaches the estimate of $40 billion for the same period, omitting factors that might add several billion, they note. When Lithuania was faced with Soviet economic retaliation after its declaration of independence, the Wall Street Journal reported that the Soviet subsidy to that country alone might approach $6 billion annually.7\n\nSuch comparisons cannot simply be taken at face value; complex issues arise, and they have never been properly addressed. The only extensive scholarly study attempting to compare the U.S. impact on Latin America with that of the USSR on Eastern Europe, to my knowledge, is the Stanford symposium just cited, but it does not reach very far. Among many striking gaps, the contributors entirely disregard repression and state terror in Latin America and the U.S. role in implementing it. Writing in May 1986, the editor states that ""some left-wing forces in Latin America and all dissidents in Eastern Europe have little hope of bringing about substantive changes, either peacefully or through violence."" One contributor even takes seriously though rejecting the absurd statement by Mexican writer now Nobel Laureate Octavio Paz in 1985 that it is ""monstrous"" even to raise the question of comparing U.S. policies with those of the Soviet Union. Most take it as obvious, hence needing no real evidence, that U.S. influence has been disinterested and benign. In fact, this 470 page study contains very little information altogether.8\n\nMany questions would arise if such comparisons were to be undertaken in a meaningful way. Contrary to standard conventions generally followed in the Stanford symposium, it is hardly plausible to regard U.S. security concerns in Latin America as comparable to those of the Soviet Union in Eastern Europe, or even to take seriously the conventional doctrine that security concerns are ""probably the greatest factor in shaping U.S. policy toward Latin America"" Robert Wesson, presenting the ""historical overview and analysis"" for the Stanford symposium. In recent memory, the United States has not been repeatedly invaded and virtually destroyed by powerful enemies marching through Central America. In fact, its authentic security concerns are virtually nil, by international and historical standards. There are what are called ""security concerns,"" but as one participant in the symposium finally concedes, after having taken them quite seriously, ""U.S. national security interests in the Caribbean [as elsewhere in the hemisphere, we may add] have rested on powerful economic investments"" Jiri Valenta -- which is to say that they are termed ""security interests"" only for purposes of the delusional system. Furthermore, it makes little sense to attribute to the United States greater tolerance for ""political-ideological deviations"" on the grounds that it does not insist on ""the U.S. brand of democracy"" and tolerates ""authoritarian dictatorships,"" while the USSR insists on Leninist regimes Valenta. What the U.S. demands is an economic order geared to its interests; the political form it takes is largely an irrelevance.9\n\nUnless freed from the extreme ideological constraints of conventional scholarship, comparative study is bound to be largely worthless.\n\nThe matter of capital flow is also complex. In the first place, the regional hegemons are not remotely comparable in wealth and economic level, and never have been, so that their role in economic transactions will differ greatly. For another, investment has intricate effects. It can lead to economic growth, benefit certain sectors of the population while severely harming others, lay the basis for independent development or undermine such prospects. The numbers in themselves tell only a small part of the story, and have to be complemented by the kind of analysis that has yet to be undertaken in comparing Eastern Europe and Latin America.\n\nIt should be evident without further comment that the standard comparison of Eastern to Western Europe, or the Soviet Union to the United States, is virtually meaningless, designed for propaganda, not enlightenment.\n\nLatin America and the NICs\n\nOther subordinate and dependent systems have yet a different character. Discussing the rapid economic growth of South Korea and Taiwan after the powerful stimulus given by Vietnam war spending, Bruce Cumings observes that it resumes a process of development begun under Japanese colonialism. Unlike the West, he notes, Japan brought industry to the labor and raw materials rather than vice versa, leading to industrial development under state-corporate guidance, now renewed. Japan\'s colonial policies were extremely brutal, but they laid a basis for economic development. Needless to say, these economic successes, like those of Singapore and Hong Kong, are no tribute either to democracy or the wonders of the market; rather, to harsh labor conditions, efficient quasi-fascist political systems, and, much as in Japan, high levels of protectionism and planning by financial-industrial conglomerates in a state-coordinated economy.10\n\nComparison of the Pacific colonies of the U.S. and Japan is not common here, but right-wing Japanese are not reluctant to pursue it. Shintaro Ishihara, a powerful figure in the ruling Liberal Democratic Party, which holds a virtual monopoly of political power, observes that the countries that were once under Japanese administration are ""success stories"" from the economic point of view, while the Philippines are an economic disaster and the ""showcase of democracy"" is largely empty form. ""Philippine landowners have accumulated incredible power and wealth, siphoning everything from the ordinary people,"" while ""tradition is dismantled"" in favor of a shallow and superficial veneer of American culture, ""an atrocity -- a barbaric act.""11\n\nThis spokesman for right-wing nationalism is plainly not a trustworthy independent source. But there is more than a little truth to what he says.\n\nComparison of the Latin American economies with those of East Asia the ""Newly Industrializing Countries,"" NICs is another topic that has rarely been undertaken seriously. Editorials, news reporting, and other commentary commonly allege that the comparison reveals the superiority of economic liberalism, but without providing the basis for that conclusion. It is not easy to sustain, if only because of the radical departures from liberal capitalism in the success stories of Asia. As Alice Amsden in particular has emphasized, the highly touted economic successes of East Asia can be traced in no small measure to the fact that the state is not only powerful enough to discipline labor, as is the norm, but even to discipline capital, and to compel sharp departures from market principles for the sake of economic development. More generally, it is virtually the conventional wisdom and well supported that ""late developing countries"" typically rely on extensive state intervention and coordination. In fact, it is hard to find any exception, late or early. If the U.S. had kept to the principles it now imposes on the ""developing world,"" we would probably still be pursuing our comparative advantage in producing furs, and it is hardly likely that we would ever have had, say, a steel industry. The same continues to be true of advanced industrial societies, including the United States, where the parts of the economy that remain competitive benefit from huge taxpayer subsidies and a state-guaranteed market high tech industry via the Pentagon system being the most striking case. In Germany, to mention only one feature, the IMF estimates that industrial incentives are the equivalent of a 30 percent tariff. IMF conditions and the like are fine for weaker economies that we intend to exploit. The conditions greatly facilitate the robbery of the poor. Beyond that, their merits are less than obvious.\n\nThe comparison between Latin America and East Asia was addressed at a conference on global macroeconomics in Helsinki in 1986.12 Several contributors observe that the situation is complex, and conclude that the disparities that developed in the 1980s though not before are attributable to a variety of factors, among them, the harmful effects of greater openness to international capital markets in large parts of Latin America as in the Philippines, which permitted vast capital flight, but not in the East Asian economies with their more rigid controls by government and central banks. In South Korea, for example, export of capital can carry the death penalty. Again, the standard story seems to be virtually the opposite of the truth.\n\nComparisons and their Pitfalls\n\nThe complexity of the issues that arise is shown in a revealing study of Indian development, in comparison to China and others, by Harvard economist Amartya Sen. He observes that ""a comparative study of the experiences of different countries in the world shows quite clearly that countries tend to reap as they sow in the field of investment in health and quality of life."" India followed very different policies from China in this regard. Beginning at a comparable level in the late 1940s, India has added about 15 years to added life expectancy, while China added 10 or 15 years beyond that increase, approaching the standards of Europe. The reasons lie in social policy, primarily, the much greater focus on improving nutrition and health conditions for the general population in China, and providing widespread medical coverage. The same was true, Sen argues, in Sri Lanka and probably Vietnam, and in earlier years in Europe as well, where, for example, life expectancy rose rapidly in England and Wales after large-scale public intervention in the distribution of food and health care and expansion of public employment.\n\nBut this is not the whole story. In the late 1950s, life expectancy in China plunged for several years to far below that of India because of a huge famine, which took an estimated 30 million lives. Sen attributes the famine to the nature of the Chinese regime, which did not react for three years, and may not even have been aware of the scale of the famine because the totalitarian conditions blocked information flow. Nothing similar has happened in India with its pluralist democracy. Nevertheless, Sen calculates, if China\'s lower mortality rates prevailed in India, there would have been close to 4 million fewer deaths a year in the mid-1980s. ""This indicates that every eight years or so more people in addition die in India -- in comparison with Chinese mortality rates -- than the total number that died in the gigantic Chinese famine,"" the worst in the world in this century.\n\nIn further confirmation of his thesis, Sen observes that life expectancy in China has suffered a slow decline since 1979, when the new market-oriented reforms were undertaken. Another relevant example is the Indian state of Kerala, long under leftist rule and with ""a long history of extensive public support in education, health care, and food distribution."" Here, improvement in life expectancy is comparable to China, though it is one of India\'s poorer states.13\n\nHuman Values\n\nThese are all serious and difficult questions, with far-reaching human consequences. The development strategies imposed upon the Third World by Western power, implemented by the international economic institutions or the states and corporations themselves, have enormous effects on the lives of the targeted populations. The record shows plainly enough that the policies that are advocated or enforced by the Western powers, and the confident rhetoric that accompanies them in official pronouncements and other commentary, are guided by the self-interest of those who hold the reins, not by any solid understanding of the economics of development, or any serious concern for the human impact of these decisions. Benefits that may accrue to others are largely incidental, as are the catastrophes that commonly ensue.\n\nAs the collapsing Soviet system resumes traditional quasi-colonial relations with the West, it is coming to be subjected to the same prescriptions -- in part by choice, given the intellectual vacuity that is one of the consequences of decades of totalitarian rule. But imposition of Third World norms is bound to meet resistance. One Polish critic writes that if the popular Chicago School\n\nwords become flesh, this government would be the first in the history of the world to adhere firmly to this doctrine. All developed countries, including those such as the Federal Republic of Germany whose governments pay obeisance to the liberal doctrine, apply a wide spectrum of government interventions, such as in resource allocation, in investments, in developing technology, income distribution, pricing, export and import.14\n\nIf resistance follows the path often taken in the Third World, it is likely to elicit the classic response.\n\nOn a visit to Europe a few days before he was assassinated by elite government forces in San Salvador in November 1989, Father Ignacio Ellacuria, rector of the University of Central America, addressed the West on the underlying issues. You ""have organized your lives around inhuman values,"" he said. These values\n\nare inhuman because they cannot be universalized. The system rests on a few using the majority of the resources, while the majority can\'t even cover their basic necessities. It is crucial to define a system of values and a norm of living that takes into account every human being.15\n\nIn our dependencies, such thoughts are subversive and can call forth the death squads. At home, they are sometimes piously voiced, then relegated to the ashcan in practice. Perhaps the last words of the murdered priests deserve a better fate.\n\n\n\nNotes to Part I\n\n1 Rostow, The Diffusion of Power Macmillan, 1972. For sources not cited here, see my Deterring Democracy Verso, forthcoming, from which much of this material is excerpted.\n\n2 Hockstader, WP, June 20, 1990.\n\n3 Mesoamerica Costa Rica, July 1990. Detailed updates are circulated regularly from the Washington office of the Commission, 1359 Monroe St. NE, Washington DC 20017.\n\n4 Ronna Montgomery, Mesoamerica, June 1990. On the demolition of the accords, and the role of Arias and U.S. doves, see my Culture of Terrorism South End, 1987, chapter 7; Necessary Illusions South End, 1989, chapter 4 and Appendix IV, sec. 5; regular articles in Z magazine, and Deterring Democracy.\n\n5 Central America Report CAR, Guatemala, Nov. 10, 1989; July 27; April 6; March 2, 1990.\n\n6 AP, Boston Globe, June 4, 1990, a 75-word item, which is more than elsewhere.\n\n7 Editorial, Tiempo, July 2, 1990.\n\n8 Cesar Chelala, ""Central America\'s Health Plight,"" Christian Science Monitor, March 22; CAR, March 2, 1990.\n\n9 Latinamerica press LP Peru, Nov. 16, 1989.\n\n10 Excelsior, Oct. 18, 1989 Latin America News Update LANU, Dec. 1989.\n\n11 For a review, see Joshua Karliner, ""Central America\'s Other War,"" World Policy Journal, Fall 1989.\n\n12 Anne Chemin, Le Monde, Sept. 21, 1988; Manchester Guardian Weekly, Oct. 2. Tiempo, Aug. 10, 17, Sept. 19, 1988. Dr. Morales, Report on Guatemala, July/August 1989.\n\n13 Ibid.\n\n14 La Prensa Dominical, Honduras, July 22, 1990.\n\n15 CAR, April 28, 1989. For discussion of these matters, see Necessary Illusions.\n\n16 CAR, Dec. 1, 1989.\n\n17 Excelsior, March 24; LP, Feb. 15, 1990.\n\n18 Karliner, op. cit.; CAR, March 16, 1990. See Douglas R. Shane, Hoofprints on the Forest: Cattle Ranching and the Destruction of Latin America\'s Tropical Forests ISHI, 1986; Tom Barry and Deb Preusch, The Soft War Grove, 1988; and for background, William H. Durham, Scarcity and Survival in Central America Stanford, 1979.\n\n19 CAR, March 16; Mesoamerica, March 1990.\n\n20 Elections, CAR, Jan. 26, 1990. LP, Dec. 7; CAR, April 28, July 27; Excelsior, April 30; COHA Washington Report on the Hemisphere, Sept. 27, 1989. For several examples of repression in the late 1980s of the kind that aroused great fury when reported in Nicaragua, see Necessary Illusions, 249, 268; for a much worse case, see Culture of Terrorism, 243.\n\n21 Mesoamerica, Sept. 1990.\n\n22 ""Costa Rica: Arming the country of peace,"" CAR, July 27, 1990.\n\n23 Ibid. COHA, ""News and Analysis,"" Aug. 18, 1988; Washington Report on the Hemisphere, Sept. 27, 1989. Selser, La Jornada Mexico, Jan. 23, 1990, citing Arias\'s NYT Op-Ed on January 9.\n\n24 Editorial, MH, July 31, 1990.\n\n25 In the mainstream, that is. See, however, Alexander Cockburn, Nation, Jan. 29, 1990, and subsequent articles of his.\n\n26 Rohter, ""Panama and U.S. Strive to Settle on Death Toll,"" NYT, April 1, 1990.\n\n27 Excelsior-AFP, Jan. 27 LANU, March 1990; Mesoamerica Costa Rica, May 1990; CAR, March 2, 1990.\n\n28 Brecha, CODEHUCA, ""Report of Joint CODEHUCA-CONADEHUPA delegation,"" Jan.-Feb. 1990, San Jose.\n\n29 CODEHUCA, PEACENET, Feb. 5, 1990. Panamanian journalist Jose Montano, LP Lima, Jan. 18, 1990.\n\n30 See Physicians for Human Rights, ""\'Operation Just Cause\': The Medical Cost of Military Action in Panama,"" Boston, March 15, 1990; Americas Watch, Laws of War and the Conduct of the Panama Invasion, 1990.\n\n31 CAR, Sept. 7, 1990.\n\n32 CBS TV, 7PM EST, Sept. 30, 1990.\n\n33 Excelsior Mexico City, April 14, 1990; Central America NewsPak, Austin Texas. Pelaez, El Diario-La Prensa, May 7, 1990.\n\n34 Aviation Week & Space Technology, Jan. 1, 1990.\n\n35 John Morrocco, ibid.; Hackworth, interview with Bill Baskervill, AP, Feb. 25, 1990. March 1990 report, see Deterring Democracy chapter 1.\n\n36 Michael Gordon, NYT, April 11, 1990.\n\n37 Oppenheimer, MH, June 20, 1990.\n\n38 CAR, Aug. 17, 1990.\n\n39 LP, Aug. 30, 1990.\n\n40 James, ""US policy in Panama,"" Race & Class, July-September 1990; State Department letter to Jesse Helms, stating that the Department ""shares your view"" on the matter in question, March 26, 1987, cited by James.\n\n41 CAR, Aug. 31; Excelsior. Sept. 2, 1990.\n\n42 Wysham, Labor Action, April-May 1990; James, op. cit. On these and other matters discussed here, see also Martha Gellhorn, ""The Invasion of Panama,"" Granta, Spring 1990.\n\n43 Constable, BG, July 11, 1990.\n\n44 CSM, April 9, 1990.\n\n45 Excelsior, Feb. 28, 1990; LANU.\n\n46 Felicitas Pliego, Excelsior, April 29, 1990.\n\n47 Commission of Inquiry release, Feb. 17; COHA News and Analysis, May 1, 1990.\n\n48 Bernal, ""Panama\'s fight for free expression,"" Chicago Tribune, May 29, 1990.\n\n49 Excelsior, Aug. 24; CAR, Sept. 7, 1990. See my articles in Z magazine, November 1989, March 1990.\n\n50 CAR, April 6; Andres Oppenheimer, MH, Jan. 19, 1990.\n\n51 CAR, Aug. 30, 1990, citing a recent poll published in La Prensa.\n\n52 Massing, NYRB, May 17, 1990.\n\nNotes to Part II\n\nNot available.\n\nNotes to Part III\n\n1 Shanin, Russia as a `Developing Society\' Yale, 1985, vol. 1, 186f., quoting D. Mirsky, Russia, A Social History London 1952, 269; Gerschenkron, Economic Backwardness in Historical Perspective Harvard, 1962, 216.\n\n2 Quoted by Jon Reed, Guardian New York, May 23, 1990.\n\n3 John Saxe-Fernandez, Excelsior, Nov. 21, 1989, in Latin America News Update, Jan. 1990; TNR, March 19, 1990.\n\n4 Pasos, publication of the Ecumenical Department of Investigation in San Jos, Costa Rica; LADOC Peru, Nov./Dec. 1990.\n\n5 Pastor, Foreign Policy, Winter 1988-9; Jeff Gerth, NYT, Feb. 12, 1990.\n\n6 Weschler, ""Poland,"" Dissent, Spring 1990; Triska, ""introduction,"" in Triska, ed., Dominant Powers and Subordinate States Duke, 1986.\n\n7 Raymond Garthoff, Detente and Confrontation, 499; M. Marrese and J. Vanous, Soviet Subsidization of Trade with Eastern Europe California, 1983; Marer and Poznanski, ""Costs of Domination, Benefits of Subordination,"" in Triska, op. cit.; Peter Gumbel, ""Gorbachev Threat Would Cut Both Ways,"" WSJ, April 17, 1990.\n\n8 Triska, op. cit., 11; Paz cited by Jeffrey Hughes, 29.\n\n9 Wesson, Valenta, in Triska, op. cit., 63, 282.\n\n10 On these matters, see particularly Alice Amsden, Asia\'s Next Giant Oxford, 1989, and for an overview, Amsden, ""East Asia\'s Challenge -- to Standard Economics,"" American Prospect, Summer 1990. For some recent reflections on Taiwan and Japan, Carl Goldstein, Bob Johnstone, Far Eastern Economic Review, May 3, May 31, 1990. Cumings, ""The origins and development of the Northeast Asian political economy,"" International Organization 38.1, Winter 1984.\n\n11 Akio Morita and Shintaro Ishihara, The Japan That Can Say No Konbusha, Tokyo, translation distributed privately, taken from Congressional Record, Nov. 14, 1989, E3783-98.\n\n12 Tariq Banuri, ed., No Panacea: the Limits of Economic Liberalization Oxford, forthcoming.\n\n13 Sen, ""Indian Development: Lessons and Non-Lessons,"" Daedalus, Vol. 118 of the Proceedings of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, 1989. For further details on the Kerala exception, see Richard W. Franke and Barbara H. Chasin, Kerala: Radical Reform As Development in an Indian State Institute for Food & Development Policy, Food First Development Report No. 6, October 1989.\n\n14 Mieczyslaw Mieszczanowski, Polityka, Dec. 16, 1989, cited by Abraham Brumberg, Foreign Affairs, ""America and the World,"" 1989-90.\n\n15 Envio Managua, May 1990.Embed', 'default'",0
1407,Anjulie___Love_Songs,happy,"""Love Songs  I fall so, I fall\n\nLove songs and limousines\nWishing wells and make believe\nDisco balls and dancing queens\nI fall so easy\n\nRich guys and candlelight\nTelling me the things I like\nI'm too young and they're too right for me\nI fall so easy for cheesy things in life\nSad, sad movies make me cry\nPretty people I admire, I used to hate\n\nI fall so easy for the stupid little lines\nHollywood and sunny skies\nFancy restaurants with three forks and knives\nI fall so easy\n\nUntil you came my way\nTurn my clouds to white from gray\nShowered me with pink champagne\nI let go so easier\n\nThat girl I used to be\nCynical and heartbreak free\nConfidence exude in me now\n\nI fall so easy for cheesy things in life\nSad, sad movies make me cry\nPretty people I admire, I used to hate\n\nI fall so easy for the stupid little lines\nHollywood and sunny skies\nFancy restaurants with three forks and knives\nI fall so easily in love, in love\nYou might also likeI fall so, I fall, I fall so easily in love\nCheesy things in life\nSad, sad movies make me cry\nI fall so, I fall so, I fall so easily in love",0
7417,Donovan___Colours,calm,"""Colours  Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair\nIn the morning, when we rise\nIn the morning, when we rise\nThat's the time, that's the time\nI love the best\n\nBlue's the colour of the sky-y\nIn the morning, when we rise\nIn the morning, when we rise\nThat's the time, that's the time\nI love the best\nGreen's the colour of the sparklin' corn\nIn the morning, when we rise\nIn the morning, when we rise\nThat's the time, that's the time\nI love the best\n\nMellow is the feeling that I get\nWhen I see her, m-hmm\nWhen I see her, oh yeah\nThat's the time, that's the time\nI love the best\n\nFreedom is a word I rarely use\nWithout thinking, oh yeah\nWithout thinking, m-hmm\nOf the time, of the time\nWhen I've been loved",2
5113,Chandeen___In_Power_We_Entrust_The_Love_Advocated,sad,"'In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated  Sail on silver wings\nThrough this storm\nWhat fortune love may bring\nBack to my arms again\nThe love of a former golden age\nI am disabled by fears concerning which course to take\nFor, now that wheels are turning\nI find my faith deserting me...\n\nThis night is filled with cries of\nDispossessed children in search of paradise\nA sign of unresolve that\nEnvisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on\nI am disabled by fears concerning which course to take\nWhen memory bears witness to\nThe innocence, consumed in dying rage!\nThe way lies through our love;\nThere can be no other means to the end\nOr keys to my heart...\nYou will never find\nYou will never find!You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
1485,Annuals___Brother,sad,"""Brother  Me and my brother hiking\nMe and my brother might find a turtle\nWe'll just have some fun\n\nMe, and my brother playing with our dog\nTwo mighty men with a wolf\nWho drinks from the gulf\n\nCool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother\n\nI fell down in a creek bed\nBrother wept\nIn his face I met fear\nThat I could die right there\nBut I climbed right out\nBut I climbed right out\n\nNow I've grown bold and lonely\nI should have stayed with dear brother at home\nBut we grew up old",1
9204,Fleet_Foxes___Quiet_Houses,happy,"'Quiet Houses  [Verse 1]\nLay me down, lay me down\nLay me down, lay me down\nDarkening, darkening\nDarkening, darkening\nDarkening, darkening\nDarkening, darkening\n\n[Verse 2]\nCome to me, come to me\nCome to me, come to me\nLay me down, lay me down\nLay me down, lay me down\nLay me down, lay me down\nLay me down, lay me down\n[Outro]\nQuiet houses, lit up by candlelight\nIn the gloom of the dawn\nQuiet houses, lit up by candlelight\nLight of an English songYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6603,David_Essex___A_Winters_Tale,sad,"""A Winter’s Tale  The nights are colder now\nMaybe I should close the door\nAnd anyway the snow has covered all your footsteps\nAnd I can follow you no more\nThe fire still burns at night\nMy memories are warm and clear\nBut everybody knows it's hard to be alone at this time of year\n\nIt was only a winter's tale\nJust another winter's tale\nAnd why should the world take notice\nOf one more love that's failed?\nA love that could never be\nThough it meant a lot to you and me\nOn a world-wide scale we're just another winter's tale\nWhile I stand alone\nA bell is ringing far away\nI wonder if you hear, I wonder if you're listening\nI wonder where you are today\nGood luck, I wish you well\nFor all that wishes may be worth\nI hope that love and strength\nAre with you for the length of your time on Earth\n\nIt was only a winter's tale\nJust another winter's tale\nAnd why should the world take notice\nOf one more love that's failed?\nIt's a love that could never be\nThough it meant a lot to you and me\nOn a world-wide scale we're just another winter's tale\n\nIt was only a winter's tale\nJust another winter's tale\nAnd why should the world take notice\nOf one more love that's failed?\nIt's a love that could never be\nThough it meant a lot to you and me\nOn a world-wide scale we're just another winter's tale",1
9412,Fractured___Try_To_Forget,sad,"""Try To Forget  Caught in the moment\nI'm lost in the past\nI'm afraid of the future\nIt's moving much too fast\nThe lights of today\nHave started to dim\nThe lights of tomorrow\nSoon will begin\nThe things we shared\nThe memories—\nThey stood against\nWhat was meant to be\nTime will tell me\nIf I'm right\nBut I lay awake, thinking of you tonight\nI try to forget\nThat look in your eyes\nThe tears I shed\nAs I watched you cross the line\nYou'll never know\nNever wonder\nNever see your soul\nTorn asunder\nAll you meant to me\n\nThese helpless feelings I cannot hide\nThe love, the pain\nAnd all this hurt inside\nAnd once it's lost\nI'll never find\nSomeone like you—\nBy my side\nI let it all\nSlip away\nThrough my hands evaporate\nGiven up to think maybe\nI let it all\nSlip away\nThrough my hands evaporate\nGiven up to think maybe\nThings will change for you and me\nYou might also likeI try to forget\nThat look in your eyes\nThe tears I shed\nAs I watched you cross the line\nYou'll never know, never wonder\nNever see your soul\nTorn asunder\nAll you meant to me\n\nI try to forget\nI try to forget\nI try to forget\nThat look in your eyes\nThe tears I shed\nAs I watched you cross the line\nYou'll never know, never wonder\nNever see\nAll you meant to me\nTry to forget\nTry to forget\nI try to forget",1
5781,Concrete_Blonde___Roxy,sad,"""Roxy  All the young dudes\nFeather'd & possessed\nA sparkling sequined mess\nSo special\n& so eloquent\nHeavensent\nWhat I meant to say is\nOf all the sounds I hear\nWith my humble human ear none\nAre as delicious\nOr nutritious\nO roxy\nYou're my maggie may\nMore beautiful tonight\nThan you ever were back in the day\nO roxy, your golden boys\nMake a beautiful noise\nAfter all these years\nYou still bring tears to my eyes\n\nSweeter sounds\nFrom space were never heard\nOr a perfect turn of word\nLike a whirlwind\nYou blow in again\n& all the songs\nHave been in my head\n& heart for o so long\nIt's like listening to a kiss\nOh, you'll never know\nHow very much we missed you\nDearest\n\nO roxy\nYou're my maggie may\nMore beautiful tonight\nThan you ever were back in the day\nO roxy, your golden boys\nMake a beautiful noise\nAfter all these years\nYou still bring tears to my eyes",1
915,All_Time_Low___Lullabies,happy,"'Lullabies  [Chorus]\nMake it a sweet, sweet goodbye\nIt could be for the last time and it\'s not right\n""Don\'t let yourself get in over your head,"" he said\nAlone and far from home I\'ll find you\nDead, like a candle you burnt out;\nSpill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words\nScream to be heard, like you needed any more attention;\nThrow the bottle, break the door and disappear\n\n[Chorus]\nSing me to sleep, I\'ll see you in my dreams\nWaiting to say, ""I miss you. I\'m so sorry.""\n[Verse 2]\nForever\'s never seemed so long as when you\'re not around\nIt\'s like a piece of me is missing\nI could have learned so much from you, but what\'s left now?\nDon\'t you realize you showed this family a world of pain?\nCan\'t you see this should have been a happy ending we let go?\n\n[Chorus]\nSing me to sleep, I\'ll see you in my dreams\nWaiting to say, ""I miss you. I\'m so sorry.""\n\n[Bridge]\nSing me to sleep\nSing me to sleep\nSing me to sleep\nSing me to sleep\n\n[Outro]\nSing me to sleep You\'ve taken so much with you\nI\'ll see you in my dreams But left the worst with me\nWaiting to say, ""I miss you. I\'m so sorry.""\nI\'m sorry, I\'m sorrySee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like1Embed', 'default'",0
6231,DJ_Shadow___Blood_On_The_Motorway,sad,"""Blood on the Motorway  [Intro]\nAnd now, eternity\n\nBe still now\nI am with you\nI am deep within you\nYou are at peace\nYou cannot be harmed\nYou will not suffer\nBreathe deeply\nBreathe in the healing love of the universe\nAnd breathe out the sickness which has taken you\nI am with you\nIt's easy\nIt's like breathing\nIt's like a heartbeat\nIt's easy\n\nHave not betrayed your ideals\nYour ideals betrayed you\nWhat are you going to do?\nYour eyes will not close\nYour tongue barely speaks\nBut I can still feel you\n\nI can still feel you\nSo come, come relax\nGrin, let the changes in\nCome on, come relax, grin\nLet the laughter, let the laughter\nLet the laughter begin\nRelax, grin, let the changes in\n\n[Outro]\nTime is done\nThe sun has gone\nIt's too late\nEternity has come",1
1902,As_I_Lay_Dying___Forever,anger,"'Forever  Forever your eyes will hold the memory\nI saw your heart as it overtook me\nWe tried so hard to understand and reason\nBut in that one moment I gave my heart away\n\nI gave my heart away\nIn that moment I gave my heart away\nIn that moment I gave my heart away\n\nWith that perfect breath where my mind lay beside me\nAnd all I knew is what had overtaken me\nWith no reason I am comforted by inability to understand\nForever your eyes will hold the memory\nI saw your heart as it overtook me\nWe tried so hard to understand and reason\nBut in that one moment I gave my heart away\n\nI gave my heart away\nIn that moment I gave my heart away\nIn that moment I gave my heart away\n\nForever your eyes will hold the memory\nForever your eyes will hold the memory\nForever your eyes will hold the memory\n\nWhen I wake from this dream\nWill your smile still open my heart\nAnd leave me transparent?\nWhen I wake from this dream\nWill your smile still open my heart\nAnd leave me transparent?You might also like1Embed', 'default'",3
97,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___Lost_Feeling,sad,"""Lost Feeling  If love could be the answer then the answer would be you\nAnd if I could have a feeling then I'd want it to be true\nMy dreams have all been broken and my past is flood with tears\nNow my time is open but the feelings gone, the feeling is gone\nI hold on to a reason but I've got no reason to\nTry and try forever but I won't get back to you\nAnd I'm dying to meet you, and I'm dying to see you\nI'm dying to hold you and I'm dying to have you\nI can try to make you stay but the feelings gone, the feeling has gone\n\nNow I build up strength and I build it up to\nCut away the answer and I hope I get to you\nWell I'm dying to meet you, I'm dying to see you\nI'm dying to hold you and I'm dying to have you\nSome things never go away but the feelings gone, the feeling is gone",1
10,And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead___The_Lost_City_Of_Refuge,calm,"""The Lost City Of Refuge  With history, your bluest grace\nFalls apart, cascading down\nSpeak to me of beautiful hate\nOf island chains swept with the tide\nTragedy ripening on\nThe coral leis of a conquering king\n\nThey're swept away\nOh, but not lost\n\nBeneath the waves of trembling stars\nThe road winds towards\nThe windward side\nMy soul is saved by these city lights\nMy face is framed by the blanket of night\nThey're swept away\nOh, but not lost\n\nWas I too proud to say, or to wish for\nWords that I knew were forbidden?\nBecause I don't want to know\nI didn't want to see what I saw\nWhen I looked in the distance\n\nThey're swept away\nOh, but not lost",2
7197,Dina_Carroll___Aint_No_Man,sad,"""Ain’t No Man  I just can't control\nHow I feel about you\nAnd I'm so surprised\nWith the way I act\nWhen you're around\nI know they never see\nAll the things that I see\nThey don't understand\nJust what it is\nThat we have found\nWell I don't care what they say\nI've made up my mind anyway\n'Cos you've got the love that I need\nAnd I wouldn't change it for anything\n\nThere ain't no man\nMakes me feel like you do\nThere ain't no man\nAin't no doubt\nThere ain't no man\nMakes me feel like you do\nThere ain't no man\nThat I've ever found\n\nI simply love the times\nThat we spend together\nAnd I love the things\nThat you say to me\nWhen we're alone\nThere isn't any doubt\nIn the way I'm feeling\nAnd I hope the way\nThat I'm feeling now\nWill never go\n\nWell I don't care what they say\nI've made up my mind anyway\n'Cos you've got the love that I need\nAnd I wouldn't change it for anything\nYou might also likeThere ain't no man\nMakes me feel like you do\nThere ain't no man\nAin't no doubt\nThere ain't no man\nMakes me feel like you do\nThere ain't no man\nThat I've ever found",1
1399,Anita_Baker___Sweet_Love,happy,"""Sweet Love  [Verse 1]\nWith all my heart, I love you, baby\nStay with me, and you will see\nMy arms will hold you, baby\nNever leave 'cause I believe\n\n[Chorus]\nI'm in love, sweet love\nHear me calling out your name—I feel no shame\nI'm in love, sweet love\nDon't you ever go away, it'll always be this way\n[Verse 2]\nYour heart has called me closer to you\nI will be all that you need\nJust trust in what we're feeling\nNever leave 'cause, baby, I believe\n\n[Chorus]\nIn this love, sweet love\nHear me calling out your name—I feel no shame\nI'm in love, sweet love;\nDon't you ever go away, it'll always be this way\n\n[Bridge]\nThere's no stronger love in this world—oh, baby, no\nYou're my man, I'm your girl—I'll never go\nWait and see, can't be wrong\nDon't you know this is where you belong?\n\n[Verse 3]\nHow sweet this dream, how lovely baby\nStay right here, never fear\nI will be all that you need\nNever leave 'cause, baby, I believe\n\n[Chorus]\nIn this love, sweet love\nHear me calling out your name—I feel no shame\nI'm in love, sweet love\nDon't you ever go away, it'll always be this way\nSee Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Outro]\nSweet love\nOh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no\nSweet love Oh no, no\nOoh Uh-huh, huh, huh\nWith all my heart, I love you So sweet, so sweet\nOoh So sweet, oh, oh, love\nSweet love Your love\nOh, baby, no sweeter love\nSweet love Oh, sweeter love\nOh, no, no, no, no-no, no, no, no\nSweet love Don't nobody know\nDon't nobody know how sweet it is\nAh, how sweet it is\nSweet love Love me sweetly, baby\nJust love me sweetly, baby\nSweet love\nDon't nobody know\nSweet love5",0
4529,Buffalo_Springfield___Expecting_To_Fly,calm,"""Expecting to Fly  [Verse 1]\nThere you stood on the edge of your feather\nExpecting to fly\nWhile I laughed, I wondered whether\nI could wave goodbye\nKnowing that you'd gone?\n\n[Bridge]\nBy the summer, it was healing\nWe had said goodbye\nAll the years we'd spent with feeling\nEnded with a cry\nBabe, ended with a cry\nBabe, ended with a cry\n[Verse 2]\nI tried so hard to stand\nAs I stumbled and fell to the ground\nSo hard to laugh as I fumbled\nAnd reached for the love I'd found\nKnowing it was gone\n\n[Bridge]\nIf I ever lived without you\nNow you know I died\nIf I ever said I loved you\nNow you know I tried\nBabe, now you know I tried\nBabe, now you know I tried\nBabeYou might also like1",2
1922,Ashbury_Heights___Suicide_Anthem,sad,"""Suicide Anthem  Nobody loves me\nA sadder line\nWas never written\nThe truth behind\nMy cold depression\nDeathwish divine\nWe're lonely people\nWithout a spine\n\nGive my regards to the next of kin\nAnd tell them all\nWhat a smash it has been\nI'll say my prayers\nI'll say I'm sorry\nI'll say my everythings and\nBe done with this world\n\nI'd tell the shadows\nBeyond the grave\nDepression's boomin'\nWe're on our way\nPosthumously\nI'll have my day\nI'll make a scene a...\nVulgar display\n\nGive my regards to the next of kin\nAnd tell them all\nWhat a smash it has been\n\nI'm six feet under\nBefore my time\nA virgin nothing\nOne of a kind\nIt makes no difference\nIf I should find\nSomeone who loved me\nI wouldn't mind\nYou might also likeGive my regards to the next of kin\nAnd tell them all\nWhat a smash it has been",1
8872,Fall_Out_Boy___Nobody_Puts_Baby_In_The_Corner,happy,"""Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner  [Verse]\nDrink down that gin and kerosene\nCome spit on bridges with me\nJust to keep us warm\nLight a match to leave me be\nLight a match to leave me be\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI keep my jealousy close\n'Cause it's all mine\nAnd if you say this makes you happy\nThen I'm not the only one lying\n[Chorus]\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI keep my jealousy close\n'Cause it's all mine\nAnd if you say this makes you happy\nThen I'm not the only one lying\n\n[Verse]\nDrink down that gin and kerosene\nCome spit on bridges with me\nJust to keep us warm\nLight a match to leave me be\nLight a match to leave me\n\n[Chorus]\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nSo wear me like a locket around your throat\nI'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke\nYou look so good in blue\nYou look so good in blue\nSo wear me like a locket around your throat\nI'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke\nYou look so good in blue\nYou look so good in blue\nSo wear me like a locket around your throat\nI'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke\nYou look so good in blue\nYou look so good in blue\n\n[Chorus]\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday\nKeep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you\nCan I lay in your bed all day?\nI'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake\nHand behind this pen relives a failure everyday3",0
7299,Divinyls___I_Touch_Myself,happy,"""I Touch Myself  [Verse 1]\nI love myself\nI want you to love me\nWhen I'm feelin' down\nI want you above me\nI search myself\nI want you to find me\nI forget myself\nI want you to remind me\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't want anybody else\nWhen I think about you, I touch myself, ooh\nI don't want anybody else\nOh no, oh no, oh no\n[Verse 2]\nYou're the one who makes me come running\nYou're the sun who makes me shine\nWhen you're around I'm always laughing\nI wanna make you mine\n\n[Verse 3]\nI close my eyes\nAnd see you before me\nThink I would die\nIf you were to ignore me\nA fool could see\nJust how much I adore you\nI get down on my knees\nI'd do anything for you\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't want anybody else\nWhen I think about you, I touch myself, oh-oh\nI don't want anybody else\nOh no, oh no, oh no, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nI love myself\nI want you to love me\nWhen I'm feelin' down\nI want you above me\nI search myself\nI want you to find me\nI forget myself\nI want you to remind me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI don't want anybody else\nWhen I think about you, I touch myself, oh-oh\nI don't want anybody else\nOh no, oh no, oh no\n\n[Bass Solo]\nI want you\nI don't want anybody else\nAnd when I think about you, I touch myself\nOoh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't want anybody else\nWhen I think about you, I touch myself, oh-oh\nI don't want anybody else\nWhen I think about you, I touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI honestly do\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI honestly do\n[Outro]\nI touch myself\nI touch myself\nI touch myself8",0
8161,Elvis_Presley___Cant_Help_Falling_In_Love,sad,"'Can’t Help Falling in Love  [Verse 1]\nWise men say\n""Only fools rush in""\nBut I can\'t help\nFalling in love with you\n\n[Verse 2]\nShall I stay?\nWould it be a sin\nIf I can\'t help\nFalling in love with you?\n[Chorus]\nLike a river flows\nSurely to the sea\nDarling, so it goes\nSome things are meant to be\n\n[Verse 3]\nTake my hand\nTake my whole life, too\nFor I can\'t help\nFalling in love with you\n\n[Chorus]\nLike a river flows\nSurely to the sea\nDarling, so it goes\nSome things are meant to be\n\n[Outro]\nTake my hand\nTake my whole life, too\nFor I can\'t help\nFalling in love with you\nFor I can\'t help\nFalling in love with youYou might also like113Embed', 'default'",1
4487,Bryan_Adams___Summer_Of_69,happy,"""Summer of ’69  [Intro]\nI got my first real six-string\nBought it at the five and dime\nPlayed it 'til my fingers bled\nWas the summer of '69\n\n[Verse 1]\nMe and some guys from school\nHad a band and we tried real hard\nJimmy quit and Jody got married\nI should've known we'd never get far\n[Chorus 1]\nOh, when I look back now\nThat summer seemed to last forever\nAnd if I had the choice\nYeah, I'd always wanna be there\nThose were the best days of my life\n\n[Verse 2]\nAin't no use in complainin'\nWhen you got a job to do\nI spent my evenings down at the drive-in\nAnd that's when I met you, yeah\n\n[Chorus 2]\nStandin' on your mama's porch\nYou told me that you'd wait forever\nOh, and when you held my hand\nI knew that it was now or never\nThose were the best days of my life\nOh, yeah\nBack in the summer of '69, oh\n\n[Bridge]\nMan, we were killin' time\nWe were young and restless\nWe needed to unwind\nI guess nothing can last forever\nForever, no\nYeah\nSee Bryan Adams LiveGet tickets as low as $49You might also like[Verse 3]\nAnd now the times are changin'\nLook at everything that's come and gone\nSometimes when I play that old six-string\nI think about you, wonder what went wrong\n\n[Chorus 3]\nStandin' on your mama's porch\nYou told me that it'd last forever\nOh, and when you held my hand\nI knew that it was now or never\nThose were the best days of my life\nOh, yeah\nBack in the summer of '69, uh-huh\nIt was the summer of '69, oh, yeah\n\n[Outro]\nMe and my baby in '69, oh, oh\nIt was the summer, summer, summer of '69\nYeah31",0
7064,Diamond_Rio___Meet_In_The_Middle,happy,"""Meet in the Middle  [Verse 1]\nIt was seven hundred fence posts from your place to ours\nNeither one of us was old enough to drive a car\nSometimes it was rainin', sometimes it would shine\nWe wore out that gravel road between your house and mine\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine\nWe'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine\nWe'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little\nThere ain't no road too long when we meet in the middle\n[Verse 2]\nIt's been seven years tomorrow since we said our vows\nUnder that old pine tree, you ought to see it now\nStandin' in the backyard, remindin' me and you\nThat if we don't see eye to eye, there's somethin' we can do\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine\nWe'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine\nWe'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little\nThere ain't no road too long when we meet in the middle\n\n[Bridge]\nBabe, I love the way we work it out\nThat's what love is all about\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine\nWe'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine\nWe'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little\nThere ain't no road too long when we meet in the middle\n\n[Chorus]\nI'd start walkin' your way, you'd start walkin' mine\nWe'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine\nWe'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little\nThere ain't no road too long when we meet in the middle\nSee Diamond Rio LiveGet tickets as low as $47You might also like[Chorus]\nI'd start walking your way, you'd start walking mine\nWe'd meet in the middle, 'neath that old Georgia pine\nWe'd gain a lot of ground, 'cause we'd both give a little\nThere ain't no road too long when we meet in the middle3",0
3753,Bob_Dylan___Absolutely_Sweet_Marie,happy,"""Absolutely Sweet Marie  [Verse 1]\nWell, your railroad gate\nYou know I just can't jump it\nSometimes it gets so hard, you see\nI just sitting here, beating on my trumpet\nWith all these promises you left for me\nBut where are you tonight, sweet Marie?\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, I waited for you when I was half sick\nYes, I waited for you when you hated me\nWell, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic\nYeah, when you knew I had some other place to be\nNow, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?\n[Bridge 1]\nWell, anybody can be just like me, obviously\nBut then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, six white horses that you did promise\nWere finally delivered down to the penitentiary\nBut to live outside the law, you must be honest\nI know you always say that you agree\nAlright, so where are you tonight, sweet Marie?\n\n[Bridge 2]\nWell, I don't know how it happened\nBut the riverboat captain, he knows my fate\nBut everybody else, even yourself\nThey're just gonna have to wait\n\n[Verse 4]\nWell, I got the fever down in my pockets\nThe Persian drunkard, he follows me\nYes, I can take him to your house, but I can't unlock it\nYou see, you forgot to leave me with the key\nOh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell, I been in jail when all the mail showed\nThat a man can't give his address out to bad company\nAnd now I stand here lookin' at your yellow railroad\nIn the ruins of your balcony\nWondering where you are tonight, sweet MarieYou might also like1",0
1330,Angelspit___Elixir,anger,"""Elixir  Placebo from the Garden of Eden\nRub it on bone, watch the skin grow\nBlissful cocktail makes a god from heathens\nChanging your life to a perfect glow\n\nTie a knot and hang it up high\nYour battered corpse is bitter and sore\nOur lethal nectar will distort your body\nWe'll make you better than God did before\n\nExcess into muscle\nJesus pill binge\nWater into wine\nDevil in a syringe\nYou will obey me\nYou will become me\nWe will control you\nTime for your medicine baby\n\nOh child of Balem, I hear you wailing\nYour love muscle refuses to grow\nWhen nature fails, reach for the elixir\nBoldly rush where angels won't go\n\nBound up, perfected, five inches, inflated\nYou'll be an overnight extrovert\nPattern the body, beauty by numbers\nBreathe in tight, this is going to hurt\n\nExcess into muscle\nJesus pill binge\nWater into wine\nDevil in a syringe\nExcess into muscle\nJesus pill binge\nWater into wine\nDevil in a syringe\n\nYou will obey me\nYou will become me\nWe will control you\nTime for your medicine baby\nYou might also likeYou don't get it\nYou just don't get it\nYou don't get it\nYou just don't get it\nYou don't get it\nYou just don't get it\nYou don't get it\nYou just don't get it\n\nSuckling frenzy at rubber breast\nBeheaded, busted, a doll, infect\nSalty lotion, rubbed in open scratch\nRemoves hair and all self respect\n\nYou need it, trust me, you need it\nInject potion, peel back your face\nLacerate on your armor inflict\nUncut beauty underlines grotesque\n\nYou will obey me\nYou will become me\nWe will control you\nTime for your medicine baby\nYou will obey me\nYou will become me\nWe will control you\nTime for your medicine baby",3
103,A_Place_to_Bury_Strangers___The_Falling_Sun,sad,"'The Falling Sun  Your love, a waste of time\nI watch, I watched it fade away\nIt takes me away\nIt takes me through the day\nI can see it now, so little left\nI feel it fade today\nI feel you in the breeze\nSurrounded everyday, walk away\n\n?\nYour love, a waste of time\nI watch, I watched it fade away\nIt takes me through the days\nIt takes me through\nYour eyes, I can see now, I always see\nI feel it fade from me\nI sense you in the trees\nYou surround me everyday, walk away\n\n?You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8737,Exploited___Blown_To_Bits,anger,"""Blown To Bits  ????\nIn the mist\nHanging in a noose\nWhile I get dressed\nBlown to bits by an IRA bomb\nWeighing not too much more than half a stone\nBlown to bits\nBy an IRA Bomb\nBlown to bits\nA dirty old man\nHad his own ambitions\nIn his day\nTo live with the queen\nAnd I should know\nCos I was there\nBlown to bits\nBy an IRA bomb\nThat little boy is no more\nFeed him to the fish ?????\nIntestines in a plastic bag\nAnd that's what you get from those f*cking fags",3
6905,Derek__The_Dominos___Nobody_Knows_You_When_Youre_Down_And_Out,sad,"""Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out  [Verse 1]\nOnce I lived the life of a millionaire\nSpent all my money, I just did not care\nTook all my friends out for a good time\nBought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine\n\n[Verse 2]\nThen I began to fall so low\nLost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go\nIf I get my hands on a dollar again\nI'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins, yeah\n[Verse 3]\n'Cause no, no, nobody knows you\nWhen you're down and out\nIn your pocket, not one penny\nAnd as for friends, you don't have any\n\n[Verse 4]\nWhen you finally get back up on your feet again\nEverybody wants to be your old long-lost friend\nSaid it's mighty strange, without a doubt\nNobody knows you when you're down and out, yeah\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Verse 5]\nBut when you finally get back up on your feet again\nEverybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend\nSaid it's mighty strange, yeah\nNobody knows you\nNobody knows you\nNobody knows you when you're down and out",1
4712,Calvin_Harris___Disco_Heat,happy,"""Disco Heat  [Verse 1]\nInside me, inside me is a flame\nThat burned brighter anytime you came\nGets in the way when I'm alone with you\nBut disappears if I'm with someone new\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt learnt how to fit into my foreplay\nWith my skills our love was going okay\nUntil the night when we were on the phone\nYou're moving on what better\n[Verse 1]\nInside me, inside me is a flame\nThat burned brighter anytime you came\nGets in the way when I'm alone with you\nBut disappears if I'm with someone new\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt learnt how to fit into my foreplay\nWith my skills our love was going okay\nUntil the night when we were on the phone\nYou're moving on what betterSee Calvin Harris LiveGet tickets as low as $263",0
6764,Dead_Poetic___Long_Forgotten,anger,"""Long Forgotten  Feeling low, like I'm ready to crack and\nSlowly moving from bending to breaking\nI stay diluted to avoid the pain\nBut I give her more than she can take\n\nI'm only killing the only haven\nThe still asylum I haven't destroyed yet\nAnd when it's gone I'm left with nothing\n\nThis isn't what we counted on\nThis isn't what we said it'd be\nThe fantasy is dead\nAnd I can't feel it\nThis isn't what we counted on\nThis isn't what we said it'd be\nThe fantasy is dead\nAnd long forgotten\nI told her she was killing me and\nShe said she was already dead\nEvery ounce of emotion fades\nAnd I promise you it'll end someday, I hope\n\nI'm only hoping that this is common\nShe's all I'm living with when all this fades away\nAnd when it's gone I'm left with nothing\n\nShe doesn't need it\nShe doesn't need it\nMy optimism is masking my failure",3
7173,Digable_Planets___For_Corners,happy,"""For Corners  [Monica]\nBrooklyn got the funk\nUptown got the funk\nEast/West/Northside got the funk\nL.A. got the funk\nBoogie Down got the funk\nQueens do got the funk\nThe bottom got the funk\nWe got the funk\n\n[Butterfly]\nI'm high as the wind so I blow minds\nCurb hanger and hopper at the oracle of hipster\nJust like Black Caesar my depths are fresh\n'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign\nMy laid-back pimp walk is linear by design\nGold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine\nMe and C-Know makin' it a pundit\nI'm glad to see my nigga he plush and lavish on the block\n[Mecca the Ladybug]\nCleaner than others in my form I resort on the corners\nConnect with my propers\nCop my double players\nCleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it\nYell it and could never by defunk-ed\nI'm totemed in the fashionable flyers\nUnscared against the palest of 'em\nGem percents unheard since I'm the storm\nDonned '69 power...\nBlocks\n\n[C-Knowledge the Doodlebug]\nYou can check my stats I got crazy ups baby\nC-Know got style don't play me like I'm lazy\nFadey but never will I go out\nMy cl-out is known across the crooklyn lands\nMy universal fans got stamina\nPolar bears are fear when we step in the arena\n360 C-Know simply cyclin'\nFirm as a rock print the god when I'm buildin' blocks\n\n[Monica]\nMecca she got the funk\nShe got the funk yeah\nMy man C-Knowledge got the funk\nHe got the funk yeah\nYou might also like[C-Knowledge the Doodlebug]\nFrom the 11217 I transmit\nMy area is thick my vision focused\nMy jitterbugs limp n' learn as I squirm\nBut I'm a team player so I waits my turn\nAnd when I get the rock I'm going straight to the hole\nMy average per game is pure black soul\nIn the 13, X'd out the ignorance\nGot the clearance to speak intelligence on the block\n\n[Mecca the Ladybug]\nInto illusion we drown\nBy forth sounds smooth enough to break you left\nAnother pound as my conscience get they rest\nThat's right we Shaft it\nIncludes this pro strips as I shit, burnin', blowin'\nShakin' E-as-Allah\n3 different bags of proof\nWhy won't you swallow it approach you one time, the clearest\nFiner and sharper in the hour of black steel power...\nBlocks\n\n[Butterfly]\nSon I'm divin'\nI worm mork n'jeans high swarms\nThe nigga in the Cadillac so watch my spokes twist\nSpread him out a pound you slide me to 126\nMy soul-zodiac stroll with G licks\nMy understanding Bill doses 7 to the 6\nI pump a fist\nEven my hand got an ego\nId and super-id\nThe kid is super kid\nI doozey with the young Marx plus the 7ods on the B-Line\n[Monica]\nButterfly got the funk\nHe got the funk yeah\nSulaiman got the funk\nHe got the funk yeah\n\n[Sulaiman]\nAy yo here's the man\nThe true mastermind born n' planned\nTalents skills none can withstand\nSo kill the sham as I speak techniques mad deep\nTo represent for the streets the city corners\nLeave 'em hot as a sauna\nWord is bond cause Sul the steps be on\nThe true original man sunset to rise with foes and those you probably\nRecognized on the block\n\n[Butterfly]\nI play my Jeff tilted cause I got shtyle\nLike every nigga on the corner stroll with brown boots\nThis is our block and we do be tripping\nRingin' round the ave like sata at mad volume\nI flash a slick grin sayin' cool with nuance\nThe donut eater sweatin' at the blacks we all fronts\nHe asked my whats my name\nI told him Mark Essex\nSucker I got lessons forever I'm 'bout to bless it\nAy yo Sule noise it up\nBlocks\n\n[Sulaiman]\nI know you feel that you're real\nUntil you check the steelo, peep the crew members\nBrothers like Ambush and C.0\nFilthy rich down to mansey savage\nDashown, Has Kaos who's the method to your madness\nReal troops so walk around with the joint so get the point\nGet get the point get the point get the point\nAnd now lounge to the sounds cause the best spoke\nI catch you on the next note\nOr on the block\n\n[Monica]\nOriginals got the funk\nWe got the funk yeah\nHip Hop gots the funk\nHe keeps the funk yeah\nTeri got the funk\nMonica got the funk\nD.P.S. got the funk\n7ods got the funk\nOperation from the bottom got the funk\n7 And A Crescent got the funk\nJazzy Joyce got the funk\nJoi y'know she got the funk\nRuth there he got the funk\nPudgee straight got the funk\nThe streets got all the funk\nThree T's got all the funk\nZhane got the funk\nHB got the funk\nLittle P.O's haven't got the funk\nBeneficient got the funk\nActual Facts haven't got the funk\nSoul Foods got the funk\nK.B. got the funk\nRodo got the funk\nBrother Arthur 4 got the funk\nT.E. got the funk\nDave got the funk\nDex got the funk\nWatch Prophets got the funk\nWe got the funk, yeah4",0
5823,Corinne_Bailey_Rae___Breathless,happy,"""Breathless  Seems like everyone else has a love just for them\nI don't mind; we have such a good time, my best friend\nBut sometimes, well I wish we could be more than friends\nTell me, do you know?\nTell me, do you know?\nOh\n\nI get so breathless when you call me name\nI've often wondered, do you feel the same?\nThere's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity when we're all alone\nSo don't tell me you can't see what I'm thinking of\nI can understand that you don't want to cross the line\nAnd you know I can't promise you things will turn out fine\nBut I have to be honest: I want you to be mine\nTell me, do you know?\nTell me, do you know?\nOh\n\nI get so breathless when you call me name\nI've often wondered, do you feel the same?\nThere's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity when we're all alone\nSo don't tell me don't you tell me you can't see\nOh!\n\n'Cause I've tried to do this right in your own time\nI've been telling with my eyes my heart's on fire; why don't you realize?\nTell me, do you know?\nTell me, do you know?\n\nI get so breathless I get so breathless when you call my name\nI've often wondered, do you feel the same?\nThere's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity when we're alone\nSo don't tell me don't you tell me you can't see what I'm thinking of\n\nI get so breathless when you call me name\nI've often wondered, do you feel the same?\nThere's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity when we're all alone\nSo don't tell me don't you tell me you can't see what I'm thinking ofYou might also like1",0
5730,Collective_Soul___Turn_Around,sad,"""Turn Around  There floats our conversation\nLike clouds in our minds\nWe leave an open invitation\nTo this world we've denied\n\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my fault\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my loss\n\nFeel the raindrops of impression\nStinging from above\nWhat the price of this confusion\nWe have yet to speak of\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my fault\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my loss\n\nOut of sight beyond confusion\nStill I'm here defining my own truth\nParanoia by conclusion\nWhat's the point if I am still missing you\n\nAnd If i turn around\nAnd If I turn around\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my fault\nAnd If I turn around\nWould that be my loss\n\nAnd if I turn around\nAnd if I turn around\nAnd if I turn aroundSee Collective Soul LiveGet tickets as low as $73",1
1660,Apoptygma_Berzerk___Cambodia,sad,"""Cambodia  [Verse 1]\nWell he was Thailand based\nShe was an Air Force wife\nHe used to fly weekends\nIt was the easy life\nBut then it turned around\nAnd he began to change\nShe didn't wonder then\nShe didn't think it's strange\nBut then he got a call\nHe had to leave that night\nHe couldn't say too much\nBut it would be alright\nHe didn't need to pack\nThey'd meet the next night\nHe had a job to do\n[Chorus]\nFlying to Cambodia\nFlying to Cambodia\nFlying to Cambodia\nFlying to Cambodia\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd as the nights passed by\nShe tried to trace the past\nThe way he used to look\nThe way he used to laugh\nI guess she'll never know\nWhat got inside his soul\nShe couldn't make it out\nJust couldn't take it all\nHe had the saddest eyes\nThe girl had ever seen\nHe used to cry some nights\nAs though he lived a dream\nAnd as she held him close\nHe used to search her face\nAs though she never knew the truth\n\n[Chorus]\nLost inside Cambodia\nLost inside Cambodia\nLost inside Cambodia\nLost inside Cambodia\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nBut then a call came through\nThey said he'd soon be home\nShe had to pack a case\nAnd they would make a rendezvous\nBut now a year has passed\nAnd not a single word\nAnd all the love she knew\nHas disappeared out in the haze\nAnd now the years have passed\nWith not a single word\nBut there is only one thing left I know for sure\nShe won't see his face again",1
9022,Figurines___Back_In_The_Day,sad,"""Back in the Day  Back in the day\nA storm was on its way\nWent out to die\nWhen morning arrived\n\nAnd where will you dine when you're down\nYou'll need it if you'll never be found\nDon't change if the morning should drown\nI guess you were right\nI guess you were right\nIts lovely, for real\nEnjoy your last meal\nRattle in the dust\nDon't tell who you trust\n\nAnd where will you dine when you're down\nYou'll need it if you'll never be found\nDon't change if the morning should drown\nI guess you were right\nI guess you were right\nI guess you were right\nI guess you were right",1
4580,Buscemi___Bollywood_Swing_King,sad,"""Bollywood swing king  I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid\nI blew it all at the penny arcade\nA hundred dollars on a cupid doll\nNo pretty chick is gonna make me crawl\nAnd I teetered the way to the promised land\nEvery woman, child and man\nGet your caddilac and a great big diamond ring\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nHe's on a mission of mercy, to the new fronteir\nHe's gonna take us all outta' here\nUp to that mansion, on a hill\nWhere you can get your prescription pill\nAnd I teetered the way to the promised land\nEverybody clap your hands\nAnd don't you dirts love the way that he sings?\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nYou're riding with the king\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nA tuxedo and a shining green burning five\nYou can see it in his face, the blues is alive\nTonight everybody's getting their angel wings\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nI stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old\nWith a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold\nI had a guitar hanging just about waist high\nAnd I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nDon't you know you're riding with the king?\nYou're riding with me baby\nYou got good hands\nYes, you're riding with the king\nI wanted to say B.B. King, but you know who the king is",1
6541,Dave_Alvin___Amanda,sad,"""Amanda  I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried\nBut it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life\nTo look in the mirror in total surprise\nAt the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes\n\nAmanda, light of my life\nFate should have made you a gentleman's wife\nAmanda, light of my life\nFate should have made you a gentleman's wife\n\nIt's a measure of people who don't understand\nThe pleasures of life in a hillbilly band\nI got my first guitar when I was fourteen\nWell I finally made forty, still wearing jeans\nAmanda, light of my life\nFate should have made you a gentleman's wife\nAmanda, light of my life\nFate should have made you a gentleman's wife",1
8549,Estatic_Fear___Chapter_I,sad,"""Chapter I  The feeble leafs decline\nEnshrined in downing deep\nThe mourn abandoned plains\nLaid down in sombre sleep\nMisty shades engulf the sky\nLike past, worn memories\nThe bird's song fills the whispering breeze\nWith autumns melody\n\nThe lunar pale grim shape\nAt evening's sight renews\nIt's silented wail relieves\nRepressed thoughts anew\nI hear the lonesome choir\nOf fortunes past my way\nDisdained in fiery weeps\nThroughout my every day\nThese skies I hail and treasure thee\nMost pleasant misery\nNot pittes thorn I shelter thine\nMysterious harmony\nDraw on most pleasant night\nShade my lorn exposed sight\nFor my grief's when shadows told\nShall be eased in mist enfold\nWhy should the foolish's hope\nThy unborn passioned cry\nExhaust unheard\nBeneath this pleasent sky?\nFor if the dusking day declined\nCould delight be far behind?You might also like1",1
4470,Bruce_Willis___Under_The_Boardwalk,happy,"""Under The Boardwalk  Hey, Bruno!\n\nSay, what's up, fellows?\n\nYou're hanging out down here with us, under the boardwalk?\n\nHey, man, I got my lady down here\n\nLet's throw down\n\nOh, when the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof\nAnd the streets get so hot you wish your tired feet were fireproof\nUnder the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah\nOn a blanket with my baby is where I'll be\nUnder the boardwalk Out of the sun\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be having some fun\nUnder the boardwalk People walking above\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be falling in love\nUnder the boardwalk, boardwalk\n\nNow from the sand you hear the happy sounds of a carousel\nOoohooo, you can almost taste the hotdogs and french fries they sell\nUnder the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah\nOn a blanket with my baby is where I'll be\n\nUnder the boardwalk Out of the sun\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be having some fun\nUnder the boardwalk People walking above\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be falling in love\nUnder the boardwalk, boardwalk\n\nUnder the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah\nOn a blanket with my baby is where I'll be\n\nUnder the boardwalk Out of the sun\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be having some fun\nUnder the boardwalk People walking above\nUnder the boardwalk We'll be falling in love\nUnder the boardwalk, boardwalk",0
416,Aerosmith___Avant_Garden,happy,"""Avant Garden  [Verse 1]\nI had a friend who spoke of fate and he\nKnew of another place in space and time\nHe told of how me and my lady\nCould look but we would never find\nSaid if you please, I beg your pardon\nSometimes the things you see, they just ain't so\nYour life can be an avant garden\n'Cause loves what makes your garden grow\n\n[Chorus 1]\nThe sun leads the way Sun leads the way, the moon lights the sky Moon lights the sky\nI see you and I lying in my avant garden\nI dream of the day Dream of the day when our worlds collide Our worlds collide\nWe won't be denied here inside our avant garden\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes my life ain't what it seemin'\nRight from the start, it's what your heart's believin'\nCould all this just be lucid dreamin'?\nBut dreams just ain't enough for me\n\n[Chorus 1]\nThe sun leads the way Sun leads the way, the moon lights the sky Moon lights the sky\nI see you and I lying in my avant garden\nI dream of the day Dream of the day when our worlds collide Our worlds collide\nWe won't be denied here inside our avant garden\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou know it just ain't right to deal with other's shite\nNo one should ever be so broken hearted\nDon't ever be afraid 'cause when you got it made\nYeah, you don't even have to try\n\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Bridge]\nSo I'll be waitin' in your garden\nWatching all your flowers grow\n\n[Chorus 1]\nThe sun leads the way Sun leads the way, the moon lights the sky Moon lights the sky\nI see you and I lying in my avant garden\nI dream of the day Dream of the day when our worlds collide Our worlds collide\nYou'll know we've arrived here inside our avant garden\nYeah, yeah\nYou might also like[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Chorus 2]\nThe sun brings the rain Sun brings the rain the moon needs the sky Moons needs the sky\nI see you and I lyin' in my avant garden\nBeware of the lies, a word to the wise\nThere's sweet cherry pies and truth inside our avant garden\n\n[Instrumental Outro]",0
2758,Belle_and_Sebastian___The_Model,happy,"""The Model  I will confess to you\nBecause you made me think about the times\nYou turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over\nThe picture was a masterpiece of comic timing\nBut you wouldn't laugh at all\nAnd I wondered what the boy was thinking\nThe picture was an old collage of something classical\nThe model with a tragic air\nBecause without a doubt, he'd given up the fight\nThe ghost of somebody at his side\nI will confess to you\nBecause I didn't think about the message\nAs I walked down the alleyway\nIt was a Sunday\nAll my friends deserted me\nBecause you painted me as the fraud I really was\nAnd if you think you see with just your eyes, you're mad\nLisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold\nWhen she knew she had been bad\nShe met another blind kid at a fancy dress\nIt was the best sex that she ever had\n\nI'll send a dress to you\nBecause it's needing badly taken in\nI was so embarrassed that I missed your party\nIt was me that paid for it eventually\n'Cause you know how much I wanted\nTo meet your friend, the star of stage and local press\nThe dream of all the bowlie kids that hang around here\nI'm no different from the rest\nI'm not too proud to say that I'm okay\nWith the girl next door who's famous for showing her chest\n\nYou're not impressed by me\nBut it's a funny way for you to tell me\nA whisper in a choir stall\nThe man was talking about you simultaneously\nFrankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter\nBecause I have been sleeping badly lately\nI know you were historical from all the books I've read\nBut I thought you could be bluffing\nAnd with this chance I've missed, I feel remiss\nIt's days and months before I see you againSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0
1908,Ash___Orpheus,happy,"""Orpheus  [Verse 1]\nThat summer I did nothing\nJust sleeping, thinking and hanging around\nLeft the dark streets of September\nAs the air was cooling down\nWoah yeah it was cooling down\n\n[Chorus]\nI need the sunshine in the morning\nI'm heading for the open road\nSunshine in the morning\nLord you gotta let it flow\n[Verse 2]\nEver since I lost her\nSeems the more I learn, the less I know\nEveryday I think about her\nBut if I look back I'll turn to stone\nTo stone, woah yeah gonna turn to stone\n\n[Chorus]\nI need the sunshine in the morning\nI'm heading for the open road\nSunshine in the morning\nLord you gotta let it flow\n\nI need the sunshine in the morning\nYeah I gotta feel its glow\nSunshine in the morning\nLord you gotta let it flow\n\n[Bridge]\nI'm heading for the open road x8\nYeah\n\nIt hit me without warning\nI was left out on my own\nThe sad times they were forming\nI went through them alone\nYou might also likeA new day it is dawning\nI feel the pain is gone\nThe open world is calling\nAnd I am moving on\n\n[Chorus]\nI need the sunshine in the morning\nI'm heading for the open road\nSunshine in the morning\nLord you gotta let it flow\n\nI need the sunshine in the morning\nYeah I gotta feel its glow\nSunshine in the morning\nLord you gotta let it flow",0
7887,Elastica___Car_Song,happy,"""Car Song  [Verse 1]\nYou could call me a car lover\n'Cause I love it in a motor\nAnd the way it feels\nTo ride around on new wheels\nI hardly know you\nBut I think I'm going to\nLet's go siesta\nIn your Ford Fiesta\n\n[Chorus]\nHere we go again\nI'm riding in your car\nLet me count to ten\n'Cause it's gone way too far\nUp my street to nowhere\nYou know what detours are\nHere we go again\nAnd it's gone way too far\n[Verse 2]\nSometimes I just can't function\nMy heart's spaghetti junction\nEvery shining bonnet\nMakes me think of my back on it\nI just can't escape the feeling\nThat I'd rather be free-wheeling\nIn every little Honda\nThere may lurk a Peter Fonda\n\n[Chorus]\nHere we go again\nI'm riding in your car\nLet me count to ten\n'Cause it's gone way too far\nUp my street to nowhere\nYou know what detours are\nHere we go again\nAnd it's gone way too far",0
1147,Amy_MacDonald___Lets_Start_A_Band,sad,"""Let’s Start a Band  [Verse 1]\nPut a ribbon 'round my neck and call me a libertine\nI will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream\nI will sail away on seas of silver and gold\nUntil I reach my home\nGive me a guitar and I'll be your troubadour\nYour strolling minstrel, 12th century door to door\nI don't know anymore, if that feeling is past will it last\nOh, how can you be sure?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?\nAnd how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?\n[Verse 2]\nGive me a stage and I'll be your rock and roll queen\nYour 20th century cover of a magazine\nRolling Stone here I come, watch out everyone\nI'm singing, I'm singing my song\nGive me a festival and I'll be your Glastonbury star\nThe lights are shining everyone knows who you are\nSinging songs about dreams about hopes about schemes\nOoohhh, they just came true\n\n[Pre-Chrous]\nAnd how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?\nAnd how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?\nAnd how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?\nAnd how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?\nOh, oh, oh-oh\nOh, oh, whoa\nOoh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh\n\n[Chorus]\nYou want it too\nThen there's nothing left to do\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nAnd if you want it too\nThen there's nothing left to do\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nAnd if you want it too\nThen there's nothing left to do\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nLet's start a band, let's start a band\nYou might also like[Outro]\nC'mon, c'mon!\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nAnd if you want it too\nThen there's nothing left\nTo do",1
3996,Boy_Crisis___Dressed_To_Digress,happy,"""Dressed to Digress  Fresh to death and dressed to digress\nI'm just a tiger and I'm lookin' for a tigress\nMy guess is that you might bless\nMe with your holy water just like you were a pope baby\nYou got me hangin' from a rope lady\nJust like a tire swing, lovin' you is tiring\n\nHold up, let me catch my b-b-b-b-b-b-breath\n[heavy breathing]\nOkay...\n[Chorus]\nYou can do me up like Woodrow Wilson, carry my children, exit the building\nLet me love you like you're the shit, girl\nYou're the shit, girl\nYou're the shit, girl\nYou can do me up like Bruce Springsteen, ask the swim team, pass the string beans\nLet me love you like you're the shit, girl\nYou're the shit, girl\nYou're the shit, girl\n\nI've been to Prague, I've been to Iraq\nBeen to Djbuti and I never came back\nWhere you from? you must be Japanese-Jamaican\n'cause ja-panties are ja-makin' me hot and I'm not fakin'\nI wanna be makin' you scream like a car alarm\nYour fingers raking me like leaves on an autumn lawn\nAll up in my spaghetti like your parmesan\n\nHold up, let me catch my b-b-b-b-b-b-reath\n[heavy breathing]\n\n[Chorus x3]",0
4311,Britney_Spears___Born_To_Make_You_Happy,happy,"""TranslationsItalianoBorn to Make You Happy  [Intro]\nOh, my love\nOh, yeah, yeah\nOh, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nI'm sittin' here alone up in my room\nAnd thinkin' 'bout the times that we've been through\nOh, my love\nI'm lookin' at a picture in my hand\nTrying my best to understand\nI really wanna know what we did wrong\nWith a love that felt so strong\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf only you were here tonight\nI know that we could make it right\n\n[Chorus]\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n'Cause you're the only one within my heart\nI was born to make you happy\nAlways and forever, you and me\nThat's the way our life should be\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n\n[Verse 2]\nI know I've been a fool since you've been gone\nI'd better give it up and carry on\nOh, my love\n'Cause livin' in a dream of you and me\nIs not the way my life should be\nI don't wanna cry a tear for you\nSo forgive me if I do Ooh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf only you were here tonight\nI know that we could make it right\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n'Cause you're the only one within my heart\nI was born to make you happy\nAlways and forever, you and me\nThat's the way our life should be\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nOh, yeah, yeah\nOh, yeah\n\n[Bridge]\nI'd do anything\nI'd give you my world\nI'd wait forever to be your girl\nJust call out my name Just call out my name\nAnd I will be there And I will be there Ooh\nJust to show you how much I care\nAlright Ooh\nI was born to make you happy Ooh\nYeah, yeah, oh Ooh\nOh, yeah\n[Chorus]\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n'Cause you're the only one within my heart\nI was born to make you happy\nAlways and forever, you and me\nThat's the way our life should be\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy\n\n[Outro]\nOh, oh I was born to make you happy\nOh yeah, oh, oh yeah\nAlways and forever, you and me\nThat's the way our life should be\nI don't know how to live without your love\nI was born to make you happy6",0
5673,Cold_Cave___The_Laurels_Of_Erotomania,sad,"""The Laurels of Erotomania  I'm going to put you in the hospital\n\nPeople pay attention to me\nI don't know why\nYou will learn to love me\nI don't know why\nWe will make history\nI don't know why\n\nPeople pay attention to me",1
7849,Ego_Likeness___Afterhours,sad,"""Afterhours  One more night spent on your mirror\nBlack Mariah, in your eyes\nThis stuff so strange and lonely\nEngland fades away\nTwo o'clock in the morning\nNinety-four degrees\n\nThrough the stillness through the heat\nThe cars go by on Fifth and\nBreathing slow\nGet up off the floor and angel\nPut your clothes on\nIt's time for us to go\nLet's take a ride",1
918,All_Time_Low___Damned_If_I_Do_Ya_Damned_If_I_Dont,happy,"""Damned If I Do Ya Damned If I Don’t  [Verse 1]\nI've fought it for a long time now\nWhile drowning in a river of denial\nI washed up, fixed up, picked up all my broken things\n'Cause you left me; Police-tape, chalk-line\nTequila shots in the dark scene of the crime\nSuburban living with a feeling that I'm giving up\nEverything for you\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, how was I supposed to know\nThat you were oh-oh-over me?\nI think that I should go Go\nAnd something's telling me to leave but I won't\n'Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I don't\n[Verse 2]\nIt took a lot to take you home\nOne stupid call and I end up alone\nYou're made up, dressed up, messed up plans I set in stone\nBut you made me do when I don't, like\nDancing in the alley with the street-rat night-life\nCan't keep living with a feeling that I'm giving up everything for you\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, how was I supposed to know\nThat you were oh-oh-over me?\nI think that I should go Go\nAnd something's telling me to leave but I won't\n'Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I don't\n\n[Bridge]\nMake a fool of myself when you hang around\nWhen you're gone, I'm a match that's burning out\nCould have been, should have done what I said I was going to do\nSaid that I would do\nBut I never promised you\nBut I never promised you, promised you\n\n[Chorus]\nOh-oh-oh, how was I supposed to know\nThat you were oh-oh-over me?\nI think that I should go Go\nIt never took a fool to see the things that I won't\n'Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I do ya\nSee All Time Low LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Outro]\nOh-oh-oh, how was I supposed to know\n'Cause you left me, police tape, chalk line\nThat you were oh-oh-over me, I think that I should go\nTequila shots in the dark scene of the crime\nSomething's telling me to leave but I won't\n'Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I d-d-d\nDamned if I do ya, damned if I don't6",0
2459,Barry_Manilow___When_October_Goes,happy,"""When October Goes  And when October goes\nThe snow begins to fly\nAbove the smokey roofs\nI watch the planes go by\n\nThe children running home\nBeneath a twilight sky\nOh, for the fun of them\nWhen I was one of them\n\nAnd when October goes\nThe same old dream appears\nAnd you are in my arms\nTo share the happy years\nI turn my head away\nTo hide the helpless tears\nOh, how I hate to see October go\n\nAnd when October goes\nThe same old dream appears\nAnd you are in my arms\nTo share the happy years\n\nI turn my head away\nTo hide the helpless tears\nOh, how I hate to see October go\n\nI should be over it\nNow I know\nIt doesn't matter much\nHow old I grow\nI hate to see October goSee Barry Manilow LiveGet tickets as low as $30",0
5747,Combichrist___this_sit_will_fcuk_you_up,anger,"""This s*it will fcuk you up  I am a bitch\nHow do you want me?\nFrom behind\nOr on my knees?\nI am a slut\nPlease hold me down\nI'll be your noise\nThis shit will fuck you up",3
2550,Bayside___Dont_Call_Me_Peanut,sad,"""Don’t Call Me Peanut  [Verse 1]\nDrink up beautiful\nI spiked your cup with angst and a heart attack\nCause I've got so much trapped\nIt's all because of you\nSo I figured you might like some back\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I see her\nI'll tell her what's been on my mind\nAll these sleepless nights\nShe'll recite her excuses\nPut my tail between these legs of mine\nLike I do all the time\n[Verse 2]\nI can't live my life\nKnowing you'll be in his arms each time I blink my eyes\nKnow what goes on behind my back every night\nAfraid I'll never leave\nAfraid I'll never know what's good for me\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I see her\nI'll tell her what's been on my mind\nAll these sleepless nights\nShe'll recite her excuses\nPut my tail between these legs of mine\nLike I do all the time\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd now you say that\nYou say you love me\nWell I may have your heart\nHe has your body\nAnd now you swear that you're being honest\nBut you're not honest\nAnd you never could be\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd when I see her\nI'll tell her what's been on my mind\nAll these sleepless nights\nShe'll recite her excuses\nPut my tail between these legs of mine\nLike I do all the timeSee Bayside LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like2",1
8130,Elton_John___Candle_In_The_Wind,sad,"""Candle in the Wind  [Verse 1]\nGoodbye, Norma Jeane\nThough I never knew you at all\nYou had the grace to hold yourself\nWhile those around you crawled\n\nThey crawled out of the woodwork\nAnd they whispered into your brain\nThey set you on the treadmill\nAnd they made you change your name\n[Chorus]\nAnd it seems to me you lived your life\nLike a candle in the wind\nNever knowing who to cling to\nWhen the rain set in\nAnd I would've liked to know you\nBut I was just a kid\nYour candle burned out long before\nYour legend ever did\n\n[Verse 2]\nLoneliness was tough\nThe toughest role you ever played\nHollywood created a superstar\nAnd pain was the price you paid\n\nAnd even when you died\nOh, the press still hounded you\nAll the papers had to say\nWas that Marilyn was found in the nude\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it seems to me you lived your life\nLike a candle in the wind\nNever knowing who to cling to\nWhen the rain set in\nSee Elton John LiveGet tickets as low as $149You might also likeAnd I would've liked to know you\nBut I was just a kid\nYour candle burned out long before\nYour legend ever did\n\n[Verse 3]\nGoodbye, Norma Jeane\nThough I never knew you at all\nYou had the grace to hold yourself\nWhile those around you crawled\n\nGoodbye, Norma Jeane\nFrom the young man in the 22nd row\nWho sees you as something more than sexual\nMore than just our Marilyn Monroe\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd it seems to me you lived your life\nLike a candle in the wind\nNever knowing who to cling to\nWhen the rain set in\n\nAnd I would've liked to know you\nBut I was just a kid\nYour candle burned out long before\nYour legend ever did\n[Outro]\nYour candle burned out long before\nYour legend ever did8",1
3525,Bloc_Party___Sunday,happy,"""Sunday  [Verse 1]\nHeavy night, it was a heavy night\nFeels like we come back from the dead\nHeavy night it was a heavy night\nI cannot remember what I said to anyone\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1]\nIf we get up now we can catch the afternoon\nWatch the under 15's playing football in the park\nLet's sit in St. Leonard's on this alcoholic day\nWe're doing the best with what we've got\n[Chorus]\nI love you in the morning, when you're still hung-over\nI love you in the morning, when you're still strung out\nI love you in the morning\n\n[Verse 2]\nI work hard all week, and so do you\nWe deserve to let off some steam\nLess orthodox, creeping\nWhen we need to rage through this life\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nThere might be ones who are smarter than you\nThat have the right answers, that wear better shoes\nForget about those melting ice caps,\nWe're doing the best with what we've got\n\n[Chorus]\nI love you in the morning, when you're still hung-over\nI love you in the morning, when you're still strung out\nI love you in the morning\n\n[Bridge]\nWhen I'm with you I am calm\nA pearl in your oyster\nHead on my chest, a silent smile\nA private kind of happiness\nYou might also likeYou see giant proclamations are all very well\nBut our love is louder than words\n\nWhen I'm with you I am calm\nA pearl in your oyster\nHead on my chest, a silent smile\nA private kind of happiness I love you in the morning\n\nWhen I'm with you I am calm I love you in the morning\nA pearl in your oyster I love you in the morning\nHead on my chest, a silent smile I love you in the morning\nA private kind of happiness I love you in the morning\n\nWhen I'm with you I am calm I love you in the morning\nA pearl in your oyster I love you in the morning\nHead on my chest, a silent smile I love you in the morning\nA private kind of happiness I love you in the morning\n\n[Outro]\nI love you in the morning, I love you in the morning\nI love you in the morning, I love you in the morning\nI love you in the morning",0
1797,Arctic_Monkeys___Baby_Im_Yours,happy,"""Baby I’m Yours  [Verse 1: Alex Turner]\nBaby, I'm yours Baby, I'm yours\nAnd I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky\nYours until the rivers all run dry\nIn other words, until I die\n\n[Verse 2: Oisin Leech]\nBaby, I'm yours Baby, I'm yours\nAnd I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines\nYours until the poets run out of rhyme\nIn other words, until the end of time\n[Bridge: Alex Turner]\nI'm gonna stay right here by your side\nAnd do my best to keep you satisfied\nNothing in the world could drive me away\nEvery day, you'll hear me say\n\n[Verse 3: Alex Turner]\nBaby, I'm yours Baby, I'm yours\nAnd I'll be yours until two and two is three\nYours until the mountain crumbles to the sea\nIn other words, until eternity\n\n[Outro: Alex Turner & Oisin Leech]\nBaby, I'm yours, 'til the stars fall from the sky\nBaby, I'm yours, until the rivers all run dry\nBaby, I'm yours, until the sun no longer shines\nBaby, I'm yours, until the poets run out of rhyme\nBaby, I'm yoursSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like15",0
2635,Beck___Farewell_Ride,calm,"""Farewell Ride  [Verse 1]\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nCarrying me to my burying ground\n\n[Verse 2]\nSome need diamonds, some need love\nSome need cards, some need luck\nSome need dollar bills lining their clothes\nAll I need is...\nAll I need is...\n[Verse 3]\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nTaking me for my farewell ride\n\n[Chorus]\nSome may say this might be your last farewell ride\nSome may say this might be your last farewell ride\n\n[Verse 4]\nI don't see the face of kindness\nI don't hear the mission bells\nI don't smell the morning roses\nAll I see is...\nAll I see is...\n\n[Verse 1]\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nTwo white horses in a line\nCarrying me to my burying ground\n\n[Chorus]\nSome may say this might be your last farewell ride\nSome may say this might be your last farewell rideSee Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like1",2
1511,Anouk___Michel,calm,"""Michel  Hey Michel, how's life are you okay\nI wonder if you ever think of me\nIt's been 9 years since that kiss\nI can't help but reminisce\nHey Michel\nDo you remember\n\nWe walked the street to the beat\nHand in hand you and me\nSmiling faces so in love\nHoping that they all could see\nThat we belonged together you and me against the world\nBut we found out the hard way cause it wasn't meant to be\nNow it's you and her I see\nYou were my first and worst love\nAnd so it only could go wrong\nBut ain't that just the way you learn\n\nHey Michel\nI just wanted to let you know\nThat someone else has stolen my heart\nAnd now another girl has caught your eye\nThat doesn't mean I don't think of you\nI am just hoping that she'll treat you right\n\nDo you remember\nHow we walked the street to the beat\nHand in hand and you and me\nSmiling faces so in love\nHoping that they all could see\nThat we belonged together you and me against the world\nBut we found out the hard way cause it wasn't meant to be\nNow it is you and her I see\nIt was just a silly dream\n\nHey Michel\nDo you remember",2
3888,Boney_M___Felicidad,happy,"""Felicidad  Only Margherita love like America\n\nOnly Margherita move like the Mardi Gras\n\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\nCome tell me that you wanna\nYou wanna\nOh mama\nIn my pyjama\nMy imagination carry my mind away\nOnly Margherita feel like a holiday\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\n\nCome tell me that you wanna\nYou wanna\nOh mama\nYou wild madonna\n\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\nCome tell me that you\n\nFelicidad\nAnd I can't help but feeling this way\nYou're the one who can change my tomorrow toda\nFelicidad\nWon't you ride on the wings of my fantasy\nAnd this summersong will last a whole life long\nOnly Margherita love like America\n\nOnly Margherita take me to shangri-la\nYou might also likeMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\nCome tell me that you wanna\nYou wanna\nOh mama\nYou wild madonna\n\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\n\nCome tell me that you\n. . \nFelicidad\n. . \nMama\nMama\nMama\nOh mama\n\nMama\nMama\nOh mama\n\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\nCome tell me that you wanna\n\nYou wanna\nOh mama\nYou wild madonna\n\nMama\nOh mama\nNow mama\n\nCome tell me that you\n. . \n\nFelicidad",0
9203,Fleet_Foxes___Innocent_Son,sad,"'Innocent Son  [Verse 1]\nYou left me there\nWaiting at the bottom of the stairs\nWith my eyes closed\nHolding my right hand in my left\nThere is no time for hesitation now\nYou come or go, or go\n\n[Verse 2]\nRust suddenly falling beside me\nOn the ghost of a morning\nRiding in sorrow to the harbor\nFar behind, oh, me!\nThe bodies of my friend\nHanging alone, alone again\n[Verse 3]\nSome twisted thorn\nTells me you saw me in the night with another\nKeep all my promises to break them\nI am no, oh, no, innocent son\nYou run, rabbit runYou might also like3Embed', 'default'",1
3809,Bobby_Goldsboro___Honey,happy,"""Honey  See the tree, how big it's grown\nBut friend it hasn't been too long\nIt wasn't big\nI laughed at her and she got mad\nThe first day that she planted it, was just a twig\n\nThen the first snow came\nAnd she ran out to brush the snow away\nSo it wouldn't die\nCame runnin' in all excited\nSlipped and almost hurt herself\nAnd I laughed till I cried\nShe was always young at heart\nKinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so\nAnd I surprised her with a puppy\nKept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago\n\nAnd it would sure embarrass her\nWhen I came in from workin' late\nCause I would know\nThat she'd been sittin' there and cryin'\nOver some sad and silly late, late show\n\nAnd honey, I miss you\nAnd I'm bein' good\nAnd I'd love to be with you\nIf only I could\n\nShe wrecked the car and she was sad\nAnd so afraid that I'd be mad\nBut what the heck\nThough I pretended hard to be\nGuess you could say she saw through me\nAnd hugged my neck\n\nI came home unexpectedly\nAnd caught her cryin' needlessly\nIn the middle of the day\nAnd it was in the early Spring\nWhen flowers bloom and robins sing\nShe went away\nYou might also likeAnd honey, I miss you\nAnd I'm bein' good\nAnd I'd love to be with you\nIf only I could\n\nOne day while I was not at home\nWhile she was there and all alone\nThe angels came\nNow all I have is memories of Honey\nAnd I wake up nights and call her name\n\nNow my life's an empty stage\nWhere Honey lived and Honey played\nAnd love grew up\nAnd a small cloud passes overhead\nAnd cries down on the flower bed\nThat Honey loved\n\nAnd see the tree how big it's grown\nBut friend it hasn't been too long\nIt wasn't big\nAnd I laughed at her and she got mad\nThe first day that she planted it, was just a twig1",0
6502,Dashboard_Confessional___Carve_Your_Heart_Out_Yourself,sad,"""Carve Your Heart Out Yourself  Carve your heart out yourself\nHopelessness is your cell\nSince you've drawn out these lines\nAre you protected from trying times?\nMan, it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has\nBut lord, it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all\n\nOh, look now, there you go with hope again\nOh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end\n\nDig your ditch deep enough to keep you clear of the sun\nYou've been burned more than once\nYou don't think much of trust\nMan, it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has\nBut lord, it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all\nOh, look now, there you go with hope again\nBut I'll be sure your secret's safe with me\nOh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end\nYou're treating me like I'm already gone\nBut I'm not; I will stay where you are, always\nI will stay, I will stay, I will stay\nI will stay, I will stay, I will stay\nI will stay, I will stay, I will stay",1
5310,Chris_Cornell___Preaching_The_End_Of_The_World,sad,"'Preaching the End of the World  [Verse 1]\nHello, I know there\'s someone out there\nWho can understand and who\'s feeling the same way as me\nI\'m 24 and I\'ve got everything to live for\nBut I know now that it wasn\'t meant to be\n\n[Verse]\n\'Cause all has been lost and all has been won\nAnd there\'s nothing left for us to save\nBut now I know that I don\'t wanna be alone today\nSo if you\'re finding you\'ve been feeling just the same\n[Chorus]\nCall me now, it\'s alright\nIt\'s just the end of the world\nYou\'ll need a friend in the world\n\'Cause you can\'t hide\nSo call and I\'ll get right back\nIf your intentions are pure\nI\'m seeking a friend for the end of the world\n\n[Verse]\nI\'ve got a photograph, I\'ll send it off today\nYou will see that I am perfectly sane\nNot for a lifetime or ""forever and a day""\n\'Cause we know now that just won\'t be the case\n\n[Chorus]\nSo call me now, it\'s alright\nIt\'s just the end of the world\nYou\'ll need a friend in the world\n\'Cause you can\'t hide\nSo call and I\'ll get right back\nIf your intentions are pure\nI\'m seeking a friend for the end of the world\n\n[Bridge]\nWith no commitment and no confessions\nAnd no little secrets to keep\nNo little children or houses with roses\nJust the end of the world and me\nYou might also like[Verse]\n\'Cause all has been gone and all has been done\nAnd there\'s nothing left for us to say\nWe could be together as they blow it all away\nAnd we could share in every moment as it breaks\n\n[Chorus]\nSo call me now, it\'s alright\nIt\'s just the end of the world\nYou\'ll need a friend in the world\n\'Cause you can\'t hide\nSo call and I\'ll get right back\nIf your intentions are pure\nI\'m seeking a friend for the end of the world\n\n[Chorus]\nSo call me now, it\'s alright\nIt\'s just the end of the world\nYou\'ll need a friend in the world\n\'Cause you can\'t hide\nSo call and I\'ll get right back\nIf your intentions are pure\nI\'m seeking a friend for the end of the world1Embed', 'default'",1
1514,Anoushka_Shankar___Beloved,calm,"""Beloved  Yes I want you\nAnd I need you\nThe angel just passed me by, oh!\nI feel like I could change inside\nI feel like I can change inside\nBreeze flicker through my mind\nFeel your body close on mine\nInside you\nLooking down below\nSee the love flow\nThen the love go\nWhat is love's time\nCan we ever know?\nElectricity blossoms\nSparks in my mind\nThen I glow for a while\nAnd I'm gone!\nI feel like I could love tonight\nI feel like I can love tonight\nWings flutter moon bright\nClose my eyes real tight\nAnd find you\nLooking down below\nSee the life grow\nThen the life blow\nIn a lifetime\nCan we really know?\nMy head in the clouds an my\nFeet on the ground\nSpinning out of the dream\nAnd I'm gone!",2
7003,Devil_Sold_His_Soul___As_The_Storm_Unfolds,anger,"""As The Storm Unfolds  Run\nIt's obvious that you cannot see\nShe stands with cupids heart in her fist\nAnd I have the feeling that I'm losing you again\nBut yeah, it's alright\n\nYour time is up You're taking this too far\nYour time is up You've taken this too far\nRise up to fight this witness\n\nYour time is up You've taken this too far\nShe said to leave this sorrow\nYour sin is to powder your eyes\nYou... You've taken this too far\nBeside you, I see the war start\n\nI'm down this road, so\nWhat's left?\n\nTo fall into you, to give it all again\nTo pull the sunset from your eyes\nAnd you already have gone\nYou fool yourself, but I can't help but stop fighting you\n\nI still see the fear\nIn your eyes\n\nWasting away, just thinking about the end\nAnd I know this is the last time before it's over\nAnd then it's gone\n\nBeached from the wrath of your own fists\nI guess I can't believe a single word that you said\nThe smoke's in the air, which means that you're too late to be saved\nThis is how we set fire to the storm\n\nThings never change\nBut was it too much to ask? I don't fucking think so\nI'm already sick of the truth\nComplete: a word that you will never want to know\nBut you don't care\nYou fool yourself, but I can't help but stop fighting you\nYou might also likeWatch me fall\nWatch me fall\nWatch me fall\nJust watch me fall",3
4901,Carrie_Underwood___So_Small,happy,"""So Small  [Intro]\nYeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 1]\nWhat you got if you ain't got love?\nThe kind that you just wanna give away\nIt's okay to open up\nGo ahead and let the light shine through\nI know it's hard on a rainy day\nYou wanna shut the world out and just be left alone\nBut don't run out on your faith\n[Chorus]\n'Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbin' is just a grain of sand\nAnd what you've been out there searchin' for forever is in your hands\nAnd when you figure out love is all that matters after all\nIt sure makes everything else\nSeem so small\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt's so easy to get lost inside\nA problem that seems so big at the time\nIt's like a river that's so wide\nIt swallows you whole\nWhile you're sittin' 'round thinkin' 'bout what you can't change\nAnd worrying about all the wrong things\nTime's flyin' by, movin' so fast\nYou better make it count 'cause you can't get it back\n\n[Chorus]\nSometimes that mountain you've been climbin' is just a grain of sand\nAnd what you've been out there searchin' for forever is in your hands\nOh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all\nIt sure makes everything else\nSeem so small\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSometimes that mountain you've been climbin' is just a grain of sand\nAnd what you've been out there searchin' for forever is in your hands\nOh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all\nIt sure makes everything else\nOh, it sure makes everything else\nSeem so small\nSee Carrie Underwood LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Outro]\nYeah, yeah2",0
7375,Don_Gibson___Sea_Of_Heartbreak,sad,"""Sea of Heartbreak  [Verse 1]\nThe lights in the harbour\nDon't shine for me\nI'm like a lost ship\nAdrift on the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n[Verse 2]\nHow did I lose you?\nOh, where did I fail?\nWhy did you leave me\nAlways to sail?\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on this sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\n\n[Bridge]\nOh, what I'd give just to sail back to shore\nBack to your arms once more\n\n[Verse 3]\nOh, come to my rescue\nCome here to me\nTake me and keep me\nAway from the sea\n\n[Chorus]\nYeah, the sea of heartbreak\nLost love and loneliness\nMemories of your caress so divine\nHow I wish you were mine\nAgain my dear\nI'm on the sea of tears\nSea of heartbreak\nYou might also like[Outro to fade]\nSea of heartbreak\nIt's sea of heartbreak\nSea of heartbreak3",1
5470,Cinema_Bizarre___The_Silent_Place,sad,"'The Silent Place  This is the silent place\nWhere everybody looks the same\nThis is the silent place\nWhere people speak but cannot hear\nThis is the silent place\nWhere millions die and no one cares\nThis is the silent place\nThis is the world that we have build\n\nThis is the silent place\nA place to face the agony\nThis is the silent place\nA place for you but not for me\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be\nAll you need is fantasy\nAll to be you want to be\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be\nAll you need is fantasy\nAll to be you want to be\n\nThis is the silent place\nWhere everybody speaks the same\nThis is the silent place\nWhere people stare but cannot see\n\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be\nAll you need is fantasy\nAll to be you want to be\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be\nAll you need is fantasy\n\nAll we need is fantasy\n\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be all you need\nAll you need is fantasy\nAll to be you want to be\nAll we need is fantasy\nAll to be we want to be all you need\nAll you need is fantasy fantasy\nAll to be you want to beYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
129,AHa___The_Sun_Always_Shines_On_TV,happy,"""The Sun Always Shines on T.V.  [Chorus]\nTouch me, how can it be?\nBelieve me, the sun always shines on TV\nHold me close to your heart\nTouch me and give all your love to me, to me\n\n[Verse 1]\nI reached inside myself and found\nNothing there to ease the pressure of my ever-worrying mind, oh\nAll my power wasted away\nI fear the crazed and lonely looks the mirror's sending me these days, oh\n[Chorus]\nTouch me, how can it be?\nBelieve me, the sun always shines on TV\nHold me close to your heart\nTouch me and give all your love to me\n\n[Verse 2]\nPlease don't ask me to defend\nThe shameful lowlands of the way I'm drifting gloomily through time, oh Touch me\nI reached inside myself today Give all your love\nThinking there's got to be some way to keep my troubles distant\n\n[Chorus]\nTouch me, how can it be?\nBelieve me, the sun always shines on TV\nHold me close to your heart\nTouch me and give all your love to me\n\n[Outro]\nHold me close to your heart\nTouch me and give all your love to me\nTo meYou might also like8",0
7543,Drifters___This_Magic_Moment,happy,"'This Magic Moment  [Verse 1]\nThis magic moment\nSo different and so new\nWas like any other\nUntil I kissed you\n\nAnd then it happened\nIt took me by surprise\nI knew that you felt it too\nBy the look in your eyes\n[Chorus]\nSweeter than wine\nSofter than the summer night\nEverything I want I have\nWhenever I hold you tight\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis magic moment\nWhile your lips are close to mine\nWill last forever\nForever till the end of time\n\n[Bridge]\nOh magic\nOh magic\nMmm magic\n\n[Chorus]\nSweeter than wine\nSofter than the summer night\nEverything I want I have\nWhenever I hold you tight\n\n[Verse 2]\nThis magic moment\nWhile your lips are close to mine\nWill last forever\nForever till the end of time\nYou might also like[Outro]\nMagic Oh\nMagic Magic moment\nMagic Magic moment\nMagic Magic moment\n\nMagic Oh\nMagic Oh\nMagic\nMagic3Embed', 'default'",0
8497,Erik_Hassle___Hurtful,sad,"""Hurtful  [Verse 1]\nI used to laugh it off\nI used to look the other way\nI used to save them troubles for another day\nI kept my fingers crossed, I used to never take the blame\nI'd pull a sunshine story in the pouring rain\nThe more I had to change, I just stayed the same\nThe same, the same, I stayed the same\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don't know what you've got\n'Til you're missing it a lot\nI had to go throw it away\nI was wrong from the start\nFrom the bottom of my heart, I apologize\nWhat I did to you was hurtful\nWhat I'm going through is hurtful\n[Verse 2]\nI used to bide my time\nI used to beat around the bush\nI'd rather give my ego another push\nI used to be a fool, it was a foolish game I played\nAnd it's a fool's fate, counting mistakes I made\nOnce I had it right, it was all too late\nToo late, too late, too little too late\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don't know what you've got\n'Til you're missing it a lot\nI had to go throw it away\nI was wrong from the start\nFrom the bottom of my heart, I apologize\nWhat I did to you was hurtful\nWhat I'm going through is hurtful\n\n[Bridge]\nWhat I'm going through is hurtful\nYeah, it's hurtful, it's hurtful Oh\nWhat I did to you\nWhat I did to you\n\n[Outro]\nWhat I did to you was hurtful\nAnd what I'm going through is hurtful What\nI was wrong from the start\nFrom the bottom of my heart, I apologize\nWhat I did to you was hurtful\nAnd what I'm going through is hurtfulYou might also like1",1
6708,DeVision___State_Of_Mind,sad,"""State of Mind  Can't you feel it\nIt's easy to find\nHeaven is a state of mind\nCan't you feel it\nYour eyes are too blind\nHeaven is a state of mind\nYour heart is yearning\nBut the world keeps turning\nYour heart is aching\nBut the world's not waiting baby\nOh come with me\nI can set you free\nThere's so much for you to be\nWe' II go on a trip tonight\nAt the speed of light\nWe will tumble through the tide\nYour heart is burning\nAnd the world keeps turning\nYour heart is breaking\nBut the world's not waking\nBaby oh stay with me\nCome and lay with me\nFrom here to eternity\nHold me but not so tight\nIt will be alright\nWhen we step into the light\nYou can't see it\nYou can't hear it\nYou can't touch it\nBaby you must be it",1
9162,Fishbone___Monkey_Dick,anger,"""Monkey Dick  Straight got the monkey dick man\n\nSitting in a cage all day long\nSmelling monkey nutts boy the odor is strong\nI can't believe they do this\nLeave ya in a pile of urine jelly walls\n\nMy shits on fire\nLike Richard Pryor\nMy nutts they itch rot\nOh monkey did stop\nMy nutts they itch rot\nMy dick it burned hot\nStraight got the monkey dick\nStraight burnin in cage itch ya\n\nThe fumes oh how they burn\nThe stars how they turn\nOh how I yearn to get to air again\nIn the sea breeze but I'm down on my knees\nStraight got the monkey dick\nGet me soap and water quick\n\nMy shits on fire\nLike Richard Pryor\nMy nutts they itch rot\nOh monkey did stop\n\nMy nutts they itch rot\nMy dick it burned hot\nStraight got the monkey dick\nStraight burnin in cage itch ya\n\nBurn, burn, burn, my shit is burnin'\nBurnin' like a barbecue pit full of coals\nYearnin' like a man who is just too old\nWhere the hell else I'm gonna go\nYou might also likeMy shits on fire Straight got the monkey dick\nLike Richard Pryor\nMy nutts they itch rot Straight got the burn in cage itch\nOh monkey did stop\nGet my nutts to air shit\n\nMy nutts they itch rot\nMy dick it burn hot\nStraight got the monkey dick\nStraight got the burn in cage itch",3
5844,Corpus_Delicti___Broken,sad,"""Broken  Once i was in a major doubt\nTo try to clean the dirtiest thought\nThat you could drive that knife right into me\nThe thing you've done never seemed to come\nI was proud to keep that happy home\nFar from the claws that watched all around\nIt was itching at the highest\nThis torture is the lowest\nThat i have found to smash right into you,my love\nFear and fever\nIt's good to be the liar\nJust talking,talking without any glance\nNow...die!\nOnce i was in major rage\nThey'd rather keep me in the cage\nBefore i squeeze my hands around this dirty neck\nYou want to have fun 'till the end\nI can assure you different games\nThe more they hurt,the more they sooth my pain\nHere's your last dance\nAwfully sorry for your friend\nHe'll never hear the final sound,oh my poor boy\nJust grinning while loving\nAnd spitting while kissing\nDestroying,destroying without any chance\nNow...die!\nDestroying,destroying the strength we were building\nDestroying,destroying the strength we were building\nAnd running,running...",1
8144,Elvenking___The_Scythe,sad,"'The Scythe  ""On this night of nights, she\'s coming my way\nUnder this rain, dirty with agony and pain\nMistress of Doom, winner of all fights\nMy glance is reflected in the blade of the scythe""\n\nA sparkling golden sickle\nMows down souls whistling in the air\nReddens little by little\nThe seas of life and mankind\'s lairs\n\nA fall into the abyss\nDeep into agony and pain\nSpiral down to the anguish\nIt has been all in vain\nAll in vain\nWelcome, please, join the fair of failures\nEnter into the hall of pleasures\nRighteous, the act to kill\nWasn\'t it one of God\'s wills?\n\nLeave behind all the trails of winter\nThe time has come for me to go\nThe fear has gone, the storm is over\nAnd there\'s someone at your door\n\nAnother name to be carved\nFor every slash of my blade\nUntil the day you find\nThe one reflected is your face\n\nCome, taste blood, rust and terror\nCome to the show with no restraint\nIt\'s your time!\n\nMother of desperation\nDeath of thunder and rain\nSighs and tears are all in vain\nClad in a cloak of despair\nShe\'ll take you away\n\nWelcome, please, join the fair of failures\nEnter into the hall of pleasures\nRighteous the act to kill\nWasn\'t it one of God\'s wills?\nYou might also likeLeave behind all the trails of winter\nThe time has come for me to go\nThe fear has gone, the storm is over\nAnd there\'s someone at your door\n\nHold your ground and watch your back\nWith the aim of remaining the last\nI asked this night for a piece of advice\nThis time the scythe won\'t fall, keep still!\n\nLeave behind all the trails of winter\nThe time has come for me to go\nThe fear has gone, the storm is over\nAnd there\'s someone at your door\n\nHold your ground and watch your back\nWith the aim of remaining the last\nI asked this night for a piece of advice\nThis time the scythe won\'t fall, keep still!\n\nLeave behind all the trails of winter\nThe time has come for me to go\nThe fear has gone, the storm is over\nAnd there\'s someone at your doorEmbed', 'default'",1
8822,Faith_No_More___Land_Of_Sunshine,anger,"""Land of Sunshine  [Verse 1]\nYou have a winning way, so keep it\nYour future, your future, your future\nYou are an angel heading for a land of sunshine\nAnd fortune is smiling upon you\n\n[Verse 2]\nPrepare for a series of comfortable miracles\nFrom fasting to feasting, to feasting\nAnd life to you is a dashing, bold adventure\nSo sing and rejoice and sing and rejoice\nAnd look for the dream that keeps coming back\nYour future, your future, your future\nSo pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake\n'Cause everything is not yet lost\n[Refrain]\nDoes life seem worthwhile to you?\nDoes life seem worthwhile to you?\nHere's how to order\n\n[Bridge]\nYes, mhm, now for the next question\nDoes emotional music have quite an effect on you?\nDo you feel sometimes that age is against you?\nSing and rejoice and sing and rejoice\nYes, mhm, that's interesting, but tell me\nDo you often sing or whistle just for fun?\nDo you feel sometimes that age is against you?\nI, I can help, I can help you, I can help you help yourself\n\n[Refrain]\nDoes life seem worthwhile to you?\nDoes life seem worthwhile to you?\nHere's how to order\n\n[Outro]\nVaricose\nComatose\nSenileYou might also like1",3
8867,Fall_Out_Boy___What_A_Catch__Donnie,calm,"'What a Catch, Donnie  [Intro: Patrick Stump]\nI got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match\nWhat a catch, what a catch, whoa…\n\n[Verse 1: Patrick Stump]\nYou\'ll never catch us, so just let me be\nSaid, ""I\'ll be fine \'til the hospital or American embassy""\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Patrick Stump]\nMiss Flack said, ""I still want you back""\nYeah, Miss Flack said, ""I still want you back""\n[Chorus: Patrick Stump]\nI got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match\nWhat a catch, what a catch\nAnd all I can think of is the way I\'m the one who charmed the one\nWho gave up on you, who gave up on you, oh, whoa\n\n[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]\nThey say the captain goes down with the ship\nSo when the world ends, will God go down with it?\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Patrick Stump]\nMiss Flack said, ""I still want you back""\nYeah, Miss Flack said, ""I still want you back""\n\n[Chorus: Patrick Stump]\nI got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match\nWhat a catch, what a catch\nAnd all I can think of is the way I\'m the one who charmed the one\nWho gave up on you, who gave up on you\n\n[Bridge: Patrick Stump]\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na\nWhat a catch, what a catch, what a catch, what a catch, whoa…\n[Reprise: Elvis Costello]\nI will never end up like him\nBehind my back, I already am\nKeep a calendar, this way you will\nAlways know\nYou might also like[Chorus: Patrick Stump]\nI said, I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match\nWhat a catch, what a catch\nAnd all I can think of is the way I\'m the one who charmed the one\nWho gave up on you, who gave up on you\n[Fall Out Boy Reprises]\n[Reprise: Gabe Saporta]\nWhere is your boy tonight?\nI hope he is a gentleman\nMaybe he won\'t find out what I know\nYou were the last good thing about this part of town…\n[Reprise: Travie McCoy]\nWe\'re going down, down in an earlier round\nAnd sugar, we\'re goin\' down swinging\nI\'ll be your number one with a bullet\nA loaded god complex, cock it and pull it…\n[Reprise: Brendon Urie]\nDance, dance, we\'re falling apart to halftime\nDance, dance, and these are the lives you\'d love to lead\nDance, this is the way they\'d love\nIf they knew how misery loved me…\n[Reprise: Doug Neumann]\nThis ain\'t a scene, it\'s a goddamn arms race\nThis ain\'t a scene, it\'s a goddamn arms race…\n[Reprise: Alex DeLeon]\nOne night, yeah and one more time\nThanks for the memories, even though they weren\'t so great\nHe tastes like you\nOnly sweeter…\n[Reprise: William Beckett]\nGrowing up\nGrowing up…\n\n[Outro: Patrick Stump]\nI got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match\nWhat a catch, what a catch34Embed', 'default'",2
5188,Chef_Raekwon___Knowledge_God,sad,"""Knowledge God  [Intro]\nPlug\nWord, yo Know what I'm sayin'?, word Yo\nKnow what I'm saying?\nYou know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' No doubt, no doubt\nUnit back in the days kid I know that son, I know that\nYou know that You know I know that, know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying?\nI miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? Rob, you know what I'm saying?\nEddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man Yeah, yeah\nYou know what I'm saying? I hear you\nL, yo, man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nShit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nWord up, you know what I'm saying? Powerful, word up, word up\nSo you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? Take your time, take your time\n[Verse 1]\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks\nWide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine\nThe God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking\nAnd uptown these niggas acting like they hurting\nKeys 20 for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it\nI got your back, though\n\n[Chorus]\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\nYou might also like[Verse 2]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines Sit back, relax\nCrazy piece, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures\nCondo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby\nTeaching his seed Wu-Tang karate\nMixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rolling with snakes\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fish tank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra\nClaiming New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n\n[Chorus]\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n[Outro]\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease8",1
3718,Blur___For_Tomorrow,happy,"'For Tomorrow  [Verse 1]\nHe\'s a twentieth century boy\nWith his hands on the rails\nTrying not to be sick again\nAnd holding on for tomorrow\nLondon ice cracks on a seamless line\nHe\'s hanging on for dear life\nAnd so we hold each other tightly\nAnd hold on for tomorrow, singing\n\n[Chorus]\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nHolding on for tomorrow -row-row-row-row\n[Verse 2]\nShe\'s a twentieth century girl\nWith her hands on the wheel\nTrying not to make him sick again\nSeeing what she can borrow\nLondon\'s so nice back in your seamless rhymes\nBut we\'re lost on the Westway\nAnd so we hold each other tightly\nAnd we can wait until tomorrow, singing\n\n[Chorus]\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nHolding on for tomorrow -row-row-row-row\n\n[Verse 3]\nWe\'re trying not to be sick again\nAnd holding on for tomorrow\nShe\'s a twentieth century girl\nHolding on for dear life\nAnd so we hold each other tightly\nAnd hold on for tomorrow, singing\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nLa, la, la-la-la\nLa-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la\nHolding on for tomorrow -row-row\n[Verse 4]\nJim stops and gets out the car\nGoes to a house in Emperor\'s Gate\nThrough the door and to his room\nThen he puts the TV on\nTurns it off and makes some tea\nSays, ""Modern life, well, it\'s rubbish""\nI\'m holding on for tomorrow -row-row\nThen Susan comes into the room\nShe\'s a naughty girl with a lovely smile\nSays, ""Let\'s take a drive to Primrose Hill""\nIt\'s windy there and the view\'s so nice\nLondon ice can freeze your toes\nLike anyone, I suppose you\'re\nHolding on for tomorrow, oh-ho15Embed', 'default'",0
4503,Bryan_Ferry___Valentine_1999_Digital_Remaster,happy,"'', 'default'",0
890,All_Girl_Summer_Fun_Band___Dreamy_You,happy,"'Dreamy You  Danced all night\n\'til the music got you down\nSang so loud so all would come around\n\nDanced last night\nWith a cutie, summer smile\nCorduroys, kinda heavy-metal style\nJust right then, the band began to play\n\nOh, oh\nOh\nDanced all night\n\'til the music got you down\nSang so loud so all would come around\n\n""dance with me!"" I heard another say\nI guess this is just my lucky day\nTurned around to see just who it was\n\nOh, oh\nOh\n\nDreamy you\nDreamy dream me\nDreamy you\nDreamy dream me\nDreamy you\nDreamy dream me\n\nDanced all night\n\'til the music got you down\nSang so loud so all would come aroundYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
1578,Antimatter___God_Is_Coming,sad,"""God Is Coming  Judas Judas don't you want me?\nWhy can't you look me in the eye?\nI only tried to get to the other side\nI only tried to survive\nGod is coming ...",1
6686,Daylight_Dies___Minutes_Pass,sad,"""Minutes Pass  Minutes pass\nStretching lines into my past\nPeople breath\nIn and out right next to me\nClosing hand\nBurning thoughts like a photograph\n\nFaceless frames of this life\nLose all shape and color\nAnd all this time the ground is rising\nA broken body can never move on\nI can see it clearly\nI was never here\nI can see it clearly\nI've been dead all these years\n\nPaper thin\nCounting marks that stain my skin\nLowered eyes\nPass the grid of my window screen\nTiled floor\nJust the same as the hours before",1
8243,Emily_Jane_White___Dark_Undercoat,calm,"'Dark Undercoat  The axes who pacify with gold and they walk right into town\nAnd a man stood, he was brought back by lady luck\nAnd he was so strong and he was so strong and he was so strong\nHe was so strong, he was so strong, he was strong\n\nHe said, ""Lady where\'s your dark undercoat?""\nThen he rode away and he rode away and he died\nSaid I am not strong and I am not wide and I am not long\nI am not strong and I am not wide, I\'m not long\n\nOh but if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down\nTo the bottom of my love?\nAnd if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down\nTo the bottom of my love?\nBut I am not strong and I am not wide and I am not long\nI am not strong and I am not wide and we are not tall\nOh cowboy, ride the time\nRide it high with rhythm and rhyme\nTo the sound of a bleeding ghost train\nAnd a needing to let go of tidal pain\n\nHe said, ""Lady where\'s your dark undercoat?""\nThen he rode away and he rode away and he died\nSaid I am not strong and I am not wide and I am not long\nI am not strong and I am not wide, I will not talk\n\nOh but if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down\nTo the bottom of my love?\nAnd if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down\nTo the bottom of my love?\nBut I am not strong and I am not wide and I am not long\nI am not strong and I am not wide and we are not tall\n\nOh cowboy, ride the time\nRide it high with rhythm and rhyme\nTo the sound of a bleeding ghost train\nAnd a needing to let go of tidal pain\nAnd a needing to let go of tidal painYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
1483,Annuals___Complete__Or_Completing,happy,"""Complete Or Completing  Well I know\nI ain't spoken of love in\nA coon's age\nBut i can't help it now\nJust helping myself to\nWhatever i can\nI chose\nThe softest\nKind of dove\nTo chase around\nTo place bound and stout\nIn a pose\nOf arrogance, and loneliness\nOf cleanliness\nSilence all the clocks tonight\nIt's show time, with drinks to spill\nHear my mouth, I've got the sounds\nTo send you back home with peace of mind\nWell I pace myself\nWhen marching\nBecause I tangle up\nMy legs if I don't\nSlow down\nAnd look at my woman;\nRemember that everything is round\nComplete, or completing\nSilence all the clocks tonight\nIt's show time, with drinks to spill\nHear my mouth, I've got the sounds\nTo send you back home with peace of mind",0
2345,Backstreet_Boys___If_I_Dont_Have_You,happy,"""If I Don’t Have You  [Verse 1: AJ]\nEveryday girl, I wake up and pray\nThat you'll come back home\nAnd don't take to long\n'Cause since you've been gone\nEverything's gone a bit wrong\nI wish you were here\nHolding me near\n\n[Pre-Chorus 1: Nick & All]\nYou know I'd go out of my mind\nIf you ever left my love behind\nSo I'm beggin' you please\nSo I'm beggin', beggin' you please\nBring your sweet love back to me\nPlease come back to me\n[Chorus: Brian & All]\nIf I don't have you Don't have you\nTo hold on to To hold on to\nI can't go on in this world alone\nBaby, it's true Baby, it's true if I don't have you\nIf you said goodbye You said goodbye\nGirl, I would die Girl, I would die\nI'm a star with no light, a day with no night\nIf I don't have you\n\n[Verse 2: AJ, Kevin & Brian]\nLate at night, I reach to hold you tight\nBut you're not there\nYou're just not there, baby\nI know you still care\nI know you still care\nAnd oh, how I miss your soft and love, lovely kiss\nYou'd give to me To me\nSo tenderly\n\n[Pre-Chorus 2: Nick & All]\nWe used to feel\nThat time would stand still\nWhen I see you baby, it will\nSo hurry home\nSo hurry, come home to me\nYou know your man needs you so\nOh girl, can't you see\nOh-oh-oh, oh-oh\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Chorus: Brian & All]\nIf I don't have you Don't have you\nTo hold on to To hold on to\nI can't go on in this world alone\nBaby, it's true Baby, it's true if I don't have you\nIf you said goodbye You said goodbye\nGirl, I would die Girl, I would die\nI'm a star with no light, a day with no night\nIf I don't have you\n\n[Reprise: Brian, Nick, AJ & All]\nIf I don't have you Don't have you\nIf I don't have you, no-no\nTo hold on to To hold on to\nI just wanna hold you\nI can't go on Can't go on in this world alone\nBaby, it's true Baby, it's true if I don't have you\nBaby-baby If you said goodbye You said goodbye\nIf you said goodbye, I would die\nGirl, I would die Girl, I would die\nI would die if I don't have you\nI'm a star with no light No light, a day with no night\nIf I don't have you\n\n[Chorus: Brian, Nick, AJ & All]\nYou know I'll go crazy without you If I don't have you\nIf I don't have you, no-no\nTo hold on to To hold on to\nI just wanna hold you\nI can't go on Can't go on in this world alone In this world alone\nBaby, it's true Baby, it's true if I don't have you\nIf you said goodbye You said goodbye\nIf you said goodbye, I would die\nGirl, I would die Girl, I would die\nGirl, I know I would die\n[Outro: Brian]\nI'm a star with no light\nA day with no night\nIf I don't have you",0
8637,Evanescence___Everybodys_Fool,sad,"""Everybody’s Fool  [Verse 1]\nPerfect by nature\nIcons of self-indulgence\nJust what we all need\nMore lies about a world\n\n[Chorus]\nThat never was and never will be\nHave you no shame, don't you see me?\nYou know you've got everybody fooled\n[Verse 2]\nLook here she comes now\nBow down and stare in wonder\nOh, how we love you\nNo flaws when you're pretending\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut now I know\n\n[Chorus]\nShe never was and never will be\nYou don't know how you betrayed me\nAnd somehow you've got everybody fooled\n\n[Bridge]\nWithout the mask, where will you hide?\nCan't find yourself\nLost in your lie\nI know the truth now\nI know who you are\nAnd I don't love you anymore\n\n[Chorus]\nIt never was and never will be\nYou don't know how you betrayed me\nAnd somehow you've got everybody fooled\nIt never was and never will be\nYou're not real and you can't save me\nAnd somehow now you're everybody's foolYou might also like17",1
4207,Brett_Anderson___Love_Is_Dead,sad,"""Love Is Dead  Nothing ever goes right\nNothing really flows in my life\nNo one really cares if no one ever shares my care\nPeople push by with fear in their eyes in my life\n\nLove is dead, love is dead\n\nThe telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me\nThe traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late\nIntelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me\nLove is dead, love is dead\n\nAnd plastic people with imaginary smiles\nExchanging secrets at the back of their minds\nPlastic people\nPlastic people\n\nNothing ever goes right\nNothing really flows in my life\nNo one really cares if this horror's inside my head\n\nPeople push by with fear in their eyes in my life\n\nLove is dead, love is dead\nLove is dead, love is dead\nLove is dead, love is dead\n\nAnd all the lies that you've given us\nAnd all the things things that you said\n\nAnd all the lies that you've given us...\nBlow like wind in my head",1
7545,Drive_Like_Jehu___Super_Unison,sad,"""Super Unison  Ready ready to let you in\nUp with the mob\nReady ready to let you in\nUp with the mob\n\nIt ain't no accident that\nWe're better off\nYou're set to inherit\nWhat I got\nYou put a nail in my hands\nYou put a nail in my hands\nReady ready to let you in\nReady ready to let you in\nReady ready to let you in\nReady ready to let you in\n\nYeah keep the herd in check\nOr be absorbed, that's all, that's all\nYeah that'll happen next\nAnd who'll be there to write you off\n\nWhat's left intact\nBetter pollute that mind\nSlip with the masses\nSlip with the mass!\n\nMaybe I've been cloned\nDon't let that man inside your home\nWasn't me that phoned\nDon't let that man inside your home\nWasn't me that phoned",1
9413,Fractured___Haunted_Memories,sad,"""Haunted Memories  Light shines bright to guide my way\nIt keeps me strong for one more day\nNights aren't as long as they used to be\nYet I fail to tame these haunting memories\n\nIn the future you'll never see\nNever see what you've done to me\nMade me cry day after day\nI'll make you hurt, I'll make you pay\n\nIn the past you've tried so hard\nTo make my life the wild card\nI dare you to see\nJust what it is you've done to me\nOnly wishing for this closure\nOf your illicit exposure\nYet I refuse to cry\nLift my eyes to the frozen sky\n\nIn the future you'll never know\nNever know what I've become\nBroken off from this wretched world\nMy blood still flows but I am numb\n\nThe object of your affection\nExpressed through warped perceptions\nVictimized by self-destruction\nSubject to your soul's corruption\n\nChoking on the rasping words\nOf what's been left unsaid\nBeneath the subdued surface\nWaiting for this skin to shed\n\nLight shines bright to guide my way\nIt keeps me strong for one more day\nNights aren't as long as they used to be\nYet I fail to tame these haunting memories\n\nMy eyes are black and blue\nLonely worn out and confused\nMy body left defiled\nFrom your touch, so volatile\nYou might also likeNow the days aren't as bleak\nAs bleak as they once were\nBut I still can't rest assured\nI don't think you'll ever learn\n\nLight shines bright to guide my way\nIt keeps me strong for one more day\nNights aren't as long as they used to be\nYet I fail to tame these haunting memories",1
1541,AntiFlag___The_Panama_Deception,happy,"'The Panama Deception  Their 2+2 does not equal 4\nTheir 2+2 equals whatver, they want us to die for\n\nChorus:\nAbout face! - snap to attention\nForm your own conclusions to the things you see\nAbout face! - sometimes the explanations\nDon\'t add - up to the facts\n\nTime and again they manufacture a cause\nAnd rally the public around it, check out the movie ""wag the dog""\nKilling - to further the interest of private corporations\nKilling - to control global economic situations\nKilling - for personal gain i. E. Bush in Panama\nLearn the fuckin\' truth you won\'t be so quick to sign on!\nOur lives reflect tv sitcoms and tragedies\nLike a bad joke, I ask, ""how many of you don\'t see...? And just how\nMany...\nHow many of you swallow the lies...?\nHow many of you do not realize...? ""\n\nGung ho and true - to the stars and stripes\nThey fuckin\' brainwashed you, to do their bidding...\nAnd like a flock of sheep - with wool over your eyes\nYou never stop to question - you just fall into line\n\nThe media\'s a business, that provides entertainment\nHeir bottom line: money, and stories that will make it...\nSo they run with stories, that promotes the lies\nTo keep the ratings coming, wealth from promoting world strife\n\nLife must be so easy, when you don\'t have to think\nBlack and white like printing, from the newspaper\'s ink\nI wish I had the chance, to reveal the lies\nBut you\'re so fucking brainwashed, would it even help to try...\nTo get throught... To you!?!?\n\nTo get through, through, through, through, through, through...\nTo get through to you!You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
7796,Eels___Friendly_Ghost,happy,"""Friendly Ghost  If you're scared to die\nYou'd better not be scared to live\nI've been spending all my days\nGiving all I can give\n\nLast night I heard someone walk in\nThrough my bedroom door\nWhat they wanted I'm not exactly sure\n\nA friendly ghost is all I need\nA friendly ghost is all I need\nMarking time on a broken watch\nCounting days till the old pawn shop\nSells me back my saxophone\nThen everyone's gonna leave me alone\n\nTwo times I thought I heard someone\nKnocking on the glass\nI hid my head and prayed that it would pass\n\nA friendly ghost is all I need\nA friendly ghost is all I need\n\nIf you're scared to die\nYou better not be scared to live\nI've been carrying round a grudge\nThink I better forgive\n\nLast night I heard footsteps walking\nOn the attic floor\nI got up and I opened up the door\n\nA friendly ghost is all I need\nA friendly ghost is all I need\n\nA friendly ghost\nIf you're scared to die\nIs all I need\nYou'd better not be scared to live\nA friendly ghost\nI've been spending all my days\nIs all I need\nGiving all I can give",0
7305,Dixie_Chicks___Hole_In_My_Head,happy,"""Hole in My Head  [Chorus 1]\nHole in my head\nHole in my head\nI need a boy like you like a hole in my head\nI need a boy like you like a hole in my head\nLet's just say we will and then don't instead\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWild goose chase\nWild goose chase\nYou're going to take me boy on a wild goose chase\nYou're going to take me boy on a wild goose chase\nYou better find somebody to take my place\n[Verse 1]\nYou took my imagination and stomped it into ground\nNow I can only think about you\nChasing the tracks that you left around\n\n[Chorus 1]\nHole in my head\nHole in my head\nI need a boy like you like a hole in my head\nI need a boy like you like a hole in my head\nYou make me feel so bad that I wish I was dead\n\n[Chorus 3]\nLet the games begin\nI'm never going to win\n\n[Verse 2]\nIt must have knocked me crazy\nIt must have hit me hard\nPeople must think I'm lazy\nLike my shuffle's short\nOf playing a card\n\n[Chorus 2]\nWild goose chase\nWild goose chase\nI need a boy like you like a wild goose chase\nI need a boy like you like a wild goose chase\nYou better find somebody to take my place\nYou might also like[Chorus 3]\nLet the games begin\nYeah here I go again\n\n[Outro]\nI need a boy like you I need a boy like you\nI need a boy like you I need a boy like you\nI need a boy like you\nLike a hole in my head\nHole in my head\nHole in my head\nHole in my head\nHole in my head\nLike a hole in my head\nI need a boy like you I need a boy like you\nI need a boy like you I need a boy like you",0
8875,Falling_Up___A_Guide_To_Marine_Life,sad,"""A Guide to Marine Life  Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck\nCircles running through my veins, with the vates set, with the vates set\n\nSee the lines, see the lines\nI start feeling\nWhen I'm lost, when I'm lost\nThere's no meaning\nCall it this, call it this\nSpinning sideways and never stops\n\nLines in the sky calling me out, calling me out\nConstant collide, calling me out, calling me out\nFloat by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck\nGlass flies all around me, now my veins let, now my veins let\n\nLines in the sky calling me out, calling me out\nConstant collide, calling me out, calling me out\n\nCall to the trees\nThere are ways no one sees\nCall to the trees\nThere are ways no one sees\n\nLines in the sky calling me out, calling me out\nConstant collide, calling me out, calling me out",1
3828,Bobby_Vinton___Please_Love_Me_Forever,happy,"""Please Love Me Forever  Please love me forever\nDon't forget me ever\nJust listen to my plea\nPlease don't stop loving me\n\nYou're in my dreams nightly\nDon't take my love lightly\nBegging on bended knee\nPlease don't stop loving me\n\nOh, when I lay me down to sleep\nI pray the Lord your love I'll keep\nIf I should die before I wake\nI'll come back for you\nThat's no mistake\nOh, I'll love you forever\nCan't forget you ever\nOur love was meant to be\nPlease don't stop loving me\n\nI'll love you forever\nCan't forget you ever\nOur love was meant to be\nPlease don't stop loving me",0
2987,Bic_Runga___Ruby_Nights,sad,"""Ruby Nights  Ruby Nights\n\nThe last that I saw\nWith eyes filled with rain\nA waterfall of gold\nIt flickered on his face\nflickered on his face\n\nHe rode to the summit\nAnd waited at the bridge\nI waved him goodbye\nHe vanished o'er the ridge\nvanished o'er the ridge\nMy face to the heavens\nI waited for a sign\nBut only cloudy demons were circling in the sky\ncircling in the sky\n\nI cried to the river\nI cried to the rain\nI begged the ruby night\nTo bring my love again\nbring my love again\n\n*interlude*\n\nThe calling of the tune\nThe slowing of the sun\nInto the ruby night\nA game we will be won\ngame we will be won",1
9458,Frank_The_Baptist___Falling_Stars,calm,"""Falling Stars  Waiting patiently for me\nI see that you haven't lost faith yet\nSomeday our wishes will all come true\nSee if the falling stars would like to dance\nThe romance a tragedy provides\nSee if the falling stars would like to dance\n\nBreaking her will so she'd believe in me\nI hurt her I hurt her\nBreaking my will so I'd believe in her\nThere, but for our grace, we go\nThe shadowy hand that held the light is gone\nAnd wisdom can't be memorized\nI see the changing has already begun\nSee if the falling stars would like to dance\nThe romance a tragedy provides\nSee if the falling stars would like to dance",2
836,Alison_Krauss___Stay,happy,"""Stay  Where have you been\nMy long lost friend\nIt's good to see you again\nCome and sit for a while\nI've missed your smile\nToday the past is goodbye\nTime can't erase\nA lover's embrace\n\nCan't you hear it calling\nA new day dawning\nYou were longing to find\nLove's taken you far\nAway from my heart\nAnd I've been here all along\nHave your eyes failed to find\nWhat took you from mine\nA vision that's faded through time\nBut you sail away\nFar on a summer's day\n\nBut you heard it calling\nA new day dawning\nYou were longing to find\n\nThere is a way\nTo make you stay\nDarling don't turn away\nDon't doubt your heart\nAnd keep us apart\nI'm right where you are\nStay\n\nThere is a way\nTo make you stay\nDarling don't turn away\nDon't doubt your heart\nAnd keep us apart\nI'm right where you are\nStay",0
3609,Blue_Foundation___Bonfires,sad,"'Bonfires  I was given wine\nWe’re feeling okay\nAnd quite all right\nYou wash my tears away\nAnd make me wanna stay\nAnd bonfires lit up the shores\n\nWalk far far away\nTo go beside you\nIs where I want to be\nWalk far  far away\nTo laugh, to love\nDays of roses and wine\nDrifting astray\nWith your hand in mine\nYou stroke my fears away\nAnd make me wanna stay\nAnd bonfires lit up the shores\n\nWalk far far away\nTo go beside you\nIs where I want to be\nWalk far far away\nTo laugh, to love\n\nWalk far far away\nWhere to go and hide?\nWe’re going to the sea\nWalk far far away\nTo laugh, to love\n\nAnd this is how it went;\nI am here to stay\nRoaring with the wind\nThere’s life within\n\nThis is what I give\nA circle is complete\nAnother circle spins\nThere’s life within\nWithinYou might also like2Embed', 'default'",1
1743,Arch_Enemy___Silverwing,anger,"""Silverwing  [Verse 1]\nFly with me on a starlit sky\nI'll set you free... Yes, it can be\nA dream unchased is a life at waste\nNever let them conquer your pride\n\nOur love is warm here\nLike the image of a distant sun\nThis star will always shine\nAnd never, ever fade away\n[Chorus]\nFly on\nSilverwing\nFly with me\nStay free\nSilverwing\n\n[Verse 2]\nSeeking truths in spirit skies\nWhich one of you will guide me tonight?\nThe milky way tastes sour\nHas heaven lost its power?\n\nSo let us set sail on this sea of dreams\nThe moon gets lost in the morning sun\nJust let the spinning wheel spin\nAnd let your life begin\n\n[Chorus]\nFly on\nSilverwing\nFly with me\nStay free\nSilverwing",3
2337,Backstreet_Boys___Its_True,happy,"""It’s True  [Verse 1: Brian]\nEven a lover\nMakes a mistake sometimes\nLike any other\nFall out and lose his mind\nAnd I’m sorry, for the things I did\nFor your teardrops, over words I said\nCan you forgive me\nAnd open your heart once again?\nOh, yeah, yeah\n[Chorus: All & Brian]\nIt's true, I mean it\nFrom the bottom of my heart\nYeah, it's true\nWithout you I would fall apart\nYeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 2: AJ & Nick]\nWhatever happened\nI know that I was wrong, oh yes\nCan you believe me?\nMaybe your faith is gone, oh, yes it is\nBut I love you and I always will\nSo I wonder if you want me still\nCan you forgive me\nAnd open your heart once again?\nOh, yeah, yeah\n\n[Chorus: All, AJ & Nick]\nIt's true yes, it's true\nI mean it yeah, yeah\nFrom the bottom of my heart\nYeah, it's true it's true\nWithout you I would fall apart\nOooh, ooh, ooh\nSee Backstreet Boys LiveGet tickets as low as $57You might also like[Bridge: Brian]\nI'd do anything to make it up to you\nSo please understand please understand\nAnd open your heart once again\n\n[Chorus: All, Nick, Brian & AJ]\nIt's true, I mean it oh, oh, oh\nFrom the bottom of my heart from the bottom of my heart\nYeah, it's true yeah, yeah\nWithout you I would fall apart apart\nIt's true you know it's true, babe\nI mean it you know I mean it\nFrom the bottom of my heart from the bottom of my heart\nYeah, it's true I mean it\nWithout you I would fall apart\n\n[Outro: Brian]\nOh, oh, yeah, it's true",0
705,Alice_Cooper___What_Do_You_Want_From_Me,anger,"""What Do You Want from Me  I call you every hour on the telephone\nI work my fingers right down to the bone\nI even got you a chihuahua so you wouldn't be alone\nGot you a trailer about the size of Maine\nBought a mile of interstate in your name\nI've given you everything, baby what do you want from me?\n\nI burned all of my porno 'cause you were PMSing\nYou say it offends you, all the talking it never ends\nDisconnected my X-Box and ditched all my friends\nSo you could go to the opera, dumped all of my girlfriends\nEven the dirty ones, you say they annoy you, they want to destroy you\nI've given you everything, baby what do you want from me?\nGot you a picture you could put in a frame, wearing a suit all checkered and lame\nI even signed it at the bottom so you'd remember my name\nTook you to Target for a birthday meal\nGot you an autographed Buns of Steel, So whats the deal?\nI've given you everything, baby what do you want from me?\n\nBurned all of my porno 'cause you were PMSing\nYou say it offends you, all the talking it never ends\nDisconnected my X-Box and ditched all my friends\nSo you could go to the opera, dumped all my girlfriends\nEven the dirty ones, you say they annoy you, they want to destroy you\nI've given you everything, baby what do you want from me?\n\nI give you everything\nZiroconian diamond rings\nGot you Lo-Jack for your Pontiac\nAnd some decals for your fingernails\nAnd your bass master, singing trout\nAnd a tv, and a cd and a dvd from QVC\nAnd baby, whatcha think of me?\n\nBurned all of my porno, you say it offends you\nDisconnected my X-Box\nBaby what do you want from me?\nWhat do you want from me?\nWhat do you want from me?",3
5753,Combichrist___god_bless,sad,"'God Bless  God bless:\nJeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Kaczynski, Richard Ramirez\nRobert Berdella, David Berkovitz, Albert DeSalvo, Joseph Briggen\nTimothy McVeigh, Gary Leon Ridgway, Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka\nTed Bundy, Edmund Kemper, Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono\nHerman Drenth, Albert Fish, Andrew Cunanan, Robert Yates\nJohn Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Charlie Starkweather, Caril Fugate\nDavid Koresh, Marshall Applewise, Robert Hansen, Herbert Mullin\nEdward Gein, Caroll Cole, Richard Cottingham, Joseph Franklin\nCharles Manson, Harvey Carignan\nGod bless, God bless\nGod bless, God bless\nGod bless, God blessYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
2719,Belle__Sebastian___Dear_Catastrophe_Waitress,happy,"""Dear Catastrophe Waitress  Dear Catastrophe Waitress\nDear Catastrophe Waitress\nI'm sorry if you seem to have the weight of the world over you\nI cherish your smile\nThere's a word of peace on your lips\nSay it, and with tenderness I'll cherish you\nI'll cherish you\n\nDear Catastrophe Girlfriend\nDear Catastrophe Girlfriend\nI'm sorry if he hit you with a full can of Coke\nIt's no joke\nYour face is bleeding\nYou'll soon be leaving this town to the clowns who worship\nNo one but themselves\nNo one but themselves\nI hate feeling this way, oh\nI hate feeling this way, oh\nI know that you hate it too, oh\nNow that your coffee's going cold, oh\nAll of the customers look so old, oh\nHoney, if I could be so bold\n\nDear Catastrophe Waitress\nDear Catastrophe Waitress\nI'm sorry if the kids hold you in cool disregard\nI know it's hard\nStick to what you know\nYou'll blow them all to the wall\nWhen they realise what you've been working for\nWhat you've been working for\nWhat you've been working forSee Belle and Sebastian LiveGet tickets as low as $38",0
126,AHa___Dont_Do_Me_Any_Favours,happy,"""Don’t Do Me Any Favours  You offer your assistance\nBut you won't accept my help\nYou draw your own conclusions\nAnd there's room for little else\n\nYour own participation's\nBased on how much you can lose\nI cannot help but feel\nThat this won't be of any use\n\nDon't offer me your credit\n'Cause I do not want the blame\nDon't do me any favours\nI don't want to play that game\nI do not want to see myself\nAs someone that you saved\nI'd rather be your adversary\nThan to be your slave\n\n'Cause every friendly gesture\nTurns my stomach inside out\nDon't do me any favours\nI am better off without\n\nDon't offer me your credit\n'Cause I do not want the blame\nDon't do me any favours\nI don't want to know your name\n\nBut it's all right\nYes, it's all right\nYes, it's all right\nYes, it's all right\nYes, it's all right\n\nDon't give me your credit\n'Cause I do not want the blame\nDon't do me any favours\nI don't want to know your name\nYou might also likeDon't do me any favours\nDon't do me any favours\nDon't do me any favours\n\nBut it's all right\nYes, it's all right\nIt's all right\nYes, it's all right\nIt's all right\nYes, it's all right",0
7229,Dionne_Warwick___I_Say_A_Little_Prayer,calm,"""I Say a Little Prayer  [Verse 1]\nThe moment I wake up\nBefore I put on my makeup\nI say a little prayer for you\nWhile combing my hair now\nAnd wonder what dress to wear now\nI say a little prayer for you\n\n[Chorus]\nForever, forever, you'll stay in my heart\nAnd I will love you\nForever, and ever, we never will part\nOh, how I'll love you\nTogether, together, that's how it must be\nTo live without you\nWould only mean heartbreak for me\n[Verse 2]\nI run for the bus, dear\nWhile riding I think of us, dear\nI say a little prayer for you\nAt work, I just take time\nAnd all through my coffee break-time\nI say a little prayer for you\n\n[Chorus]\nForever, forever, you'll stay in my heart\nAnd I will love you\nForever, and ever, we never will part\nOh, how I'll love you\nTogether, together, that's how it must be\nTo live without you\nWould only mean heartbreak for me\n\n[Bridge]\nI say a little prayer for you\nI say a little prayer for you\n\n[Chorus]\nForever, forever, you'll stay in my heart\nAnd I will love you\nForever, and ever, we never will part\nOh, how I'll love you\nTogether, together, that's how it must be\nTo live without you\nWould only mean heartbreak for me\nSee Dionne Warwick LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like[Outro]\nMy darling, believe me\nFor me there is no one but you\nPlease love me, too\nI'm in love with you\nAnswer my prayer\nSay you love me, too\nWhy don't you answer my prayer, yeah\nYou know, every day I say a little prayer\nI said I say, I say a little prayer\nWhy don't you just answer my prayer",2
9628,Fuel___Falls_On_Me,anger,"""Falls on Me  [Verse 1]\nI've seen you hanging 'round\nThis darkness where I'm bound\nAnd this black hole I've dug for me\nAnd silently within\nWith hands touching skin\nThe shock breaks my disease\nAnd I can breathe\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all of your weight, all you dream\nFalls on me, it falls on me\nAnd your beautiful sky, the light you bring\nFalls on me, it falls on me\n[Verse 2]\nYour faith like the pain\nDraws me in again\nShe washes all my wounds for me\nThe darkness in my veins\nI never could explain\nAnd I wonder if you ever see\nWill you still believe\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all of your weight, all you dream\nFalls on me, it falls on me\nAnd your beautiful sky, the light you bring\nFalls on me, it falls on me\n\n[Bridge]\nAm I that strong\nTo carry on?\nI might change your life\nI might save my world\nCould you save me?\n\n[Chorus]\nAnd all of your weight, all you dream\nFalls on me, it falls on me\nAnd your beautiful sky, the light you bring\nFalls on me, it falls on me\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nAnd all of your weight, all you dream\nFalls on me, it falls on me\nAnd your beautiful sky, the light you bring\nFalls on me, it falls on me1",3
1023,Ambulance_Ltd___Country_Gentleman,happy,"""Country Gentleman  It's on the end for the limit its subscription on the policy payroll\nI hate the word the thought of it is just enough to make me go AWOL\nI'm just too young to belong to anyone and I'm too old to be taken\nSo when you sign up remember what they said about the one you're displacing\n\nWake up and come down slow\nI'll see you when your eyes come open soon\nThe answer ain't long, they may sign on\nBut all they really wanted is to be home\n\nNow they pull me over and ask me things about you I can barely remember\nI guess he lost his mind, let it wander to the ocean then it never recovered\nThey were my girls, my friends, my future plans\nI don't see how this could happen\nSo when you drive home my lonliness is gonna be the distance behind you\nWake up and come down slow\nI'll see you when your eyes come open soon\nThe answer ain't long, they may sign on\nBut all they really wanted is to be home\n\nWhen they can and relief is gonna feel just like the pictures up on the wall\nI don't believe it even comes close, but thats the way it falls",0
6684,Daylight_Dies___Everything_That_Belongs,sad,"""Everything That Belongs  Count the pictures\nOn the walls\n\nThis place, was it always\nSo empty\nWas everything the way\nI remember\n\nYour image is dull and blurred\nBy the rust of time again\nAn era has come and gone\nAnd everything that belongs\nExists no more\nThe air i'm breathing\nIt is changing\n\nOne would think\nMemories are living\nBut behind these pictures\nLies nothing\nNothing at all",1
9266,Flowing_Tears___Portsall_Departure_Song,sad,"'Portsall Departure Song  We laid on the back on a latesummernight\nWhen we ran out of words we could say\nLike two stranded stars on a deepfrozen sky\nSo gone but afraid not to say\nWe counted the stars any latesummernight\nAnd we watched their departure all day\n""tomorrow we\'ll join \'em"" we dreamt many times\nBut tomorrow was so far away\nAnd the moon, and the stars\nAnd the summernight sky\nThat dirty old barn, and the grey in our eyes\nThe harbour, the sea, and the rivers of plight\nAnd still we\'re so far away...\nAnd still we lay on the back\nAnother latesummernight\nSo gone but afraid not to stayYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
6288,Damien_Rice___Woman_Like_A_Man,sad,"""Woman Like a Man  [Verse 1]\nI need a piss, wanna hate\nFuck it up, cum\nMy love eat your meat\nKeep your teeth, run\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou lost me, you cost me\nYou taught me of me in the end\nWe're bad, what we do\nStupid fools\n[Chorus]\nYou wanna get boned\nYou wanna get stoned\nYou wanna get a room like no-one else\nYou wanna be rich\nYou wanna be kitsch\nYou wanna be the bastard of yourself\nYou wanna get burned\nYou wanna get turned\nYou wanna get fucked inside out\nYou wanna be ruled\nYou wanna be fooled\nYou wanna be a woman like a man\nLike a woman like a man\n\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nA woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, you like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nWoman like a man, woman like a man, like a woman like a man, woman like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nA woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, woman like a man\nCause it really wasn’t worth the ride\nWoman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, like a man\n\n[Verse 3]\nNeed a hit? Wanna wait?\nSuck it up, cum\nMy love eat your meat\nItchy feet, run\nYou might also like[Verse 4]\nYou reach me, you bleach me\nYou teach me of me how familiar\nWe're bad, what we do\nStupid fools\n\n[Chorus]\n\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nA woman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, woman like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nWoman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, you like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nA woman like a man, like a woman like a man, like a woman like a man, you like a man\nCause it really wasn’t worth the ride\nWoman like a man, woman like a man, like a woman like a man, like a man\n\n[Bridge]\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\n\n[Chorus]\n\nYou like a man\nLike a man, man, man, man, man, man, man, man, man, man\nYou're like a man, man, man, man, man, man\nLike a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nLike a man, like a man, you like a man, like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nWoman like a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, you like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nWoman like a man, you like a man, you like a man, woman like a man\nCause it really wasn’t worth the ride, really wasn’t worth the ride\nWoman like a man, like a man, you like a man\n\nWhoa oh oh\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nLike a man, like a man, you like a man, you like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nLike a man, like a man, like a woman like a man, you like a man\nI’ll get a cheaper ticket next time\nLike a man, you like a man, like a man, you like a man\nCause it wasn't worth the ride\nA woman like a man, a woman like a man, like a woman like a man, like a man\nOoh2",1
9607,Front_242___Operating_Tracks,sad,"'Operating Tracks  Standing so tall\nThe ground behind\nNo trespassers\nOn every floor\nA garden swing\nAnd another door\nShe makes it clear\nThat everything is hers\n\nA place of abode\nNot far from here\nMs. Van de Veer\nAll that belongs to\nNo one sees\nCurtains that waver\nWhen evening falls\nEnclosed by fences\nSmothered by wood\nWho stands behind\nThe shadows of the trees\n\nA place of abode\nNot far from here\nMs. Van de Veer\n\nStanding so tall\nBut no one sees\nNo trespassers\nWhan evening falls\nA garden swing\nSmothered by wood\nShe makes it clear\n\nThe shadows of the treesYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
4909,Cartel___No_Subject_Come_With_Me,happy,"""No Subject Come With Me  Is it me or is it all of us?\nAre we dull or glorious?\nAm i on the way down\nOr is this the same thing twice?\nOh, this feels so nice\n\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby, is better when you...\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby, is better this way\nOh oh, baby, its better this way\n\nWell, is this real or is this insanity?\nOr is fate or is it clarity?\nAm i on the way down\nOr is this the same thing twice?\nOh, this feels so nice\n\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby is better when you...\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby is better this way\n\nWe can say this and even out\nWe're waiting on a ride home\nIf you could make me feel at home\nMaybe we can go there, can we go there?\n\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby is better when you...\nCome with me, maybe we'll get away\nCome and see, baby it's better this way\nIt's better this way",0
6703,DePhazz___North_West,sad,"""North west  Lay your sleepless head, my love\nIn my faithful arms\nTime and fever burn away\nNothing will remain\nIf I let you see, my love\nWill you see my pain?\nAnd flee from it as I would flee\nRun, run, run, run\nRun, run, run, run away\nLullaby for a friendship, that never dies\nIt just sleeps between\nThe north and the west\nFuture and past\nWhy don't you say a word\nCall my name",1
4332,Britney_Spears___From_The_Bottom_Of_My_Broken_Heart,happy,"'TranslationsItalianoFrom the Bottom of My Broken Heart  [Intro]\nOoh, ooh\nNa-na-na, na-na-na\nOoh Na-na-na, yeah, yeah\nOoh Na-na-na\n\n[Verse 1]\n""Never look back,"" we said\nHow was I to know I\'d miss you so?\nLoneliness up ahead, emptiness behind\nWhere do I go?\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd you didn\'t hear\nAll my joy through my tears\nAll my hopes through my fears\nDid you know, still, I miss you somehow?\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\nThere\'s just a thing or two I\'d like you to know\nYou were my first love, you were my true love\nFrom the first kisses to the very last rose\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\nEven though time may find me somebody new\nYou were my real love, I never knew love\n\'Til there was you\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\n\n[Verse 2]\n""Baby,"" I said, ""Please stay"" Stay\n""Give our love a chance for one more day, oh""\nWe could\'ve worked things out Taking time is what it\'s all about\nTaking time is what love\'s all about Oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut you put a dart\nThrough my dreams, through my heart\nAnd I\'m back where I started again, yeah\nNever thought it would end\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart My broken heart\nThere\'s just a thing or two I\'d like you to know\nYou were my first love, you were my true love\nFrom the first kisses to the very last rose\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\nEven though time may find me somebody new\nYou were my real love, I never knew love\n\'Til there was you\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\n\n[Bridge]\nYou promised yourself\nBut to somebody else\nAnd you made it so perfectly clear\nStill, I wish you were here now\n\n[Chorus]\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\nThere\'s just a thing or two A thing or two I\'d like you to know You gotta know\nYou were my first love You were my first love\nYou were my true love\nFrom the first kisses to the very last rose\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\nEven though time may find me somebody new\nYou were my real love You were my real love\nI never knew love \'til there was you\nFrom the bottom of my broken heart\n[Outro]\n""Never look back,"" we said\nHow was I to know I\'d miss you so?2Embed', 'default'",0
1250,Andrew_Bird___Souverian,sad,"""Souverian  Though bells will ring\nChurch steeples were catchin fire\nAnd if you promise spring\nThen I'll know you are a liar\n\nCause in the spring\nTender grasses won't burn easily\nThough thrushes sing\nStill my lover won't return to me\nWild parsnips, they still scald my lungs\nWhile thistles will burn my feet\nAnd if you join our chorus\nYou will never fear any more\nSo here comes the chorus\nWe will meet on a fatal shore\n\nSouverian Souverian the elder\nSouverian Souverian was free\nSouverian Souverian we felled her\nSo very young so very young were we\n\nBirds will sing\nStill my lover won't return to me\nYou promise spring\nStill my lover won't return to me\nWild parsnips scald my lungs\nAnd thistles are burning my feet\n\nSo here comes the chorus\nYou'll never fear any more\nIf you join a chorus\nWe will meet on a fatal shore\n\nUnder the elders\nThe older get younger\nThe younger get over\nOver their elders\nUnder the elders\nPretend that you're older now\nSee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48You might also likeUnder the elders\nThe older get younger\nThe younger get over\nOver the elders\nUnder the elders\nBending your branches down\n\nWe who are so very young\nStill my lover won't return to me\nThrushes sing\nStill my lover won't return to me\nWild parsnips, they still scald my lungs\nWhile thistles still burn my feet",1
2598,Beatsteaks___Jane_Became_Insane,happy,"""Jane Became Insane  [Hook: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & all]\nJane became insane\nNanananana, Nanananana\nJane became insane\nNanananana, Nanananana\n\n[Verse 1: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß]\nShe's a high class fellow\nThere's something 'bout her that you don't understand\nShe's got me revved up and ready to go\nShe got everything under control\n[Pre-Chorus: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & Thomas Götz]\nShe got everything under control, control, control\nSee her\n\n[Chorus: Thomas Götz]\nNow she starts to undress\nWith a smile that you will never forget\nComing down with a clash to connect\nShe was out now she's up for success\n\n[Hook 2: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & all]\nWatch this\nNananananana Nanananana\n\n[Verse 2: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß]\nI'm a high class fellow\nThere's something about me that you don't understand\nI got you revved up and ready to go to go\nI got everything under control, control, control\n\n[Bridge: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & all]\nIt's gonna hit me hope i die before i collapse\nIt's gonna hit me hope i die before i collapse\nIt's gonna hit me hope i die before i collapse\nIt's gonna hit me hope i die before i collapse\nYou might also like[Hook 3: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß]\nJane became insane\nThere she goes again\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & Thomas Götz]\nShe got everything under control, control, control\nSee her\n\n[Chorus: Thomas Götz]\nNow she starts to undress\nWith a smile that you will never forget\nComing down with a clash to connect\nShe was out now she's up for success\n\n[Outro: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß & all]\nJane became insane\nNanananana, Nanananana\nOhh, Jane became insane\nNanananana, Nanananana",0
1259,Andrew_Bird___Nomenclature,sad,"""Nomenclature  Just think of the lives you could swap with your own\nWhile you're selling your coats, you're sewing your own\nAnd though it's not the easy way\n\nSometimes we've got to pay to play\nWith finger paints and macramé\nIt's time we asked the See 'n Say\nCould you bring a different nomenclature?\n\nNow the colors have bled to gray\nTo ones that don't exist in nature\nA nomenclature's washing away, washing away\nA nomenclature's washing away, washing away\nBut did it carry you away, carry you all away?\n\nDid it carry you away, carry you all away?\nNomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away\nNomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all awaySee Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $48",1
8085,Elliott_Smith___Christian_Brothers,sad,"'Christian Brothers  [Verse 1]\nNo bad dream fucker\'s gonna boss me around\nChristian Brothers gonna take him down\nBut it can\'t help me get over\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t be cross, it\'s sick I want\nI\'ve seen the boss blink on and off\n\n[Verse 2]\nFake concern says, ""What\'s the matter, man?""\nAnd you think I ought to shake your motherfucking hand\nWell, I know how much you care\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t be cross, this sick I want\nI\'ve seen the boss blink on and off\nCome here by me, I want you here\nNightmares become me, it\'s so fucking clear\n\n[Chorus]\nDon\'t be cross, it\'s sick I want\nI\'ve seen the boss blink on and off\nCome here by me, I want you here\nNightmares become me, it\'s so fucking clear\nNightmares become me, it’s so fucking clearYou might also like4Embed', 'default'",1
6155,Cyndi_Lauper___She_Bop,happy,"""She Bop  [Verse 1]\nWell, I see 'em every night in tight blue jeans\nIn the pages of a Blueboy magazine\nHey, I've been thinking of a new sensation\nI'm picking up the good vibrations\nOop, she bop, she bop\n\n[Verse 2]\nDo I wanna go out with a lion's roar?\nYeah, I wanna go south and get me some more\nHey, they say that a stitch in time saves nine\nThey say I better stop or I'll go blind\nOop, she bop, she bop\n[Chorus]\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop\n\n[Verse 3]\nHey, hey they say I better get a chaperone\nBecause I can't stop messing with the danger zone\nI won't worry, and I won't fret\nAin't no law against it yet\nOop, she bop, she bop\n\n[Chorus]\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop\nYou might also likeShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu bop\nI hope He will understand\nShe bop, he bop, a we bop\nI bop, you bop, a they bop\nBe bop, be bop, a lu, she bop\nOh, she do, she bop5",0
5220,Chet_Baker___My_funny_valentine,sad,"""My Funny Valentine  [Verse]\nMy funny valentine\nSweet, comic valentine\nYou make me smile with my heart\nYour looks are laughable\nUnphotographable\nYet you're my favorite work of art\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little weak?\nWhen you open it to speak\nAre you smiling?\nBut don't change your hair for me\nNot if you care for me\nStay, little valentine, stay\nEach day is Valentine's DayYou might also like4",1
7663,Easy_Star_AllStars___Great_Dub_In_The_Sky,calm,"'Great Dub In The Sky  [Instrumental Track]You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
2146,Augie_March___Farmers_Son,happy,"""Farmer’s Son  I didn't know you, I never knew you\nNow I'm never gonna see you again\nAn acquaintance all my childhood years\nI could never call you a friend\nI was afraid that I might become you\nI was afraid you might appear\nAs a weight upon my chest at night\nAnd a whisper in my ear\n\nO the watershed I built\nAnd wept enough that I could fill it\nSo the ground beneath my feet would yield\nEnough that I could heal it\nI'm gonna get it back, gonna get better\nGonna get it fixed, gonna burn that letter\nI don't know what's coming but I'll take it\nWhatever now\nFor I was born to another vocation\nI was born in another era\nI wasn't born that I should live my life\nBeneath your failure and fear\nEvery night the storm grew closer\nEvery day the fire drew near\nWhen they'd meet upon this acre\nAnd I prayed it'd up and disappear\n\nO the watershed I built\nAnd wept enough that I could fill it\nSo the ground beneath my feet would yield\nEnough that I could heal it\nI'm gonna get it back, gonna get better\nGonna get it fixed, gonna burn that letter\nI don't know what's coming but I'll take it\nWhatever now\n\nYou didn't know it, you didn't see me\nAs you went about your work\nI was hiding in the pantry\nI was practicing the shirk\nBy the time my shoulders straightened up\nAnd my hands were strong enough\nYou couldn't lift an arm against her\nYou were too ill for that kind of stuff\nYou might also likeO the watershed I built\nAnd wept enough that I could fill it\nSo the ground beneath my feet would yield\nEnough that I could heal it\n\nWomen don't see it when they're with the wrong fella\nWomen don't see it cos you know they don't wanna\nWomen don't see it when they're with the wrong fella\nWomen don't see it cos you know they don't wanna\nI could see it coming but I know\nIt doesn't matter now",0
3755,Bob_Dylan___House_Carpenter,sad,"'House Carpenter  [Verse 1]\nWell met, well met, my own true love\nWell met, well met, cried she\nI\'ve just returned from the salt, salt sea\nAnd it\'s all for the love of thee\n\n[Verse 2]\nI could have married a King\'s daughter there\nShe would have married me\nBut I have forsaken my King\'s daughter there\nIt\'s all for the love of thee\n[Verse 3]\nWell, if you could have married a King\'s daughter there\nI\'m sure you\'re the one to blame\nFor I am married to a house carpenter\nAnd I\'m sure he\'s a fine young man\n\n[Verse 4]\nForsake, forsake your house carpenter\nAnd come away with me\nI\'ll take you where the green grass grows\nOn the shores of sunny Italy\n\n[Verse 5]\nSo up she picked her babies three\nAnd gave them kisses, one, two, three\nSaying ""take good care of your daddy while I\'m gone\nAnd keep him good company.""\n\n[Verse 6]\nWell, they were sailing about two weeks\nI\'m sure it was not three\nWhen the younger of the girls, she came on deck\nSaying she wants company\n\n[Verse 7]\n""Well, are you weeping for your house and home?\nOr are you weeping for your babies three?""\n""Well, I\'m not weeping for my house carpenter\nI\'m weeping for my babies three.""\nYou might also like[Verse 8]\nOh what are those hills yonder, my love\nThey look as white as snow\nThose are the hill of heaven, my love\nYou and I\'ll never know\n\n[Verse 9]\nOh what are those hills yonder, my love\nThey look as dark as night\nThose are the hills of hellfire my love\nWhere you and I will unite\n\n[Verse 10]\nOh twice around went the gallant ship\nI\'m sure it was not three\nWhen the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak\nAnd it drifted to the bottom of the seaEmbed', 'default'",1
3814,Bobby_McFerrin___Dont_Worry_Be_Happy,happy,"""TranslationsTürkçeDon’t Worry, Be Happy  [Verse 1]\nHere's a little song I wrote\nYou might want to sing it note for note\nDon't worry, be happy\nIn every life we have some trouble\nBut when you worry you make it double\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy now\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\n[Verse 2]\nAin't got no place to lay your head\nSomebody came and took your bed\nDon't worry, be happy\nThe landlord say your rent is late\nHe may have to litigate\nDon't worry, be happy Look at me, I'm happy\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't worry, be happy\nHey I'll give you my phone number, when you worry call me I'll make you happy!\nDon't worry, be happy\n\n[Verse 3]\nAin't got no cash, ain't got no style\nAin't got no gal to make you smile\nBut don't worry, be happy\n'Cause when you worry your face will frown\nAnd that will bring everybody down\nSo don't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy now\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nNow there is the song I wrote\nI hope you learned it note for note, like good little children\nDon't worry, be happy\nNow listen to what I said, in your life expect some trouble\nWhen you worry you make it double\nBut don't worry, be happy, be happy now\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, be happy\nDon't worry, don't worry, don't do it, be happy\nPut a smile on your face\nDon't bring everybody down like this\nDon't worry, it will soon pass whatever it is\nDon't worry, be happy\nI'm not worried\nI'm happy23",0
7778,Edyta_Gorniak___Miles__Miles_Away,calm,"""Miles & Miles Away  The nights get colder, around this time of year\nNothing helps to keep me warm\nThe days get older, oh so slowly gone\nWhen you're far away from home\n\nNothing can stop the night from falling\nNothing can stop me crying out your name\n\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nAnd I don't know what I'm gonna do\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nI need your arms around me\nI know you're sleeping\nI know it's only time, till I am back with you again\nAnd if you're dreaming, I hope your dreams are mine\nAnd it will always be the same\n\nNothing can stop the night from coming\nNothing can stop me crying out your name\n\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nAnd I don't know what I'm gonna do\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nI need your arms around me\n\nI can feel you lying beside me, as I reach across the bed\nI can hear you say, I can hear you say...\nI love you\nBut as I open up my eyes, with your words still in my head\nI know that I'm, I know that I'm alone\n\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nAnd I don't know what I'm gonna do\nWhen I'm miles and miles away from you\nI need your arms around me",2
6058,Crystal_Castles___Not_In_Love,sad,"""TranslationsEspañolNot in Love  [Verse 1: Robert Smith]\nI saw your picture\nHanging on the back of my door\nWon't give you my heart\nNo one lives there anymore\nAnd we were lovers\nNow we can't be friends\nFascination ends\nHere we go again, oh-oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Robert Smith]\n'Cause it's cold outside\nWhen you coming home?\n'Cause it's hot inside\nIsn't that enough?\n[Chorus: Robert Smith]\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\n\n[Verse 2: Robert Smith]\nCould it be that\nTime has taken its toll?\nWon't take you so far\nI am in control\nAnd we were lovers\nNow we can't be friends\nFascination ends\nHere we go again, oh-oh-oh\n\n[Pre-Chorus: Robert Smith]\n'Cause it's cold outside\nWhen you coming home?\n'Cause it's hot inside\nIsn't that enough?\n\n[Chorus: Robert Smith]\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nYou might also like[Bridge: Ethan Kath]\nNow we can't be friends\nFascination ends\nHere we go again, oh-oh-oh\n'Cause it's cold outside\nWhen you coming home?\n'Cause it's hot inside\nIsn't that enough?\n\n[Chorus: Robert Smith]\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\nI'm not in love\n\n[Outro: Robert Smith]\nWe are not in love\nWe are not in love\nWe are not in love\nWe are not in love\nWe are not in love32",1
6382,Danko_Jones___When_Will_I_See_You,happy,"""When Will I See You  When will I see you again?\nIt's a question I ask all the time\nIt's now the last time 'til the end\nAll I need to see is a sign\n\nIt's starting to wear me down\nLittle by little\nFeeling like a sick dog\nEverything's gone wrong\n\nTell me what it takes\nTo make it like yesterday\nOne thing that is true\nI'll be waiting\nIf I only knew what was right\nI'd do it in a second to calm down\nOh baby, when day falls to night\nMy heart always ends up on the ground\n\nWhen will I see you again?\nIt's a question I ask all the time\nIt's now the last time 'til the end\nAll I need to see is a sign\n\nEverynight, spent alone, nothing gets easy, no one comes home\nIt's simple when you say\nI've accepted what's come to me\nTell me what it takes\nI'll be waiting\n\nIf I only knew what was right\nI'd do it in a second to calm down\nOh baby, when day falls to night\nMy heart always ends up on the ground\n\nWhen will I see you again?\nIt's a question I ask all the time\nIt's now the last time 'til the end\nAll I need to see is a sign\nYou might also likeA sign, a sign, a sign, a sign, a sign\n\nIf I only knew what was right\nI'd do it in a second to calm down\nOh baby, when day falls to night\nMy heart always ends up on the ground\n\nWhen will I see you again?\nIt's a question I ask all the time\nIt's now the last time 'til the end\nMy heart always ends up on the ground\n\nWhen will I see you again?\nIt's a question I ask all the time\nIt's now the last time 'til the end\nAll I need to see is a sign",0
283,Abra_Moore___All_I_Want,happy,"""All I Want  All I want is you\nAll I need is you\nLiar liar in my bed\nYour filling up my pretty, pretty head\nYou're telling me things that I want to hear\nI'm enraptured\n\nFire in my heart\nYou're tearing me, you're tearing me, you're tearing me apart\nShowing me things that I want to feel\nI am captured\nThis road's got to end soon\nSee it's taking the better part of me\n\nFire fire in my heart\nIt's tearing me, it's trearing me, it's tearing me apart\nTelling me things I want to hear\nYou've got me tellin' it my mind is set a reelin'\n\nI don't need some picture-framed photograph\nTo save me\nWhen it keeps coming back to this\n\nAll I want is you\nAll I need is you\nMy heart's a reelin' and I don't know what I'm feelin'\n\nI don't need some picture-framed photograph\nTo save me\nWhen it keeps coming back to this\n\nAll I want is you\nAll I need is you\nWon't you give it to me\nCome on give it to me",0
3487,Blink182___Stockholm_Syndrome,happy,"""Stockholm Syndrome  [Chorus: Tom DeLonge & Mark Hoppus]\nThis is the first thing I remember\nNow it's the last thing left on my mind\nAfraid of the dark Do you hear me whisper?\nAn empty heart replaced with paranoia\nWhere do we go? Life's temporary\nAfter we're gone Like New Year's resolutions\nWhy is this hard? Do you recognize me?\nI know I'm wrong but I can't help believing\n\n[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nI'm so lost, I'm barely here\nI wish I could explain myself, but words escape me\nIt's too late to save me\nYou're too late, you're too late\n[Pre-Chorus: Mark Hoppus]\nYou're cold with disappointment while I'm drowning in the next room\nThe last contagious victim of this plague between us\nI'm sick with apprehension, I'm crippled from exhaustion\nAnd I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me\n\n[Chorus: Tom DeLonge Mark Hoppus]\nThis is the first thing I remember\nNow it's the last thing left on my mind\nAfraid of the dark Do you hear me whisper?\nAn empty heart replaced with paranoia\nWhere do we go? Life's temporary\nAfter we're gone Like New Year's resolutions\nWhy is this hard? Do you recognize me?\nI know I'm wrong but I can't help believingYou might also like10",0
5112,Champaign___How_Bout_Us,happy,"""How ’Bout Us  Ooh, short and sweet\nNo sense in draggin' on past our needs\nLet's don't keep it hangin' on\nIf the fire's out, we should both be gone\n\nSome people are made for each other\nSome people can love one another for life\nHow 'bout us\nSome people can hold it together\nLast through all kinds of weather\nCan't we\nNow don't you get me wrong watcha you saying to me baby\n'Cause I'm not tryin' now to end it all let's start something new\nIt's just that I have seen what have you seen\nToo many lover's hearts lose their dreams we won't lose it\n\nSome people are made for each other\nSome people can love one another for life\nHow 'bout us\nSome people can hold it together\nLast through all kinds of weather\nCan't we\n\nHow about us, how about us baby x3\n\nAre we going to make it girl\nOr are we gonna drift and drift and drift together\n\nOhhhh love\n\nSome people are made for each other\nSome people are made for another for life, how 'bout us\nSome people can hold it together\nLast through all kinds of weather, tell me, can weYou might also like1",0
7310,Dixie_Chicks___Without_You,sad,"""Without You  [Verse 1]\nI've sure enjoyed the rain\nBut I'm lookin' forward to the sun\nYou have to feel the pain\nWhen you lose the love you gave someone\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI thought by now the time\nWould take away these lonely tears\nI hope you're doin' fine all alone\nBut where do I go from here\n[Chorus]\n'Cause without you, I'm not okay\nAnd without you, I've lost my way\nMy heart's stuck in second place, ooh\nWithout you\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell I never thought I'd be\nLyin' here without you by my side\nIt seems unreal to me\nThat the life you promised was a lie\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYou made it look so easy\nMakin' love into memories\nI guess you got what you wanted\nBut what about me\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause without you, I'm not okay\nAnd without you, I've lost my way\nMy heart's stuck in second place, ooh\nWithout you\n\n[Bridge]\nSomebody tell my head to try to tell my heart\nThat I'm better off without you\n'Cause, baby, I can't live\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nWithout you, I'm not okay\nAnd without you, I've lost my way\nMy heart's stuck in second place, ooh\nWithout you",1
2593,Beastie_Boys___Intergalactic,happy,"'Intergalactic  [Chorus]\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\n[Verse 1: Mike D]\nWell, now, don\'t you tell me to smile\nYou stick around, I\'ll make it worth your while\nGot numbers beyond what you can dial\nMaybe it\'s because I\'m so versatile\nStyle, profile\n\n[Verse 2: Ad-Rock]\nI said it always brings me back when I hear ""Ooh child""\nFrom the Hudson River out to the Nile\nI run the marathons \'til the very last mile\n\n[Verse 3: MCA]\nWell, if you battle me, I will revile\nPeople always saying my style is wild\nYou\'ve got gall, you\'ve got guile Guile\nTo step to me, I’m a rapophile\n\n[Verse 4: Mike D]\nIf you wanna battle, you\'re in denial\nComing from Uranus to check my style\nGo ahead; put my rhymes on trial\nCast you off into exile\n\n[Chorus]\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nYou might also like[Verse 5: Ad-Rock]\nJazz and AWOL, that\'s our team\nStep inside the party, disrupt the whole scene\nWhen it comes to beats, well, I\'m a fiend\nI like my sugar with coffee and cream\n\n[Verse 6: MCA]\nWell, I gotta keep it going, keep it going full steam\nToo sweet to be sour; too nice to be mean\nWell, on the tough guy style, I\'m not too keen\nTrying to change the world, I will plot and scheme\n\n[Verse 7: Mike D]\nMario C likes to keep it clean Clean\nGoin\' to shine like a sunbeam\nKeep on rapping \'cause that\'s my dream\nGot an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes\n\n[Verse 8: Ad-Rock]\nNow when it comes to envy, y\'all is green\nJealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine \'tine\nAnother dimension, new galaxy\nIntergalactic planetary\n\n[Chorus]\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\n[Verse 9: MCA]\nWe\'re from the family tree of old school hip-hop\nKick off your shoes and relax your socks\nThe rhymes will spread just like a pox\n\'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock\n\n[Verse 10: Mike D]\nI am known to do the wop Wop\nAlso known for the Flintstone Flop\nTammy D getting biz on the crop Crop\nBeastie Boys known to let the beat\n""MMM, D-r-r-rop!""\nDo it\n\n[Verse 11: Ad-Rock]\nNow when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop\nIf my rap\'s soup, my beats is stock\nStep from the table when I start to chop\nI\'m the lumberjack, DJ Adrock\n\n[Verse 12: MCA]\nIf you try to knock me, you\'ll get mocked\nI\'ll stir fry you in my wok\nYour knees\'ll start shaking and your fingers pop\nLike a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock\n\n[Chorus]\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\nAnother dimension, another dimension\n\n[Outro]\nDo it35Embed', 'default'",0
5283,China_Crisis___Here_Comes_A_Raincloud,sad,"""Here comes a raincloud  Watching the raincloud\nTake over me\nWatching my people\nWhat do I see\nNothing but hardship\nThe poorer we are\nWe're living in danger\nOf going to far\n\nSo here I am\nCan you understand\nSo much to live for\nIn so little time\nSo many places\nAll I have seen\nWatching the sunrise\nThey dream and they dream\n\nWatching the raincloud\nTake over me\nWatching the sunset\nThe end of a dream",1
2431,Bananarama___Love_In_The_First_Degree,happy,"""Love in the First Degree  Last night I was dreaming\nI was locked in a prison cell\nWhen I woke up I was screaming\nCalling out your name whoa\n\nAnd the judge and the jury\nThey all put the blame on me the blame on me\nThey wanna tell from my story\nThey want to hear my plea\n\nOnly you can set me free\n'Cause I'm guilty guilty\nGuilty as a girl can be\nCome on baby, can't you see\nI stand accused\nOf love in the first degree\nGuilty Of love in the first degree\n\nSomeday I'm believing\nYou will come to my rescue\nUnchain my heart, you'll keep him\nLet me start a new you\n\nThe hours passed so slowly\nSince they've thrown away the key away the key\nCan't you see that I'm lonely\nWon't you help me please\n\nOnly you can set me free\n'Cause I'm guilty guilty\nGuilty as a girl can be\nCome on baby, can't you see\nI stand accused\nOf love in the first degree\n\nGuilty Of Love in the first degree\n\nGuilty\nOf Love\n\nGuilty\nOf Love in\nYou might also likeGuilty Of Love\n\nGuilty Of Love in\n\nGuilty\nOf love in the first degree\n\nAnd the judge and the jury\nThey all put the blame on me\nThey wanna tell from my story\nThey wanna hear my plea\n\nOnly you can set me free\n'Cause I'm guilty Guilty\nAs a girl can be\nCome on baby, can't you see\nI stand accused\nOf love in the first degree",0
9023,Figurines___Race_You,sad,"""Race You  I would race you anytime\nSteal the daylight from your eyes\nSomehow you never knew\nThings change and so do you\n\nStill I would race you anytime\nFool around, trick your eye\nSome dreams still hunt you down\nYou thought we just fooled around\n\nThere were pictures from the past\nThere were memories that did not last\nDon't you do that again\nDon't call if you need a friend",1
376,Addictiv___Tonite,happy,"""Tonite  Hot touch in the club\nMake me cause a scene\nS-scene s-scene\nIn the club the club\nDon't stop hold me tight\nWe only got tonight\nIn the club the club tonight\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight\nAll night\nWe can push it harder tonight\nTonight\nTonight\nLet's just push it harder tonight\nYou can do whatever you like let's push it harder tonight\nLet's push it push it push it push it harder tonight\nI can see that boy on your right\nBut it's you that I like\nLet's push it push it push it push it push it harder tonight\nPush it harder get real low\nThat chicks about to blow\nBk on my left side\nEvery girl on the right side\nWait a minute where did she go\nDang shes back on the dance floor\nCruising up another boy\nAnd shes about to loose it\nTonight\nTonight\nTonight\nAll night\nWe can push it harder tonight\nTonight\nTonight\nLet's just push it harder tonight\nOnly if only you can hold me\nCome and show me\nWe can push it baby\nHold me if feel me\nWe can get it started\nI can feel you all night\nAt this party all night\nIf you feel me\nWe can get it started\nAll night\nAll night\nAll night\nHey girls\nYou found love?\nSing it out for me ladies one time\nMy type of guy is bad he likes to push it tell me\nWhat kind of guy you have\nCan you handle it?\nMy type of guy is bad and likes to push babe\nTell me what kind of guy you have but can you handle it\nAll night\nAll night...",0
5482,Cirrus___Boomerang,happy,"""Boomerang  Reach me, come closer\nRunning back home\nTell me like always\nHow you are lost\n\nWatch me I'm weightless though I'm on the ground\nSee me I'm flying\nNo longer around my boomerang, my boomerang\n\nI discovered how many lies\nYou can't walk over me\nWon't you uncover all you hide\nTo lend your strength in this night\nCome closer, Come closer, Come closer\n\nWatch me I'm weightless though I'm on the ground\nSee me I'm flying\nNo longer around my boomerang, my boomerang\n\nI discovered how many lies\nCause you can't walk over me\n\nWatch me I'm weightles though I'm on the ground\nSee me I'm flying\nNo longer around my boomerang, my boomerang\n\nI discovered how many lies\nCause you can't walk over me\n\nWatch me I'm weightless\nWatch me I'm weightless\nWatch me I'm weightless\nWatch me I'm weightless",0
2924,Beth_Rowley___Angel_Flying_Too_Close_To_The_Ground,sad,"""Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground  If you had not've fallen\nThen I would not have found you\nAngel flying too close to the ground\nBut I patched up your broken wings\nAnd hung around a while\nKept your spirits up and your fever down\nI knew someday that you would fly away\nCause love's the greatest healer to be found\nSo leave me if you need to, but I will stil remember\nAngel flying too close to the ground\nIf you had not've fallen\nThan I would not've found you\nAngel flying too close to the ground\nI patched up your broken wings\nAnd hung around a while\nKept your spirits up and your fever down\nI know someday that you will fly away\nCause love's the greatest healer to be found\nSo leave me if you need to, but I will stil remember\nAngel flying too close to the ground\nSo fly, fly on past the speed of sound\nOhh, rather see you up than see you down\nSo leave me if you need to and I will still remember\nAngel flying too close to the ground\nSo leave me if you need to and I will still remember\nAngel flying too close to the ground",1
3976,Bowerbirds___Teeth,calm,"""Teeth  Only through the teeth of life\nI see my ancient figure\nMy hands are strong\nMy eyes are endless\n\nOh, and my mind is the open ocean\nThat swells and broils with wild invention\n\nIn my great sun\nWithout boundaries\nMy love's a giant welt\nMy heart is burning\nOh, through the teeth of life\nA brilliant flame in a dark time\n\nOh, and the fleeting sun\nOh, the wild, gold beauty\nSo consumed, so removed\nIn the far reaches\n\nO, resilient light\nYou are strong and sure without me\nYou are boldly dismantling\n\nOh, through the teeth of life\nA brilliant flame in a dark time\n\nOh, and the fleeting sun\nOh, the wild, gold beauty\nSo consumed, so removed\nIn the far reaches\n\nO, resilient light\nYou are strong and sure without me\nYou are boldly dismantling\n\nOh, and the fleeting sun\nOh, the wild, gold beauty\nSo consumed, so removed\nIn the far reaches\nYou might also likeO, resilient light\nYou are strong and sure without me\nYou are boldly dismantling",2
3771,Bob_Dylan___Romance_In_Durango,sad,"'Romance in Durango  [Verse 1]\nHot chili peppers in the blistering sun\nDust on my face and my cape\nMe and Magdalena on the run\nI think this time we shall escape\n\nSold my guitar to the baker’s son\nFor a few crumbs and a place to hide\nBut I can get another one\nAnd I’ll play for Magdalena as we ride\n[Chorus]\nNo Ilores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango\nAgarrame, mi vida\nSoon the desert will be gone\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango\n\n[Verse 2]\nPast the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people\nHoof beats like castanets on stone\nAt night I dream of bells in the village steeple\nThen I see the bloody face of Ramon\n\nWas it me that shot him down in the Cantina\nWas it my hand that held the gun?\nCome, let us fly, my Magdalena\nThe dogs are barking and what’s done is done\n\n[Chorus]\nNo Ilores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango\nAgarrame, mi vida\nSoon the desert will be gone\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango\nYou might also like[Verse 3]\nIn the corrida we’ll sit in the shade\nAnd watch the young torero stand alone\nWe’ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed\nWhen they rode with Villa into Torreón\n\nThen the padre will recite the prayers of old\nIn the little church this side of town\nI will wear new boots and an earring of gold\nYou’ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown\n\nThe way is long but the end is near\nAlready the fiesta has begun\nThe face of God will appear\nWith His serpent eyes of obsidian\n\n[Chorus]\nNo Ilores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango\nAgarrame, mi vida\nSoon the desert will be gone\nSoon you will be dancing the fandango\n\n[Verse 4]\nWas that the thunder that I heard?\nMy head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain\nCome sit by me, don’t say a word\nOh, can it be that I am slain?\nQuick, Magdalena, take my gun\nLook up in the hills, that flash of light\nAim well my little one\nWe may not make it through the night\n\n[Chorus]\nNo Ilores, mi querida\nDios nos vigila\nSoon the horse will take us to Durango\nAgarrame, mi vida\nSoon the desert will be gone\nSoon you will be dancing the fandangoEmbed', 'default'",1
9072,Finger_Eleven___Ill_Keep_Your_Memory_Vague,sad,"""I’ll Keep Your Memory Vague  [Verse 1]\nThis won't break your heart, but I just think it could\nCause I haven't tried as hard as I should\nTo separate you from everything I do\nBut I would never want to come between us two\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\n[Verse 2]\nNow I'm thinking back to what I said before\nI hope your heart won't have to hurt anymore\nCause it's really not that sad from here\nBecause the moments I can feel you near\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThey keep you close to me my dear\nAnd if they ever become too clear\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\n\n[Bridge]\nNow you've gone away, don't worry it's okay\nThat you're gone away\nNow you've gone away, further than yesterday\nBut you'll never leave these scenes my mind replays\n\n[Chorus]\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nWhere in the world have you gone now?\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nWhere in the world have you gone now?\n\nI'll keep your memory vague, so you won't feel bad about me\nWhere in the world have you gone now?\nI'll say the things that you said, sometimes so it reminds me\nWhere in the world have you gone now?",1
3376,Black_Sabbath___A_National_Acrobat,sad,"""A National Acrobat  [Part I]\n\n[Verse 1]\nI am the world that hides the universal secret of all time\nDestruction of the empty spaces is my one and only crime\nI've lived a thousand times, I found out what it means to be believed\nThe thoughts and images, the unborn child that never was conceived\n\n[Verse 2]\nWhen little worlds collide, I'm trapped inside my embryonic cell\nAnd flashing memories are cast into the never-ending well\nThe name that scorns the face, the child that never sees the cause of man\nThe deathly darkness that belies the fate of those who never ran\n[Part II]\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou gotta believe, yeah, I'm talking to you\nWell, I know it's hard for you to know the reason why\nAnd I know you'll understand more when it's time to die\nDon't believe the life you have will be the only one\nYou have to let your body sleep to let your soul live on\n\n[Verse 4]\nI want you to listen, I'm trying to get through\nLove has given life to you and now it's your concern\nUnseen eye of inner life will make your soul return\nStill, I look, but not to touch the seeds of life are sown\nCurtain of the future falls, the secret stays unknown\n\n[Guitar Solo]\n\n[Outro]\nJust remember love is life and hate is living death\nTreat your life for what it's worth and live for every breath\nLooking back I've lived and learned, but now, I'm wondering\nHere, I wait and only guess what this next life will bring, haha!You might also like6",1
3690,Blues_Traveler___Crash_Burn,happy,"""Crash Burn  I'm gonna ride you\nGonna ride you out like a witch on a broom\nI'm gonna ride you\nGonna ride you out like a witch on a broom\n\nIt's the old give and take\nAnd I've been took again\nSo give me room\n\nI'm gonna watch you\nGonna watch you fall like a tower of cards\nGonna watch you\nGonna watch you fall like a tower of cards\nGonna land, gonna land, gonna land, gonna land\nNo matter how hard\n\nCrash burn\nWhen will I learn?\nCrash burn\nWhen will I learn?\n\nCrash burn\nWhen will I learn?\nCrash burn\nWhen will I learn?",0
453,After_Forever___Evoke,sad,"""Evoke  So wild, so beautiful and pure\nAll elements divine\nThe essence of all life\n\nSo vast, extensive and remote\nUnbridled and erratic\nSavage but glorious\n\nIt bursts; its energy is stirring\nIt calls; its drawing power will enchant us with its might\nIts massive spirit's bright\nLet it flow!\nIts endless beauty will evoke\nA timeless sequence we all share\nWe can not break through nor control\nBut to feel its true soul, dare to concede and to connect\n\nEmerging waves and brightened skies\nThe sun that burns your eyes\nThe wind that blows and pounds\n\nIt shines, its energy is whirling\nIt fights, will not be interfered with people who can't feel\nIt is all nature's flow\nLet it flow!\n\nIts endless beauty will evoke\nA timeless sequence we all share\nWe can not break through nor control\nBut to feel its true soul\n\nIts endless beauty will evoke\nA timeless sequence we all share\nWe can not break through nor control\nWe should cherish it!\n\nOh, energy\nOh, evoke me\nYou might also likeLet it flow!\n\nLet it flow!\nIts endless beauty will evoke\nA timeless sequence we all share\nWe can not break through nor control\nBut to feel its true soul\nIt is not at our command, no!",1
175,ALL_SHALL_PERISH___Eradication,sad,"""Eradication  Leading the tables turn\nAs we fail not to create\nA false sense of eradication\nTo revel in, separation\n\nI detest this life\nInching but seeming to end this life\nSurprising your neurons its all with time\nThat meaning will creep inside\nMuch sooner you will find\nYou'll find you're closer, closer to the fucking fight\nCloser to the fucking fight\nFire it's depleting but the spark will soon\nRekindle all that truly recedes\nI have no place to show you it will come trust me\nYou soon shall see\nI wish that our lives weren't\nThe facade they seem to be\nSome how the purpose was just lost for me\n\nLeft to your discretion\nYou decide... your only way\nDon't let the oppression\nManipulate your only way\n\nI surrender at my leisure\nTo the maker of displeasure\n\nLeading the times have turned to show the\nMass decay of your will to fight\nIn seperation only to see eradication",1
6222,DJ_Bobo___Somebody_Dance_With_Me,happy,"""Somebody Dance With Me  I'm back again on a higher stage\nListen to the party beat and get in range\nCause you know when I flow and I show you so\nWhich way is better which way you got to go\nTo make a fun house party all night\nYou gotta check this out, yo da ya di\nCause it's party over there with glamour and glairs\nSo dance move you , Pump that body!\n\nMove your body, up and down\nSide to side, it's party time\nYeah that's right we're dancing tonight\nTo the sun is coming up and the sky is all bright\nWe're coming to the end like you understand\nThat I'm a partyman do the best I can\nTo make you laugh again, now I'm out of the scene...\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\n\nAnother time, another place\nAnother rhyme done for every race\nIn your case, we're getting rough\nI'm not going to stop 'till you get enough\nCause you groove back and BoBo is back\nAnd you see it yourself, it's like a heart-attack\nMy rhymes, combination, infiltration, situation\nAll over the nation\n\nLike round and round, upside down\nLiving my life 'till your feet are on the ground\nThen put your hands up in the air\nAnd waving like you just don't care\nAnd if you're ready to rap, then rap with me\nSomebody say OH YEAH! oh yeah\nOH YEAH oh yeah\nAAOW!\n\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nYou might also likeNow it's just the time, I think you're ready\nSo make some room and space just to hit it\nMove, move that body\nA didley didley dee\nYeah we make the party to the B to the O to the B to the O\nWanna rock your body wanna rock your soul\nWhen I never ever said I do it better\nI just know the time, sounds clever\n\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nAAOW!\n\nThe way you had expected\nWe're having for the end\nParty that was another story\nFor the party man, and his clan\nSo they will come again\nShow and improve you, it's not the end\nIt's jam session\nMy profession\nA truly hard yeah one an obsession\nBut the joke is over, you know what I mean\nThe party is gone and I'm out of the scene...\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me\nI've got this feeling\nSomebody dance with me\nSomebody dance with me1",0
3023,Big_Electric_Cat___My_Last_Breath,sad,"""My Last Breath  A howling wing blew through your mouth\nAs your eyes caught fire\nYou speak to me of ancient times\nBut I can't hear you\nI can't hear you\nA hidden door that never closes\nKeeps the angels at bay\nWhispers in your sleeping hours\nThat never lie or fade away\n\nAnd one last breath before I fade\nTo dust and simply melt away\nA mirror cracked and faded\nReflections made of stone\nAnd light that shines within your eyes\nDissolve in shadows once again\n\nSo picture here a burning room\nWhere lovers die in cold embrace\nThe creeping hands of time decay\nBlood and kisses turn to hate\n\nAnd one last breath before I fade\nTo dust and simply melt away\n\nAnd one last breath before I fade\nTo dust and simply melt away\n\nStranger things hide in human guise\nThan reside in the valleys of hell",1
1229,Anberlin___Autobahn,anger,"""Autobahn  [Verse 1]\nAnd we're driving just as fast as we can\nAnd we're racing to outrun the wind\nIt's just me and you and you and me\nSo wild and so young, bright-eyed and free\nAnd we're trying to get out of here\nAnd a small town romance draws ever near\nAnd I swear we're in a movie\nThe highlight comes when you kiss me\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the stereo sings our song\nWe don't hesitate to sing along\n[Chorus]\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight We don't hesitate to sing\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world\n\n[Verse 2]\nAnd we're miles from the middle of nowhere\nAnd neither of us seems to care\nAnd that's why I love you so\nShut your mouth girl no one has to know\nAnd times seems to drip like Dali\nAnd neither of us has a place to be\nSo once and forever tell me all\nTell me all of your dreams\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd the stereo sings our song\nWe don't hesitate to sing along\n\n[Chorus]\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight We don't hesitate to sing\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nAnd we're driving just as fast as we can\nAnd we're racing to outrun the wind\nAnd the stereo sings our song\nWe don't hesitate to sing\n\n[Chorus]\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight We don't hesitate to sing\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight We don't hesitate to sing\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world\nDrive to dream to live\nWe could see the world tonight We don't hesitate to sing\nHere to hope tomorrow\nWe could see the world",3
6488,Darren_Hayes___Void,sad,"""Void  I've seen so many faces\nThese hands have lied before\nI've kissed so many lips it's blocked my mind\nI've whispered bullshit, nothings\nI've cried alone at night\nI thought I'd found the one a million times\n\nBut doesn't anyone fill the void?\nDoesn't anyone kill the joy?\nDoesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?\nAnd doesn't anyone fill the void?\nDoesn't anyone kill the joy?\nDoesn't anyone take the place of you?\nI let a stranger love me\nI gave away my pride\nI bit my lips, so I could block my mind\nI've called your name to others\nJust like a spinal chord\nSevered and broken but the spark still tries\n\nAnd doesn't anyone fill the void?\nDoesn't anyone kill the joy?\nDoesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?\nDoesn't anyone fill the void?\nDoesn't anyone kill the noise?\nDoesn't anyone take the place of you?\n\nThey don't know you like I do\nThey don't see the good inside you\nThey don't lie with you in bed and join you when you're dreaming\nThey don't see your softer side\nWho'll be there to turn your light on?\nWho will try to wash away the stain that love has left us?\n\nDoesn't anyone fill the void?\nDoesn't anyone kill the joy?\nDoesn't anyone kill the place of you in my heart?\nDoesn't anyone bring the noise?\nDoesn't anyone kill the joy?\nDoesn't anyone take the place of you?",1
9632,Fuel___Bittersweet,sad,"""Bittersweet  Seven sins of wantonness and\nEverything that's good is gone\nSell it for the glory from the peers\nSilicone priestess scratch the back and\nTwists the knife to bone\nKick against the pricks and scrape the shins\nI'm the enemy in the enemies now\n\nSwallowed the pill\nAnd drank to the fill\nAll these things I carry now\nIn this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now\nTry to hold the world there sinking\nSwimming in a paper cup\nTry to own the one beneath the skin\nHeld up to the flame still singeing\nSkin begins to draw and tuck\nNever told there's not a chance to win\nWhat couldn't be, wouldn't be now\n\nSwallowed the pill\nAnd drank to the fill\nAll these things I carry now\nIn this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now\n\nBittersweet\nLove is bittersweet\n\nHold your hands up to the sky and try\nSo hard to rise above\nBut everything is beating down\n\nSwallowed the pill\nAnd drank to the fill\nAll these things I carry now\nIn this bittersweet, in this bittersweet now\n\nSwallowed the pill\nAnd drank to the fill\nAll these things I carry now\nIn this bittersweet\nIn this bittersweet\nIn this bittersweet, now",1
3357,Black_Rebel_Motorcycle_Club___White_Palms,sad,"""White Palms  Jesus when you coming back? Jesus never coming back\nJesus won't take me back, Jesus never coming home\nJesus seemed to steal my soul, He'll never let me go\nJesus gonna make me pay, never should have run away, I wanna go home\n\nJesus when you going to come back?\nJesus when you going come back?\nJesus I dare you to come back\nJesus when you going to come back home?\n\nThe devil seems to climb inside, walk in through my open eyes\nNever shoulda ever shown and he's all I've ever known\nJesus when you coming back? He's never coming back\nYou'll never take me back, we're never going home, I wanna go home\nJesus when you going to come back?\nJesus when you going come back?\nJesus I dare you to come back\nJesus when you going to come back home?\n\nJesus when you coming back? Jesus never coming back\nJesus won't take me back, Jesus never coming home\nJesus seemed to steal my soul, He'll never let me go\nJesus gonna make me pay, never should have run away, I wanna go home\n\nJesus when you going to come back?\nJesus I dare you to come back\nJesus I beg you to come back\nJesus when you going to come back home?\n\nI wouldn't come back if I'd have been Jesus\nI'm the kinda guy who leaves the scene of the crime\nI wouldn't come back if I'd have been Jesus\nI'm the kinda guy who leaves the scene of the crime\nI wouldn't come back if I'd have been Jesus...",1
4985,Cat_Power___Evolution,sad,"""Evolution  [Verse: Chan Marshall & Eddie Vedder]\nBetter call all the ships\nThey been caught sailing\nBetter call the captain\nHe's been caught stealing\nBetter call the porter man\nHe's been caught leaving\nBetter call all the guys on the deck\nThey been caught with no feeling\nBetter call the fisherman\n'Cause they're coming on land\nBetter call the head nurse\nTo wrap us up and throw us in the dirt\nBetter call with some resistance\nBetter way to feel no shame\nBetter call with some persistence\nBetter way to feel nothing at all\nBetter call on evolution\nBetter way to make a revolution\nBetter make your mind up quick\nBetter make your mind up quick\n[Verse: Chan Marshall & Eddie Vedder]\nBetter call all the ships\nThey been caught sailing\nBetter call the captain\nHe's been caught stealing\nBetter call the porter man\nHe's been caught leaving\nBetter call all the guys on the deck\nThey've been caught with no feeling\nBetter call the fisherman\n'Cause they're coming on land\nBetter call the head nurse\nTo wrap us up and throw us in the dirt\nBetter call with some resistance\nBetter way to feel no shame\nBetter call with some persistence\nBetter way to feel nothing at all\nBetter call on evolution\nBetter way to make a revolution\nBetter make your mind up quick\nBetter make your mind up quick\nBetter make up your mind quick\nBetter make up your mind quick",1
2404,Badly_Drawn_Boy___Bedside_Story,happy,"""Bedside Story  Goodnight my answer, your dreams are still sweet\nGoodnight, be careful with yourself\nDon't worry about the money, forget about the wealth\n\nYou'll be my angel, divert me from hell\nHelp me, protect me from myself\nDon't worry, don't worry\n\nGoodnight my answer, goodnight my answer\nGoodnight my answer\nGoodnight my answer\nGoodnight my answer",0
500,Aimee_Mann___Great_Beyond,sad,"""Great Beyond  [Verse 1]\nGo, honey go into the ocean\nGo, honey go into the great beyond\n'Til you're good and gone\nAnd you can hide away for when everything goes wrong\nHoney, go\n\n[Verse 2]\nGo, honey go, if I were you I would\nLeave this neighborhood Leave this neighborhood\nAway from people who never treat you like they should\nHoney, go\nGo\n[Bridge]\nIn the woods or in the ice and snow\nWhere there is no one else you know\nYou've really nowhere else to go\nSo, honey, go\n\n[Verse 3]\nGo, honey go\n'Cause it's a dead end street 'Cause it's a dead dead street\nAnd it's a street in a town where winning isn't sweet Isn't sweet\nAnd every win is the beginning of defeat\nSo, honey, go\nGoSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82",1
3476,Blind_Willie_Johnson___Jesus_Make_Up_My_Dying_Bed,sad,"""Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed  Since me and Jesus got married\nHaven't been a minute apart\nWith the receiver in my hand\nAnd religion in my heart\n\nI can ring'm up easy\nAhh\nOh well\nRing'm up easy\nGo make up my\nMmm\nWeeping that he ain't lost\nLate Friday evening\nHanging on the cross\n\nHanging there in misery\nAhh\nOh well\nHanging there in misery\nGo make up my\n\nMmm\nMmm mmm\nJesus gon' make up my\n\nLate'n Friday evening\nMade poor Martha moan\nJesus said to his disciples\nCome and carry my mother home\n\nDying will be easy\nAhh\nDying will be easy\nDying will be easy\nJesus gon' make up my\nYou might also likeI'm dead and buried\nSomebody said that I was lost\nWhen it get down to Jordan\nHave the ferryman guide it across\n\nDone gone over\nAhh\nOh well\nDone gone over\nMake up my",1
6745,Dead_Kennedys___Religious_Vomit,anger,"'Religious Vomit  [Chorus]\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions make me sick\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions suck\n\n[Verse]\nThey all claim that they have the truth\nThey\'ll set you free\nJust give \'em the money and they\'ll set you free\nFree for a fee\nThey claim that they have ""the answer""\nWhen they don\'t even know the question\nThey\'re just a bunch of liars\nThey just want your money\nThey just want your consciousness\n[Chorus]\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions make me sick\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions suck\nAll religions suck\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions suck\nAll religions make me wanna BLEARGH\n\n[Verse]\nThey all claim that they have the truth\nThey\'ll set you free\nJust give \'em the money and they\'ll set you free\nFree for a fee\nThey claim that they have ""the answer""\nWhen they don\'t even know the questions\nThey\'re just a bunch of liars\nThey just want your money\nThey just want your consciousness\n\n[Chorus]\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions make me sick\nAll religions make me wanna throw up\nAll religions suck\nYou might also like[Outro]\nThey really make me sick\nThey really make me sick\nThey really make me sick\nThey really make me sick\nThey really make me sick\nThey really make me ill2Embed', 'default'",3
7252,Dirty_Pretty_Things___Doctors__Dealers,happy,"""Doctors & Dealers  I don't believe in anything\nThey tell me's set in stone\nThey say that we're together\nBut I'm sat here on my own\nIn the company of strangers\nThis trigger happy scene\nWell, if a heart do like a hind\nThen there is nothing in between\nOh no, no, I don't mind\nOh no, no, I don't mind\n'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on\nThe doctors and the dealers\nGet someone to shed some light on\nMiracle cure, soul stealers\nCrack pot quacks with cracked up egos\nPrescribing old placebos\nCollecting junk that we don't need, no\nI see them now and then\nStill spitting out those lies\nStrange it doesn't bother me\nI've got my own disguise\nAnd there's really not that much of me\nFor Jesus left to save\nIf savings only bartering\nMy soul can be his pay\nOh no, no, I don't mind\nOh no, no, I don't mind\n'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on\nThe doctors and the dealers\nYes, someone to shed some light on\nMiracle cure soul stealers\nCrack pot quacks with cracked up egos\nPrescribing old placebos\nCollecting junk that we don't need, no\nYou got the ball\nI was lucky to get the chain\nBut now I have to watch the crowds\nHaphazardly chasing down the drain\nSo what does it do?\nNothing for me\nWhat about you?\nThe doctors and the dealers\nThe doctors and the dealers\nThe doctors and the dealers\nThey come to you\nThey come to me\nThey come in droves\nOh, one, two, three\nThey come to you\nThey come to me\nThey come in droves\nOh, one, two, three\nThey come to you\nThey come to me\nThey come in droves\nOh, one, two, three\nThey come to you\nOh, they come to me\nThey come in droves\nOh, one, two, three\nThey come to me",0
9225,Flipsyde___Trumpets,happy,"""Trumpets  [Steve Knight]\nCountin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all\nAnd I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep\nTakes me back way back when we were young and we were friends\nNow I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes waitin' by the phone\nSweet Virgina blue skies early mornin' sunrise\nI can see your spirit dancin' next to mine\n\n[Chorus] Steve Knight\nI know that you'll never be the same again\nWe can just roll on down this road my friend\nI know that you'll never be just never be alone\nI know that you'll be there when I will say goodbye\n[MC Piper]\nHold on tight baby lean when I lean\nBoth arms tight lady follow my lead\nLet your hair down feel it blow in the breeze\nI'm a' take you to a place that you'll never believe\nRiding on the wind disappear in the sky\nNever ask why spread wings and fly\nSunbathe in the sunrays and dream\nListening to Dave play and Stevie sing\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Steve Knight]\nCountin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all\nAnd I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep\nTakes me back way back when we were young and we were friends\nNow I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes waitin' by the phone\nSweet Virgina blue skies early mornin' sunrise\nI can see your spirit dancin' next to mine\n\n[Chorus]You might also like1",0
4068,Brainstorm___French_Cartoon,sad,"""French Cartoon  A French cartoon\n\nEasy we follow, easy we trust\nSome things we want, and some things we must\nSometimes we're losing, somedays we're lost\nAll we have from down until dust\nDon't wanna no more be educated allwise\nSubtine of all being analysed\nSometimes we're losing, somedays we're lost\nAll we have from down until dust\nDays, golden day still to come\nAnd what\nWhat we'll say to those who are gone\n\nNo listen no more\nYour love is what we're looking for\n\nWays, silver ways to the moonlight\nI'll come\nYou can follow your friend just as long as the night\n\nIt's over\nWe'll be bone what it's day\nNow when we get it's over\nWhat we see\n\nOur tears run away\nNo listen no more\nYour love is what we're looking for\nOur tears run away\nNo listen no more\nYour love is what we're looking for\n\nI'll come\nYou can follow your friend just as long as the night",1
3222,Björk___Big_Time_Sensuality,happy,"""Big Time Sensuality  [Verse 1]\nI can sense it\nSomething important\nIs about to happen\nIt's coming up\n\n[Chorus]\nIt takes courage to enjoy it\nThe hardcore and the gentle\nBig-time sensuality\n[Verse 2]\nWe just met\nAnd I know I'm a bit too intimate\nBut something huge is coming up\nAnd we're both included\n\n[Chorus]\nIt takes courage to enjoy it\nThe hardcore and the gentle\nBig-time sensuality\n\n[Bridge]\nI don't know my future after this weekend\nAnd I don't want to\n\n[Chorus]\nIt takes courage to enjoy it\nThe hardcore and the gentle\nBig-time sensuality, sensualitySee Björk LiveGet tickets as low as $199You might also like19",0
544,Air___The_Vagabond,calm,"""The Vagabond  Golden waves\nIn all directions\nI could lose my soul right here\n\nColour lights\nOn the runway\nMakes a stranger feel unchained\n\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nSummer days will come happiness will be mine\nI'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going\nI do the best I can not to worry about things\nI feel loose\nI feel haggard\nDon't know what I'm looking for\n\nSomething true\nSomething lovely\nThat will make me feel alive\n\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nSummer days will come happiness will be mine\nI'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going\nI do the best I can not to worry about things\n\nLike a vagabond in the distance\nLooking for a song to sing\nA song that'll last all night\nAnd for the rest of our lives\n\nI'm lost in my words I don't know where I'm going\nI do the best I can not to worry about things\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nSummer days will come, happiness will be mine\nSummer days will come, happiness will be mine\n\nI'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going\nI'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going\nI do the best I can not to worry about things\nI do the best I can not to worry about things\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nI'm running after time and I miss the sunshine\nSummer days will come, happiness will be mine\nSummer days will come, happiness will be mine\nYou might also likeOh, shit",2
5110,Chaka_Khan___My_Funny_Valentine,happy,"""My Funny Valentine  My funny valentine\nSweet, comic valentine\nYou make me smile with my heart\nOhhhhh\n\nYour looks are laughable\nUnphotographable\nYet\nYou're my favorite work of art\nIs your figure less than Greek?\nIs your mouth a little bit weak?\nWhen you open it to speak\nAre you smart?\nOhhhhhh\nDon't, baby\nDon't change your hair for me\nNot if you care for me\n\nStay\nStay little valentine\nStay\nEach day is valentine's day\nEach day is valentine's day\n\nOhhhh\nUmmm\nMmmmm\n\nStay little valentine\nStay\nStay\nStay\nAhh, yeah\n\nEach day is valentine's\nEach day is valentine's day\nValentine's daySee Chaka Khan LiveGet tickets as low as $79",0
6286,Damien_Rice___Coconut_Skins,sad,"""Coconut Skins  You can hold her hand\nAnd show her how you cry\nExplain to her your weakness\nSo she understands\nAnd then roll over and die\nYou can brave decisions\nBefore you crumble up inside\nSpend your time asking everyone else's permission\nThen run away and hide\nOr you can sit on chimneys\nPut some fire up your ass\nNo need to know what you're doing or waiting for\nBut if anyone should ask\nTell them I've been licking coconut skins\nAnd we've been hanging out\nTell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins\nAnd relieve us our doubt\nLa la la la la la la...\nOh you can hold her eggs\nBut your basket has a hole\nYou can lie between her legs and go looking for\nTell her you're searching for her soul\nYou can wait for ages\nWatch your compost turn to coal\nTime is contagious\nEverybody's getting old\n\nSo you can sit on chimneys\nPut some fire up your ass\nNo need to know what you're doing or looking for\nBut if anyone should ask\nTell them I've been cooking coconut skins\nAnd we've been hanging out\nTell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins\nAnd relieve us our doubt\nLa la la la la la la...You might also like5",1
926,Allison_Iraheta___Friday_Ill_Be_Over_U,happy,"""Friday I’ll Be Over U  [Intro]\nOh yeah!\n\n[Verse 1]\nMonday, Tuesday, we were cool\nWednesday, I found out about you\nCaught my heart by tellin' lies\nYou weren't what you advertised\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut silly me, to believe\nOh-oh-oh-oh, I was unique\nWhen I'm there, you put on a show\nOh-oh-oh, you gotta go\n[Chorus]\n'Cause what's true about you?\nWho are you when I'm gone?\nWanted to be with you\nDon't know what I was on\n'Cause you got me, to forget me\nOh-oh-oh you know that's true\nYeah, you got me, to forget me\nSo, Friday, I'll be over you!\n\n[post-Chorus]\nOh yeah!\n\n[Verse 2]\nNo, no, I ain't gonna cry\nGo and be with her tonight\nI really don't care what you do\n'Cause Friday, I'll be over you\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nAnd silly me, to believe\nOh-oh-oh-oh, I was unique\nWhen I'm there, you put on a show\nOh-oh-oh, you gotta go!\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause what's true about you?\nWho are you when I'm gone?\nWanted to be with you\nDon't know what I was on\n'Cause you got me, to forget me\nOh-oh-oh you know that's true\nYeah, you got me, to forget me\nSo, Friday, I'll be over you!\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nOh yeah!\nOh yeah!\n\n[Bridge]\nSilly me, to believe\nWhen I'm there, you put on a show\nOh-oh-oh, you know that's true\n\n[Breakdown]\nOh, oh\n'Cause you got me, to forget me\nWhoa\nYeah, you got me, to forget me\nSo Friday, I'll be over you\n\n[Chorus]\n'Cause what's true about you? About you\nWho are you when I'm gone? Oh\nWanted to be with you Be with you\nDon't know what I was on\n'Cause you got me 'Cause you got me\nTo forget me To forget me\nOh-oh-oh, you know that's true\nYeah, you got me, to forget me\nSo Friday, I'll be over you!1",0
1010,Amber_Pacific___Poetically_Pathetic,happy,"""Poetically Pathetic  [Verse 1]\nThinking of the words to say\nI'd like to think that this was fate\nReference to a song you love\nSpell confusion with a K\nLike a star without its strings\nI'm hanging here on these two wings\nFor that smile and those eyes\nI'm falling\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?\nWhen there's nothing more pathetic to be said\n[Chorus]\nYou bring me out, show me light\nI'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside\nYou carry truth and make me smile\nIf it were you and me tonight\nI would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you\nFor you\n\n[Verse 2]\nIf you ever had the chance\nWould you make your life seem right?\nOr would you only hold it back\nThe good times, the hard, and the bad\nWhatever you say is alright\nJust as long as there's no doubt\nCould you look me in the eyes\nAnd say hopes died\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nIf time could stop, how could I make this more poetic?\nWhen there's nothing more pathetic to be said\n\n[Chorus]\nYou bring me out, show me light\nI'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside\nYou carry truth and make me smile\nIf it were you and me tonight\nI would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you\nYou might also like[Bridge]\nOur wish\nEach time\nKeeps me returning to you\nNight after night\nLift me up as high as the clouds that warm the sky\nFor you and I\n\n[Chorus]\nYou bring me out, show me light\nI'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside\nYou carry truth and make me smile\nIf it were you and me tonight\nI would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you\n\n[Chorus]\nYou bring me out, show me light\nI'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside\nYou carry truth and make me smile\nIf it were you and me tonight\nI would tame the stars and save the brightest one for you\nFor you1",0
790,Alicia_Keys___Stolen_Moments,happy,"""Stolen Moments  [Verse 1]\nRememberin' the days when our love began\nThinkin' of a million ways\nTo escape and be with you\nBut reality wasn't just you and I\nIt was long drawn out days and lonely nights\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDream about you\nI keep dreamin' 'bout you\nWhen I'm dreamin' 'bout when you would say\n[Chorus]\nLet me take you to another place\nWhere nothing ever seems to matter\nIt's just you and me\nWe can take flight like a thief in the night\nStolen moments with you oooo\n\n[Verse 2]\nDestiny didn't have such a simple plan simple plan\nI was just a girl and you a young man\nHow could age define\nSomething so divine so divine\nCan this even be real or just exist in my mind\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDreamin' 'bout you\nI keep dreamin' 'bout you\nWhen I'm dreamin' 'bout when you would say\n\n[Chorus]\nLet me take you to another place\nWhere nothing ever seems to matter\nIt's just you and me\nWe can take flight like a thief in the night\nStolen moments with you oooo\nYou might also like[Instrumental]\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDreamin' 'bout you\nI keep dreamin' 'bout you\nWhen I'm dreamin' and waitin' for the day\nWhen no one and nothing else takes up our time\nFinally you're only mine\n\n[Bridge]\nEach and everyday\nI don't walk with you right by my side\nBut instead we have to hide\nSneak around and lie\nJust to spend time alone\nThis lovin' is a crime\nI'd rather do the time\nAnd leave the world behind\n\n[Chorus]\nLet me take you to another place\nWhere nothin' ever seems to matter\nIt's just you and me\nWe can take flight like a thief in the night\nStolen moments with you oooo\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Outro]\nLet's get away\nLet's get away\nOhh\nWe can get away\nWe can get away\nOhh\nLet's get away\nLet's get away\nOhh\nWe can get away\nWe can get away\nOhhh",0
403,Aereogramme___Trenches,sad,"""Trenches  Well we've been building our trenches\nWaiting alone\nFor some hint or suggestion\nOf better things to come\nSo listen, listen please\nI won't wait anymore\n\nLet me run through the water\nLet me drink in the sea\nLet me run through the water\nJust pick me up again\nTaking hold of our senses\nWe can always be\nAnything that you wanted\nYou know that I love you\nBut I can't let go\nYou know that I love you\nBut I can't let go\nMay you always be\nMay you always be\nMay you always be\nMay you always be\nLoved\nLoved\n\nIf I don't make it out\nRemember the love we had x4\n\nAlways yours\nAlways yours\nI'm always yours\nI'm always yours",1
5167,Charlotte_Sometimes___In_Your_Apartment,sad,"""In Your Apartment  I noticed I've been looking around\nStill hoping that we'd work out\nBut my authority on the subject\nHas been worn out\n\nIn your apartment\nWe were together\nAlways as one, always as one\nIt was like this\nBut it wasn't, was it?\nI take deep breaths around you\nWatch the clock\nThat's not the kind of girl I am\n\nIn your apartment\nWe were together\nAlways as one, always as one\nIt was like this\nBut it wasn't, was it?\n\nSo ba ba ba ba goes the trumpet inside my\nBa ba ba ba goes the inside my\nIn your apartment\nWe were together\nAlways as one, always as one\nIt was like this\nBut it wasn't, was it?\n\nBa ba ba ba goes the trumpet inside my\nBa ba ba ba goes the trumpet inside my\nBa ba ba ba goes the trumpet inside my head",1
1658,Apoptygma_Berzerk___Asleep_Or_Awake,happy,"'Asleep Or Awake?  What\'s with your head?\nControlled, dumbed down\nSince your life began\nThey play us like fools\nWe sell out to be in\nA ""bread and circus"" game\nThey dumbed us down and slowly...\nChanged our thoughts\nNow we believe in nothing\nBut never-ending wars\nIn which we\'re all gonna lose\nWhat\'s going on, you\'re sedated again?\nAlready wasted half your life\nStone cold hearted and arrogant\nThey teach ""Ignorance is bliss""\nThey dumbed us down and slowly...\nChanged our thoughts\nNow we believe in nothing\nBut never-ending wars\nIn which we\'re all gonna lose\nNow I lay me down to rest\nBut I can\'t get no sleep\nIt\'s getting late, you still won\'t listen\nI\'d better stay awake\nThey dumbed us down and slowly...\n\nChanged our thoughts\nNow we believe in nothing\nBut never-ending wars\nIn which we\'re all gonna lose ourselvesYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",0
585,Al_Green___Im_Still_In_Love_With_You,happy,"""I’m Still in Love with You  [Verse 1]\nSpending my day, thinking 'bout you, girl\nBeing here with you, being near with you\nI can't explain myself\nWhy I feel like I do Like I do\nThough it hurt me so to let you know\nThat I look in your eyes\nTo let me know how you feel\nLet me know that love is really real\nWell, it seems to me\nThat I'm wrapped up in your love\n[Chorus]\nDon't you know that I'm still in love\nStill in love, in love with you\nSho'nuff in love with you, yeah, hey\n\nHeaven knows that I'm still in love\nStill in love, in love with you\nSho'nuff in love with you, hey\n\n[Verse 2]\nHey, when I look in your eyes\nAnd all, all the years I see I see\nMe lovin' you and you lovin' me\nWell, it seems to me\nThat I'm wrapped up in your love\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't you know that I'm still in love\nStill in love, in love with you\nSho'nuff in love with you\nHey, ah-ha, ah-ah-ah, ah-ha\nAh-ha\nDon't you know that I'm still in love\nStill in love, in love with you\nSho'nuff in love with you\nYou might also like[Outro]\nHey, I'll try it if you want me to\nStill in love, in love with you\nAh-ha, ah-ha, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ha\nAh-ha3",0
8976,Fenix_TX___A_Song_For_Everyone,happy,"""A Song For Everyone  Well I know that it's late\nBut the words wouldn't wait\nI'm really sorry that I woke you up\nI don't know what's come over me\nIf I'm wrong let me know\nDo you think I should go\nBut before you give an answer\nThink of somewhere you'd rather be\n\nAll that I have\nTwenty Six dollars and the keys to a Cadillac\nAll that I know\nDrive all night go anywhere you wanna go\nAll that I want and all that I need\nAnd all I wanna know is do you wanna come with me\n\nYou deserve more than this\nPacking guilt for a trip\nI never thought that I would get this far\nSearching for the words to say \nSummer wind desert stars\nAll of this could be yours\nYou know it only takes two words\nAnd we'll both be on our way\n\nAll that I have\nTwenty six dollars and the keys to a Cadillac\nAll that I know\nDrive all night go anywhere you wanna go\n\nAll that I want and all that I need\nAnd all I wanna know is do you wanna come with me\n\nAll I have All I know I changed the station and our song is on the radio\nAll I have All I know drive all night go anywhere you wanna go\nAll I have All I know I changed the station and our song is on the radio\nAll I have All I know drive all night go anywhere you wanna go\n\nDrive all night, go anywhere you wanna go\nDrive all night, go anywhere you want to",0
4617,CALLA___Strangler,sad,"""Strangler  Something's gotten into your head\nSay what You said\nSay what You said\nI can do anything, anything\nThough it doesn't matter to You\nI'll find it out...\nI can get the same effect if You strangle me\nSomething's gotten hold of my tongue\nSee what You've done\nSee what You've done\nI would give anything, anything\nJust to see it happen to You\nI'll find it out...\nI can get the same effect, if You strangle me\nI can get the same effect, if You strangle me\nI can get the same effect, if You strangle me",1
2762,Belleruche___Like_4_The_Hard_Way,calm,"""Like 4 the Hard Way  Come now and dare to be straight with me\nI'll share I might even be straight with you\nGo on now, shed some skin\nSo I can get a good look in\nAnd I'll find out what makes you tick\nAll it's here\nCause you're here and I'm here\nAnd I feel this is where it's gonna get most interesting\n\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me, tell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me, tell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\n\nI know you've got your secrets\nWell I've got some too\nNo need to tell me everything\nI'd also like to keep a few\nToo sweet to be shy now\nSince we've broken down down\nEverything that can be broke, oh\nIs your story getting old\nWell, we've been spending some time\nAnd what a lovely time it's been\n\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me, tell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\nOh tell me something true\n\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me, tell me something true\n\nI'm not sure what you want from me\nNor what I want from you\nSome tales I can't quite believe\nEven though I'd like to\nSea stories you've been spinning free\nYou got my curiosity down someone else's memory lane\nOh a little bit too strange\nWell, we've been spending some time\nAnd what a lovely time it's been\nYou might also likeWon't you tell me something\nTell me, tell me something true\nWon't you tell me something\nTell me something true\n\nWon't you tell me something\nI'd like to hear something\nWon't you tell me something\nCause I'd like to get to know you",2
951,Alphaville___Ariana,happy,"""Ariana  Driving down the streets, listening to the\nRadio, what do we get\nAriana\nReading the papers and the news\nThey scream, haven't you heard\nAriana\nShe rules the business, she's such a restless\nGenuine juvenile\nEveryone knows, wherever she goes\nShe got chique, she got class\nShe got style\nArianamaniacs rule the world\nHaven't you heard\nArianamaniacs set the scenes on fire, fire\nWe're goin' nutz for Ariana\nWe're goin' carrazy for her\nEverything glows, wherever she goes\nShe got s** from her lips to her toes\nAll the Casanovas and the zombies agree\nWith the hummingbirds and the beasts\nFrom the seas\nAriana's a real sensation, when will she\nBe on the screen\nArianamaniacs rule the world\nHaven't you heard\nArianamaniacs set the scenes on fire, fire",0
6465,Darkthrone___Archipelago,anger,"'Archipelago  One by one, they fell into the sea\nThe gleam extinguished; arduous future wait for me\nGravity; the deep pulls me under\nDarkness fills me, and I gurgle as is sink\n\nTHE CLOUDS ABOVE ARE DARK, I CAN FEEL IT!\nAS ARCHIPELAGO WANTS TO SWALLOW ME\nMY BLOODSHOT EYEBALLS; MY PRESSURED LUNGS\nMY LIFE; MY LIFE IS IT SLOWLY FADING!?\n\nCONATION COMES IN WAVES; THEY TAKE YOU TO THE SHORE\nRISE!\nRISE!!\nRISE!!!You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",3
4561,Burial___Untitled,sad,"'Untitled Burial Outro  ""Last night I woke up... And I... I went into the bathroom to get some aspirin... And I happened to look in the mirror... and... I swear to God, I see something I can\'t describe. But it sure as hell is not my reflection.""You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
7467,Doves___Intro,calm,"""Intro  Speaking\nWhat we gonna do right here\nIs take you way back\nWay back into time\nMy man Ginuwine\nFor all y'all people out there\nBobby to the speaker\nIt's sung by me\nNow, Ginuwine speaking\n\nDig if you will the picture\nOf you and I engaged in a kiss\nThe sweat of your body covers me\nCan you my darling\nCan you picture this\nDream if you can a courtyard\nAn ocean of violets in bloom\nAnimals strike curious poses\nThey feel the heat\nThe heat between me and you\n\nHow can you just leave me standing?\nAlone in a world that's so cold? So cold\nMaybe I'm just too demanding\nMaybe I'm just like my father too bold\nMaybe you're just like my mother\nShe's never satisfied She's never satisfied\nWhy do we scream at each other\nThis is what it sounds like\nWhen doves cry\n\nTouch if you will my stomach\nFeel how it trembles inside\nYou've got the butterflies all tied up\nDon't make me chase you\nEven doves have pride\n\nHow can you just leave me standing?\nAlone in a world so cold? World so cold\nMaybe I'm just too demanding maybe maybe\nMaybe I'm just like my father too bold too bold\nMaybe you're just like my mother\nShe's never satisfied She's never satisfied\nWhy do we scream at each other why\nThis is what it sounds like\nWhen doves cry\nYou might also likeOoh ooh ooh - baby\n\nHow can you just leave me standing?\nAlone in a world that's so cold? a world so cold\nMaybe I'm just too demanding\nMaybe I'm just like my father too bold you know, you know he's too bold\nMaybe you're just like my mother\nShe's never satisfied never satisfied\nWhy do we scream at each other why\nThis is what it sounds like\nWhen doves cry",2
9636,Fugees___The_Score,sad,"""The Score  [Intro: Wyclef Jean]\nY-Y-You rockin' loud but you ain't sayin' nothin'\nIt's time I settle the score\nI play my enemies like a game of chess\nPlayin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nHa, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right, left, right It's time I settle the score\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left, left It's time I settle the score\n\n[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]\nLook to the rhyme Rhyme, rum to the ripple Ripple\nSingle, but at times I come in triple\nBlaow, blaow, put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a ooh if you're dead\nRah, rah, let me attack just like a black cat\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check your map\nOoh, you've gotta go for backup to do what you gotta do\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\nYou put poison in my tea and kill the toad, but I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nA-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo, I'm taking all crews, what?\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\nLosers, check your tooters as I'm suckin' on your girl hooters\nDon't play macho 'cause you got the gun, son\n'Cause if you gotta reload Man\n[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]\nYou rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin'\nIt's time I settle the score\nToo many emcees, not enough mics\nReady or not, here I come\nHa, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right, left, right It's time I settle the score\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left, left It's time I settle the score\n\n[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]\nYo, Wyclef the multi-talented, average heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live, only if you want it Only if you want it\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's Come on\nCheck out my melody\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest, I'm victorious Bing\nStill keep it real if you will, and manifest through your skills\nNot by how many shells you peel\n\n[Verse 3: Pras]\nI'ma bring down the ruckus, play the nutcracker\nRuffneck rednecks, makes me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper Time after time\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal?\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, floss like dental\nI autograph my   with a number two pencil\nYou might also like[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]\nYou rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin'\nIt's time I settle the score\nOba-observing the hypocrites\nThey smile in my face, then they talk behind my back\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right, left, right It's time I settle the score\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left, left It's time I settle the score\n\n[Verse 4: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef]\nYeah, I'm the L, won't you pull it? Pull it\nStraight to the head with the speed of a bullet Bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freaky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\nHead rushers, I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria, aurora\nTo another galaxy, phallic see, be this microphone\nBut get lifted, lyrically, I'm gifted\nBurn on it without the roach clip, it hinders, mind bender\nPleasure sender so frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully, you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke from the fumes that I emote\nOr emit shit\nSee, even I feel the mahogany\nL, natural hallucinogen turning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams, release blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]\nYou rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin'\nIt's time I settle the score\nReady or not, Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft-spoken doesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we're permanent at one\nAnd one day you will be gotten\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right, left, right It's time I settle the score\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left, left It's time I settle the score\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right, left, right It's time I settle the score\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left, left It's time I settle the score\n\n[Verse 5: Diamond D & Lauryn Hill]\nDiamond D\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift Swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef Cleef\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\nWe know where to run\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff Come on\nCome on, son, my steelo's tight Uh-huh\n'Cause by far, I'm the best producer on the mic Right\nBorn to write analytical conceptions\nWith precision, and leave lyrical incisions Bing\n\n[Skit]\nAll J do is front and lie Man, you crazy as hell\nWhatever, yo, I'm goin' to get something to drink\nYou alright? You straight? Yeah, I'm straight\nI'll be right back\nAyo, LJ, I heard you fuckin' Michelle\nNigga, I been fuckin' Michelle\nMichelle Leslie Brown? Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown\nFrom 225th Street?\nNigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park?\nNigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park\nNigga, I been fuckin' her\nWhat happened? What about her?\nThis nigga said he fucked Michelle He said he fucked her\nThere go Michelle right there, call her over, yo\nAyo, Michelle, come here for a second, baby What?\nCome here Ask her, ask her\nAyo, you fucked J? Hell no, ew, what?\nNigga, not that Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park\nThe other Michelle Leslie Brown\nNigga, that's the only one\nNigga, how many Michelle's is there?\nNigga, she got a cousin or some shit like that, man, I'm saying though\nHe's a frontin'-ass nigga on three\nOne, two, three5",1
185,ANJA_GARBAREK___Spin_The_Context,sad,"'Spin the Context  I lay down beside him\nHe gives me kisses\nFollow the tracks\nFrom another dream\n\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nInto the open\nI lay amongst the clouds\nDissolving falling down\nFollow the tracks\nI promise to send word\n\nI enter the visible world\nWith a tongue of secrets\nI breathe the neon\nWith a calm, calm, calm, calm fear\n\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nI follow I follow\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin\nI follow I follow\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nI follow I follow\nI breathe the neon\nWith a calm fear\n\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nI follow I follow\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin\nI follow I follow\nI follow the tracks\nAnd spin the context\nI follow I follow\nI Breath the neon\nWith a calm fear\nI Breath the neon\nWith a calm fear\nI Breath the neon\nWith a calm fearYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
3035,Big_Youth___Hit_The_Road_Jack,happy,"'Hit The Road Jack Missing    The   for this song have yet to be transcribedYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6845,Dee_Clark___Hey_Little_Girl,happy,"""Hey Little Girl  Hey, little girl in the high school sweater\nGee, but I'd like to know you better\nA-just a-swingin' yo books and chewin' gum\nA-lookin' just like a juicey plum\nHey, hey-hey, hey-hey, hey, hey\nLittle girl\n\nHey, little girl in the black silk stockins\nGee, but you've got my heart a-rockin'\nA-wearin' that crazy skin-tight skirt\nAnd that crazy ivy league shirt!\nHey, hey, hey, hey, hey\nOh, little girl\nHey little girl, can I come along\nCarry your books and a-hold your arm?\nI'm hopin' that you tell me, yes\nBecause you're the girl that I love best\nHey, hey-hey-hey\n\ninstrumental\n\nA-hey-hey\n\nUm-hm, um-hm\n\nYa-ya\nYa-ya, ya-ya\nYa-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya\nYa-ya, ya-ya, ya\n\nUuh-huh\n\nHey, little girl in the high school sweater\nGee, I hope you're feelin' better\nNot just like the time before\n'Member when you closed that door?\nHey, hey-hey, hey-hey, hey\nLittle girl\nYou might also likeHey!\nA-little girl\n\nA-hey-hey!\nA-little girl\n\nMmm\nMmm-hm-hm\nMmm-hm-hm\nMmm-hm-hm\nYeah!\n\nGoin' t'your house\n\nFADES-\n\nWell\nYa-ya-ya\nYa-ya-ya\nYa-ya-ya\nYa-ya-ya\nYa-ya-da-da\n\n~",0
1796,Arctic_Monkeys___From_The_Ritz_To_The_Rubble,happy,"""From the Ritz to the Rubble  [Verse 1]\nWell, last night these two bouncers\nAnd one of 'em's alright, the other one's a scary'un\nHis way or no way; totalitarian\nHe's got no time for you looking or breathing\nHow he don’t want you to, so step out the queue\nHe makes examples of you, and there's nowt you can say\nBehind they go through to the bit where you pay\nAnd you realise then that it's finally the time\nTo walk back past ten-thousand eyes in the line\nAnd you can swap jumpers and make another move\nInstilled in your brain you've got something to prove\nTo all the smirking faces and the boys in black\nWhy can't they be pleasant? Why can't they have a laugh?\nHe's got his hand in your chest, he wants to give you a duff\nWell, secretly I think they want you all to kick off\nThey want arms flying everywhere and bottles as well\nIt's just something to talk about, a story to tell, yeah\n[Chorus]\nWell, I'm so glad they turned us all away, we'll put it down to fate\nI said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning\nGot too deep, but how deep is too deep?\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, this town's a different town today\nSaid, this town's a different town to what it was last night\nYou couldn't have done that on a Sunday\nAnd that girl's a different girl today\nSaid, that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night\nYou couldn't have done that on a Sunday\nOf course not\n\n[Chorus]\nWell, I'm so glad they turned us all away, we'll put it down to fate\nI thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning\nGot too deep, but how deep is too deep?\n\n[Verse 3]\nLast night, what we talked about\nIt made so much sense\nBut now the haze has ascended\nIt don't make no sense anymore\nI said, last night, what we talked about\nIt made so much sense\nBut now the haze has ascended\nIt don't make no sense anymore, oh\nSee Arctic Monkeys LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Outro]\nDa-da, da-da-da\nDa-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da\nDa-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da27",0
2881,Benjamin_Gibbard___Choir_Vandals,sad,"'Choir Vandals  Burn down like old cathy candles\nMarked up with the choir vandals\nReading: destroy destroy destroy\n\nTwo-speed cycles streamered handles\nEvenings with the roman scandals\n\nI just want to be someone you know...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
4735,Camera_Obscura___Swans,happy,"""Swans  There are flowers in my house\nAnd I bought them myself\nNo surprises in the record collection\nYou must have thought I was someone else\n\nI'm still afraid to get lost\nIn a city I might explore\nBut I'm not afraid to have\nAn eloquent boy at my door\nAt my door\nAt my door\nAt my door\nOh, you want to be a writer\nFantastic idea\nYou say you've never seen America\nI really think you'll like it there\n\nMaybe you should travel with me\nIs this the best idea\nBecause you've never seen a Redwood\nAnd you've never touched a deer\nA deer\nA deer\nDear\n\nA deer\nA deer\nMy dear\n\nAre swans deceiving us all?\nOh I for one should know\nI never felt myself so graceful\nAnd I never swam so slow\nSo slow\nSo slow\nSo slow",0
1264,Andrew_WK___Take_It_Off,happy,"""Take It Off  Take it off!\n\nTake it off!\nGotta Get ready to go 'cause it's time again\nWe know we are the ones who'll do it now again\nDon't stop! Who do you want? You back away again\n'Cause mister what do you got? You got that black on again\n\nWe got along\nThey can't stop me\nWe've got our own\nTake it off me\nForever and ever\nForever and ever\n\nTake it off!\n\nWe Know When You're Hitting The Rack\nWe Know When You've Got On Black\nWe know what you do in the sack\n'Cause you, you never look back\n\nWe Know When You're Hitting The Rack\nWe Know When You've Got On Black\nWe know what you do in the sack\n'Cause you, you never look back\n\nYou got it all wrong\nYou're back and running again\nAnd now what do you got?\nYou got that black on again\n\nThey'll never know\nThey can't stop me\nWe'll blow our loads\nTake it off me\n\nForever and ever\nForever and ever\nYou might also likeTake it off!\n\nTake it off!",0
1268,Andrew_WK___I_Get_Wet,happy,"""I Get Wet  [Verse 1]\nYou watch what I say Watch what I say\nWatch what I do, Because I\nReally don't care, I really don't care\nI know you're tryin' to get somewhere\nYou watch what you say Watch what I do\nI'm gonna get on you, I\nReally don't care, I really don't care\nYou're never gonna go nowhere\n\n[Chorus]\nI get wet\nI get wet When the party is dying\nI get wet Without even trying\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet Whenever you're crying\nI get wet I know that you're dying\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\n[Bridge]\nAhhhh\n\n[Verse 2]\nYou\nYou're making wars You're breaking doors\nAnd now you're on the floor, I\nReally don't care, I really don't care\nI know you're tryin' to get somewhere\nYou watch what I say Watch what I say\nWatch what I do, Because I\nReally don't care, I really don't care\nYou're never gonna go nowhere\n\n[Chorus]\nI get wet\nI get wet When the party is dying\nI get wet Without even trying I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet When I know that you're dying\nI get wet Without even trying\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nYou might also like[Outro]\nI get wet When I know that you're dying I get wet\nI get wet Without even trying\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet I get wet\nI get wet\nI get wet Whenever you're crying I get wet\nI get wet I know that you're dying I get wet\nI get wet x48",0
722,Alice_In_Chains___Head_Creeps,sad,"""Head Creeps  [Refrain]\nNo more time\nJust one more time\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo crazy, beat the strain\nToo lazy, shake the gray\nSo, and she willed the rain\nSo let me be defamed\nYour redundancy stains\nTired of infantile claims\nLike puppets on a string\nSo untangle you from me\n[Chorus]\nTime to call the doggies off\nTired of the shadowing\nSlide me to the side again\nSlapped in the face again\n\n[Refrain]\nNo more time\nJust one more time\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour redundancy stains\nTired of infantile claims\nLike puppets on a string\nSo untangle you from me\nSo crazy, beat the strain\nToo lazy, shake the gray\nSo, and she willed the rain\nSo let me be defamed\n\n[Chorus]\nTime to call the doggies off\nTired of the shadowing\nSlide me to the side again\nSlapped in the face again\nYou might also like[Post-Chorus]\nOne day my plane leaves\nSome way my head creeps\nSome day my way leads\nSome way my head creeps\n\n[Refrain]\nNo more time\nJust one more time\n\n[Verse 3]\nEmpty room sets the scene\nPick at me slow, pain fiend\nSuck me through barbed screen\nAnger becomes our queen\nTongue whipping forked black\nHow long until you crack?\nSurprised and set back\nLackeys' loose talk for fact\n\n[Chorus]\nTime to call the doggies off\nTired of the shadowing\nSlide me to the side again\nSlapped in the face again\nTime to call the doggies off\nTired of the shadowing\nSlide me to the side again\nSlapped in the face again\n[Post-Chorus]\nOne day my plane leaves\nSome way my head creeps\nSome day my way leads\nSome way my head creeps\nCreeps\n\n[Refrain]\nNo more time\nJust one more time\n\n[Verse 4]\nSo crazy feel the hate\nYeah, I've got years to wait\nI know it's not too late\nLending clean hands of fate\nRise from the dirt I'm in\nHide in another's skin\nStick black dress doll with pin\nYour mouth takes on my grin\n\n[Outro]\nSo crazy\nSo crazy\nSo crazy5",1
945,Alpha___Sometime_Later,sad,"""Sometime Later  Touch my hand\nIt's only me, listen\nI'm here\n\nCome to stand\nIn sultry fields\nWith you\n\nAnd now\nOld dummy day\nI know\nIs over this way\nI'm laughing\nSaw you gonna kiss me\nYou see\nYeah as I said\n\nOne day she won't\nA lonely bird\nAlone\n\nJudgement day\nSaw the world it's gone\nUnheard\n\nSold the sea\nAnd that's how it feels to me\n\nI hate the world it's sad to see\nI take your weight\nAnd your heart fades away\nToday a renegade\nTo lay in the woods\nBy the pheasants\n\nI mean it\nYou don't\nForce on my head\nKill our nightmare\nYou might also likeA lonely bird, a lonely bird\nA lonely bird, a lonely bird\nA lonely bird, alone\n\nColour me\nCover me in the colour that reminds you\nSolemnly\n\nCould make the same mistake\nAnd you would never know\nThat I am, that I am\nAlone, now\n\nSomething, something\nTells me that you\nHave something\nOn, all of us now\nYou're heaven\nTaking over me now\nColour me hate\nRaw little nerve\nColour me and pull us\nOnly home\nMe home\n\nHold the sun down\nHold the sun down\nHold the moon down\nLeave me the rest\nWant the world man\nToo the words out\nOnly relief is\nTo slip through the nets\nHold a minute\nAnd stop a minute\nAnd go, oh oh\nHold a minute\nYou said to me\nSaid to me and\nBreathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe ...\nYou said to me\nSometime later2",1
821,Alien_Sex_Fiend___I_Walk_The_Line,sad,"""I Walk the Line  I walk the line between good and evil\nThis apple's rotten, rotten to the core\nGet up, get up, off your knees\nGet down, get down, on the floor!\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nBetween good and evil\nMy business is a little cloak and dagger\nI drink so much I don't walk I merely stagger!\nNo you wouldn't listen & I don't blame you\nNo I don't blame ya!\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nBetween good & evil\nMy rent is 65 a day\nI can't move\nYou know that's the price you pay\nIs life all in vain?\nStarts off in my arm\nOpens up my brain\nI'm already in the gutter -\nNext stop is the drain!\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nBetween good and evil\nLive fast, die young\nLive fast, die young\nI walk the line\nEvil\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nBetween good and evil\nWhile others have been thinking about it - I've been there and back\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nI walk the line\nBetween good and evil",1
522,Aimee_Mann___Ghost_World,sad,"""Ghost World  Finals blew, I barely knew\nMy graduation speech\nAnd with college out of reach\nIf I don't find a job\nIt's down to Dad and Myrtle Beach\n\nSo I'm bailing this town\nOr tearing it down\nOr probably more like hanging around\nHanging around\nEveryone I know is acting weird\nOr way too cool\nThey hang out by the pool\nSo I just read a lot and ride my bike\nAround the school\n\nCause I'm bailing this town\nOr tearing it down\nOr probably more like hanging around\nHanging around\n\nAnd all that I need now is someone\nWith the brains and the know-how\nTo tell me what I want... anyhow\n\n12th of June, a gibbous Moon\nWas this the longest day?\nI'll walk down to the bay\nAnd jump off of the dock and watch\nThe summer waste away\n\nThen I'm bailing this town\nOr tearing it down\nOr probably more like hanging around\n\nThen I'm bailing this town\nOr tearing it down\nOr probably more like hanging around\nSee Aimee Mann LiveGet tickets as low as $82You might also likeHanging around\nHanging around\nHanging around\nSo tell me what I want",1
8387,Enter_Shikari___Enter_Shikari,sad,"'Enter Shikari  [Intro]\nShit! Shit!\n\n[Verse]\n""I\'ve been hiding here for a thousand years\nWaiting for your ghost\nI\'ve been hiding here for a thousand years\nWaiting for your ghost""\nYour life\'s about to flash before your eyes\nYour life\'s about to flash before your eyes\n[Chorus]\nStand your ground; this is ancient land\nI was guided here by the spirit’s hand\nWe shall meet at hell\'s gate\nThis is fate This is fate\nThis is fate This is fate\n“Not all is lost,” the spirits cry\nYou will be hunted We shall seek\nPerseverance, turn the page\nEnter Shikari! Enter Shikari!\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nWe\'re not hiding We\'re not hiding\nWe\'re not hiding We\'re not hiding\nWe\'re not hiding, now We\'re not hiding, now\n\n[Interlude]\nI\'m in the zone\nI\'m in the zone\nAlright\n\n[Outro]\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statues\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statues\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statues\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statues\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statues\nAnd still, we will be here, standing like statuesYou might also like1Embed', 'default'",1
6570,David__The_Citizens___Graycoated_Morning,happy,"""Graycoated Morning  All these graycoated mornings pass\nJust like water poured on wax\nYou watch the sun make another lap\nThen fall into this gap of nothingness\nWhere everything's prefab and everything's dead\nAnd every little thing get's inside your\nHead\nAs you watch these graycoated mornings\nPass\nAnd it feels just like you feed on broken\nGlass\nWalking through the kitchen now\nAll a mess and maybe somehow\nThis could be like the saddest story\n- the one about the redhead and her family\nChoking on the things they say\nLike one line of good words could save the day\n\nAnd summer comes\nTo knock me off my feet\nYou will be gone\nBut still inside of me\nI'll pin your words\nOf sadness and grief\nInto my skin\nUntil you're within\n\nAll these graycoated mornings pass\nLike none of this won't ever last\nYou're hanging in the air 'round here\nLike a thought that slowly disappears\nAnd when I saw your silhouette climb the hill\nFrom the top of the boat, my heart stood still\nBut I won't cry\nI'm not crying, honey\nI'm dying",0
2644,Beck___Feather_In_Your_Cap,sad,"""Feather In Your Cap  [Verse 1]\nMake a move with what you can\nDead waters rise higher than your mind\nDisappointment is a feather in your cap\nYou want the truth so you can crush it in your hand\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's no map\nThat could tell you where you are\nYou're in between things that only go halfway\nYour tangled brain\nYour tired old refrain\nYou'll be singing it in your tired old  asylum\n[Instrumental Break]\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou want the best\nYou want contests\nMy eyes are filled with prizes you've been showing\nDisappointment is the card up your sleeve\nPlace your bets at the door before you leave\n\n[Instrumental Outro]See Beck LiveGet tickets as low as $249",1
6456,Darkel___Be_My_Friend,sad,"'Be My Friend  You would never lie to me\nYou would not even try\n\nYou would see in my eyes\nAll the love that I have\nAll the love that I am\n\nIf the devil falls on you\nTaking you by surprise\nLet me give you the hand\nOf a sane simple man\nTo relieve your mind\nBe my friend\nBe my friend\nBe my friend until the end of time…\n\nWhen I am far away\nPlease protect my girl\nAnd I will come back\nIn your memory\nLike an eternal dream\n\nBe my friend\nBe my friend\nBe my friend until the end of time…\n\nThere are no good friends who always hide\nAway from respect - they wouldn’t dare\n\nThere are no good friends who never argue\nOver the secrets that they share…\n\nBe my friend\nBe my friend\nBe my friend until the end of time…You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8706,Everything_But_The_Girl___Walking_To_You,sad,"'Walking to You  [Verse 1: Ben Watt]\nI met your boyfriend on St. Martin\'s Lane\nAnd he said, ""Fancy running into you again""\nWe talked a minute or so, then he turned to go\nAnd I walked into the crowd again\n\n[Verse 2: Ben Watt]\nAnd the morning was a different place\nIn every passerby I saw your face\nLove leaves a lonely ghost\nWith one thought uppermost\n- is this the case in every case?\n[Chorus: Ben Watt]\nAm I walking to you?\nAm I walking to you?\nIn everything that I do\nAm I just walking to you?\n\n[Verse 3: Tracey Thorn]\nIt was seven years ago to the day\nYou rang my house and we met halfway\nWe walked \'round Leicester Square and\nSat through \'Being There\' and every moment of it I replay\n\n[Verse 4: Ben Watt & Tracey Thorn]\nAnd I was desperate for love to be pure\nThough what that meant, I never was sure\nYou spent your time on me\nI took it willingly\nAnd I made you trust in literature\n\n[Chorus: Ben Watt & Tracey Thorn]\nAm I walking to you?\nAm I walking to you?\nIn everything that I do\nAm I just walking to you?\nI just don\'t know what to do\nYou might also like[Bridge: Ben Watt & Tracey Thorn]\nI just don\'t know what to do\nI just don\'t know what to do\nIn everything that I do\nAm I just walking to you?\nI just don\'t know what to do\nI just don\'t know what to do\nIn everything that I do\nAm I just walking to you?\n\n[Outro: Ben Watt & Tracey Thorn]\nI just don\'t know what to do\nAm I walking to you?\nI just don\'t know what to do\nAm I walking to you?\nI just don\'t know what to do\nAm I walking to you?\nI just don\'t know what to do\nAm I walking to you?Embed', 'default'",1
5746,Combichrist___Tractor,sad,"""Tractor  You are like a sports car\nYou are so fast\nThe smell of sex and money\nAnd you can go far\n\nBut I am like a tractor\nI am slow but I am fit\nAnd eventually I'll find you\nI'll crush you like a little shit\n\nBut I am like a tractor\nBut I am like a tractor\nBut I am like a tractor\nBut I am like a tractor\nI am like a tractorYou might also like2",1
4191,Brendan_Benson___Sittin_Pretty,happy,"""Sittin’ Pretty  Benson/Falkner\n\nIf I point my gun at you\nAre you gonna see it my way?\nAnd if I tell you what to do\nI think we can make it work this way\nAnd if you run from me, I'll know\nI'll find you and God help you\nShe just waits for me at home\nI'm going down, I'm taking you\nMy baby's tied to a chair\nDon't she look pretty, just sittin' there?\nMy baby's tied to a chair\nDon't she look pretty, just sittin' there?\nAnd if she wants some air, she tells me\nI can't breathe!\nAnd if she wants some love, I'll kiss her\nAnd when I'm close, you know, she can smell me\nAnd when I'm gone, I'll surely miss her\nMy baby's tied to a chair\nDon't she look pretty, just sittin' there?\nMy baby's tied to a chair",0
6700,DePhazz___Astrud_Astronette,happy,"'Astrud Astronette  Seven years and twenty days\nSince my spaceship skipped its course\nFloating in oblivion\nWithout objective, without source\nMemories dwindle, colours fade\nSuspended in the eternal light\nShrivelling muscles, shrinking bones\nMoving at the speed of fright\n\nThe mind begins to blur amnesia\nThe speech begins to slur amnesia\nComplexion turns to grey\nDesire fades away\nAstrud Astronette\nUnder the star they will forget\nAstrud Astronette\n\nLaika was the first in space\nThen Yuri came and took the spot\nNeil first stumbled on the moon\nI’m the first one they forgot\n\nThe mind begins to blur amnesia\nThe speech begins to slur amnesia\nComplexion turns to grey\nDesire fades away\n\nAstrud Astronette\nUnder the star they will forget\nAstrud AstronetteYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
6739,Dead_Kennedys___Halloween,anger,"""Halloween  [Verse 1]\nSo it's Halloween\nAnd you feel like dancing\nAnd you feel like shining\nAnd you feel like letting loose\n\n[Verse 2]\nBut what are you gonna be?\nBabe, you better know\nAnd you better plan\nBetter plan all day\n[Chorus 1]\nBetter plan all week, better plan all month\nBetter plan all year\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou're dressed up like a clown\nPutting on your act\nIt's the only time all year\nYou'll ever admit that\n\n[Chorus 2]\nI can see your eyes, I can see your brain\nBaby, nothing's changed\nI can see your eyes, I can see your brain\nBaby, nothing's changed\n\n[Bridge]\nBecause you're hiding in a mask\nYou take your fun seriously\nNo, don't blow this year's chance\nTomorrow your mold goes back on\nAfter Halloween\nAfter Halloween\n\n[Verse 4]\nYou go to work today\nYou'll go to work tomorrow\nShitfaced tonight\nYou'll brag about it for months\nYou might also like[Chorus 3]\nRemember what I did, remember what I was\nBack on Halloween\n\n[Verse 5]\nBut what's in-between?\nWhere are your ideas?\nYou sit around and dream\nFor next Halloween\n\n[Chorus 4]\nWhy not everyday, are you so afraid?\nWhat will people say?\nWhy not everyday, are you so afraid?\nWhat will people say after Halloween?\n\n[Outro]\nBecause your role is planned for you\nThere's nothing you can do\nBut stop and think it through\nBut what will the boss say to you?\nAnd what will your girlfriend say to you?\nAnd the people out on the street, they might glare at you\nAnd what do you know, you're pretty self-conscious too\nSo you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes\nOnly at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed\nWhy don't you take your social regulations, shove 'em up your ass?\nWhy don't you take your social regulations, shove 'em up your ass?\nWhy don't you take your social regulations and shove 'em up your ass?1",3
1864,Arrogant_Worms___The_Golf_Song,happy,"""The Golf Song  Gonna go out and play some golf ya, ya\nGonna go out and play some golf\nMy golf bag's full of the latest stuff\nI'm gonna go out and play some golf\nMy putter alone was a thousand bucks\nI'm gonna go out and suck at golf\n\nThink I better take a muligan ya, ya\nThink I better take a mulligan\nI put my ball in the pond again\nI think I better take a mulligan\nI tee it up and take a swing and then SPLASH\nCan I get another mulligan?\nGet up get up get up get up get up\nA get down get down\nHurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry\nSLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN\nDont hit the tree dont hit the tree\nPlease hit the tree\nThere must be something wrong with my clubs\n\nAll my friends hit it farther than me\nYA all my friends hit it farther than me\nI just hope I clear the ladies tee\nEveryobody hits it farther than me\nJust 8 more strokes then I reach a par 3\nThat kid just hit it farther than me\n\nGet up get up get up get up get up\nA get down, get down\nHurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry\nSlow down ball, slow down down down\nDont hit the tree dont hit the tree\nPlease hit the tree\nI took a day off for this\n\nNever be as good as Tiger Woods no no\nNever be as good as Tiger Woods\nMy balls always goin off into the woods\nNever be as good as Tiger Woods\nI'm hookin' my arms and I'm pullin my woods What?\nNever be as good as Tiger Woods\nYou might also likeGet up get up get up get up get up\nA get down get down\nHurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry\nSLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN\nDont hit the tree dont hit the tree\nHit the tree hit the tree\nI really hate this stupid game",0
9528,Freddy_Fender___Wasted_Days_And_Wasted_Nights,happy,"""Wasted Days and Wasted Nights  [Verse 1]\nWasted days and wasted nights\nI have left for you behind\nFor you don't belong to me\nYour heart belongs to someone else\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy should I keep loving you?\nWhen I know that you're not true\nAnd why should I call your name\nWhen you're the blame for making me blue\n[Chorus]\nDon't you remember the day\nThat you went away and left me\nI was so lonely, prayed for you only\nMy love\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhy should I keep loving you?\nWhen I know that you're not true\nAnd why should I call your name\nWhen you're the blame for making me blue\n\n[Bridge]\nOooh, oooh. ooh\nMusic\n\n[Chorus]\nDon't you remember the day\nThat you went away and left me\nI was so lonely, cried for you only\nMy love\n\n[Outro]\nWhy should I keep loving you?\nWhen I know that you're not true\nAnd why should I call your name\nWhen you're the blame for making me blueYou might also like1",0
4316,Britney_Spears___EMail_My_Heart,sad,"""E-Mail My Heart  [Intro]\nForever\n\n[Verse 1]\nIt's been hours, seems like days\nSince you went away\nAnd all I do is check the screen\nTo see if you're okay\nYou don't answer when I phone\nGuess you wanna be left alone\nSo I'm sending you my heart, my soul\nAnd this is what I'll say\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm sorry, oh, so sorry\nCan't you give me one more chance\nTo make it all up to you?\n\n[Chorus]\nEmail my heart and say our love will never die\nAnd that I know I know you're out there\nAnd I know that you still care I know you care\nEmail me back and say our love will stay alive\nForever, yeah\nEmail my heart Whoa\n\n[Verse 2]\nI can see you in my mind My mind\nComin' on the line On the line\nAnd opening this letter that I've sent a hundred times\nHere's a picture of us two Us two\nI look so good on you On you\nAnd can't you please forgive me\nFor the hurt I put you through?\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm sorry, oh, so sorry\nCan't you give me one more chance\nTo make it all up to you?\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nEmail my heart and say our love will never die\nAnd that I know I know you're out there\nAnd I know that you still care Know that you still care I know you care\nEmail me back and say our love will stay alive\nForever Won't you say, won't you say, won't you say\nEmail my heart\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nI'm sorry, oh, so sorry\nCan't you give me one more chance\nTo make it all up to—\n\n[Chorus]\nYou Email my heart and say our love will never die\nAnd that I know I know you're out there\nAnd I know that you still care I know that you still care I know you care\nEmail me back and say our love will stay alive\nForever Won't you say, won't you say, won't you say\nForever\nForever Won't you say, won't you say, won't you say\nEmail my heart1",1
1761,Archers_Of_Loaf___Dead_Red_Eyes,sad,"""Dead Red Eyes  Dead red eyes\nFlickering half bright\nWent on for right ?\nIn slick silk\nThey were onto my\nCircumstantial slide\nBlow by blow\nChipped off shell and bone\nTripped and talked around it\nCould not walk through the crowd of\nCareful lies\nBusting open wide\nSensible fact or fable\nWatched us fall from your favor\nSince you knew too much about it\nDressed in wax you lit the town in\nCandlelight\nFlickering half bright\nWell I held it in my hands and now it's\nGone, gone, gone\nSaw it with my own two eyes\nJust pass me by\nTook a walk through a town of half stoned clones\nBound and gagging. Joke by joke they spot erase you\nHeard their news but it did not phase you one little bit\nNot one little bit. So I meet you by the light of main street\nStranded ghosts where I've been waiting. Kill it 50 times or more\nBefore I'm through I'll kill it 50 times more, just to bring it back to life\nAnd bust it open wide again. Well I held it in my hands and now it's\nGone gone gone\nBlinded by the neon in your dead red eyes",1
2544,Bay_City_Rollers___Bye_Bye_Baby,happy,"""Bye Bye Baby  If you hate me after what I say\nCan't pull it off any longer\nJust gotta tell her anyway\n\nBye bye baby, baby goodbye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye bye baby, don't make me cry\nBye baby, baby bye bye\n\nYou're the one girl in town I'd marry\nGirl, I'd marry you now if I were free\nI wish it could be\nI could love you, but why begin it\n'Cause there ain't any future in it\nShe's got me, but I'm not free, so\n\nBye bye baby, baby goodbye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye bye baby, don't make me cry\nBye baby, baby bye bye\n\nWish I never had known you better\nWish I knew you before I met her\nGee, how good it would be for me\n\nShould have told her that I can't linger\nThere's a wedding ring on my finger\nShe's got me, but I'm not free, so\n\nBye bye baby, baby goodbye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye bye baby, don't make me cry\nBye baby, baby bye bye\n\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye baby, baby bye bye\nBye baby, baby bye bye",0
6940,Destinys_Child___Jumpin__Jumpin,happy,"""Jumpin’, Jumpin’  [Chorus: Beyoncé]\nLadies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\n\n[Refrain: Destiny's Child]\nThough he say he got a girl\nYeah, it's true, you got a man\nBut the party ain't gon' stop\nSo let's make it hot, hot\n[Verse 1: Beyoncé]\nLast weekend, you stayed at home alone and lonely\nCouldn't find your man, he was chillin' with his homies\nThis weekend you're goin' out\nIf he try to stop you, you're goin' off\nYou got your hair done and your nails done too\nA new outfit and your Fendi shoes\nYou and your crew parlayin' at the hottest spot\nTonight you're gonna\nFind the fellas rollin' in the Lexus, trucks and Hummers\n\n[Refrain: Destiny's Child]\nThough he say he got a girl\nYeah, it's true, you got a man\nBut the party ain't gon' stop\nSo let's make it hot, hot\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child]\nAll you ladies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\nLadies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\nYou might also like[Refrain: Destiny's Child]\nThough he say he got a girl\nYeah, it's true, you got a man\nBut the party ain't gon' stop\nSo let's make it hot, hot\n\n[Verse 2: Beyoncé]\nCall your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gon' stay at home\nYou should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight, you going solo\nCut her off as she talk some noise\nYou know you got the right to get your party on\nSo get your haircut and your car washed too\nLookin' like a star in your Armani suit, you need to look your best\n'Cause you're turnin' heads tonight\nYou're gonna find a sexy chica\nThat's gon' dance all night if you wanna\n\n[Refrain: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nThough he say he got a girl Oh\nYeah, it's true, you got a man Oh\nBut the party ain't gon' stop Oh-oh\nSo let's make it hot, hot Oh-oh\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child]\nAll you ladies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown, grown, grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\nLadies, leave your man at home Oh-yeah\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown Grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends Friend, oh-yeah\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' Yeah\n[Bridge: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nSexy women, do that dance Oh-oh\nFly ladies, work your man Oh-oh\nBallin' fellas, time to clown Oh-woah\nWe can get down now Woah\n\n[Interlude: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nBounce, baby, bounce\nBa-bounce, ba-bounce, twerk it, twerk it Ooh, oh\nShake, baby, shake, shake, shake, work it, work it Shake it\nTwist, baby, twist, twist, you better dip that thing Better dip that thing\nOne more time, papi's, mami's\nBounce, baby, bounce Bounce\nBa-bounce, ba-bounce, twerk it, twerk it\nShake, baby, shake, shake, shake, work it, work it Shake it\nTwist, baby, twist, twist, you better dip that thing Twist it, twist it\nBounce it up and down, papi's, mami's Dip that thang\n\n[Bridge: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nSexy women, do that dance Ow\nFly ladies, work your man Uh-huh\nBallin' fellas, time to clown Oh\nWe can get down now\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child & Beyoncé]\nAll you ladies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown Grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends No\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\nLadies, leave your man at home La-la ladies, ladies\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown Ba-ba ballers, ballers\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends Fa-fa fellas, fellas\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' Uh-huh, uh-huh\nAll you ladies, leave your man at home La-la ladies, ladies\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown Ba-ba ballers, ballers\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends Fa-fa fellas, fellas\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' Uh-huh, uh-huh\nLadies, leave your man at home La-la ladies, ladies\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown Ba-ba ballers, ballers\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends Fa-fa fellas, fellas\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh\n\n[Break: Beyoncé]\nI ain't thinkin' 'bout my man tonight\nUh-huh, I ain't worried, my girl, alright\n\n[Chorus: Destiny's Child]\nAll you ladies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\nLadies, leave your man at home\nThe club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown\nAnd all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends\n'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'\n\n[Outro: Beyoncé]\nThou shalt say my name9",0
5955,Cranes___K56,calm,"""K56  We've got a lot to share\nIt makes us stronger\nSometimes it comes from nowhere,and takes us somewhere\n\nWhen you give all your love, it makes you stronger\nSometimes it comes from nowhere and takes you somewhere\n\nWhen you give all your love, it makes you stronger\nSometimes it comes from nowhere and takes you somewhere\n\nWe've got a lot to share\nAnd it makes us stronger\nSometimes it comes from nowhere,and takes us somewhere",2
1111,Amos_Lee___Better_Days,sad,"""Better Days  The darkness has always been\nThe world was born into a blanket of sin\nWhen all the faith's been gone\nStill we've found a reason to carry on\n\nThrough the worry, worry, worry\nCaught in an endless maze\nWhen the lights go out all that I can think about\nIs how we've seen\nBetter days\nLover, lately I've been thinking I might leave you\nAs you're surrounded by these fools who do deceive you\nYes, our past is wretched, true\nBut I'm still in love with you\nAnd that's why I am still refusing to give into\n\nAll this worry, worry, worry\nCaught in an endless maze\nWhen the lights go out all that I can think about\nIs how we've seen\nBetter days\n\nWhere do we go from here\nNow we're all so consumed by fear\nI'm trying not to be suspicious to those I'm suspicious of\nI'm trying to crack open this angry heart\nAnd find a little love\n\nInstead of worry, worry, worry\nCaught in an endless maze\nWhen the lights go out\nAll that I can think about\nIs how we've seen better days\nWhen the lights go out all that I can dream about\nIs how we'll see\nBetter days",1
231,Aaron_Sprinkle___Not_All_Bad,sad,"""Not All Bad  As I take this immunity\nI'm wondering what you would do to me\nIf you found out\nYou know that you could've walked away\nWithout a scratch but you had to stay\nWith your watered down friends\n\nSo I cry myself awake\nTo keep from sleeping all day\nAnd I think I'm borderline\nLosing my mind\nYou wrote my name with an underscore\nIt made me realize what I'm good for\nAnd it's not all bad\nBefore the laughter had just begun\nAround a table with everyone\nIs too good to be true\n\nI follow lines that never end just to reach you again\nI get tired and then I break down\nSo I will rest and in the daybreak I will find you and be\nForever your friend again",1
8155,Elvis_Perkins_In_Dearland___Doomsday,happy,"""Doomsday  Though I forget your name\nI remember your sweet face\n'Til Doomsday, fiddle-aye\nMan, I went wild last night\nOh I went feelin' alright\nI don't let Doomsday bother me\nDo you let it bother you?\nI know you told me once and again\nDoes it mean that we won't be friends?\nWhen Doomsday rears her ugly head again\nAnd though you voted for that awful man\nI would never refuse your hand\nOn Doomsday, on Doomsday\nNow in all my wildest dreams, it never once was seen\nThat Doomsday would fall anywhere near a Tuesday\nBut flight across the sky, see it fade before my eyes\nThere isn't any sense to a good by-and-by\nFor I don't plan to die\nNor should you plan to die\nNa na na na na\nNa na na na na na na na na\nNa na na na na na\nNa na na na na na\nNa na na na na\nNa na na na na na na na na\nNa na na na na na\nNa na na na na na\nNa na na na na\nNa na na na na na na na na\nNa na na na na na\nNa na na na na na",0
3150,Billy_Joel___The_Entertainer,happy,"""The Entertainer  [Verse 1]\nI am the entertainer\nAnd I know just where I stand\nAnother serenader\nAnd another long-haired band\nToday, I am your champion\nI may have won your hearts\nBut I know the game, you'll forget my name\nAnd I won't be here in another year\nIf I don't stay on the charts\n[Cut verse]\nI am the entertainer\nI dress to fit the style\nI wear all kinds of sparkles\nI  flash the crowd my smile\nAnd when the night is over\nAnd I stand without my clothes\nPerspiration stains and varicose veins\nMy eyes look shot\nMy belly's got a pot\nAnd there's a pimple on my nose\n[Verse 2]\nI am the entertainer\nAnd I've had to pay my price\nThe things I did not know at first\nI learned by doin' twice\nAh, but still they come to haunt me\nStill they want their say\nSo I've learned to dance\nWith a hand in my pants\nLet 'em rub my neck, and I write 'em a check\nAnd they go their merry way\n\n[Verse 3]\nI am the entertainer\nBeen all around the world\nI've played all kinds of palaces\nAnd laid all kinds of girls\nI can't remember faces\nI don't remember names\nAh, but what the hell\nYou know it's just as well\nCause after a while and a thousand miles\nIt all becomes the same\nSee Billy Joel LiveGet tickets as low as $99You might also like[Verse 4]\nI am the entertainer\nI bring to you my songs\nI'd like to spend a day or two\nBut I can't stay that long\nNo, I've got to meet expenses\nI got to stay in line\nGotta get those fees to the agencies\nAnd I'd love to stay but there's bills to pay\nSo I just don't have the time\n\n[Verse 5]\nI am the entertainer, I come to do my show\nYou've heard my latest record\nIt's been on the radio\nAh, it took me years to write it\nThey were the best years of my life\nIt was a beautiful song, but it ran too long\nIf you're gonna have a hit\nYou gotta make it fit\nSo they cut it down to 3:05\n\n[Verse 6]\nI am the entertainer\nThe idol of my age\nI make all kinds of money\nWhen I go on the stage\nAh, you've seen me in the papers\nI've been in the magazines\nBut if I go cold, I won't get sold\nI'll get put in the back in the discount rack\nLike another can of beans\n[Outro]\nI am the entertainer\nAnd I know just where I stand\nAnother serenader\nAnd another long-haired band\nToday, I am your champion\nI may have won your hearts\nBut I know the game and you'll forget my name\nI won't be here in another year\nIf I don't stay on the charts4",0
5254,Chicane___Daylight,calm,"'Daylight  Is it daylight? I hardly ever notice\nI hardly feel the sun and I never feel anyone x8\n\nAnd if you could hold me now, oh baby\nThen we could go around again x2\n\nIs it daylight? I hardly ever notice\nI hardly feel the sun and I never feel anyone x4You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
1198,Anathema___Angelica,sad,"""Angelica  Verse 1\nWhere are you tonight?\nWild flower in starlit heaven\nStill enchanted in flight\nObsessions lament to freedom\n\nVerse 2\nA timeless word, the meanings changed\nBut I'm still burning in your flames\nIncessant, lustral masquerade\nUnengaged, dim lit love didn't taste the same\nVerse 3\nAnd I wonder if you ever wonder the same\nAnd I still wonder...You might also like2",1
4935,Casiotone_For_The_Painfully_Alone___Love_Connection,sad,"""Love Connection  Chapped lips, tongue kissed\nInsert expletive\nFluids of a summer night\nWith slight duress\nForced imperatives\nFind me quoting Pennington\nA delicate blend\nOf sweat and menstrual blood\nSeeping into trampled grass\n\nSo take my lip between your teeth\nAnd taste me by devouring\nAnd i'll start watching my weight again\nOh, oh, oh\nWoke up at dawn\nFace down on the lawn\nHead awash with what had been\nRest cheek to cheek\nFingers underneath\nSoft impressions of your teeth\nSome hours lost\nAnd at such a cost\nStains and scars i can't explain\n\nSo take my lip between your teeth\nAnd taste me by devouring\nAnd i'll start watching my weight again\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n\nSome things are best left unsaid [x5]You might also like1",1
1003,Amanda_Seyfried___I_Have_A_Dream,happy,"""I Have a Dream  [SOPHIE]\nI have a dream\nA song to sing\nTo help me cope\nWith anything\nIf you see the wonder\nOf a fairy tale\nYou can take the future\nEven if you fail\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in angels\nSomething good in everything I see\nI believe in angels\nWhen I know the time is right for me\nI'll cross the stream\nI have a dream\n[Verse 2]\nI have a dream\nA fantasy\nTo help me through\nReality\nAnd my destination\nMakes it worth the while\nPushing through the darkness\nStill another mile\n\n[Chorus]\nI believe in angels\nSomething good in everything I see\nI believe in angels\nWhen I know the time is right for me\nI'll cross the stream\nI have a dream\nI'll cross the stream\nI have a dream\n\n[Verse 1]\nI have a dream\nA song to sing\nTo help me cope\nWith anything\nIf you see the wonder\nOf a fairy tale\nYou can take the future\nEven if you fail\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI believe in angels\nSomething good in everything I see\nI believe in angels\nWhen I know the time is right for me\nI'll cross the stream\nI have a dream\nI'll cross the stream\n\n[Outro]\nI have a dream1",0
8629,Evanescence___All_That_I_Am_Living_For,sad,"""Every Second  [Coal Cash]\n\nYeah, yo you can change everything right now man, you just got to do it. You know what I'm saying, it's on you. You can be the seed, you just got to do it\n\nEvery second that we're living we're giving another chance to change it all\nRecall to the plans of your past and you'll remain enthralled\nContained by walls to destitute for the future chance\nIf your stance is in the now, it allows you to move from root to branch\nThe truth expands if you act instead of contemplate\nWhy wait for shit to change, remain in a cesspool of that constant state\nI am awake to the fate that only actions'll make\nPlace no faith in try rather apply to what I will create\nProcrastinate in a passive state of it can't be done\nCapitulates to defeat, and now you're beat before you even begun\nBelieving becomes a vary essential part of knowing the truth\nThe youth shows potential but it won't grow if it don't produce\nExcuse is a mental block to stop us from attaining goals\nAnd holds us back from reaching the stars as far as complaining goes\nIt's so hard but in regards it's what gives us our minds\nFind yourself at the bottom, it ain't a problem if you're driven to climb\nI find my resolve when I'm faced with the doubts of my soul\nI know I may fall but give it my all to crawl out of that hole\nThere's no walls that I would call impossible obstacles\nImprobable as it might show it is all psychological\nI flow with the methodical possibilities endless\nTranscendence tranquility, hone abilities in a tempest\nThey say pretentious, I say prepare the way for my entrance\nEvanescence is the moment, I'm tryna own it every second\n[Hook - Coal Cash]\n\nWe exist in the now so don't allow yourself to be chained to sorrow\nCargo all that pain and what you gain to help you change tomorrow\nNo borrowed time, we define what the future holds\nBe bold in the task of blazing the path that you choose to go\n\nExist in the now, don't allow yourself to be chained to sorrow\nCargo all the pain and what you gain to help you change tomorrow\nNo borrowed time, we define what the future holds\nBe bold in the task of blazing the path that you choose to go\n\n[Coal Cash]\n\nWhy wait when the change is now\nNever bow to your fate, you can change the route\nDon't doubt what you make, generate the path\nThat your craft will make one day'll surpass\nEvery flash in the pan with the lasting flame\nTo attain that fame from a critical claim\nDon't chain to a limit, no finish in sight\nWe star chase, art imitates life\nSo ignite every minute that we're given a breath\nCuz the best's undiminished by the grimace of death\nSo bless the infinite no pinnacle cap\nWe rap formidable, minimal max\nSo I sack the citadel, literal kings\nOf the ring's centrifugal, of ritual swings\nSo to things difficult mystical maze\nTailor made analytical pivotal praise\nIn an age metaphysical miserable slaves\nAccolade to pinnacle criminals paid\nSo fade invisible or picture yourself\nIn a self made business of riches and wealth\nDon't shelf what your gift it its due\nOne day them critics may give it to you\nStay true to the finish don't diminish your worth\nCuz it's worth every cynic and the minutes of hurt\nSo burst every limit be in it to search\nWhat lurks in the minutes you would quit to desert\nSo first see the image inside of your mind\nTo grind three times harder when you start a design\nCuz the harder the climb the greater the gain\nAnd if your brain can create it than it may be attained\nCuz it's a crazy claim that it can't be done\nCuz your tongue commands what a man becomes\nYou might also likeHook\n\n[Tabs]\n\nI was uprooted from a sour patch\nNow I sit in a paradigm shift and watch time slip from the hourglass\nFeel fate focusing closing in on its narrow path\nLike the last of the Spartans surrounded on that mountain pass\nAnd I am Leonidas screaming try this with a fleet behind us\nThere's a need for violence when you're freedom fighting\nEspecially against these demon hybrids\nScream for silence like a stream of sirens\nLike we are the team that will seek to find it\nThese are the beliefs that will free you mind with\nDreams are timeless, can't redefine it\nSleeping giants we are rising to the occasion\nA lot different than what I wrote in an old basement\nOpen flames, ropes and chains that keep my soul caged in\nWhat they offer to author his soul, won't change him\nSo flagrant lies spoke, those agents slice throats\nSwinging for the fences despite those curve balls that life throws\nMe and my brother took it further than you might hope\nWhile your internal engine sounds like rookie cards in a bike spoke\nThat's right Coal they make excuses, I don't\nWe're ready for hell or high water and neither brought a life boat\nBut right before I croak I wanna burn an eighth out of a Ben Frank so I can leave on a high note\nCan't forget tomorrow that's time I've yet to borrow\nIt supersedes goals so I treat my soul like precious cargo\nWanna barf yo like I ingesting charcoal\nWe ain't people, they see us as a wretched collection of bar codes\nThere's depressing parts, I never let it effect my heart though\nI use the rhymes of writers, guiding light when I tread the dark road\nDecorate my heart like an impressive art show\nExistential is saluting the future with his third metacarpal\nWe better start yo, every breath is a clock ticking\nEvery second is death and a step towards not living\nYeah the plot thickens\nBut if you're not willing to get up off your ass and switch the plot then stop bitching\nI jot writtens about how it needs to be a lot different\nIf I misuse this art for fun the bars become a locked prison\nTruth has gone missing\nAnd I'm a hop skip and a jump from drop kicking you chumps and punks who forgot to listen\nMy religion is musical shamanism\nQuantum physics, knowledge, wisdom and dollop of solipsism\nCan't stop my mission\nI see through your plots of fiction like an obstetrician with God's cosmic vision\nSo as the pressure mounts I lead the offensive  that Heaven mounts\nLet righteousness reign a rain to end the drought\nAnd what my mental sprouts will envelope your alleged clout\nI'll give it every ounce of my heart and I'll never doubt\nWhat else would you expect to come out of a rebel's mouth\nA rebel yell walking out of the depths of hell holding the devil's scalp\nI spoke to God at the Temple Mount\nHe said do not wait, treat life like a clock face every second counts",1
4820,Carbon_Leaf___Changeless,calm,"""Changeless  Call my friends\nTo share some wine\nTo share some laughs\nAnd last goodbyes\nMy photographs\nOf these years\nWill make me laugh\nThrough the tears\n\nAnd what are the odds?\nWhat are the odds this ends and we don't meet again?\nWhat are the odds?\nWhat are the odds that I will miss your smile?\nTake a while, take a while\nTake care and\nFly away and see the world\nTake a while, take a while\nTake time and\nIf you need rest I'll keep your nest\nChangeless\n\nLet fondness be our souvenir\nTo keep it warm it we'll keep it near\nOtherwise with no heart to recall\nA memory's just a memory after all\n\nI will not leave this pulse alone\nThought it may take the long way home\nI will not wait til the end\nFor my applause for you my friend\n\nAnd what are the odds?\nWhat are the odds this ends and we don't meet again?\nWhat are the odds?\nWhat are the odds that I will miss your smile?\n\nTake a while, take a while\nTake care and\nFly away and see the world\nTake a while, take a while\nTake time and\nIf you need rest I'll keep your nest\nChangeless",2
4786,Cannibal_Corpse___Fucked_with_a_Knife,happy,"""Fucked with a Knife  [Verse 1]\nNo escape from your fate\nDestined to be mine\nEvery night I wait to see\nIn the night, watching\nStalking your every move\nI know when you're alone\nAll alone\n\n[Verse 2]\nTied tight to the bed\nLegs spread open\nBruised flesh, lacerations\nSkin stained with blood\nI'm the only one you love\nI feel her heart beating\nMy knife deep inside\nHer crotch is bleeding\n[Chorus]\nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder\nShe liked the way it felt inside her\nFucking her, harder, harder\n\n[Outro]\nStick it in\nRip the skin\nCarve and twist\nTorn flesh\nFrom behind\nI cut her crotch\nIn her ass I stuck my cock\nKilling as I cumSee Cannibal Corpse LiveGet tickets as low as $60You might also like1",0
6862,Demon_Hunter___The_Tide_Began_To_Rise,sad,"""The Tide Began to Rise  [Verse 1]\nI don't belong here\nI never saw this on the path I walk\nThe blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor\nIt's getting so hard\nI never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise\nI can't remember\nThe way it was when everything felt right\nMy mouth held shut and eyes sealed tight with control\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I remember on the inside\nI found A dark infernal place I don't want to face any more\nSomehow I won't stop feeding the pain, my heart's just the same as before\nI found A dark infernal place I don't want to face any more\nAnd somehow...\n[Verse 2]\nSo now I'm stuck here\nBetween the guilty and the insincere\nThe words I've spoke have left me here all alone\nI should have known this\nI never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise\nI wish it all gone\nI could have burned it when I had that choice\nNow I'd die to kill this noise in my head\n\n[Chorus]\nSo I remember on the inside\nI found A dark infernal place I don't want to face any more\nSomehow I won't stop feeding the pain, my heart's just the same as before\nI found A dark infernal place I don't want to face any more\nAnd somehow...\n\n[Bridge]\nSo I remember on the inside, the inside\n\n[Outro]\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live\nIf this is all the love my spirit can give\nJust take it back tonight\nThere is not a reason more to live",1
6144,Cyndi_Lauper___Shine,sad,"""Shine  Shine I'll stand by you\nDon't try and push me away\n'cause I'm just gonna stay\nYou can shine I won't deny you\nAnd don't be afraid it'll all be ok\n\nDo you know my name\nWell I ain't gonna take\nThat big time line\nWon't be beat by a lie\nGonna call out to these embers\nWaiting to ignite\nGonna pull you up\nBy your love, by your love\nAnd tell you\nShine I'll stand by you\nDon't try and push me away\n'cause I'm just gonna stay\nYou can shine I won't deny you\nAnd don't be afraid it'll all be ok\n\nI can see the frown you wear\nAll around like some faded crown\nLike a watch over wound\nGonna call down to this diamond\nBuried underground\nGonna pull you up\nBy your love, by your love\nAnd tell you -\n\nShine I'll stand by you\nDon't try and push me away\n'cause I'm just gonna stay\nYou can shine I won't deny you\nAnd don't be afraid it'll all be ok\n\nWhen it's said and done\nWhat you need will come\nAnd time won't let me\nLet you let me waste it this time\nShine...",1
5018,Cat_Stevens___Here_Comes_My_Baby,happy,"""Here Comes My Baby  In the midnight moonlight\nI'll be walkin' a long and lonely mile\nAnd every time I do\nI keep seein' this picture of you\n\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nAnd that comes as no surprise to me, with another guy\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nWalkin' with a love, with a love that's all so fine\nNever could be mine, no matter how I try\nYou never walk alone\nAnd you're forever talkin' on the phone\nI've tried to call you names\nBut every time it comes out the same\n\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nAnd that comes as no surprise to me, with another guy\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nWalkin' with a love, with a love that's all so fine\nNever could be mine, no matter how I try\n\nI'm still waitin' for your heart\nCause I'm sure that some day it's gonna start\nYou'll be mine to hold each day\nBut till then this is all that I can say\n\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nAnd that comes as no surprise to me, with another guy\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nWalkin' with a love, with a love that's all so fine\nNever could be mine, no matter how I try\n\nHere comes my baby, here she comes now\nAnd that comes as no surprise to me, with another guy\nHere comes my baby",0
2813,Ben_Folds_Five___Uncle_Walter,happy,"""Uncle Walter  Your Uncle Walter's going on and on\nBout everything he's seen and done\nThe voice of 50 years experience\nHe's drunk watching the television\n\nYou know he's been around the world\nLast night he flew to Baghdad in his magical armchair\nCigarettes and a six pack, he just got back\nNow the spit's flying everywhere\n\nHey, hey, hey, hey Your Uncle Walter's going on and on\nYou're back so late Where did you go that you were gone so long?\nHow could you leave me here so long\nWith Uncle Walter?\nYour Uncle Walter saw who fired the shots\nHe drove his chair in the cavalcade\nHe's flown from South Africa to countries where\nThey beat themselves on the backs with chains\n\nThere was a fleet of battleships\nAnd one reclining chair\nHeaded north on the Arabian sea\nNow he's back to he'll tell us what\nHe and his oldest boy Blair\nThey're getting rich with their mail order scheme\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh Your Uncle Walter's going on and on\nWe're so glad you're home Where did you go that you were gone so long?\nBut how could you leave me here so long\nWith Uncle Walter?\n\nYour Uncle Walter told me\nEverything he'd do if he was president\nNow what a perfect world\nThis world would be\nIf he was President now, but he's not\n\nAnd he sees the children smoking pot\nHe knows that in a moment they'll be shooting up heroin\nTeardrops in his armchair\nA 50 minute lecture\nTobacco juice rolling down his chin\nYou might also likeHey, hey, hey, hey Your Uncle Walter's going on and on\nYou're back so late Where did you go that you were gone so long?\nHow could you leave me here so long\nWith Uncle Walter?",0
7673,Echo_And_The_Bunnymen___Simple_Stuff,sad,"""Simple Stuff  We sat all night around a table\nTrying to string three words together\nTime has come and\nBy the way, mine's a double\nBy the way, mine's a double\n\nNothing for some\nWe don't understand\nEverything we hear\nWe just pick out the simple stuff\nSimple stuff\nWe don't need all those complications\nWe're tough stuff\nAnd we got no intentions\nWe sat all night around a table\nI strung a million words together\nTime has come\nAnd by the way, mine's a double\nAnd by the way, mine's a double\nNothing for some\nWe don't understand\nEvery little thing we knew\nWe just pick out the simple stuff\n\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\n\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\nSimple stuff\n\nSimple stuffSee Echo & the Bunnymen LiveGet tickets as low as $91",1
9095,Fiona_Apple___Red_Red_Red,sad,"""Red Red Red  [Verse 1]\nI don't understand about complementary colors\nAnd what they say\nSide by side they both get bright\nTogether, they both get gray\n\n[Chorus 1]\nBut he's been pretty much yellow\nAnd I've been kind of blue\nBut all I can see is\nRed, red, red, red, red\nNow, what am I gonna do?\n[Verse 2]\nI don't understand about diamonds\nAnd why men buy them\nWhat's so impressive about a diamond\nExcept the mining?\n\n[Chorus 2]\nBut it's dangerous work\nTrying to get to you, too\nAnd I think if I didn't have to kill\nKill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it\nMaybe I wouldn't think so much of you\n\n[Bridge]\nI've been watching all the time\nAnd I still can't find the tack\nBut I wanna know is, is it okay?\nIs it just fine?\nOr is it my fault?\nIs it my lack?\n\n[Verse 3]\nI don't understand about\nThe weather outside\nOr the harmony in a tune\nOr why somebody lied\nYou might also like[Chorus 3]\nBut there's solace a bit in submitting\nTo the fitfully, cryptically true\nWhat's happened, has happened\nWhat's coming is already on its way\nWith a role for me to play\n\n[Outro]\nAnd I don't understand\nI never understand\nBut I'll try to understand\nThere's nothing else I can do3",1
5499,City_And_Colour___Comin_Home,sad,"""Comin’ Home  Well I've been down to Georgia\nI've seen the streets in the West\nI've driven down the 90, hell I've seen America's best\nI've been through the Rockies, I've seen Saskatoon\nI've driven down the highway 1 just hopin' that I'd see you soon\n\nCause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nComin' home\nI've never been to Alaska, but I can tell you this\nI've been to Lincoln, Nebraska and hell you know it ain't worth shit\nI've been through Nova Scotia, Sydney to Halifax\nI'll never take any pictures cause I know I'll just be right back\n\nCause I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nComin' home\n\nI've seen a palace in London, I've seen a castle in Wales\nBut I'd rather wake up beside you and breathe that ol' familiar smell\nI never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one\nBut I understand your sadness so I guess I should just hold my tongue\n\nBut I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nComin' home\n\nI know that we're takin' chances, you told me life was a risk\nBut I just have one last question...\nWill it be my heart or will it be his?\n\nComin' home,  I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, I'm comin' home\nI'm comin' home, comin' home\nI'm comin' homeSee City and Colour LiveGet tickets as low as $63You might also like2",1
5425,Christina_Milian___Yall_Aint_Nuthin,sad,"""Y’all Ain’t Nothin’  Intro\n\nVerse 1\nLet's talk about\nCookin dinner for ya, makin sure you got somethin to eat\nWhen you come home from runnin 'round on me\nLet's talk about\nWashin clothes for ya, makin sure you fresh when you hit the streets uh uh\nOr all these southern chickens to see\nLet's talk about\nNot hangin' out with my girls\nBecause you say they triflin'\nTellin' me they ain't no good\nWhen you was probably tryin to get with 'em\nSo tired of this disrespectful\nSo ungrateful, make me hateful\nY'all don't appreciate nothin'\nHook\nPlayin' my part for for you\nFaithful and trustin'\nBut yall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin'\nAbove me I placed you\nLike it was nothin'\nBut yall, yall don't really appreciate nothin'\nAnd I did it 'cause I wanted to\n'cause I wanted you happy\nIsn't that how love suppose to be?\nBut now I'm so done, I'm through\nI'll tell ya somethin\nYall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin\n\nVerse 2\nOh oh, let's talk about somethin' personal\nLike havin' to put on a show\nSo I don't ruin yo ego\nDon't run like you don't know what I mean\nBaby you come home late, like after three\nTappin me like 'are you sleep?'\nI put yo priorities over me\nEven when I had to go to work\nI stayed up I stayed up with you til the early mornin\nMakin' sure you got what you need uh oh\nI'm tired of this boy you're not appreciatin' me\nYou might also likeHook\nPlayin' my part for you\nFaithful and trustin'\nBut yall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin'\nAbove me I placed you\nLike it was nothin'\nBut yall, yall don't really appreciate nothin'\nAnd I did it 'cause I wanted to\n'cause I wanted you happy\nIsn't that how love suppose to be?\nBut now I'm so done, I'm through\nI tell ya somethin\nYall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin\n\nBridge\nSee you don't think\nDon't understand\nJust 'cause you a man\nIt's okay to do what you do\nI tried to work it out\nAin't no reason to no more\nBoy that's why you out the door\nPacked yo bags now you out the door\nSee you don't think\nDon't understand\nJust 'cause you a man\nIt's okay to do what you do\nI tried to work it out\nBut you couldn't do it\nSo now I'm gone\nHook\nPlayin' my part for you\nFaithful and trustin'\nBut yall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin'\nAbove me I placed you\nLike it was nothin'\nBut yall, yall don't really appreciate nothin'\nAnd I did it 'cause I wanted to\n'cause I wanted you happy\nIsn't that how love's suppose to be?\nBut now I'm so done, I'm through\nI tell ya somethin\nYall really, yall really don't appreciate nothin",1
1968,Assemblage_23___Tried,sad,"""Tried  I tried, I failed to believe\nIn the reward I would receive\nIf only heaven's distant sun\nWould burn away all the things I'd done\n\nI tried to no avail\nTo keep my eyes from growing pale\nBut my vision came too late\nAnd my belief started to abate\n\nLike a tide recedes from rocky shores\nI drew back no matter how much you implored\nI have failed to see the beauty here\nEverything I loved has disappeared\nWorlds collide without a sound\nAnd flames arise from frozen ground\nBut nothing can bring back my faith\nYou tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late\n\nI looked into your eyes\nFor some sign of surprise\nThat I would question all of this\nThat I would stand upon that precipice\n\nBut the look would never come\nAs you just stood there growing numb\nAnd your eyes dropped to the ground\nIn search of something I might find profound\n\nLike a tide recedes from rocky shores\nI drew back no matter how much you implored\nI have failed to see the beauty here\nEverything I loved has disappeared\n\nWorlds collide without a sound\nAnd flames arise from frozen ground\nBut nothing can bring back my faith\nYou tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late\n\nI tried, I failed to forgive\nFor the life you made me live\nA confusing ride at best\nAnd at its worst, it seemed so meaningless\nYou might also likeIf there's a lesson to be learned\nSome sort of wisdom to be earned\nIt held too great a price\nIt required too great a sacrifice\n\nWorlds collide without a sound\nAnd flames arise from frozen ground\nBut nothing can bring back my faith\nYou tried your best, but I'm afraid that it's too late",1
5703,Coldplay___Things_I_Dont_Understand,happy,"""Things I Don’t Understand  [Verse 1]\nHow tides control the sea\nAnd what becomes of me\nHow little things can slip out of your hands\nHow often people change\nNo two remain the same\nWhy things don't always turn out as you plan\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThese are things that I don't understand\nYeah, these are things that I don't understand\n[Chorus]\nI can't And I can't decide\nWrong All my wrong from right\nDay Or my day from night\nDark Or the dark from light\nI live But I love this life\n\n[Verse 2]\nHow infinite is space\nAnd who decides your fate\nWhy everything will dissolve into sand\nHow to avoid defeat\nWhere truth and fiction meet\nWhy nothing ever turns out as you plan\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThese are things that I don't understand\nYeah, these are things that I don't understand\n\n[Chorus]\nI can't And I can't decide\nWrong All my wrong from right\nDay Or the day from night\nDark Or the dark from light\nI live But I love this lifeSee Coldplay LiveGet tickets as low as $95You might also like3",0
6237,DJ_Shadow___High_Noon,happy,"'High Noon  ...You will hear my heart and the circle circuit? will be complete...You might also likeEmbed', 'default'",0
4745,Camera_Obscura___Double_Feature,sad,"""Double Feature  Close comes the winter, summer is no longer\nAnd things, they seem much bleaker\nWe'll see a Catherine Deneuve double feature\n\nAnd our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe\n\nClose comes the winter, summer is no longer\nAnd things, they seem much bleaker\nWe'll see a Catherine Deneuve double feature\n\nDouble feature, you will survive last forever so rest your eyes\nAnd our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe\nPlay with words when we cannot sing, this double feature means everything\nDouble feature, you will survive last forever so rest your eyes\nAnd our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe\nPlay with words when we cannot sing, this double feature means everything\nDouble feature, you will survive last forever so rest your eyes\nAnd our lives will fade as in darkness we will bathe\nPlay with words when we cannot sing, this double feature means everything",1
2010,At_The_Gates___Terminal_Spirit_Disease,anger,"""Terminal Spirit Disease  Can you feel the pain I feel?\nI've lost all sense of what is real\nI'm lost, in a world I detest\n\nCan you feel the pain I feel?\nThis wound I've got will never heal\nI'm lost, in the serpents own nest\n\nOh - set me free - crucify life itself\nAnd let your joy be the reality\nOur suffering life - the dream\nPain, the highest order\nScorching the inside of my skin\nTerminal spirit disease\nAn itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves\n\nKill the worm that is depression\nJoin the leeches of oppression\nUnpure - twisted - logic now die\n\nKill the worm that is depression\nMy fevered circle - circle of damnation\nConsumed by this torment divine\n\nTerminal spirit disease\nTerminal spirit disease\n\nYour souls condemned to sing of life\nMust die to be set free",3
7830,Eerie_Von___An_Investment_In_Hate,sad,"""An Investment in Hate  A small investment in blood, such a small price to pay\nLayin' down in the cellar for the last forty days\n\nLight the colored candles, and bring rain to my grave\nWhen you live inside a circle of salt, you're near the end of your days\n\nA small investment in blood, such a small price to pay\nLayin' down in a circle of salt for the last forty days\n\n'Cause wide is the gate, so broad is the way\nWhen you live inside a circle of blood, you make a great investment in hate\nA great investment in hate\nAll the jealous husbands seek the end of their mates\nWide is the gate\nAll the faithless ladies seem to wither away\nLayin' down inside their circle of thought, nearing the end of their days\n\nSo wide is the gate, and broad is the way\nWide is the gate, so broad is the way\nYes, wide is the gate, so broad is the way\nWhen you live inside a circle of blood, you make a great investment in hate\nA great investment in hate\nA great investment in hate\nA great investment in hate\nA great investment in hate...",1
8919,Fats_Waller___Aint_misbehavin,happy,"""Ain’t Misbehavin’  No one to talk with\nAll by myself\nNo one to walk with\nBut I'm happy\nOn the shelf\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\n\nI know for certain\nThe one I love\nI'm through with flirtin'\nIt's you that I'm thinkin' of\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\nLike Jack Horner\nIn the corner\nDon't go nowhere\nWhat do I care?\nYour kisses\nAre worth waitin' for\nBelieve me\n\nI don't stay out late\nDon't care to go\nI'm home about eight\nJust me and my radio\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for you\nAin't misbehavin'\nI'm savin' my love for youYou might also like2",0
3952,Boston___Peace_Of_Mind,happy,"""Peace of Mind  [Verse 1]\nNow if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been payin'\nFuture's comin' much too slow\nAnd you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin'\nCan't decide on which way to go\n[Chorus]\nI understand about indecision\nBut I don't care if I get behind\nPeople living in competition\nAll I want is to have my peace of mind\n[Verse 2]\nNow you're climbing to the top of the company ladder\nHope it doesn't take too long\nCan't you see there'll come a day when it won't matter\nCome a day when you'll be gone\n\n[Chorus]\nI understand about indecision\nBut I don't care if I get behind\nPeople living in competition\nAll I want is to have my peace of mind\n\nTake a look ahead\nTake a look ahead\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n[Verse 3]\nNow everybody's got advice they just keep on givin'\nDoesn't mean too much to me\nLots of people have to make believe they're livin'\nCan't decide who they should be\n\n[Chorus]\nI understand about indecision\nBut I don't care if I get behind\nPeople living in competition\nAll I want is to have my peace of mind\nYou might also likeTake a look ahead\nTake a look ahead\nLook ahead!17",0
6805,Death_From_Above_1979___Dead_Womb,happy,"""Dead Womb  [Intro]\nLa cocaína no es buena para su salud\nLa cocaína is not good for you\n\n[Verse 1]\nSo many girls I know poison their wombs for sure\nI'm sick of all these whores poisoning their...\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nI know you think you have it all but you will never even...\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\n[Verse 2]\nYou will never even know\nYou think you have control\nOne day we'll lose you all\nOne day we'll...\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in the clubs with their cocaine\nI know you think you have it all but you will never even...\nWe're looking for wives\nSo tired of sluts coming up to us in clubs with their cocaine\n\n[Outro]\nChapter 14\nChapter 14\nChapter 14\nChapterYou might also like2",0
1589,Antimatter___Reality_Clash,sad,"'Reality Clash  [Patterson]\n\nResist you never could you never will bare my soul for a moment of delusion blame it on the past catching up to take the glory without substance selling someone elses soul to take you further falling deeper into false stealing heros you dont realise the shit youre in for once its come around again so exercise your right to run your right to ruin\n\nBreaking away from broken days of shame and illusion\nPlaying the game\nValidate a life of lies\nSo high on manufactured pride\n\nFaking away, making waves to gain\nReality astray, delusion paved the way\nWhile we made it to the other side\nYou lost your pride and your alibisYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",1
8320,Engelbert_Humperdinck___Les_Bicyclettes_De_Belsize,happy,"""Les Bicyclettes de Belsize  Turning and turning\nThe world goes on\nWe can't change it, my friend\nLet us go riding now through the days\nTogether to the end\nTo the end\n\nLes bicyclettes de Belsize\nCarry us side by side\nAnd hand in hand we will ride\nOver Belsize\nTurn your magical eyes\nRound and around\nLooking at all we've found\nCarry us through the skies\nLes bicyclettes de Belsize\nSpinning and spinning\nThe dreams I know\nRolling on through my head\nLet us enjoy them before they go\nCome the dawn, they all are dead\nYes, they're dead\n\nLes bicyclettes de Belsize\nCarry us side by side\nAnd hand in hand we will ride\nOver Belsize\nTurn your magical eyes\nRound and around\nLookin' at all we've found\nCarry us through the skies\nLes bicyclettes de BelsizeSee Engelbert Humperdinck LiveGet tickets as low as $48",0
5735,Collie_Buddz___Blind_To_You,happy,"'Blind to You  Wha me say... Fukin Haterz you know\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me war instigators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\nSaid I\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me rumor creators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\n[Verse 1:]\nWhen tings dey pop off\nDem a smile and dey laugh\nDem would ah love to see you fall by the waste side\nDem holla ""big up"" when pass, pray for you down fall fast\nAnd trigger both bomb blasts, like dem nah no pride\nLet\'s give love to the youth dem\nWhen dem brothers murder , fe nothing no way\nSend out me seeds to the youth dem\nPraise the all mighty don\'t go astray\n\n[Chorus]\nI\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me war instigators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\nSaid I\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me rumor creators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\n\n[Verse 2:]\nUnu dem dey a talk, that\'s true me white like chalk\nLikkle Pussy Hole Gwan play the race card\nDem holla aye p\'wan me yard, that\'s true me modda work hard\nHundred foot [?] cause she wan swim in ah the tide\nLet\'s give love to the yout dem\nWho Jah bless no man curse no way\nSend out me seeds to the yout dem\nOnly faith cause tomorrow\'s another day\nSee Collie Buddz LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like[Chorus]\nI\'m blind to you fucking haterz\nC\'yant touch me bullshit creators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\nSaid I\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me war instigators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk me how the world ah run so\n\n[Verse 3:]\nUnu cya tell me nothing Mr. Envy\nLose it a lengthy advice for that ah send me\nNuff people out there rotten, chattin and dem friend me\nBut behind my back dem wan end me\nBut me nah give a damn, buy house and a piece a land\nMe walk in ah me timberland, no tell me about no simpleton\nIts true unu see me damn, only mother feed me an\nYou nah wan see me cross the line, you na betta know\n\n[Chorus] x2\nI\'m blind to you fucking haterz\nC\'yant touch me bullshit creators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk you how the world ah run so\nSaid I\'m blind to you haterz\nC\'yant touch me war instigators\nMe say me busy love lately\nAsk me how the world ah run so\nIm blind to you , unu better now KNOW\nSaid Im blind to you , unu better now KNOW1Embed', 'default'",0
6421,Dar_Williams___I_Had_No_Right,sad,"""I Had No Right  [Verse 1]\nGod of the poor man, this is how the day began\nEight co-defendants, I, Daniel Berrigan\nOh, and only a layman's batch of napalm\nWe pulled the draft files out\nWe burned them in the parking lot\nBetter the files than the bodies of children\n\n[Chorus]\nI had no right but for the love of you\nI had no right but for the love of you\n[Verse 2]\nMany roads led here, walked with the suffering\nTom in Guatamala, Philip in New Orleans\nOh, it's a long road from law to justice\nI went to Vietnam\nI went for peace, they dropped their bombs\nRight where my government knew I would be\n\n[Chorus]\nI had no right but for the love of you\nI had no right but for the love of you\n\n[Bridge]\nAnd all my country saw\nWere priests who broke the law\n\n[Verse 3]\nFirst it was question, then it was a mission\nHow to be American, how to be a Christian\nOh, if their law is their cross and the cross is burning\n\n[Chorus]\nAh, the love of you\nAh, the love of you\n\n[Verse 4]\nGod of the just, I'll never win a peace prize\nFalling like Jesus, now let the jury rise\nOh, it's all of us versus all that paper\nThey took the only way\nThey know who is on trial today\nDeliver us unto each other, I pray\nYou might also like[Chorus]\nI had no right but for the love of you\nAnd every trial I stood, I stood for you\n\n[Outro]\nEyes on the trial\n8 a.m. arrival\nHand on the Bible",1
8885,Farewell___We_All_Fall_Down,happy,"""We All Fall Down  This time we'll set the record straight\nHead trips grasping for something to say\nMake your move before it's too late\nBecause we all fall down\nLeft for dead\nDecaying in your grave\nDaily routine future filed away\nFlash-backwards thinking everyday\nIt's time for you to wake up tonight\nI'm sick of you running my life\nAnd these hang ups are getting harder to deal with every time\nIt's time for you to wake up tonight\nYou know I'll be just fine\nYou might catch me saying\nStep on the gas and get out while you can\nStrike up a match and burn the master plan\nI saw you waste your youth\nYou never wanted to go\nUp in a ball of flames\nSo I'll be waiting right here without a sound\nIt's time for you to burn out tonight\nAnd keep your dreams locked up inside\nAnd these hangovers are getting harder each and every time\nIt's time for you to wake up tonight\nYou know I'll be just fine\nKeep heading straight down to your grave\nI swear I saw you waste your youth\nYou never wanted to go\nUp in a ball of flames\nSo I'll be waiting right here without a sound\nAnd I just though you should know\nLost hopes and plastic egos\nWon't save your soul this time around\nStep on the gas and get out while you can\nStrike up a match and burn the master plan\nRun your tank dry and see where you land\nI saw you waste your youth\nYou never wanted to go\nUp in a ball of flames\nSo I'll be waiting right here without a sound\nI'll tell you why\nAnd I just thought you should know\nLost hopes and plastic egos\nWon't save your soul this time around\nUntil you hit the ground",0
3617,Blue_Foundation___Embers,calm,"'Embers  A western sky is glowing\nCalling off the day\nFading rays of live sunsets\nCaressing my feet on my way\n\nA shade in the horizon\nQuivers in the haze\nWhisper near right by my ear\nAnd these are the words that he said:\n\nIf you love your woman up to the maximum\nTell her fi hold on, hold on strong\nOrange eyes of embers\nGleaming in the night\nGuard us until break of dawn\nBlessing the ground where we stay\n\nThe eastern sky is glowing now\nIn reddish shades of grey\nWith promises of life and love\nAnd I wanna cherish the day\n\nIf you love your woman up to the maximum\nTell her fi hold on, hold on strongYou might also likeEmbed', 'default'",2
5608,Cobra_Starship___You_Cant_Be_Missed_If_You_Never_Go_Away,happy,"""You Can’t Be Missed If You Never Go Away  [Verse 1]\nI was buried alive\nI came back to haunt you\nAre you dying to believe\nI can't go on without you?\nAll we are is too fast for love\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're too young\nI hate to love you\nThe night's gone\nAnd you're gone too\nBut you can't be missed\nIf you never go away\n[Verse 2]\nIt's the end of a broken heart\nI went on without you\nI was lost from the start\nI did what I had to\nAll we are is too fast for love\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're too young\nI hate to love you\nThe night's gone\nAnd you're gone too\nBut you can't be missed\nIf you never go away\n\n[Verse 3]\nYou don't know what I've seen\nYou can see that I've been drowning\nWithout you\nAnd I don't know where you've been\nBut I can wash your sins away\n\n[Chorus]\nWe're too young\nI hate to love you\nThe night's gone\nAnd you're gone too\nBut you can't be missed\nIf you never go away\nYou might also like[Outro]\nIt's the end of a broken heart\nIt's the end of a broken heart\nIt's the end of a broken heart\nIt's the end of a broken heart1",0
3503,Blink182___Wendy_Clear,happy,"""Wendy Clear  [Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]\nLet's take the boat out on the bay\nForget your job for just one day\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\nIt might be inappropriate, because\nEither way, our band gets dropped, oh yeah\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]\nBut I'd play with fire to break the ice\nAnd I'd play with a nuclear device\nIs it something I'll regret? Or do I want what I can't get?\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\n[Verse 2: Mark Hoppus]\nThe three-date theory's getting old\nEveryone is getting left out in the cold\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\nSo I'll see you with another guy who pretends\nNot to hear you when you cry, oh yeah\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]\nBut I'd play with fire to break the ice\nAnd I'd play with a nuclear device\nIs it something I'll regret? Or do I want what I can't get?\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\n\n[Bridge: Mark Hoppus]\nI'll be moving on, moving on\nMoving on and on and on\nMoving on, moving on\nMoving on and on and on\n\n[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]\nBut I'd play with fire to break the ice\nAnd I'd play with a nuclear device\nIs it something I'll regret? Or do I want what I can't get?\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\nYou might also like[Outro: Mark Hoppus]\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad\nI wish it didn't have to be so bad3",0
2372,Bad_Boy_Bill___Falling_Anthem,happy,"""Falling Anthem  Been tracking in all my thoughts\nI can't find the principle\nMy heart can’t stop racing I see your face\nI fall apart\n\nI feel everything\nThis is the first time\nEverything seems fine since the start\nI've been waiting so long\n\nThis is the falling anthem\nFor the first time\nCan't stop this thing from happening\nThis is our falling anthem\nAnd it feels right\nCan't stop our hearts from pounding\n\nYour kisses still stop time\nThe disaster's beautiful\nRemember the phases those unhappy spaces\nThat tore my heart\nYou healed everything\nI know how I'm feeling, I know I'm not dreaming\nI smile\nWaiting here all along\n\nThis is the falling anthem\nFor the first time\nCan't stop this thing from happening\n\nThis is our falling anthem\nAnd it feels right\nCan't stop our hearts from pounding\n\nThis is our falling anthem\nAnd it feels right\nCan't stop our hearts from pounding\n\nCan't stop, can’t stop this, can’t stop this thing from happening\nYou might also likeThis is the falling anthem\nFor the first time\nCan't stop this thing from happening\n\nThis is our falling anthem\nAnd it feels right\nCan't stop our hearts from pounding",0