When it all came down on a Saturday night, should I choose a side at 9th and Pine?

When it all came down on a Saturday night, should I choose a side at 9th and Pine?
She’s just a cosmic girl, from another galaxy.
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells.
Just say I’m all alone, just say where am I going? Just say the phone rang once today for a wrong number.
Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
Graffin’ up in L.A. you can’t act stupid and play, striking up in the hood could mean your last day.
Common ruse, dirty face, pretty noose is pretty hate, and I don’t like what you got me hanging from.
Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
It’s only human nature, pollutes temptation. We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation.
Much like Fashion Nugget, I will survive. Yeah yeah.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.
For that uniquely trip-hoppy, moody, atmospheric, and posh-sounding vibe.
An album to dig one last time under the Tahitian moon.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
Groovy and swinging (and clever and funny).
Plays as great comedic alt country or country rock material or simply flat out great alt country or country rock music, period. Well, except for…
Bombastic, retro futuristic theme songs of glory. And fun!
Jay-Z’s debut album has a great blend of rawness and tremendous vitality and energy.
A powerhouse of a ska punk album that just happens to layer in… well, you’ll see.
While sprawling and uneven, this double album contains some of Tupac Shakur’s best artistic output.
Effervescent Britpop from the mid-‘90s with hooks to match.
Uh… this album is crazy. Good crazy, but crazy. Dig it.