Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M. Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin.
While y’all get it goin’, we’ll get it done.
Formed in a very strong advanced post, east to west coast, ahead of time, competition not even half close.
Fast lane, high speed, on the grind, 24/7.
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park.
We’re the renegades of funk.
Clockwork Orange synths, real horror show!
I like to wait to see how things turn out if you apply some pressure.
I have a flask but I do not have the wine. I have a suit but I do not have a dime.
Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go. Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go.
My heart’s on the brink, I thought you should know, and my body shakes, every time you show.
Dear New York, I hope you’re doing well. I know a lot’s happened and you’ve been through hell.
When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus – put the soul in the track like my name was Otis.
Feel good from morning till the end of the day.
It’s weird at my school.
A pirate with a tune on a holiday. Ol’ lazy mister moon want a getaway. And isn’t that a moon for a milky way?
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.
Truth is here, the truth is here.
Everybody makes mistakes, but I feel all right when I come undone.
This is the point from which I could never return, and if I back down now then forever I burn.
Take a look around you, you might not like what you see. Yeah, we’re all comfortably living in a privileged society.
I am a reverend of irreverence, I’m a shill for any sacrilege.
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare – heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare.
When you cross my mind, you best look both ways ‘cause my personality’s bigger than yours.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
I won’t spend another day in this heart attack city, it’s messed up here and everything’s money.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
I ain’t freaking, I ain’t faking this – shut up and let me go.
Listen to me scream and shout, ‘cause all my teeth are falling out.
I’m living in a nightmare can’t you see, I need some musical therapy.
X gonna give it to you.
You make me feel just like I’m insane, yeah, and you’re trouble. You’re trouble.
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck).
When they see me, they say, “Who dat ovah there?” Just a lil dude with a head full of hair.
Wind me up, put me down, start me off and watch me go.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots everybody.
Find yourself a girl and settle down, live a simple life in a quiet town. Steady as she goes.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Every hood that we go through, all the gangsters around know my whole crew.
About to steal the game, I’m a whole new crook. Bakin’ up that fire, I’m a whole new cook.
And so I wondered and wandered around the planet, looking for some things that might have mattered to me.
It’s not a game – you play chess with life, end up in the flame.
A long time ago, we used to be friends but I haven’t thought of you lately at all.
It’s been so long, I’ve been out of my body with you. I feel alone, feel at home, feel like nothing is true.
People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.
This is our decision to live fast and die young. We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
Well, you know I look like a woman, but I cut like a buffalo.
It puts soul, jazz, rock, and funk into a blender and serves it up as a tasty hip hop concoction all its own.
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco.
Stay on top but remain from the underground – X to the Z and we all in the family.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir, so that every mouth can be fed, poor me Israelites.
We go together baby, and if we do, yeah I’ll be your weakness baby, and get to you.
Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad, sad songs.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of reserve. Now through the lines of the cheap venetian blinds, your car is pulling off of the curb.
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
First got it when he was six, didn’t know any tricks. Matter fact first time he got on it, he slipped.
I’ve kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño, walked the sand with the crustaceans. Could find my way to Mariana on a wave of mutilation.
Want to measure my size? I rise above the norm, the urban icon ridin’ on the eye of the storm, fool.
I challenge any opponent who want to smoke – we can pull ‘till our voice get lower than Tone Loc.
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out – it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about.
Watching the people get lairy, it’s not very pretty I tell thee – walking through town is quite scary.
We are kids, we play punk rock ‘n roll. If we didn’t, we got no soul.
It’s supposed to be about fun and gettin’ the pain out, but it’s all about clout and popping them chains out.
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait – no time to hesitate.
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping. There is no crime to dreams like this.
From series composer David Carbonara’s contributions to period-specific pieces that zooms you back to the early 1960s, the music is one of the elements that makes Mad Men so special.
But if you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long. Because if it’s gone for you then I too may lose it and that that would be wrong.
The city breathing, the people churning, the conversating. The price is what?
He told you he loved you, well that’s just a lie. I don’t need possession to satisfy my mind.
Ain’t nothing changed: everyone still want the Benz and the Range, everybody still want the gems and the chains.
To everyone out there, who’s a little different, I say damn a magazine, these is God’s fingerprints.
Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries. While I’m alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes.
Anyone can tell you there’s no more road to ride. Everyone will tell you there’s no place to hide.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Waitress, can I get a vodka martini with a twist of sub-lime? Thank you.
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
She don’t like The Toasters or The Skeletones, she’d rather pound some beers and listen to The Ramones.
So come on, check it off now.
A surprisingly warm tone gives way to something more fractured, shattered, and eventually becomes somewhat haunting. Well, this is Radiohead, right?
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin. He got the application that you just sent in.
I’d tell you, but you need to understand the new slang to get it.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
You’d have to have nada en la cabeza to not get moving to this album.
One listen and you’ll be on the pull.
Think I’m in love… with The Information.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I still turned out to be a huge Babyshambles fan, didn’t I?
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.
Ska punk with a level of musicianship and sophistication that very few bands ever achieve. Oh, and don’t forget the energy energy energy.
Join us on the journey to become a proud card-carrying Phase IV ABBA fan.
It will, I suppose you could say, make you (sha, sha-ba-da) feel good.