Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
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.
Soul, jazz, rock, and funk served 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.