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A – Art Of Making Sense
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Song : Art Of Making Sense
Artist : A
Album : Teen Dance Ordinance (2005)
There’s an angel on the corner
And they say she’s watching over
Over when we are under
Fall asleep on the ground
[Pre chorus:]
Hey
Can you feel it calling your name
Like a storm on a bone in the rain
The pain now going you’re not around
[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can’t wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense
I gotta rock another city
I gotta break another country
I’m gonna kick it til i’m 50
Or i’m deep in the ground
[Pre chorus:]
Hey
Not another bone for the pain
I’m never drinking again
It don’t make sense when you’re not around
[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can’t wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense
[Solo]
There’s a devil on the road [x3]
[Pre chorus:]
I can feel it call your name
The feeling that’s keeping me sane
Wide awake when you’re not around
[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can’t wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense
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311 – T & P Combo
Album: “311″
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin’ down around it’s snow or it’s rain
It’s insane and I’m still in the same gang
The way the weatheract’s it’s a shame ok
Badder behavior in our s**t is flavor
Grandiose endeavorsyes the quest is greater
Make no mistake I know the time and I wake I slip only when
P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can’t f**k with this
You’re Walter Middy don’t take it as a dis
But the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a f**king dream
and yo now I’m in it I’ve been at many function
but I knowI’m about the function
If someone brings you down keep punching
We bunched in alittle house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now – solid I concurtime it slurs and it blurs
The vision like a drug and yo it’s the word
Howabsurd deliver us from nerds
And funky 40 oz. glass littered curbs
Soon thechurch pitted bell will clang
Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dicegame
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket If your feelin’ sick rub it on
with vicks ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘emall in your pocket
If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
Rub it on down withthe sweet super mixer
Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
Yeah we got the force late night radio
Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom
Blowin’ up the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than the young space walkin’ individual
For years and years bubbling up withsoul power
To detonate this planet or reach another
Yeah we take it up a notch
We diggin’ the s**t so deep like
Ralston digs scotch
Botch this and I’ll regret it no that’s not what I’m saying
Remember this instead I’m staying
We played ina little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now – solid
We hauled a van with a RV that was a bad call It all went up in flames
but I haven’t seen it all
Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin’
Oh just headin’ back to where I done my growin’
If you must go somewhere over the rainbow
The adventures of a cosmic hero
From planet to planet my tags a crater
If you’re notin the future you’re not here either
Labeled psychedelic we can play disco
When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro
Your street time is limited’cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
If yourfeelin’ sick rub it on with Vicks ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em allin your pocket
If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
Rub it on down with thesweet super mixer
Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
Yeah we got the force late night radio
311 – Guns (Are For P**sies)
Album: “311″
Here comes the thunder down under, we’re natural wonders
Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger
Sunrises of people all shapes and sizes
Dig on the decade and realize it’s funky
No matter this rude boy stll got that swagger
My ears have heard all these crews but we’re badder Interracial, special,
positive beings I am I be a cool awakening
It’s getting hectic the metrics the body electric
Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
This is the city we’ve reached we’ve come to
Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
All the lights are red all the poets are dead
A familiar nightmare appears in my head
Times are a changin’ myself I’m rearrangin’
Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve all blazin’
Born to act out,
Paranoid with a gat
Born to act out,
Think you know where it’s at
Born to act out,
But you’re lookin’ like a sissie
Born to act out,
Guns are for p**sies I’m not from Philly but some say I’m a blunt
That’s just the way I am and no I’m not going to front
And yes I took a trip to find out about the ways of big
City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel s**tty
Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky
Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whisky
Sad classical music on the jukebox of doom Hollywood Blvd.
Barflyfrolic room
Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
Some just having fun opening steam valvage I was one becoming
the other hellbent to discover
Had to pull up the reigns or else smother
Take it brother all the way and then you’re scared
Don’t want to be unprepared
You’re getting paranoid,
And then guns are shared
You guys think you’re hard,
But you’re in fear of getting harmed
I fear no manand
I am unarmed