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Lake of Fire | rock | Meat Puppets | 1,984 | [Chorus]
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again 'till the 4th of July
[Verse 1]
Oh, I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave a little too soon
And flew away howling on the yellow moon
[Chorus]
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again until the 4th of July
[Verse 2]
Now people cry and people moan
And look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
Before the angels and the devils fight to make 'em their own
[Chorus]
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again until the 4th of July | 97,475 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1984, titled "Lake of Fire", by artist "Meat Puppets". |
If the Kids Are United | rock | Sham 69 | 1,978 | [Intro]
Hello mate, alright?
Yeah, I'm alright
[Verse 1]
For once in my life I've got somethin' to say
I wanna say it now for now is today
Life has been given to grab and enjoy
So let's all grab and let's all enjoy
[Chorus]
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
[Verse 2]
Just take a look around you, what do you see?
Kids with feelings like you and me
Understand him and he'll understand you
For you are him and he is you
[Chorus]
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
[Chorus]
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
[Bridge]
I don't wanna be rejected
I don't wanna be denied
And it's not my misfortune
That I've opened up your eyes
[Verse 3]
Freedom is given, speak how you feel
I have no freedom, how do you feel?
They can lie to my face but not to my heart
If we stand together it will just be the start
[Chorus]
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided!
If the kids are united!
They will never be divided! | 1,342,698 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1978, titled "If the Kids Are United", by artist "Sham 69". |
Imperfection | rock | Evanescence | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
The more you try to fight it
The more you try to hide it
The more infected, rejected, you feel alone inside it
You know you can't deny it
The world's a little more fucked up every day
[Verse 2]
I'm gonna save you from it
Together we'll outrun it
Just don't give into the fear
So many things I would've told you If I knew that I was never gonna see you again
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I wanna lift you up into the light that you deserve
I wanna take your pain into myself so you won't hurt
[Chorus]
Don't you dare surrender
Don't leave me here without you
'Cause I could never
Replace your perfect imperfection
[Verse 3]
The way you look us over
Your counterfeit composure
Pushing again and again and sinking lower and lower
The world is on our shoulders
Do you really know the weight of the words you say?
[Verse 4]
You want a little of it
You just can't let go of it
You've got an ego to feed
Too late to rise above it
Don't look now but the little girl's got a grenade
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I'm gonna lift you up into the light that you deserve
I'm gonna take you down to the real world so you can watch it burn
[Chorus]
Don't you dare surrender
Don't leave me here without you
'Cause I could never
Replace your perfect imperfection
[Bridge]
We stand undefined
Can't be drawn with a straight line
This will not be our ending
We are alive, we are alive
[Chorus]
Don't you dare surrender
Don't leave me here without you
'Cause I could never
Replace your perfect imperfection
[Outro]
Don't you dare surrender
I'm still right beside you
And I could never
Replace your perfect imperfection | 3,222,147 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2017, titled "Imperfection", by artist "Evanescence". |
Running | pop | Dua Lipa | 2,018 | [Verse 1]
You, you turn gold to dust now
What was trust is lost now
What is all this darkness you have inside?
I just can't ignore it
From my heart, what's pouring
'Cause this hurt I can no longer hide
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, it's the last time
It's the last time I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Check it with a flashlight
It's the last night you'll get up on it
If you wanna save it, ooh
Better shoot straight like a laser, ooh
I ain't waiting for you, you
[Chorus]
Now I'm running for my life
Been too many miles
Tryna find the road to you
'Cause you, you just wanna drive
With no place in mind
Where the hell we going to, oh?
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
[Verse 2]
Boom, barrel, love, a gun, pow
I'll be on the run now
Can't take no more bullets through my wounds
I just can't ignore it
From my heart, what's pouring
'Cause this hurt I can no longer hide
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, it's the last time
It's the last time I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Check it with a flashlight
It's the last night you'll get up on it
If you wanna save it, ooh
Better shoot straight like a laser, ooh
I ain't waiting for you, you
[Chorus]
Now I'm running for my life
Been too many miles
Tryna find the road to you
'Cause you, you just wanna drive
With no place in mind
Where the hell we going to, oh?
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
[Bridge]
So watch it blow when I let it go
When I cut this rope and run, run
By the time you wake, it'll be too late
Now the bullet's left the gun, yeah
[Chorus]
Now I'm running for my life
Been too many miles
Tryna find the road to you
'Cause you, you just wanna drive
With no place in mind
Where the hell we going to, oh?
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh
I'm running, running
Got me running, running, ooh | 2,460,766 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2018, titled "Running", by artist "Dua Lipa". |
IU - Love Poem English Translation | pop | Genius English Translations | 2,019 | [Verse 1: IU]
I think there is someone
Praying for someone
I can hear the love poem
They wrote holding their breath
I wish it flies to you
And arrives to your place before it's too late..
[Chorus: IU]
I’ll be there, behind you who walks alone
Singing till the end, this song will be endless
Listen carefully just for a second
I will sing for you who walks long nights than most
[Verse 2: IU]
Once again, In your world
A star is falling
The teardrop that you held back
Is flowing here
At a loss of words, my mind calms
I can hear your voice like a memory
[Chorus: IU]
I'll be there, behind you who walks alone
Singing till the end, this song will be endless
Take a big breath
For you who forgot how to cry aloud... I'll Sing
[Bridge: 하동균 & IU]
(For you to walk again)
I will sing
(For you to love again)...
[Chorus: IU]
Here I am, look at me, (I will never...)
Singing till the end, (stop this song)
On the day when your long night ends
I will be there
Where you raise your head and look... | 4,988,634 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "IU - Love Poem English Translation", by artist "Genius English Translations". |
This Is War | rock | Thirty Seconds to Mars | 2,009 | [Verse 1]
A warning to the people
The good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian
The martyr, the victim
This is war
[Pre-Chorus]
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight
[Chorus]
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
[Verse 2]
A warning to the prophet
The liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah
The victor, the messiah
This is wa-a-ar yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight
[Chorus]
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
[Bridge]
I do believe in the light
Raise your hands into the sky
The fight is done, the war is won
Lift your hands toward the sun
Toward the sun
Toward the sun (It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun (It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die)
Toward the sun (It's the moment to fight, the moment to fight
To fight, to fight, to fight)
The war is won
[Chorus]
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
From the last to the first
To the right, to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the Earth
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
It's a brave new world
[Outro]
A brave new world
The war is won
The war is won
A brave new world | 162,255 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2009, titled "This Is War", by artist "Thirty Seconds to Mars". |
Manchester | rock | Kishi Bashi | 2,012 | [Verse 1]
I wrote me a book
I hid the last page
I didn't even look
I think I locked it in a cage
Wrote a novel
Cause everybody likes to read a novel
It started with a word
And it started pretty well
About a rare and fragile bird that I couldn't even spell
On the table
I think I left it on the table
I found the last page in the sky
Cold and sweet, like an apple
I found you and now the story has its proper end
[Chorus]
Oh hello
Will you be mine?
I haven't felt this alive in a long time
All the streets are warm today
I read the signs
I haven't been this in love in a long time
The sun is up, the sun will stay
All for the new day
[Verse 2]
The very last breath of the hero of our tale
Would leave you only to guess
Did he truly prevail
In the sequel?
I guess I'll have to write a sequel
My favorite part's when I die
In your arms like a movie
It's tragic, but now the story has its proper end
[Chorus]
Oh hello
Will you be mine?
I haven't felt this alive in a long time
All the streets are warm and grey
I read the signs
I haven't been this in love in a long time
The sun is up, the sun will stay
All for the new day
[Outro]
Will you be mine?
The days are short and I've wrote me my last rhyme
All the streets are warm today
I read the signs
I haven't been this in love in a long time
It's been a long time | 85,614 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2012, titled "Manchester", by artist "Kishi Bashi". |
Worth Fighting For Live | pop | Brian Courtney Wilson | 2,015 | (Verse 1)
You met me deep in my despair
To show me you would never leave me there
You claimed because I was made for so much more
I am Your child and I'm worth fighting for
Though heavy with the weight of my mistakes
You carried me and refused to let me sink
Under the pressure, you meant for me to soar
I am Your child, and I'm worth fighting for
(Chorus)
Eyes haven't seen, ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me
And nothing can separate me from your love
When there's so much more still worth fighting for
(Verse 2)
Now I'm moving by faith and not by sight
Towards victory by the power of Your might
You're straightening out my past and opening every door
I am Your child and I'm worth fighting for
(Chorus - Choir) (x2)
Eyes haven't seen, ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me
And nothing can separate me from your love
When there's so much more still worth fighting for
(Bridge)
That's why I'm pressing (it's worth it)
Towards the mark (so worth it)
Cause the calling on my life is worth fighting for
And I'll keep my mind (it's worth it)
Stayed on You Jesus (so worth it)
Because the peace it brings is worth fighting for
And I'll be faithful (it's worth it)
To my wife and children (so worth it)
Because my family is worth fighting for
No this world (it's worth it)
Is not my home (so worth it)
But Your kingdom here is worth fighting for
I got a mansion (it's worth it)
Over in glory (so worth it)
And my new home is worth fighting for
Til I see it I'll shout (it's worth it)
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Cause my praise is worth fighting for
Hallelujah (it's worth it)
Hallelujah (so worth it)
Hallelujah life with You is worth fighting
Hallelujah (it's worth it)
Hallelujah (so worth it)
Hallelujah life with You is worth fighting
(Chorus)
Eyes haven't seen. Ears haven't heard
There is so much more still worth fighting for
Eyes haven't seen. Ears haven't heard
There is so much more still worth fighting for
(Interlude)
Hey, hey! If you believe that you're worth fighting for
Shout to the Lord
There is so much more still worth fighting for (hey hey)
There is so much more still worth fighting for
[Choir]
Eyes haven't seen. Ears haven't heard
There is so much more still worth fighting for (Speak to your Jesus right now)
Eyes haven't seen. Ears haven't heard
There is so much more still worth fighting for
(Outro)
Eyes haven't seen, ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me (Ya'll help me say that)
Eyes haven't seen, ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me (say one more time for me)
Eyes haven't seen, ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me
Eyes haven't seen. Ears haven't heard
All you have planned for me
There is so much more worth fighting for
Victory is mine, Victory is mine
Victory today is mine, I told you | 2,109,522 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2015, titled "Worth Fighting For Live", by artist "Brian Courtney Wilson". |
Her | rock | Poppy | 2,021 | [Verse 1]
Give her a face
Give her a name
That isn't hers
Then make her yours
Say she's adored
Call her a whore
Then pick her up
Throw her on the floor
[Chorus]
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
You won't recognize her
If you encountered
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
Picked herself up
Put her back together
[Verse 2]
Give her a taste
Take it away
Undеr your thumb
Tell her to stay
Don't say a word
Don't disobey
Whеn she woke up
She ran away
[Chorus]
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
You won't recognize her
If you encountered
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
Picked herself up
Put her back together
[Bridge]
Run your mouth to keep her scared
You expected her to care
But when her mind made up
You were illfully prepared
[Verse 3]
Have you observed?
And what have you learned?
The girl that you knew
Will never be yours
[Chorus]
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
You won't recognize her
If you encountered
I'm getting to know her
And all of her anger
Picked herself up
Put her back together | 6,944,097 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2021, titled "Her", by artist "Poppy". |
Global Warming | rock | Gojira | 2,005 | [Verse 1]
Four hundred thousand years ago
They came from outer space and gave us life here
And we are just taking everything for granted
I don't think we should do this now
And when I see the smoke around
I feel like I'm not from humankind down there
I feel like glaciers are my eyes
And mountains are my head, my heart is ocean
And I feel all alone
'Cause everybody's wrong, I fear the living
What is this thing that we call hate?
And that's inside of me, get out of here
[Bridge]
A world is down, and none can rebuild it
Disabled lands are evolving
My eyes are shut, a vision is dying
My head explodes, and I fall in disgrace
[Verse 2]
I hold my inner child within
And tell him not to cry: "Don't fear the living"
One day you will stand as a king
And no fear can erase this light below us
Each one of us is now engaged
This secret we all have, this truth is growing
And as a warrior, I have to fight
I can already feel the love I'll discover
[Verse 3]
I had this dream, our planet surviving
The guiding stars always growing
And all the worlds, the fates all the countries
They're all rebuilding at the same time
I never fell and always believed in
We could evolve and get older
Open thy eyes and let all this flow in
Now see a new hope is growing inside
[Outro]
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing
We will see our children growing | 1,041,508 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2005, titled "Global Warming", by artist "Gojira". |
Right and a Wrong Way | rb | Keith Sweat | 1,987 | [Intro]
Mmm, oh...
My, my, my, my, my, my baby
You're mine, mine, mine, mine
I'm gonna love you right, girl
[Verse 1]
You may be young but you're ready
(Ready to learn)
You're not a little girl, you're a woman
(Take my hand) Let me tell you, baby
I'm yours for the takin'
So you can (Do what you please)
Don't take my love for granted
You're all I (I'll ever need)
Hold me, hold me in your arms
(Oh...baby)
Never let me go
[Chorus]
(There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody)
A right way to love somebody, to love me right
(There's a good and a bad way to love somebody)
There's a good
Oh...whoa...oh...whoa...oh...
You do me good
[Verse 2]
So don't play no silly games with me, baby
(No, no, no, no, it's just not my fate) No, no, no
All I need is your loving here
(Hold me tight, baby, with the joy you can bring)
Mmm, take me I'm yours (Take me)
I'm willin' (Ooh, baby)
Hold me, hold me in your arms, hey, baby
(I don't want to let you go) Never let go
You, you're all I need in this world
(Oh...baby)
Ooh, you got to know, you better know
You better know my, my baby
[Chorus]
(There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody)
You know
You know you mean the world to me, girl
(There's a good and a bad way to love somebody)
I'm gonna treat you good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, ooh, yeah
Ooh...ooh...hoo...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
I want your lovin', girl
All night long, all night long, all night long, girl
We'll be like two lovers in a tree (There's a good and a bad way to love somebody)
Tweddle-lee-deeddle-lee-deedle-lee-dee
Me and you, girl (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ooh, you know my love is right, why can't you see (There's a good and a bad way to love somebody)
We'll love each other eternally, just you and me, baby
Oh, oh, oh
You're a big girl now (There's a good and a bad way to love somebody)
No more daddy's little girl | 870,733 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 1987, titled "Right and a Wrong Way", by artist "Keith Sweat". |
Running with Scissors | rock | I See Stars | 2,016 | [Verse 1: Devin Oliver]
The truth cannot be any more clear
And I’m not asking you to hold on
It’s everything that you ever feared
I know you’re trying so hard to move on
[Pre-Chorus: Devin Oliver, Andrew Oliver]
It kind of feels like someone
Replaced the heart that once was yours
I’m trying hard to be someone
But falling short of the person I wanna be
I wanna be
[Chorus: Devin Oliver]
So I’ll pretend
I’m letting go
While you’re dancing in the past without colors
You’ll be the one
Running away in my nightmares
I’m letting go
You said you’d never ever look back
You’ll be the one
Running away in my nightmares
[Bridge: Devin Oliver]
Trying hard to be someone
But falling short of the person I want to be
Trying hard to be someone
But falling short of the person I want to be
I want to be
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
[Verse 2: Devin Oliver]
The truth cannot be any more clear
And I’m not asking you to hold on
It’s everything that you ever feared
[Chorus: Devin Oliver]
So I’ll pretend
I’m letting go
While you’re dancing in the past without colors
You’ll be the one
Running away in my nightmares
I’m letting go
You said you’d never ever look back
You’ll be the one
I want to be (Oh)
I want to be (Oh)
I want to be (It kinda feels like someone, replaced the heart that once was yours)
I want to be
I'm trying hard to be someone
[Chorus: Devin Oliver]
So I’ll pretend I’m letting go
While you’re dancing in the past without colors
You’ll be the one
Running away in my nightmares
I’m letting go
You said you’d never ever look back
(Running away in my nightmares)
You’ll be the one
Running away in my nightmares
[Outro]
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
Running, running, running
Running, running, running | 2,472,262 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2016, titled "Running with Scissors", by artist "I See Stars". |
Casanova | rock | Denitia and Sene | 2,012 | [Chorus]
Say hi to Casanova
I hope he's happy he won
I wish you happiness and
I hope you get what you want
Say hi to Casanova
Sometimes we run out of love
I wish you happiness but
I know he ain't what you want
[Sene]
I've should've seen it
You're always creeping late at night
You say you'll leave him
But you're forever by his side
I love you then I hate you
I can't make up my mind
And if you're choosing him, love
I believe that's fine
[Chorus]
[Denitia]
For no good reason
I want to look you in the eyes
I tried to see you
The same procedure everytime
You love me, then you hate me
You can't make up your mind
But if you're choosing me, love
You're running out of time
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Sene]
I'll bet you miss me
It's not the same between your thighs
In case you're listening
Please pack your shit and say goodbye
[Chorus] | 107,901 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2012, titled "Casanova", by artist "Denitia and Sene". |
Good News | pop | Ocean Park Standoff | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
No, this is not a test
Never was, never will be
You can take my best
It's yours, it was never for me
I'm just looking for something to get me out of my seat
Something that's true
What did I do?
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause every time I turn around
I'm back down to one
Tell me why it feels like I'm still on the run
[Chorus]
I need some good news, baby
Feels like the world's gone crazy
Give me some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
I need some good news, baby
'Cause all the world's gone crazy
I need some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
[Verse 2]
I've been holding back
When I, I should be falling free, yeah
But it's not having faith
Just believe in what you can't see
And I'm still looking for something to get me out of my seat
Something that's true
What can I do?
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause every time I turn around
I'm back down to one
Tell me why it feels like I'm still on the run
[Chorus]
I need some good news, baby
Feels like the world's gone crazy
Give me some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
I need some good news, baby
'Cause all the world's gone crazy
I need some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
[Bridge]
Give it all or give me up
I won't settle for enough
It's the highs and it's the lows we remember, ooh ooh
Give it all or give me up
I won't settle for enough
It's the highs and it's the lows we remember, remember
[Chorus]
I need some good news, baby
Feels like the world's gone crazy
Give me some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
I need some good news, baby
'Cause all the world's gone crazy
I need some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me some good news, baby, oh
I need some good news, baby
Give it to me, give it to me
[Outro]
Give it all or give me up
I won't settle for enough
It's the highs and it's the lows we remember, ooh ooh | 2,876,093 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2016, titled "Good News", by artist "Ocean Park Standoff". |
Tremble | pop | Lauren Daigle | 2,021 | [Verse 1]
I will tremble at no other name
My heart's surrendered to no other reign
I will bow at no other throne
Rest my heart at no other home
Let these hands lift no other crown
Let these knees fall on no other ground
Draw these eyes from the gold that won't shine
You turn this life from water to wine
[Chorus: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
Oh, I tremble (Ooh-ooh)
I tremble, oh (Ooh-ooh)
In your presence (Ooh-ooh)
In your presence (Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2]
You take my breath with every starry night
Show Your power in downtown city lights
You are higher than the tallest of the hills
And stronger than the walls we try to build
You blind me with the beauty of Your face
And draw me close with Your divine embrace
You speak to me with healing in Your words
And fix the things I didn't know were hurt
[Chorus: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
Lord, I tremble (Tremble)
I tremble, oh, Lord (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence (Ooh-ooh)
Lord, I tremble (Tremble)
I tremble, oh, Lord (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence, uh (Ooh-ooh)
[Bridge: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
My Lord (My Lord, my Lord, my Lord)
My Lord (My Lord, my Lord, my Lord)
My Lord, (My Lord) my Lord, my Lord
To you alone, to You alone be praise (My Lord)
Who can take the place of? (My Lord)
Oh, what compares to Your Love? (My Lord)
For everything that You've done (To You alone)
To You alone be praise (My Lord)
Oh, who can take the place of? (My Lord)
What compares to Your Love? (My Lord)
For everything that You've done (To You alone)
To You alone be praise
[Verse 3]
You invented all of time and space
Called the morning and midnight into place
Made the mountains, tamed the wildest seas
And still You set Your holy eyes on me
I will always live in wonder of
The fact that I awaken jealous love
Eternity will almost be enough
Eternity will almost be enough
[Chorus: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
Oh, I tremble (Tremble)
I tremble, oh, Lord (Ah-ah)
In Your presence (Ah-ah)
In Your presence (Ah-ah)
Oh, I tremble (Tremble)
I tremble (Ah-ah)
In Your presence (Ah-ah)
In Your presence, oh, yeah (Ah-ah)
[Breakdown: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
(Tremble) Oh, I will always live in wonder of
(Ah-ah) The fact that I awaken jealous love
(Ah-ah) Eternity will almost be enough
(Ah-ah) Eternity will almost be enough
(Tremble) Oh, I will always live in wonder of
(Ah-ah) The fact that I awaken jealous love
(Ah-ah) Eternity will almost be enough
(Ah-ah) Eternity will almost be enough
[Chorus: Lauren Daigle & Choir]
Lord, I tremble (Ooh-ooh)
I tremble, Lord (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence (Ooh-ooh)
In Your presence (Ooh-ooh, Lord)
Oh, I tremble
I tremble, oh, Lord
In Your presence
In Your presence | 5,339,530 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2021, titled "Tremble", by artist "Lauren Daigle". |
Mother Stands for Comfort | pop | Kate Bush | 1,985 | [Verse 1]
She knows that I've been doing something wrong
But she won't say anything
She thinks that I was with my friends yesterday
But she won't mind me lying
Mmm, because...
[Interlude]
[Chorus 1]
Mother stands for comfort
Mother will hide the murderer
[Verse 2]
It breaks the cage and fear escapes and takes possession
Just like a crowd rioting inside
Make me do this, make me do that
Make me do this, make me do that
Am I, the cat that takes the bird
To her the hunted, not the hunter?
[Interlude]
[Chorus 2]
Mother stands for comfort
Mother will hide the murderer
Mother hides the madman
Mother will stay mum
[Chorus 3]
Mother stands for comfort
Mother will stay mum
She stands for comfort | 2,267,181 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1985, titled "Mother Stands for Comfort", by artist "Kate Bush". |
nothing inside | rock | Machine Gun Kelly | 2,020 | [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I keep doing that thing where I'm thinking again
I got skeletons in my closet (Closet)
I got nightmares sleeping again
I gave you my heart, you lost it (Lost it)
She's a girl from a small town, but we're in a big city
And she's in my passenger seat right now
'Cause we live in a small world
I told her, "It's all yours"
But I need to know if you're down
I can't help it (I can't help it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
[Verse 2: iann dior]
(Huh, yeah)
I keep doing that thing where I'm smoking again
Too much and now I'm faded
Keep tearing my heart, now it's open again
Few drunk texts, now you're naked
I can't help it, I can't help it
I feel selfish, I feel selfish (Selfish)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & iann dior]
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
[Bridge: Machine Gun Kelly & iann dior]
(It's hard)
It's been a long time since I was young
And she was the first face I was looking to call mine
She said it's alright, had a couple of drinks
And I got issues we can fight about all night
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
I did this all for you, look what I turned into
She looked dead into my eyes and she saw nothing inside
[Outro: Machine Gun Kelly, Machine Gun Kelly & iann dior]
I'm running low on serotonin in these empty moments
I'm having trouble operating without my main component
I'm running low on serotonin in these empty moments
I'm having trouble operating without my main component | 5,929,424 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2020, titled "nothing inside", by artist "Machine Gun Kelly". |
Eight Days a Week | rock | The Beatles | 1,964 | [Intro]
[Verse 1: John Lennon]
Ooh, I need your love, babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love, babe
Just like I need you
[Chorus: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
[Verse 2: John Lennon]
Love you everyday, girl
Always on my mind
One thing I can say girl
Love you all the time
[Chorus: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, girl
Eight days a week
[Bridge: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
Is not enough to show I care
[Verse 3: John Lennon]
Ooh I need your love, babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love, babe
Just like I need you
[Chorus: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
[Bridge: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
Is not enough to show I care
[Verse 4: John Lennon]
Love you everyday, girl
Always on my mind
One thing I can say, girl
Love you all the time
[Chorus: John Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain't got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
[Outro] | 88,519 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1964, titled "Eight Days a Week", by artist "The Beatles". |
Love Lockdown - triple j Like A Version | pop | Glass Animals | 2,014 | [Verse 1]
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home
So you never know, never never know
Never know enough, 'til it's over love
'Til we lose control, system overload
Screaming, "No, no, no, n-nooo!"
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
See I wanna move, but can't escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
So everybody else don't have to know
[Hook]
So keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Keeping your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, you lose
[Verse 2]
I'm not loving you, way I wanted to
I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true
I got something to lose, so I gotta move
I can't keep myself, and still keep you too
So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own
Somewhere far from home, in the danger zone
How many times did I tell you 'fore it finally got through?
You lose, you lose
I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to
See I had to go, see I had to move
No more wasting time, you can't wait for life
We're just wasting time, where's the finish line?
[Hook]
So keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Keeping your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, you lose
[Outro]
So keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Keeping your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, your love lock-down
Now keep your love lock-down, you lose
You lose
You lose
You lose | 2,206,409 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2014, titled "Love Lockdown - triple j Like A Version", by artist "Glass Animals". |
Planetary GO | rock | My Chemical Romance | 2,010 | [Intro]
There might be something outside your window
But you'll just never know
There could be something right past the turnpike gates
But you'll just never know
[Pre-Chorus]
If my velocity starts to make you sweat
Then just don't let go
And if their heaven ain't got a vacancy
Then we just, then we just, then we just, then we just
Get up and go!
[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen, truth is now acceptable
Fame is now injectable, process the progress
This core is critical, faith is unavailable
Lives become incredible, now, please understand that
I can't slow down, I won't be waiting for you
I can't stop now, because I'm dancing
This planet's ours to defend, ain't got no time to pretend
Don't fuck around, this is our last chance
[Pre-Chorus]
If my velocity starts to make you sweat
Then just don't let go
'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy
And we just, and we just, and we just, and we just
Get up and go!
[Chorus]
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Kill the party with me
And never go home
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Just leave the party with me
And never go home
[Verse 2]
You're unbelievable, ah, so unbelievable
Ah, you ruin everything, oh, you better go home
I'm unbelievable, yeah, I'm undefeatable
Yeah, let's ruin everything, blast it to the back row
They sell presentable, young, and so ingestible
Sterile and collectible, safe, and I can't stand it
This is a letter, my word is the Beretta
The sound of my vendetta against the ones that planned it
[Pre-Chorus]
If my velocity starts to make you sweat
Then just don't let go
'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy
Tell me: Who do you trust, do you trust? And we just
Get up and go!
[Chorus]
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Kill the party with me
And never go home
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Just leave the party with me
And never go home
[Bridge]
You keep eternity
Give us the radio
Deploy the battery
We're taking back control
Engage the energy
Light up the effigy
No chance to take it slow
By now, I'm sure you know
Know, know, know, know, know
Get up and go!
(1, 2, 3, go!)
[Chorus]
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Kill the party with me
And never go home
Who they want you to be
Who they wanted to see
Just leave the party with me
And never go home
(Are we home?) Are we still having fun?
Are you holding the gun?
(Take me home) Take the money and run
We'll never go home
(Can we go?) I've got nothing to lose
You've got nothing to say
(And leave home) And we're leaving today
We'll never go home
[Outro]
I think I'm gonna go now
I think I'm gonna go now
(Get up and go) I think I better go now
Go home!
Gonna go now, gonna go now
Gonna go now, gonna go now
(Get up and go) Gonna go now, gonna go now
Go home! | 320,264 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2010, titled "Planetary GO", by artist "My Chemical Romance". |
The Scarlet Letter Chap. 12 | misc | Nathaniel Hawthorne | 1,850 | XII. THE MINISTER'S VIGIL
Walking in the shadow of a dream, as it were, and perhaps actually under the influence of a species of somnambulism, Mr. Dimmesdale reached the spot where, now so long since, Hester Prynne had lived through her first hours of public ignominy. The same platform or scaffold, black and weather-stained with the storm or sunshine of seven long years, and foot-worn, too, with the tread of many culprits who had since ascended it, remained standing beneath the balcony of the meeting-house. The minister went up the steps.
It was an obscure night in early May. An unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon. If the same multitude which had stood as eye-witnesses while Hester Prynne sustained her punishment could now have been summoned forth, they would have discerned no face above the platform nor hardly the outline of a human shape, in the dark grey of the midnight. But the town was all asleep. There was no peril of discovery. The minister might stand there, if it so pleased him, until morning should redden in the east, without other risk than that the dank and chill night air would creep into his frame, and stiffen his joints with rheumatism, and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; thereby defrauding the expectant audience of to-morrow's prayer and sermon. No eye could see him, save that ever-wakeful one which had seen him in his closet, wielding the bloody scourge. Why, then, had he come hither? Was it but the mockery of penitence? A mockery, indeed, but in which his soul trifled with itself! A mockery at which angels blushed and wept, while fiends rejoiced with jeering laughter! He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure. Poor, miserable man! what right had infirmity like his to burden itself with crime? Crime is for the iron-nerved, who have their choice either to endure it, or, if it press too hard, to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose, and fling it off at once! This feeble and most sensitive of spirits could do neither, yet continually did one thing or another, which intertwined, in the same inextricable knot, the agony of heaven-defying guilt and vain repentance.
And thus, while standing on the scaffold, in this vain show of expiation, Mr. Dimmesdale was overcome with a great horror of mind, as if the universe were gazing at a scarlet token on his naked breast, right over his heart. On that spot, in very truth, there was, and there had long been, the gnawing and poisonous tooth of bodily pain. Without any effort of his will, or power to restrain himself, he shrieked aloud: an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound, and were bandying it to and fro.
"It is done!" muttered the minister, covering his face with his hands. "The whole town will awake and hurry forth, and find me here!"
But it was not so. The shriek had perhaps sounded with a far greater power, to his own startled ears, than it actually possessed. The town did not awake; or, if it did, the drowsy slumberers mistook the cry either for something frightful in a dream, or for the noise of witches, whose voices, at that period, were often heard to pass over the settlements or lonely cottages, as they rode with Satan through the air. The clergyman, therefore, hearing no symptoms of disturbance, uncovered his eyes and looked about him. At one of the chamber-windows of Governor Bellingham's mansion, which stood at some distance, on the line of another street, he beheld the appearance of the old magistrate himself with a lamp in his hand a white night-cap on his head, and a long white gown enveloping his figure. He looked like a ghost evoked unseasonably from the grave. The cry had evidently startled him. At another window of the same house, moreover appeared old Mistress Hibbins, the Governor's sister, also with a lamp, which even thus far off revealed the expression of her sour and discontented face. She thrust forth her head from the lattice, and looked anxiously upward. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, this venerable witch-lady had heard Mr. Dimmesdale's outcry, and interpreted it, with its multitudinous echoes and reverberations, as the clamour of the fiends and night-hags, with whom she was well known to make excursions in the forest.
Detecting the gleam of Governor Bellingham's lamp, the old lady quickly extinguished her own, and vanished. Possibly, she went up among the clouds. The minister saw nothing further of her motions. The magistrate, after a wary observation of the darkness—into which, nevertheless, he could see but little further than he might into a mill-stone—retired from the window.
The minister grew comparatively calm. His eyes, however, were soon greeted by a little glimmering light, which, at first a long way off was approaching up the street. It threw a gleam of recognition, on here a post, and there a garden fence, and here a latticed window-pane, and there a pump, with its full trough of water, and here again an arched door of oak, with an iron knocker, and a rough log for the door-step. The Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale noted all these minute particulars, even while firmly convinced that the doom of his existence was stealing onward, in the footsteps which he now heard; and that the gleam of the lantern would fall upon him in a few moments more, and reveal his long-hidden secret. As the light drew nearer, he beheld, within its illuminated circle, his brother clergyman—or, to speak more accurately, his professional father, as well as highly valued friend—the Reverend Mr. Wilson, who, as Mr. Dimmesdale now conjectured, had been praying at the bedside of some dying man. And so he had. The good old minister came freshly from the death-chamber of Governor Winthrop, who had passed from earth to heaven within that very hour. And now surrounded, like the saint-like personage of olden times, with a radiant halo, that glorified him amid this gloomy night of sin—as if the departed Governor had left him an inheritance of his glory, or as if he had caught upon himself the distant shine of the celestial city, while looking thitherward to see the triumphant pilgrim pass within its gates—now, in short, good Father Wilson was moving homeward, aiding his footsteps with a lighted lantern! The glimmer of this luminary suggested the above conceits to Mr. Dimmesdale, who smiled—nay, almost laughed at them—and then wondered if he was going mad.
As the Reverend Mr. Wilson passed beside the scaffold, closely muffling his Geneva cloak about him with one arm, and holding the lantern before his breast with the other, the minister could hardly restrain himself from speaking—
"A good evening to you, venerable Father Wilson. Come up hither, I pray you, and pass a pleasant hour with me!"
Good Heavens! Had Mr. Dimmesdale actually spoken? For one instant he believed that these words had passed his lips. But they were uttered only within his imagination. The venerable Father Wilson continued to step slowly onward, looking carefully at the muddy pathway before his feet, and never once turning his head towards the guilty platform. When the light of the glimmering lantern had faded quite away, the minister discovered, by the faintness which came over him, that the last few moments had been a crisis of terrible anxiety, although his mind had made an involuntary effort to relieve itself by a kind of lurid playfulness.
Shortly afterwards, the like grisly sense of the humorous again stole in among the solemn phantoms of his thought. He felt his limbs growing stiff with the unaccustomed chilliness of the night, and doubted whether he should be able to descend the steps of the scaffold. Morning would break and find him there. The neighbourhood would begin to rouse itself. The earliest riser, coming forth in the dim twilight, would perceive a vaguely-defined figure aloft on the place of shame; and half-crazed betwixt alarm and curiosity, would go knocking from door to door, summoning all the people to behold the ghost—as he needs must think it—of some defunct transgressor. A dusky tumult would flap its wings from one house to another. Then—the morning light still waxing stronger—old patriarchs would rise up in great haste, each in his flannel gown, and matronly dames, without pausing to put off their night-gear. The whole tribe of decorous personages, who had never heretofore been seen with a single hair of their heads awry, would start into public view with the disorder of a nightmare in their aspects. Old Governor Bellingham would come grimly forth, with his King James' ruff fastened askew, and Mistress Hibbins, with some twigs of the forest clinging to her skirts, and looking sourer than ever, as having hardly got a wink of sleep after her night ride; and good Father Wilson too, after spending half the night at a death-bed, and liking ill to be disturbed, thus early, out of his dreams about the glorified saints. Hither, likewise, would come the elders and deacons of Mr. Dimmesdale's church, and the young virgins who so idolized their minister, and had made a shrine for him in their white bosoms, which now, by-the-bye, in their hurry and confusion, they would scantly have given themselves time to cover with their kerchiefs. All people, in a word, would come stumbling over their thresholds, and turning up their amazed and horror-stricken visages around the scaffold. Whom would they discern there, with the red eastern light upon his brow? Whom, but the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, half-frozen to death, overwhelmed with shame, and standing where Hester Prynne had stood!
Carried away by the grotesque horror of this picture, the minister, unawares, and to his own infinite alarm, burst into a great peal of laughter. It was immediately responded to by a light, airy, childish laugh, in which, with a thrill of the heart—but he knew not whether of exquisite pain, or pleasure as acute—he recognised the tones of little Pearl.
"Pearl! Little Pearl!" cried he, after a moment's pause; then, suppressing his voice—"Hester! Hester Prynne! Are you there?"
"Yes; it is Hester Prynne!" she replied, in a tone of surprise; and the minister heard her footsteps approaching from the side-walk, along which she had been passing. "It is I, and my little Pearl."
"Whence come you, Hester?" asked the minister. "What sent you hither?"
"I have been watching at a death-bed," answered Hester Prynne "at Governor Winthrop's death-bed, and have taken his measure for a robe, and am now going homeward to my dwelling."
"Come up hither, Hester, thou and little Pearl," said the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. "Ye have both been here before, but I was not with you. Come up hither once again, and we will stand all three together."
She silently ascended the steps, and stood on the platform, holding little Pearl by the hand. The minister felt for the child's other hand, and took it. The moment that he did so, there came what seemed a tumultuous rush of new life, other life than his own pouring like a torrent into his heart, and hurrying through all his veins, as if the mother and the child were communicating their vital warmth to his half-torpid system. The three formed an electric chain.
"Minister!" whispered little Pearl.
"What wouldst thou say, child?" asked Mr. Dimmesdale.
"Wilt thou stand here with mother and me, to-morrow noontide?" inquired Pearl.
"Nay; not so, my little Pearl," answered the minister; for, with the new energy of the moment, all the dread of public exposure, that had so long been the anguish of his life, had returned upon him; and he was already trembling at the conjunction in which—with a strange joy, nevertheless—he now found himself—"not so, my child. I shall, indeed, stand with thy mother and thee one other day, but not to-morrow."
Pearl laughed, and attempted to pull away her hand. But the minister held it fast.
"A moment longer, my child!" said he.
"But wilt thou promise," asked Pearl, "to take my hand, and mother's hand, to-morrow noontide?"
"Not then, Pearl," said the minister; "but another time."
"And what other time?" persisted the child.
"At the great judgment day," whispered the minister; and, strangely enough, the sense that he was a professional teacher of the truth impelled him to answer the child so. "Then, and there, before the judgment-seat, thy mother, and thou, and I must stand together. But the daylight of this world shall not see our meeting!"
Pearl laughed again.
But before Mr. Dimmesdale had done speaking, a light gleamed far and wide over all the muffled sky. It was doubtless caused by one of those meteors, which the night-watcher may so often observe burning out to waste, in the vacant regions of the atmosphere. So powerful was its radiance, that it thoroughly illuminated the dense medium of cloud betwixt the sky and earth. The great vault brightened, like the dome of an immense lamp. It showed the familiar scene of the street with the distinctness of mid-day, but also with the awfulness that is always imparted to familiar objects by an unaccustomed light. The wooden houses, with their jutting storeys and quaint gable-peaks; the doorsteps and thresholds with the early grass springing up about them; the garden-plots, black with freshly-turned earth; the wheel-track, little worn, and even in the market-place margined with green on either side—all were visible, but with a singularity of aspect that seemed to give another moral interpretation to the things of this world than they had ever borne before. And there stood the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, with the embroidered letter glimmering on her bosom; and little Pearl, herself a symbol, and the connecting link between those two. They stood in the noon of that strange and solemn splendour, as if it were the light that is to reveal all secrets, and the daybreak that shall unite all who belong to one another.
There was witchcraft in little Pearl's eyes; and her face, as she glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its expression frequently so elvish. She withdrew her hand from Mr. Dimmesdale's, and pointed across the street. But he clasped both his hands over his breast, and cast his eyes towards the zenith.
Nothing was more common, in those days, than to interpret all meteoric appearances, and other natural phenomena that occurred with less regularity than the rise and set of sun and moon, as so many revelations from a supernatural source. Thus, a blazing spear, a sword of flame, a bow, or a sheaf of arrows seen in the midnight sky, prefigured Indian warfare. Pestilence was known to have been foreboded by a shower of crimson light. We doubt whether any marked event, for good or evil, ever befell New England, from its settlement down to revolutionary times, of which the inhabitants had not been previously warned by some spectacle of its nature. Not seldom, it had been seen by multitudes. Oftener, however, its credibility rested on the faith of some lonely eye-witness, who beheld the wonder through the coloured, magnifying, and distorted medium of his imagination, and shaped it more distinctly in his after-thought. It was, indeed, a majestic idea that the destiny of nations should be revealed, in these awful hieroglyphics, on the cope of heaven. A scroll so wide might not be deemed too expensive for Providence to write a people's doom upon. The belief was a favourite one with our forefathers, as betokening that their infant commonwealth was under a celestial guardianship of peculiar intimacy and strictness. But what shall we say, when an individual discovers a revelation addressed to himself alone, on the same vast sheet of record. In such a case, it could only be the symptom of a highly disordered mental state, when a man, rendered morbidly self-contemplative by long, intense, and secret pain, had extended his egotism over the whole expanse of nature, until the firmament itself should appear no more than a fitting page for his soul's history and fate.
We impute it, therefore, solely to the disease in his own eye and heart that the minister, looking upward to the zenith, beheld there the appearance of an immense letter—the letter A—marked out in lines of dull red light. Not but the meteor may have shown itself at that point, burning duskily through a veil of cloud, but with no such shape as his guilty imagination gave it, or, at least, with so little definiteness, that another's guilt might have seen another symbol in it.
There was a singular circumstance that characterised Mr. Dimmesdale's psychological state at this moment. All the time that he gazed upward to the zenith, he was, nevertheless, perfectly aware that little Pearl was pointing her finger towards old Roger Chillingworth, who stood at no great distance from the scaffold. The minister appeared to see him, with the same glance that discerned the miraculous letter. To his feature as to all other objects, the meteoric light imparted a new expression; or it might well be that the physician was not careful then, as at all other times, to hide the malevolence with which he looked upon his victim. Certainly, if the meteor kindled up the sky, and disclosed the earth, with an awfulness that admonished Hester Prynne and the clergyman of the day of judgment, then might Roger Chillingworth have passed with them for the arch-fiend, standing there with a smile and scowl, to claim his own. So vivid was the expression, or so intense the minister's perception of it, that it seemed still to remain painted on the darkness after the meteor had vanished, with an effect as if the street and all things else were at once annihilated.
"Who is that man, Hester?" gasped Mr. Dimmesdale, overcome with terror. "I shiver at him! Dost thou know the man? I hate him, Hester!"
She remembered her oath, and was silent.
"I tell thee, my soul shivers at him!" muttered the minister again. "Who is he? Who is he? Canst thou do nothing for me? I have a nameless horror of the man!"
"Minister," said little Pearl, "I can tell thee who he is!"
"Quickly, then, child!" said the minister, bending his ear close to her lips. "Quickly, and as low as thou canst whisper."
Pearl mumbled something into his ear that sounded, indeed, like human language, but was only such gibberish as children may be heard amusing themselves with by the hour together. At all events, if it involved any secret information in regard to old Roger Chillingworth, it was in a tongue unknown to the erudite clergyman, and did but increase the bewilderment of his mind. The elvish child then laughed aloud.
"Dost thou mock me now?" said the minister.
"Thou wast not bold!—thou wast not true!" answered the child. "Thou wouldst not promise to take my hand, and mother's hand, to-morrow noon-tide!"
"Worthy sir," answered the physician, who had now advanced to the foot of the platform—"pious Master Dimmesdale! can this be you? Well, well, indeed! We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straitly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep. Come, good sir, and my dear friend, I pray you let me lead you home!"
"How knewest thou that I was here?" asked the minister, fearfully.
"Verily, and in good faith," answered Roger Chillingworth, "I knew nothing of the matter. I had spent the better part of the night at the bedside of the worshipful Governor Winthrop, doing what my poor skill might to give him ease. He, going home to a better world, I, likewise, was on my way homeward, when this light shone out. Come with me, I beseech you, Reverend sir, else you will be poorly able to do Sabbath duty to-morrow. Aha! see now how they trouble the brain—these books!—these books! You should study less, good sir, and take a little pastime, or these night whimsies will grow upon you."
"I will go home with you," said Mr. Dimmesdale.
With a chill despondency, like one awakening, all nerveless, from an ugly dream, he yielded himself to the physician, and was led away.
The next day, however, being the Sabbath, he preached a discourse which was held to be the richest and most powerful, and the most replete with heavenly influences, that had ever proceeded from his lips. Souls, it is said, more souls than one, were brought to the truth by the efficacy of that sermon, and vowed within themselves to cherish a holy gratitude towards Mr. Dimmesdale throughout the long hereafter. But as he came down the pulpit steps, the grey-bearded sexton met him, holding up a black glove, which the minister recognised as his own.
"It was found," said the Sexton, "this morning on the scaffold where evil-doers are set up to public shame. Satan dropped it there, I take it, intending a scurrilous jest against your reverence. But, indeed, he was blind and foolish, as he ever and always is. A pure hand needs no glove to cover it!"
"Thank you, my good friend," said the minister, gravely, but startled at heart; for so confused was his remembrance, that he had almost brought himself to look at the events of the past night as visionary.
"Yes, it seems to be my glove, indeed!"
"And, since Satan saw fit to steal it, your reverence must needs handle him without gloves henceforward," remarked the old sexton, grimly smiling. "But did your reverence hear of the portent that was seen last night? a great red letter in the sky—the letter A, which we interpret to stand for Angel. For, as our good Governor Winthrop was made an angel this past night, it was doubtless held fit that there should be some notice thereof!"
"No," answered the minister; "I had not heard of it." | 161,285 | English | Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1850, titled "The Scarlet Letter Chap. 12", by artist "Nathaniel Hawthorne". |
TAEYONG - BLUE English Translation | rock | Genius English Translations | 2,021 | [Intro]
It's okay, it's okay now
It's okay, it's okay
I'm used to it, I'm used to it now, oh
[Verse 1]
We go inside of the empty space
The color inside of it is blue
The end of it is the universe
It comes to me, out of the blue
We go inside of the empty space
The color inside of it is blue
The end of it is the universe
It comes to me, out of the blue
[Pre-Chorus]
We fly high
We fly high
[Chorus]
I can fill this void if you want it
I won't go in too deep
The side of your heart that is aching
I hope you show it to mе, it won't be embarrassing
Just pour it all out
Dive in thе blue, dive in the blue with you
Dive in the blue, dive in the blue with you
The longing and loneliness too, eh, eh
Pour out everything
[Verse 2]
I've been feeling out of my
I've been hiding and blaming myself again
I know it's wrong, but I keep doing it
I need you tonight
How do I live now? Where do I go now?
Don't wanna live a liar, yeah
This long you, this long night
This long you, this long morning
In this long life, it's like I'm fading into ashes
[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna fly high
I wanna fly high
[Chorus]
I can fill this void if you want it
I won't go in too deep
The side of your heart that is aching
I hope you show it to me, it won't be embarrassing
I'm exhausted by everything
I'm tired of this everything
At the end of the day
So the day can be bright again
[Bridge]
In my dreams, I'm drowsy again
I spit out something new to fill in the holes
I set a path to see my reflection in the mirror
So that I can learn to love myself just the way I am, woah
Even if you can't understand me
Please grab me and hug me until this day ends
Some people call me a fool
Some people say I shouldn't try to understand others
Yet the resentment would confine me
And keep me from getting out of it
[Chorus]
I can fill this void if you want it
I won't go in too deep
The side of your heart that is aching
Pour out everything to me
I can fill this void if you want it
I won't go in too deep
The side of your heart that is aching
I hope you show it to me, it won't be embarrassing
Just pour it all out
Dive in the blue, dive in the blue with you
Dive in the blue, dive in the blue with you
The longing and loneliness too, eh, eh
Pour out everything to me
[Outro]
Dive in the blue, dive in the blue with you
The longing and loneliness too, eh, eh
Pour out everything | 6,718,633 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2021, titled "TAEYONG - BLUE English Translation", by artist "Genius English Translations". |
Lily the Pink | pop | The Irish Rovers | 2,015 | We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of (the savior of) the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case
Here's a story, a little bit gory
A little bit happy, a little bit sad
Of Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound
And how it slowly drove her to the bad
Meet Ebenezer, thought he was Julius Caesar
So they put him in a home
And then they gave him medicinal compound
And now he's Emperor of Rome
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of (the savior of) the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case
And Freddie Clinger, the opera singer
Who could break glasses with his voice they said
So on his tonsils he rubbed medicinal compound
And now they break glasses over his head
Meet Johnny Hammer had a t-t-terrible s-s-stammer
He could b-barely say a word
So they gave him medicinal compound
And now he's seen, but never heard
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of (the savior of) the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case
And Uncle Paul, he was very small. He
Was the shortest man in town
So on his body he rubbed medicinal compound
And now he's six foot, but it's underground
Lily died and went up to heaven
Oh, the church bells they did ring
She took with her medicinal compound
Hark the herald angels sing
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of (the savior of) the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of (the savior of) the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case | 1,459,031 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2015, titled "Lily the Pink", by artist "The Irish Rovers". |
All Said and Done | rock | Sturgill Simpson | 2,019 | [Verse 1]
Spent the last year going out of my mind
Looking for reasons I could never find
Until I put my finger on it and saw every sign
Take all you can get, keep your fingers off of mine
[Verse 2]
Sitting in the tower without a clue or care
Anchored by opportunists hangin' off of my hair
Handing silver ladders out to anyone who dares
To climb all the way up to the top just to get kicked down the stairs
[Chorus]
Bein' pulled a million ways all at the same time
It's enough to make anyone go insane
When you find yourself forgetting all your own rhymes
And givin' up on dreams floating 'round inside your brain
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
Bein' pulled a million ways all at the same time
It's enough to make anyone go insane
When you find yourself forgetting all your own rhymes
And givin' up on the dreams floating 'round inside your brain
[Outro]
Keep staring at the pages, coming up with the same lines
It's all been said and done by now, two or three times | 4,798,679 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2019, titled "All Said and Done", by artist "Sturgill Simpson". |
Eternity With You | rock | Adventure Time | 2,020 | [Verse 1]
Turns out this broken glass will not be healing
And I'm just tryna put away my feelings for you
'Cause I messed up so bad, thought I was dreaming
I'm not sure of who I am anymore
But honestly, I think you are the coolest
And you don't even mind that I'm a broken, lost soul
And I don't wanna sound all sweet and sappy
But all I wanna do is make you happy
You know?
[Chorus]
Yeah, all I really wanna do
Is spend all of eternity with you
Yeah, all I really wanna do
Is spend all of eternity with you
[Verse 2]
But honestly, I think you are the coolest
And you don't even mind that I'm a broken, lost soul
And I don't ever wanna see you shattered
'Cause you're the only thing that even matters
You know?
[Chorus]
Yeah, all I really wanna do
Is spend all of eternity with you
Yeah, all I really wanna do
Is spend all of eternity with you
Yeah, all I really wanna do
Is spend all of eternity with you | 6,190,399 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2020, titled "Eternity With You", by artist "Adventure Time". |
Dream of You | pop | Camila Cabello | 2,019 | [Verse 1]
He's a bad dancer, he's the right answer
He's a shy singer most of the time
Unless it's him and I
He's an over-thinker, he's a slow kisser
A confessed sinner all of the time
When it's him and I
[Pre-Chorus]
And you squeeze my hands two times, three times
And believe me, I'll love you always, always
[Chorus]
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you
All I do, since I met you, is dream of you
So could you stay with me, lay with me
Talking 'bout nothing?
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you
[Verse 2]
I was not living, I was just writing about it
With my head spinning
Days passing by most of the time, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
And you squeeze my hands two times, three times
And believe me, I'll love you always, always (Always)
[Chorus]
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you
All I do, since I met you, is dream of you
So could you stay with me, lay with me
Talking 'bout nothing? Yeah
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you
[Post-Chorus]
I dream of you
I dream of you
I dream of you
Yeah, only you
I dream of you
Yeah, only you
I dream of you, ooh
[Bridge]
Please say you dream of me too
Can you please say you dream of me too
Woah, boy, boy
[Chorus]
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you (All I do, of you)
All I do, since I met you, is dream of you (Since I met you, babe, since I met you, babe)
So could you stay with me, lay with me
Talking 'bout nothing? Yeah (Oh)
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you (All I do, all I do, all I do, all I do, all I do, ah)
[Post-Chorus]
I dream of you (Oh, ah)
I dream of you (Ooh)
I dream of you
Yeah, only you (Only you)
I dream of you (I dream of you)
Yeah, only you (I dream)
I dream of you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
All I do, the whole day through, is dream of you | 5,031,377 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "Dream of You", by artist "Camila Cabello". |
Morgana | rock | Lord of the Lost | 2,018 | Fate will echo
Between the worlds
Through the shores of the
Fallen souls
To this land that I served with pride
Visions clear in the
Fading light
And we walk through the shadows of pain
Come and walk with me...
TO THE END!
ALL IS CONDEMNED!
SO
Walk to the end!
FREE FRO REGRET!
YET
Will I ascend to her?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Bodies wilt but the mind’s serene...
For a life worthy of
Her grace...
My desire as I depart
Give my piece back to her
Lone heart...
TO THE END!
ALL IS CONDEMNED!
SO
Walk to the end!
FREE FRO REGRET!
YET
Will I ascend to her?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
I have to run through
The shadows of hate
To be hers
AGAIN!
TO THE END!
ALL IS CONDEMNED!
SO
Walk to the end!
FREE FRO REGRET!
SO
WALK TO THE END!
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Will I meet Morgana soon?
Will I meet Morgana soon? | 3,790,362 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2018, titled "Morgana", by artist "Lord of the Lost". |
Goody Goody | pop | Frankie Lymon | 2,015 | So you met someone who
Set you back on your heels
Goody goody!
So you met someone and
Now you know how it feels
Goody goody!
So you gave him your heart too
Just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces
And now how do you do?
So you lie awake
Just singing the blues all night
Goody goody!
So you think that love's a
Barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah!
You had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him
Goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied
You rascal you... hey!
So you met someone who
Set you back on your heels
Goody goody!
So you met someone and
Now you know how it feels
Goody goody!
So you gave him your heart too
Just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces
And now how do you do?
So you lie awake
Just singing the blues all night
Goody goody!
So you think that love's a barrel
Of dynamite
Oo-oo, hurray and hallelujah!
You had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him
Goody goody goody for me!
Your love has been denied
You've been taken for a ride
And I hope you're satisfied
You rascal you! | 1,053,127 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2015, titled "Goody Goody", by artist "Frankie Lymon". |
Loud Places | pop | Jamie xx | 2,015 | [Verse 1: Romy]
I go to loud places
To search for someone
To be quiet with
Who will take me home
You go to loud places
To find someone who
Will take you higher than
I took you
[Chorus: Romy]
Didn't I take you to
Higher places you can't reach without me?
(I have never reached such heights) Reach without me
(I feel music in your eyes
I have never reached such heights)
[Verse 2: Romy]
I go to those places
Where we used to go
They seem so quiet now
I'm here, all alone
You go to new places
With I don't know who
And I don't know how
To follow you
[Bridge: Romy]
Higher
I take you higher and I’ll take you
Didn’t I take you higher?
I take you higher
I take you higher and I take you
Didn’t I take you higher?
I take you
[Chorus: Romy]
Didn't I take you to
Higher places you can't reach without me?
(I have never reached such heights) Reach without me
(I feel music in your eyes
I have never reached such heights)
(I feel music in your eyes
I have never reached such heights
I feel music in your eyes
I have never reached such heights)
[Outro: Romy]
You're in ecstasy without me
When you come down
I won't be around | 733,063 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2015, titled "Loud Places", by artist "Jamie xx". |
Dont Say It | rb | Cameron J | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
I'm not gonna hide what I'm feelin'
You got this vibe that I'm feelin'
Oo, it's so right when we chillin'
And I can tell when we're kissing
Your loving is the thing I've been missing
The only one I want to be around
Make me wanna put my phone down, phone down
Now we all alone now
My head spinning around
[Hook]
I want you...
Love me like you never been hurt before
Kiss me like you never been hurt before
I'ma treat you right baby rest assure
Nothing you can do to make me want you more
I like it when we kick it, wanna chill with you
I'm not gonna lie, I keep it real with you
Wanna make a pact, and make a deal with you
And we can rearrange it, don't go changing
[Chorus]
Don't change on me
Always be true
Always be you
Don't start acting brand new [x2]
Ay
'Cause I like the way it is
And I like the way we are
Don't go changing on me baby
Don't go breaking my heart
If you don't mean it
Don't tell me don't say it no no
If you don't mean it
Don't tell me that you love me [x2]
[Verse 2]
I'm not gonna hide my emotions
Keep it honest keep it open
Love is only right when it's spoken
And backed up with an action
Far beyond physical attraction
The only one I never change on
Make me put my last name on, game on
Shame, know you dead wrong
If you think I will go
[Hook]
I want you...
Love me like you never been hurt before
Kiss me like you never been hurt before
I'ma treat you right baby rest assure
Nothing you can do to make me want you more
I like it when we kick it, wanna chill with you
I'm not gonna lie, I keep it real with you
Wanna make a pact, and make a deal with you
And we can rearrange it, don't go changing
[Chorus]
Don't change on me
Always be true
Always be you
Don't start acting brand new [x2]
Ay
'Cause I like the way it is
And I like the way we are
Don't go changing on me baby
Don't go breaking my heart
If you don't mean it
Don't tell me don't say it no no
If you don't mean it
Don't tell me that you love me [x2] | 2,428,135 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 2016, titled "Dont Say It", by artist "Cameron J". |
King of the North | rap | Bugzy Malone | 2,017 | [Hook]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North they call me the-
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North-
King!
[Verse 1]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Right now you're listening to the King of the North
Yo'
Can I get a clap please?
Can I have the bell start ringing?
Can we have the ladies singing?
Cause this one gotta be right
And this isn't a funeral
So you can take the black clothes off
Can everybody switch their phones off
We're gonna celebrate life
Is that the horns that's sounding?
Hopefully we've not got long left
Is there anybody out there?
Alright, we're going in five
How do I look, am I decent?
Do you think I should change this footwear?
To something a little more formal, no?
Alright let's celebrate life
[Verse 2]
I'm the King of the North
Like it or lump it, fuck what you thought
They come out in the thousands just to support
They play trumpets in the background when I talk
I wear tracksuits not to be casual
I just don't wanna change now that I'm rich
I wanna wear what I wore when I was poor
And right now I'm tryin' to inspire the kids
I changed the game
I changed the game so much
Them niggas are physically scared
When I'm in your face
I'm everywhere to the point man think their visions impaired
They don't want me to win
They don't want me to get a trophy
They want me to kiss their feet
But I'm not the king, cause I said that I was the king
Just listen to the people speak
[Hook]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North they call me the-
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North-
King!
[Verse 3]
I'm King of the North
Forget what other MC's wanna say
Me, I got given this name by the fans
And I'm not letting 'em down, no way!
Cause they say fortune favours the brave
Now that I'm lucky enough to have fans
They know that I will die for this shit
I've already got one foot in the grave
And I'm knee deep, into this music 'ting and all I wanted to do was vent
Now I've got Wireless and when I do Wireless there's hardly any room left in the tent
Housing benefits would pay for the rent
I would sell a Henry the eighth to my friend
I've done my first CD in 2-10
Now I do a CD and I get a top ten
Mum was scared
I was on the road so much
I forgot what it was to be safe
Plus I'd be carrying a bladed article, just in case anybody got in my face
She gotta be fast if you gonna take chase
You gotta be bad if you're gonna show face
But I swore to God that I'd make it
And now that I made it, can somebody say grace? (Please)
[Outro]
How's everybody feelin'?
Don't want anybody nervous
I've come to serve one purpose
And that's celebrate life
Can you make sure the old king's watching
And the prince if you can please
You got them a seat right?
Let them see me shine
Can I just say thanks to my true fans
Without you, I wouldn't have made it
You walk with me and I'm grateful
And I'm no longer facing time
But how do I look, am I decent?
Do you think I should change this footwear?
To something a little more formal, no?
Alright let's celebrate life
[Hook]
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North they call me the-
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North-
King!
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North they call me the-
King! King! King! King! King! King!
I'm King of the North-
King! | 3,157,004 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2017, titled "King of the North", by artist "Bugzy Malone". |
Van Nuys | rock | Hotel Books | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
Every church has a steeple
And their own form of suicide
And I’d like to think if I lived through the Bible
Soon after, I would have probably died
But I have no weapons, just a lot of ammunition
And the muddy waters I’m stepping in
Until you showed me my own wisdom
I promised myself I’d never neglect another gray sky
Take another trip to Van Nuys and stop at Best Buy
To see if the record I wrote has sold enough
For me to just fade out and let time pass by
[Chorus]
And I don’t know where I stand
So I guess I’ll just fall apart
Because I know that there’s blood on my hands
If there’s still hate in my heart
And I don’t know where I stand
So I guess I’ll just fall apart
Because I know there’s blood on my hands
If there’s still hate in my heart
[Verse 2]
I booked a flight back to Los Angeles
I’ll be back in the valley, I hope you can handle it
Because nothing says "I love you" quite like your iron fist
And I’m fine with it, as long as you’re happy
And I guess there’s a reason the artist is rarely in the painting
A self-portrait is too personal to create for sustaining
So where is God in this creation, other than our clouds?
This mystery we pray to, hoping it will water our grounds
[Chorus]
And I don’t know where I stand
So I guess I’ll just fall apart
And I know that there’s blood on my hands
If there’s still hate in my heart
And I don’t know where I stand
So I guess I’ll just fall apart
'Cause I know that there’s still blood on my hands
If there’s hate in my heart
[Bridge]
Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I’m picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I’m picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
I’m afraid of love
[Voice Message]
"H-hello?"
"Hey, uhm, I just, I don't think I can do this anymore."
[Bridge]
Let this song be a memorial, to when I knew who I was
I’m picturing out my burial, but my heart is afraid of love
I’m afraid of love
[Voice Message]
"You're so busy all the time, and I haven't seen you in months." | 2,871,080 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2016, titled "Van Nuys", by artist "Hotel Books". |
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner | rock | Warren Zevon | 1,978 | [Verse 1]
Roland was a warrior
From the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire
Fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark
On a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra
To join the bloody fray
[Verse 2]
Through sixty-six and seven
They fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers
Knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled
The Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living
And to help out the Congolese
[Chorus]
Roland the Thompson gunner
Roland the Thompson gunner
[Verse 3]
His comrades fought beside him
Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners
Roland was the best
So the CIA decided
They wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen
Blew off Roland's head
[Chorus]
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time for another peaceful war)
Norway's bravest son
(But time stands still for Roland 'til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body
Stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
[Verse 4]
Roland searched the continent
For the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa
In a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun
He didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body
From there to Johannesburg
[Chorus]
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Talkin' about the man)
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
[Verse 5]
The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later
But he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon
In Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst
Of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it | 492,323 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1978, titled "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner", by artist "Warren Zevon". |
Mona Lisa | pop | Nat "King" Cole | 1,952 | [Verse 1]
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?
[Outro]
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa | 1,184,586 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1952, titled "Mona Lisa", by artist "Nat "King" Cole". |
Strangers | pop | Jonas Brothers | 2,019 | [Verse 1: Nick Jonas]
I came here looking for another excuse
To run away from something beautiful
It's like it’s driving me closer to you
Every step back pulls me right back to you
[Pre-Chorus: Nick Jonas]
Time stands still and it's only us
What we feel started way before we ever touched
Just imagine only us
Yeah, you found me right before I'd given up
[Chorus: Joe Jonas]
I just saw the lightning strike
Knew it right then when I looked in your eyes
And I said to myself, "It’s no surprise we ain't strangers"
Strangers tonight
Must be from a different life
Been here before and it just feels right
No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't strangers
Strangers tonight
[Post-Chorus: Joe Jonas & Nick Jonas]
Strangers (strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight
[Verse 2: Nick Jonas]
You say my name like it's been on your lips
Familiar in ways I can't explain
You got a heart that I know I can miss
Hold me like that and pull me right back again
[Pre-Chorus: Nick Jonas]
Time stands still and it's only us
What we feel started way before we ever touched
Just imagine only us
Yeah, you found me right before I'd given up
[Chorus: Joe Jonas]
I just saw the lightning strike
Knew it right then when I looked in your eyes
And I said to myself, "It’s no surprise we ain’t strangers"
Strangers tonight
Must be from a different life
Been here before and it just feels right
No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain’t strangers
Strangers tonight
[Post-Chorus: Joe Jonas & Nick Jonas]
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight
[Bridge: Nick Jonas]
I came here looking for another excuse
To run away from something beautiful
It's like it's driving me closer to you
Every step back pulls me right back
[Chorus: Joe Jonas]
I just saw the lightning strike
Knew it right then when I looked in your eyes
And I said to myself, "It's no surprise we ain’t strangers"
Strangers tonight
Must be from a different life
Been here before and it just feels right
No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't strangers
Strangers tonight
[Post-Chorus: Joe Jonas & Nick Jonas]
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers (Strangers)
Strangers tonight | 4,573,291 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "Strangers", by artist "Jonas Brothers". |
Blasphemy | rap | Tyler Joseph | 2,007 | [Verse 1]
I start to part two halves of my heart in the dark, and I
Don't know where I should go and the tears and the fears begin to multiply
Taking time in a simple place; in my bed where my head rests on a pillowcase
And it's said that a war's lead but I forget that I let another day go by
I want to be afraid but it seems that these days
I'm caught under water and I'm falling farther
My heart's getting harder, I'm calling my father
Am I screaming to an empty sky?
Empty sky, no way, that's me cause one half of my heart is free
Empty sky, no way, that's me, cause the other half of my heart's asleep
[Chorus]
Sing a song but don't believe
Blasphemy is just for me
Hypocrite, take your pick
Cause the poison's on my lips
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
[Verse 2]
Lights, camera, action, satisfaction
At your finger tips no one's lacking stuff
But it's not enough when it seems that
We have enough stuff just to blow stuff up
Lights, camera, stop! We're killing ourselves
Just to get to the top
But we won't stop talking about what we got
And how we all love it when we're loved a lot
Enough about you, let's talk about me
And how everybody thinks I'm just so free
Free? Did you hear the verse that came first
And how my own body's waging war on me?
I bet you didn't know something as absurd
There's a word that is said more than any other word
It's sorry, sorry
And I pray that the word was heard
[Chorus]
Sing a song but don't believe
Blasphemy is just for me
Hypocrite, take your pick
Cause the poison's on my lips
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
Can I understand you?
[Bridge]
Oh, I want to be alive
When you see my eyes
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see..?
I want to be alive
When you see my eyes
Can I see your eyes?
Can I see your eyes?
[Outro]
Let the water wash away
Everything that you've become
On your knees, today is gone
And tomorrow's sure to come
Tomorrow's sure to come | 151,842 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2007, titled "Blasphemy", by artist "Tyler Joseph". |
I Have a Hole in My Tooth And My Dentist Is Shut | pop | dodie | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
I have a hole in my tooth and my dentist is shut
Maybe this is a sign that I'm all out of luck
Not that I had much of that in my life before
At least my teeth were okay and my gums weren't sore
[Verse 2]
I have a hole in my tooth and my dentist is closed
Will I have needles in my mouth? I do not know
Looks like I'll be worrying for at least a week
I hope I'm still allowed two sugars in my tea | 2,889,082 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2016, titled "I Have a Hole in My Tooth And My Dentist Is Shut", by artist "dodie". |
Smiling | rock | Alanis Morissette | 2,020 | [Verse 1]
This is a life of extremes
Both sides are slippery and enticing
These are my places off the rails
And this, my loose recollection of a falling
I barely remember who I failed
I was just trying to keep it together
[Chorus]
This is my first wave of my white flag
This is the sound of me hitting bottom
This, my surrender, if that's what you call it
In the anatomy of my crash
[Post-Chorus]
And I keep on smiling
Keep on moving
Can't stand still
[Verse 2]
Me, the notorious bottom dweller
Me, the ceiling-less brave explorer
Lured to the ends of overwhelm
[Chorus]
This is my first wave of the white flag
This is the sound of me hitting bottom
This, my surrender, if that's what I call it
In the anatomy of my crash
[Post-Chorus]
And I keep on smiling
Keep on moving
Can't stand still
[Verse 3]
Such pretty forks in the road
On this continuum I've been bouncing
Life flashing promise before my eyes
[Chorus]
This is my first wave of my white flag
This is the sound of me hitting bottom
This, my surrender, if I can bare it
In the anatomy of my crash
[Post-Chorus]
And I keep on smiling
Keep on moving
Can't stand still | 5,279,205 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2020, titled "Smiling", by artist "Alanis Morissette". |
I Dont Wanna Dance | rock | COIN | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
Dragging my feet
I feel like everybody's watching
Watching me cut my teeth
Grabbing my coat
And darling if I'm being honest
Honestly, I should go
[Pre-Chorus]
I let you down
I know it
I'll let you down over and over
[Chorus]
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
[Post-Chorus]
I don't, I don't know
I don't, I don't
[Verse 2]
Losing my cool
Over some accidental weekend
But honey I've got nothing to prove
And I know it seems cruel
You never call me on a Monday
Baby it's got nothing to do with you, no
[Pre-Chorus]
I let you down
I know it
I'll let you down over and over
[Chorus]
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
[Bridge]
I don't wanna let you down
I don't wanna let you down
I don't wanna let you down, no
I don't wanna let you down, oh no no no no no
[Chorus]
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how
I don't wanna dance
I don't know how to dance with you
[Outro]
I don't know how
I don't know how to dance with you
I don't, I don't know
I don't, I don't | 2,989,506 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2017, titled "I Dont Wanna Dance", by artist "COIN". |
Sahara | pop | DJ Snake | 2,016 | [Instrumental produced by DJ Snake and Skrillex]
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
[Intstrumental]
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone
Somehow this energy filled me with the holy ghost ghost ghost
We can get get get gone | 2,819,197 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2016, titled "Sahara", by artist "DJ Snake". |
The Space Between | rock | Dave Matthews Band | 2,001 | [Verse 1]
You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you, for me
No corner you could squeeze me?
But I got all the time for you, love
[Hook]
The space between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter - keeps us coming back for more
The space between
The wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain
[Verse 2]
But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing
[Hook 2]
We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild-eyed beast you be
The space between
The wicked lies we tell
In hope to keep safe from the pain
[Breakdown]
Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...
Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like
A devil in a church
In the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down
[Hook 3]
The space between
Where you smile and hide
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The space between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room
The space between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Take my hand
Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Is all we need dear
The space between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The space between
Your heart and mind
Is a space we'll fill with time
The space between
The tears we cry is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The space between
Our wicked lies where we hope to keep safe from pain
The space between
The space between | 88,425 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2001, titled "The Space Between", by artist "Dave Matthews Band". |
Call Me | pop | Tritonal | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
Call me crazy, call me cruel
Whatever works for you
Call me reckless, pull me up
But you can never hold your bluff
You can watch me from a distance
'Cause I don't see the difference
Let me talk, you gotta listen
You'll never take away the feelings
[Bridge]
So call me (call me)
Anything you want (anything you want)
As long as you call me (call me)
And don't you ever stop (don't you ever stop)
You can, put up your guard
Or keep me afar
But if you didn't want me
[Chorus]
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
Wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
You wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
Wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
You wouldn't ca-a-all me
[Drop]
No you wouldn't, no you wouldn't
Call me
No you wouldn't, no you wouldn't
Call me
[Verse 2]
Tell me something, tell me off
Tell me that I'm fucking up
Treat me mean, treat me unkind
As long as I am on your mind
You can watch me from a distance
'Cause I don't see the difference
Let me talk, you gotta listen
You'll never take away the feelings
[Bridge]
So call me (call me)
Anything you want (anything you want)
As long as you call me (call me)
And don't you ever stop (don't you ever stop)
You can, put up your guard
Or keep me afar
But if you didn't want me
[Chorus]
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
Wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
You wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
Wouldn't ca-a-all me
Then you wouldn't call me, call me
You wouldn't ca-a-all me
[Drop]
No you wouldn't, no you wouldn't
Call me
No you wouldn't, no you wouldn't
Call me | 3,321,128 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2017, titled "Call Me", by artist "Tritonal". |
willow | pop | Taylor Swift | 2,020 | [Verse 1]
I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night
Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife
And if it was an open-shut case
I never would've known from that look on your face
Lost in your current like a priceless wine
[Chorus]
The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
[Verse 2]
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in
As if you were a mythical thing
Like you were a trophy or a champion ring
And there was one prize I'd cheat to win
[Chorus]
The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
You know that my train could take you home
Anywhere else is hollow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
[Bridge]
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
But I come back stronger than a '90s trend
[Verse 3]
Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark
Show me the places where the others gave you scars
Now this is an open-shut case
I guess I should've known from the look on your face
Every bait-and-switch was a work of art
[Chorus]
The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
You know that my train could take you home
Anywhere else is hollow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
You know that my train could take you home
Anywhere else is hollow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man
[Outro]
Hey, that's my man
That's my man
Yeah, that's my man
Every bait-and-switch was a work of art
That's my man
Hey, that's my man
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Wreck my plans, that's my man | 6,260,155 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2020, titled "willow", by artist "Taylor Swift". |
Everywhere You Look Full House theme | pop | Jesse Frederick | 1,987 | [Verse]
What ever happened to predictability?
The milk man, the paper boy, the evening TV?
How did I get delivered here? Somebody tell me please
This old world's confusing me
[Pre-Chorus]
Clouds as mean as you've ever seen
Ain't a bird who knows your tune
Then a little voice inside you whispers
"Kid, don't sell your dreams so soon!"
[Chorus]
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go
There's a heart (there's a heart), a hand to hold onto
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go
There's a face of somebody who needs you
Everywhere you look
[Outro]
When you're lost out there and you're all alone
A light is waiting to carry you home
Everywhere you look
Everywhere you look
Shoo-bit-a-ba-ba-bow | 240,256 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1987, titled "Everywhere You Look Full House theme", by artist "Jesse Frederick". |
Im Bisexual a coming out song | pop | dodie | 2,017 | There is something I would like to tell you
I figured it out some time ago
I feel great, it makes me really happy
And I love you so I’d love for you to know
Have you heard of LGBTQ+?
Well I am the B
I have a heart that could love plural genders
Yes I’m Bi and I’m proud to be me
And just in case you were wondering
Yes I’m pretty sure it’s not a trend
And though I am all for experiments
I have experimented and I really really really really really really really like it
So
Thanks for listening, now you know more about me
Something I’m proud of
I am part of something really beautiful
Because love is love is love | 3,528,806 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2017, titled "Im Bisexual a coming out song", by artist "dodie". |
I Was Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery | rock | Woods of Ypres | 2,009 | [Chorus]
I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
Alone and unceremoniously
Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
When life was taken from me
[Verse 1]
Our tree was full and green, I had to leave it
The sadness was overwhelming, to be alone beneath it
The sun came down hot and hard, I could never sleep
To disappear was the only way I could find relief
[Chorus]
When I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
Alone and un-Sarah-moniously
Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
When life was taken so suddenly
[Verse 2]
First I paid my respects to Glenn Gould
And then I visited the grave of Alexander Muir
Next to Eaton's tomb, I hung my head and cried
Looking for Joseph Mulgrew, I gave up and died
When I was buried
[Bridge]
The birds sang, for the flowers in bloom, spring had just begun
Recently fitted for a suit, now lying in a box
By summer, I was gone, my remains stolen from the ground
My body never recovered and I was never found
Until now
[Chorus]
I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
Alone and unceremoniously
Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery
Between the monuments and trees
At the heart of the city
Amongst the statues and fountains
New life could begin
Where the old path I ran came to an end
David Gold Version 1.9, June 19th 1980 - May 11th, 2007 Aged 26 | 1,654,737 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2009, titled "I Was Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery", by artist "Woods of Ypres". |
Mirror | rap | Lil Wayne | 2,011 | [Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uh, with everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going, but
You think that ya on your way
Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Woah, look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I don't see nobody else
I see myself, I'm looking at the
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall (Woah)
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh)
You've been my only friend (Yeah)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you're all alone
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the..
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh)
You've been my only friend (My only friend)
You told me that they can't
Understand the man I am (They can't understand)
So why are we here (Misunderstood)
Talking to each other again? (Woah)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my fucking dad
Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors
I even look good in a broken mirror
I see my mama smile, that's a blessing
I see the change, I see the message
And no message coulda been any clearer
So I'm starting with the man in the...
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall (Uh)
You've been my only friend (Take 'em to Mars, man)
You told me that they can
Understand the man I am
So why are we
Talking to each other again? (Uh)
Mirror on the wall (Woah)
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (Any questions?)
You told me that they can (I come to you)
Understand the man I am (You always have the answer)
So why are we here
Talking to each other again?
[Outro: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne]
Mirror on the wall
Hey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time
So why are we
Talking to each other again? | 54,727 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2011, titled "Mirror", by artist "Lil Wayne". |
Obama Nation | rap | Lowkey | 2,010 | [Intro]
This track is not an attack upon the American people
It is an attack upon the system within which they live
Since 1945 the United States has attempted to overthrow more than 50 foreign governments
In the process the U.S. has caused the end of life for several million people, and condemned many millions more to a life of agony and despair
[Verse 1]
The strength of your dreamin' prevents you from reason
The American dream only makes sense if you're sleepin'
It's just a cruel fantasy,
Their politics took my voice away but their music gave it back to me
The land where their lumpen are consumed by consumption
Killing themselves to shovel down food in abundance
I guess a rapper from Britain is a rare voice
America is capitalism on steroids
Natives kept in casinos and reservations
Displaced slaves never given reparations
Take everything from Native Americans
And wonder why I call it the racist experiment
Afraid of your melanin, the same as it's ever been
That ain't gonna change with the race of the president
I see imperialism under your skin tone
You could call it Christopher Columbus syndrome
[Chorus]
O! Say can you see by the dawn's early light
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Doesn't make any difference when they bomb your nation)
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through perilous fight
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Doesn't make any difference when they bomb your nation)
[Verse 2]
The world's entertainer, the world's devastator
From Venezuela to Mesopotamia
Your cameras lie 'cause they have to hide the savage crimes
Committed on leaders that happen to try and nationalize
Eating competitions while the worlds been starvin'
Beat up communism with the help of bin Laden
Where would your war of terror be without that man?
Every day you create more Nidal Hassans
Kill a man from the military, you're a weirdo
But kill a wog from the Middle East you're a hero
Your country is causing screams that are never reaching ear holes
America inflicted a million ground zeros
Follow the dollar and swallow your humanity
Soldiers committing savagery you never even have to see
Those mad at me, writing in emails angrily
I'm not anti-America, America is anti-me
[Chorus]
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Doesn't make any difference when they bomb your nation)
O! Does that star spangled banner yet wave
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
O'er land of the free and the home of the brave
(Is it Obama's nation or an abomination?)
(Doesn't make any difference when they bomb your nation)
[Verse 3]
I don't care if him and Cheney are long lost relations
What matters more is the policies, I lost my patience
Stop debating, bringing race into conversation
Occupation and cooperation equals profit makin
It's over - people wake up from the dream now
Nobel peace prize, Jay-Z on speed dial
It's the substance within, not the colour of your skin
Are you the puppeteer or the puppet on the string?
So many believed it was instantly gonna change
There was still Dennis Ross
Brzezinski and Robert Gates
What happened to Chas Freeman? (AIPAC)
What happened to Tristan Anderson?
It's a machine that keeps that man breathing
I have the heart to say what all the other rappers aren't
Words like Iraq, Palestine, Afghanistan
The war's on, and you morons were all wrong
I call Obama a bomber 'cause those are your bombs | 3,833 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2010, titled "Obama Nation", by artist "Lowkey". |
Popular Live | pop | Kristin Chenoweth | 2,014 | Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I
(And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?)
My tender heart tends to start to bleed
And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed
Follow my lead, and yes, indeed, you will be...
Popular!
You're gonna be popular!
I'll teach you the proper ploys
When you talk to boys
Little ways to flirt and flounce
Oooh! I'll show you what shoes to wear
How to fix your hair
Everything that really counts to be...
Popular!
I'll help you be popular!
You'll hang with the right cohorts
You'll be good at sports
Know the slang you've got to know
So let's start
'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go...
Don't be offended by my frank analysis
Think of it as personality dialysis
Now that I've chosen to become a pal, sister and adviser
There's nobody wiser
Not when it comes to...
Popular
I know about popular
And with an assist from me
To be who you'll be
Instead of dreary, who you were...well, are
There's nothing that can stop you
From becoming popu-ler...lar...
La la, la la!
We're gonna make you pop-u-lar...
When I see depressing creatures
With unprepossessing features
I remind them on their own behalf to think of
Celebrated heads of state
Or 'specially great communicators
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!
They were popular!
Please, it's all about popular!
It's not about aptitude
It's the way you're viewed
So it's very shrewd to be
Very, very popular like me!
Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful!
Elphaba
I, I have to go...
Galinda
You're welcome...
And though you protest
Your disinterest
I know clandestinely
You're gonna grin and bear it
Your new found popularity
Ohh!
La la, la la!
You'll be popular
Just not quite as popular as me! | 1,067,440 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2014, titled "Popular Live", by artist "Kristin Chenoweth". |
A Message from Women | rb | Reyna Biddy | 2,018 | A message from women
Do you know what it's like to be left alone in love
Do you know what it's like to feel stuck in love
Do you know what it's like to be too depressed
Do you know what it's like to have to beg for forever from a person who neglects your history
Do you know what it's like to lose everything
Do you know what it's like to feel abandoned
Do you know what it's like to wait
Do you know that I will never be too near or too far away
Honestly, I'm still waiting for closure
I still question what this is or what this was because I can't help but hope our feelings were mutual
Do you know how it feels to constantly chase a feeling you're addicted to
Do you know I got the Jones for you and an appetite and a sweet tooth
Do you know I prayed for you from night till day
Regardless of my better judgement or dismay
Time after time after promises that never seemed impossible or too good to be true
Do you know what it's like to try convincing yourself that this was the truth
Like I was the woman created for you
Do you know how much I've craved you
I've searched for you everywhere in people, in prayer, in Psalm, in different lovers, in God
And God I wish you really knew that I'd love you till death or that I'd kill for you or that I feel you, like, so deep, like, deeper than anyone ever will
Do you know what it's like to feel dead inside and see you so alive still
But these days I feel alive
I've been able to realize you just weren't meant for me
These days I don't cry over spilled milk or lost love or things I have no control of
These days I just love myself more
I just know there's a happily ever after
These days I just don't see it with you
Nothing personal, I think I just fell too quick for your potential
I just wanted you to be the one
I just thought we made sense but now I love myself enough to know better | 3,612,798 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 2018, titled "A Message from Women", by artist "Reyna Biddy". |
Shes Not Him | pop | Miley Cyrus | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
I wanna start by saying thank you
I'm gonna miss ya, honey
You gave me things I can’t buy back with money
You changed my life
You've been my world
There's no other girl that looks like ya, darling
Those eyes, that tongue, those teeth, that face, that body
Even though we’ve gone to outer space
Still no way you can take his place
[Chorus]
You're not him (No)
Yeah, she's not him
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
I just can't fall in love with you
'Cause you're not him (No)
Yeah, she's not him
[Verse 2]
And why, why can't I love you, baby?
Like I wanna love you, baby
I’m sorry
And maybe it’s beyond my control
Some sort of chemical reaction
Making it impossible to let him go
[Chorus]
You're not him
She’s not him
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
I just can't fall in love with you
'Cause you're not him
Yeah, she’s not him
[Bridge]
And you don't deserve
All the bullshit I've put you through
And you, you deserve
A heart much bigger than one that's torn in two
Oh, oh
[Chorus 2]
You're not him (Whoa)
She's not him
Every time you walk through my door
I swear to God you're more beautiful than before
But you're not him
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
I just can't fall in love with you
'Cause you're not him
Yeah, she's not him | 3,201,584 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2017, titled "Shes Not Him", by artist "Miley Cyrus". |
Send Me On My Way | rock | Rusted Root | 1,994 | [Intro]
On my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
[Verse 1]
I would like to reach out my hand
Oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (On my way, on my way)
Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah
Well, pick me up with golden hand
And oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (On my way, on my way)
Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
[Chorus]
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Mm, hmm (On my way)
[Verse 2]
I would like to reach out my hand
Oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (On my way, on my way)
Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah
Now pick me up with golden hand
Oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (On my way, on my way)
Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
[Chorus]
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Send me on my way (On my way)
Mm, hmm, whoo! (On my way)
Ha ha ha
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl, we will
I would like to hold my little hand
And we will run, we will, we will crawl
[Chorus]
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
On my way
Send me on my way
Send me on my way
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
On my way
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
On my way
[Outro]
I would like to reach out my hand
Oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (On my way, on my way)
Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you very much | 131,626 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1994, titled "Send Me On My Way", by artist "Rusted Root". |
Levitating | pop | Dua Lipa | 2,020 | [Verse 1]
If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy
And I can take you for a ride
I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm
Where the music don't stop for life
Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes
Shining just the way I like
If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company
You met me at the perfect time
[Pre-Chorus]
You want me, I want you, baby
My sugarboo, I'm levitating
The Milky Way, we're renegading
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight
I need you all night, come on, dance with me
I'm levitating
You, moonlight, you're my starlight (You're the moonlight)
I need you all night, come on, dance with me
I'm levitating
[Verse 2]
I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy
I see us written in the stars
We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never
Baby, nothing's ever, ever too far
Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes
Shining just the way we are
I feel like we're forever every time we get together
But whatever, let's get lost on Mars
[Pre-Chorus]
You want me, I want you, baby
My sugarboo, I'm levitating
The Milky Way, we're renegading
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight
I need you all night, come on, dance with me
I'm levitating
You, moonlight, you're my starlight (You're the moonlight)
I need you all night, come on, dance with me
I'm levitating
[Post-Chorus]
You can fly away with me tonight
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm levitating (Woo)
You can fly away with me tonight
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)
[Bridge]
My love is like a rocket, watch it blast off
And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off
And even if I wanted to, I can't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My love is like a rocket, watch it blast off
And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off
And even if I wanted to, I can't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
You want me, I want you, baby
My sugarboo, I'm levitating
The Milky Way, we're renegading
[Chorus]
I got you (Yeah), moonlight, you're my starlight
I need you all night (All night), come on, dance with me
I'm levitating (Woo)
[Post-Chorus]
You can fly away with me tonight (Tonight)
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Take you for a ride)
I'm levitating (Woo)
You can fly away with me tonight (Tonight)
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let me take you for a ride)
[Chorus]
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight (You are my starlight)
I need you all night, come on, dance with me (Come on, dance with me)
I'm levitating
You, moonlight, you're my starlight (You're the moonlight)
I need you all night, come on, dance with me
I'm levitating | 5,215,007 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2020, titled "Levitating", by artist "Dua Lipa". |
Word on a Wing | rock | David Bowie | 1,976 | [Verse 1]
In this age of grand delusion
You walked into my life out of my dreams
I don't need another change
Still you forced a way into my scheme of things
You say we're growing
Growing heart and soul
In this age of grand delusion
You walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again
You're born once again for me
Just because I believe don't mean I don't think as well
Don't have to question everything in Heaven or Hell
[Chorus]
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?
[Verse 2]
In this age of grand delusion
You walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Just as long as I can see
I'll never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you're still glowing
Just as long as I can walk
I'll walk beside you, I'm alive in you
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
And I'm ready to shape the scheme of things
[Bridge]
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh...
[Chorus]
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Oh Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
But it's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? | 192,626 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1976, titled "Word on a Wing", by artist "David Bowie". |
New Years Eve | pop | M | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
Why do some things stay the same, when some don't
We say we'll stay around, oh we know, we know we won't
I'm a gross teenager, trapped in a grown-up shade
Need someone to clean up the mess I made
Say it will be fine
[Pre-Chorus]
My friend, will you fly with me into fire?
It's New Year's Eve
We're allowed tonight to pretend we're free
Promise me, on New Year's Eve
[Chorus]
We forget about our problems
We got time to share all of those things in the New Year
Got a problem, baby let it be, hopped up on my back
Have a happy New Year's Eve
Have a happy New Year's Eve
[Verse 2]
Why do some things stay the same, when some don't
Now we're all queens on the screen, happy and torn
There we'll stay young and beautiful
Don't cry, please hon
They said in time, you'll be fine
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Oh friend, come get high with me
Hand in hand, it's New Year's Eve
We're allowed tonight to pretend we're free
Promise me, on New Year's Eve
[Chorus]
We forget about our problems
We got time to share all of those things in the New Year
Got a problem, baby let it be, hopped up on my back
Have a happy New Year's Eve
Have a happy New Year's Eve
We forget about our problems
We got time to share all of those things in the New Year
Got a problem, baby let it be, hopped up on my back
Have a happy New Year's Eve
Have a happy New Year's Eve
[Outro]
Get so high, oh
Help me baby sail away, sail away
I'm gonna swim so deep
Oh, let it all go
Baby, have a happy New Year's Eve
Have a happy New Year's Eve | 657,021 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2016, titled "New Years Eve", by artist "M". |
For Life | pop | Runtown | 2,017 | [Intro:]
Oooh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
[Pre-Chorus:]
My doctor say my cure dey on top your body oh
All the times wey I do you bad, I’m sorry oh
Give me love wey better pass money oh
Wey sweet pass honey oh
If na fight make I fight for the love
If na craze make I craze for the love
Don’t want no complication
This is a situation
If na craze make I craze for the love
If na fight I go fight for the love
Don’t want no complication
This is a situation
[Chorus:]
Baby oh
Baby oh
I want to love you for life
Baby oh
Baby oh
Come make I love you for life
[Bridge:]
Odoyewu my personal
Baby girl you are the one
Love wey I love you now
This kind of love wey I love you now
Girl I wanna be your customer
For your love I’ll be a hustler
Love wey I love you now
[Verse:]
Every Superwoman needs a Superman
Your love give me joy wey I no fit understand
Fine girl you no need no other man (no other man)
Your love give me joy wey I no fit explain
Girl I wanna, girl I wanna
Give you good love and love no other
You wey dey burst up my medulla
You wey dey rise up my temperature
Girl I wanna, say I wanna
Give you sweet love and love no other
You wey dey burst up my medulla
Say na you wey dey rise up my temperature
[Pre-Chorus:]
My doctor say my cure dey on top your body oh
All the times wey I do you bad, I’m sorry oh
Give me love wey better pass money oh
Wey sweet pass honey oh
If na fight make I fight for the love
If na craze make I craze for the love
Don’t want no complication
This is a situation
If na craze make I craze for the love
If na fight I go fight for the love
Don’t want no complication
This is a situation
[Chorus:]
Baby oh
Baby oh
I want to love you for life
Baby oh
Baby oh
Come make I love you for life
[Bridge:]
Odoyewu my personal
Baby girl you are the one
Love wey I love you now
This kind of love wey I love you now
Girl I wanna be your customer
For your love I’ll be a hustler
Love wey I love you now
[Outro:]
If you take her to the room she go know
She go know e no be joke
If you take her to the room she go know
She go know e no be joke
Extraordinaire
Runtown oh | 3,086,434 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2017, titled "For Life", by artist "Runtown". |
Keep You Safe | rb | SHRK, Shiloh Dynasty | 2,018 | I'll keep your safe in these arms of mine
Hold on to me pretty baby and you'll see
I can be all you need | 4,426,469 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 2018, titled "Keep You Safe", by artist "SHRK, Shiloh Dynasty". |
I H8 U | pop | SVMMERDOSE | 2,019 | (chorus)
You, the one that I won’t miss
The one that I won’t kiss
The one that I would never reach out to
Oh I’m so done with you
(verse 1)
Every time I told you to (to)
Control everything you do (do)
You left me without a single clue
(verse 2)
I tried to leave you alone
But when I do, you won’t be gone
I don’t know if we can still go on
(chorus)
You, the one that I won’t miss
The one that I won’t kiss
The one that I would never reach out to
Oh I’m so done with you
(verse 3)
I tried to leave you alone
When I do, you won’t be gone
And I don’t know if we can still go on
(bridge)
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
I told you to stop doing shit that would hurt you
It hurts me, it hurts you, it hurts us
What’s the use of your sorry, you’re not sorry
You don’t understand
You don’t understand, you don’t understand
What I’m feeling, what I’m feeling
You don’t understand
What I’m feeling
(outro)
Every time I told you to control
Everything you do
You left me without a single clue | 4,767,392 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "I H8 U", by artist "SVMMERDOSE". |
Mama Pray | rap | Alkaline | 2,019 | [Intro]
Yow Frass (taaah)
A di youngest lawd
Di Lawd connected to di Most High know dat right
Cyah fuck wid di link
Cya loose (Vendetta cya loose)
No fear (no we n'ave nuh fear)
Been a try but dem cya get no where (Nah get no where)
[Chorus]
Me feel seh a di prayer weh mama pray (Mama pray mama pray)
Mek di enemy dem cya tan up inna mi way (No not today neither tomorrow)
Me feel yeah me feel seh di pray weh mama pray
A it a guide and a keep me up everyday (Cya block we way cya stop we)
[Verse 1]
How di fuck you a go stop me when me dream fi dis
When di time get so long and now me mean wid it Likkle pussy
Cya get me out me two foot in wid dis
Bredda man a gi problem me a go gi him bullet feel Like
All me know a just di fast life
Everyday we a hustle di money just fi live di boss life
Focus pon fi do mi task right
And some people woulda love fi see me dead me nah ask Christ
[Chorus]
Me feel seh a di prayer weh mama pray (Mama pray mama pray)
Mek di enemy dem cya tan up inna mi way (No not today neither tomorrow)
Me feel yeah me feel seh di pray weh mama pray
A it a guide and a keep me up everyday (Cya block we way cya stop we)
[Verse 2]
Me and me thing together like epoxy
And me swear me nah mek none a unu pussy distract me
Weak diss track deh cya distract me
Nah go mek nuh tired body gyal come trap me neither
Tun up di bass inna di speaker high max it
Flyer, must got to build A spliff fi relax me
I couldn't gi a answer exactly
A Angel by me side if yuh ask me (yoow)
Inna a way is like me slip out a dem hand
Beaten and cheat death yuh wouldn't understand dawg
Dem inna poco dat a nuh me religion
Cyah determine me destiny a nuh fi yuh decision
Cyah dweet unuh fucka nuh so strong
Ultra Instinct dem a think me a magician dawg
Or a me ancestors me get it from
Either way di strength nuh normal fi nuh man
We sacred
Me feel seh a di prayer weh mama pray (Mama pray mama pray)
Mek di enemy dem cya tan up inna mi way (No not today neither tomorrow)
Me feel yeah me feel seh di pray weh mama pray
A it a guide and a keep me up everyday (Cya block we way cya stop we)
[Chorus]
Me feel seh a di prayer weh mama pray (Mama pray mama pray)
Mek di enemy dem cya tan up inna mi way (No not today neither tomorrow)
Me feel yeah me feel yeah me feel yeah me feel like
Some a di words dem weh she recite
A keep me up everyday | 4,733,958 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2019, titled "Mama Pray", by artist "Alkaline". |
Only 4 the Righteous Poem | misc | 2Pac | 1,999 | I'm Down with strictly Dope "So"
That means I'm more than u can handle
"Hot" I'm hotter than the wax from
a candle
"Him" that's Roc he's my microphone companion
"Lyrics" full of knowledge truth and understanding
"Hobbies" rapping is my only recreation
"retire" u must be on some kind of medication
"why" because I'll never loosen up my mic grip
"Drugs" never cuz I'm living on the right tip
"sex" only with my girl because I love her
"Babies" impossible I always use a rubber
"Bored" rarely cuz I'm keeping myself busy
"Scratch" nah I leave the cutting up 2 Dize
"Dize?" yeh that's my D.J. he's the greatest
"Word" nah he's paying me 2 say this
"the mind" is something that I cultivate
and treasure
"Thanks" you're welcome and besides it was
my Pleasure | 125,823 | English | Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1999, titled "Only 4 the Righteous Poem", by artist "2Pac". |
The Fox the Crow and the Cookie | rock | mewithoutYou | 2,009 | [Verse 1]
Through mostly vacant streets
A baker from the outskirts of his town
Earned his living peddling sweets
From a ragged cart he dragged around
The clever fox crept close behind
Kept an ever-watchful eye
For a chance to steal a ginger spice cake
Or a boysenberry pie
[Verse 2]
Looking down was the hungry crow:
"When the time is right, I'll strike
And condescend to the earth below
And take whichever treat I'd like"
The moment the baker turned around
To shoo the fox off from his cart
The crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie
And a German chocolate tart
[Chorus 1]
Using most unfriendly words
That the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
To curse the crafty bird
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you midnight-winged raccoon
You better bring those pastries back
You no-good burned-black macaroon"
[Verse 3]
The fox approached the tree
Where the bird was perched delighted in his nest
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request
If you could share just a modest piece
Seeing as I distracted that awful man"
This failed to persuade the crow in the least
So the fox rethought his plan
"Then if your lovely song would grace my ears
Or to even to hear you speak
Would ease my pains and fears!"
The crow looked down with a candy in his beak
"Your poems of wisdom, my good crow
What a paradise they bring!"
This flattery pleased the proud bird
So, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
[Chorus 2]
"Your subtle acclamation's true
Best to give praise where praise is due
Every rook and jay in the Corvidae's
Been ravin' about me too
They admire me, one and all
Must be the passion in my caw
My slender bill known throughout the escadrille
My fierce commanding claw!"
[Outro]
I got a walnut brownie brain
And molasses in my veins
Crushed graham cracker crust
My powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine
Let the crescent cookie rise
These carob-colored almond eyes
Would rest to see my cashewed princess
In the swirling marble sky
We'll rest upon the knee
Where all divisions cease to be
A root-beer float in our banana boat
Across the tapioca sea
When letting all attachments go
Is the only prayer we know
May it be so
May it be so
May it be so
Oh | 275,200 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2009, titled "The Fox the Crow and the Cookie", by artist "mewithoutYou". |
JUST LIKE YOU | rap | NF | 2,021 | [Chorus]
Just in case my car goes off the highway
Or the plane that I get on decides that it's my last day
I want you to know when you're alone and you feel afraid
You're not the only person in the world that isn't okay
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
[Verse 1]
It's strange the way the mind can wander, but also stop to gossip
And chat with memories that you and me aren't really fond of
Maybe you're out to find love, maybe you lost who you was
Maybе you're just like me and feel thе need to stay in your rut
'Cause if you left it, you might feel like you're no longer you
It's so impressive, the way the mind can play with the truth
It's interestin' that nobody can walk in your shoes
But still relate and feel the same, so in a way, guess we do
You ever think about what it would be like
If the clouds were gone and you could see light?
If the door was open, would you take flight
Or just close the curtains up and stay inside?
Take a walk with me, take a risk with me
I'm scared too and it gets so tempting
When you're so empty, to disown everything
You hold dearly when you know clearly
You been so buried in your own fairytale
The soul's tearin' bunch of holes in me
I relate to it, but in case you been
Thinkin' no one does, here's a great theory
Throw a Hail Mary, let ya mind fly
To the sun rise, could be so scary
Make your faith vary, feel the pain glaring
But the weight carried ain't in vain, hear me? (Hear me?)
[Chorus]
Just in case my car goes off the highway
Or the plane that I get on decides that it's my last day
I want you to know when you're alone and you feel afraid
You're not the only person in the world that isn't okay
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
[Verse 2]
So often I feel desperate, I think my heart's infected
How 'bout yours? How 'bout yours? How 'bout yours? I guess if
You feel the best when your life is hectic, you might be destined
To stay defective, so join the club, it ain't that hard to get in
It's hard to leave though, look at the guest list
I bet that your name is on it, don't believe me? Check it
See dead ends
In life we come to tend to raise some questions
Suggestion
Know that your feelings might give wrong directions (Infested)
Yeah, with the feeling of failure
Let it take over your body, it makes ya
Question the life that you have, situations
You might have enjoyed become nothin' but dated
Old and forgotten, but what would you say if
I told you that there was some hope we could make it?
I know what you're thinkin', I'm thinkin' it too
Could you really improve and be somethin' worth savin'?
See, I could pretend like I have all the answers
But none of us do, it's the reason we battle
Convincing yourself that you don't really matter's
Like feedin' a cancer and letting it travel
To every part of you, but what if we did
The unthinkable and cancel our trips?
What's achievable depends on the risk
So pick up your chin and listen to this
[Chorus]
Just in case my car goes off the highway
Or the plane that I get on decides that it's my last day
I want you to know when you're alone and you feel afraid
You're not the only person in the world that isn't okay
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you (You, you, you, you)
[Bridge]
Yeah, everybody falls sometimes
Just remember that that's alright
It's the rainy days that give us love for the sun
And if it isn't, I guess I'll be fine believin' it does, oh yeah
Everybody falls sometimes
Just remember that that's alright
It's the lows in life that make you cherish the highs
And if it isn't, I guess I'll be fine believin' a lie (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Just in case my car goes off the highway
Or the plane that I get on decides that it's my last day
I want you to know when you're alone and you feel afraid
You're not the only person in the world that isn't okay
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you
There's millions of us just like you, like you, like you
Just like you, like you | 6,502,852 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2021, titled "JUST LIKE YOU", by artist "NF". |
Neuromancer Chapter 1 | misc | William Gibson | 1,984 | for Deb
who made it possible
with love
PART ONE
CHIBA CITY BLUES
1
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
`It's not like I'm using,' Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. `It's like my body's developed this massive drug deficiency.' It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.
Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan on one of Lonny Zone's whores and the crisp naval uniform of a tall African whose cheekbones were ridged with precise rows of tribal scars. `Wage was in here early, with two joeboys,' Ratz said, shoving a draft across the bar with his good hand. `Maybe some business with you, Case?'
Case shrugged. The girl to his right giggled and nudged him.
The bartender's smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic. `You are too much the artiste, Herr Case.' Ratz grunted; the sound served him as laughter. He scratched his overhang of white-shirted belly with the pink claw. `You are the artiste of the slightly funny deal.'
`Sure,' Case said, and sipped his beer. `Somebody's gotta be funny around here. Sure the fuck isn't you.'
The whore's giggle went up an octave.
`Isn't you either, sister. So you vanish, okay? Zone, he's a close personal friend of mine.'
She looked Case in the eye and made the softest possible spitting sound, her lips barely moving. But she left.
`Jesus,' Case said, `what kinda creepjoint you running here? Man can't have a drink.'
`Ha,' Ratz said, swabbing the scarred wood with a rag, `Zone shows a percentage. You I let work here for entertainment value.'
As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore's giggle rang out, tinged with a certain hysteria.
Ratz grunted. `An angel passed.'
`The Chinese,' bellowed a drunken Australian, `Chinese bloody invented nerve-splicing. Give me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate...'
`Now that,' Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, `that is so much bullshit.'
The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn't repair the damage he'd suffered in that Memphis hotel.
A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void... The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cow boy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there.
`I saw your girl last night,' Ratz said, passing Case his second Kirin.
`I don't have one,' he said, and drank.
`Miss Linda Lee.'
Case shook his head.
`No girl? Nothing? Only biz, friend artiste? Dedication to commerce?' The bartender's small brown eyes were nested deep in wrinkled flesh. `I think I liked you better, with her. You laughed more. Now, some night, you get maybe too artistic; you wind up in the clinic tanks, spare parts.'
`You're breaking my heart, Ratz.' He finished his beer, paid and left, high narrow shoulders hunched beneath the rain stained khaki nylon of his windbreaker. Threading his way through the Ninsei crowds, he could smell his own stale sweat.
Case was twenty-four. At twenty-two, he'd been a cowboy, a rustler, one of the best in the Sprawl. He'd been trained by the best, by McCoy Pauley and Bobby Quine, legends in the biz. He'd operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high, a byproduct of youth and proficiency, jacked into a custom cyberspace deck that projected his disembodied consciousness into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix. A thief, he'd worked for other, wealthier thieves, employers who provided the exotic software required to penetrate the bright walls of corporate systems, opening windows into rich fields of data.
He'd made the classic mistake, the one he'd sworn he'd never make. He stole from his employers. He kept something for himself and tried to move it through a fence in Amsterdam. He still wasn't sure how he'd been discovered, not that it mattered now. He'd expected to die, then, but they only smiled. Of course he was welcome, they told him, welcome to the money. And he was going to need it. Because -- still smiling -- they were going to make sure he never worked again.
They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin.
Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours.
The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective.
For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyber space, it was the Fall. In the bars he'd frequented as a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed contempt for the flesh. The body was meat. Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.
His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world's black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders. It was difficult to transact legitimate business with cash in the Sprawl; in Japan, it was already illegal.
In Japan, he'd known with a clenched and absolute certainty, he'd find his cure. In Chiba. Either in a registered clinic or in the shadowland of black medicine. Synonymous with implants, nerve-splicing, and microbionics, Chiba was a magnet for the Sprawl's techno-criminal subcultures.
In Chiba, he'd watched his New Yen vanish in a two-month round of examinations and consultations. The men in the black clinics, his last hope, had admired the expertise with which he'd been maimed, and then slowly shaken their heads.
Now he slept in the cheapest coffins, the ones nearest the port, beneath the quartz-halogen floods that lit the docks all night like vast stages; where you couldn't see the lights of Tokyo for the glare of the television sky, not even the towering hologram logo of the Fuji Electric Company, and Tokyo Bay was a black expanse where gulls wheeled above drifting shoals of white styrofoam. Behind the port lay the city, factory domes dominated by the vast cubes of corporate arcologies. Port and city were divided by a narrow borderland of older streets, an area with no official name. Night City, with Ninsei its heart. By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky.
Two blocks west of the Chat, in a teashop called the Jarre de Th, Case washed down the night's first pill with a double espresso. It was a flat pink octagon, a potent species of Brazilian dex he bought from one of Zone's girls.
The Jarre was walled with mirrors, each panel framed in red neon.
At first, finding himself alone in Chiba, with little money and less hope of finding a cure, he'd gone into a kind of terminal overdrive, hustling fresh capital with a cold intensity that had seemed to belong to someone else. In the first month, he'd killed two men and a woman over sums that a year before would have seemed ludicrous. Ninsei wore him down until the street itself came to seem the externalization of some death wish, some secret poison he hadn't known he carried.
Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. Stop hustling and you sank without a trace, but move a little too swiftly and you'd break the fragile surface tension of the black market; either way, you were gone, with nothing left of you but some vague memory in the mind of a fixture like Ratz, though heart or lungs or kidneys might survive in the service of some stranger with New Yen for the clinic tanks.
Biz here was a constant subliminal hum, and death the accepted punishment for laziness, carelessness, lack of grace, the failure to heed the demands of an intricate protocol.
Alone at a table in the Jarre de Thé, with the octagon coming on, pinheads of sweat starting from his palms, suddenly aware of each tingling hair on his arms and chest, Case knew that at some point he'd started to play a game with himself, a very ancient one that has no name, a final solitaire. He no longer carried a weapon, no longer took the basic precautions. He ran the fastest, loosest deals on the street, and he had a reputation for being able to get whatever you wanted. A part of him knew that the arc of his self-destruction was glaringly obvious to his customers, who grew steadily fewer, but that same part of him basked in the knowledge that it was only a matter of time. And that was the part of him, smug in its expectation of death, that most hated the thought of Linda Lee.
He'd found her, one rainy night, in an arcade.
Under bright ghosts burning through a blue haze of cigarette smoke, holograms of Wizard's Castle, Tank War Europa, the New York skyline... And now he remembered her that way, her face bathed in restless laser light, features reduced to a code: her cheekbones flaring scarlet as Wizard's Castle burned, forehead drenched with azure when Munich fell to the Tank War, mouth touched with hot gold as a gliding cursor struck sparks from the wall of a skyscraper canyon. He was riding high that night, with a brick of Wage's ketamine on its way to Yokohama and the money already in his pocket. He'd come in out of the warm rain that sizzled across the Ninsei pavement and somehow she'd been singled out for him, one face out of the dozens who stood at the consoles, lost in the game she played. The expression on her face, then, had been the one he'd seen, hours later, on her sleeping face in a portside coffin, her upper lip like the line children draw to represent a bird in flight.
Crossing the arcade to stand beside her, high on the deal he'd made, he saw her glance up. Gray eyes rimmed with smudged black paintstick. Eyes of some animal pinned in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
Their night together stretching into a morning, into tickets at the hoverport and his first trip across the Bay. The rain kept up, falling along Harajuku, beading on her plastic jacket, the children of Tokyo trooping past the famous boutiques in white loafers and clingwrap capes, until she'd stood with him in the midnight clatter of a pachinko parlor and held his hand like a child.
It took a month for the gestalt of drugs and tension he moved through to turn those perpetually startled eyes into wells of reflexive need. He'd watched her personality fragment, calving like an iceberg, splinters drifting away, and finally he'd seen the raw need, the hungry armature of addiction. He'd watched her track the next hit with a concentration that reminded him of the mantises they sold in stalls along Shiga, beside tanks of blue mutant carp and crickets caged in bamboo.
He stared at the black ring of grounds in his empty cup. It was vibrating with the speed he'd taken. The brown laminate of the tabletop was dull with a patina of tiny scratches. With the dex mounting through his spine he saw the countless random impacts required to create a surface like that. The Jarre was decorated in a dated, nameless style from the previous century, an uneasy blend of Japanese traditional and pale Milanese plas tics, but everything seemed to wear a subtle film, as though the bad nerves of a million customers had somehow attacked the mirrors and the once glossy plastics, leaving each surface fogged with something that could never be wiped away.
`Hey. Case, good buddy...'
He looked up, met gray eyes ringed with paintstick. She was wearing faded French orbital fatigues and new white sneakers.
`I been lookin' for you, man.' She took a seat opposite him, her elbows on the table. The sleeves of the blue zipsuit had been ripped out at the shoulders; he automatically checked her arms for signs of derms or the needle. `Want a cigarette?'
She dug a crumpled pack of Yeheyuan filters from an ankle pocket and offered him one. He took it, let her light it with a red plastic tube. `You sleepin' okay, Case? You look tired.' Her accent put her south along the Sprawl, toward Atlanta. The skin below her eyes was pale and unhealthy-looking, but the flesh was still smooth and firm. She was twenty. New lines of pain were starting to etch themselves permanently at the corners of her mouth. Her dark hair was drawn back, held by a band of printed silk. The pattern might have represented microcircuits, or a city map.
`Not if I remember to take my pills,' he said, as a tangible wave of longing hit him, lust and loneliness riding in on the wavelength of amphetamine. He remembered the smell of her skin in the overheated darkness of a coffin near the port, her fingers locked across the small of his back.
All the meat, he thought, and all it wants.
`Wage,' she said, narrowing her eyes. `He wants to see you with a hole in your face.' She lit her own cigarette.
`Who says? Ratz? You been talking to Ratz?'
`No. Mona. Her new squeeze is one of Wage's boys.'
`I don't owe him enough. He does me, he's out the money anyway.' He shrugged.
`Too many people owe him now, Case. Maybe you get to be the example. You seriously better watch it.'
`Sure. How about you, Linda? You got anywhere to sleep?'
`Sleep.' She shook her head. `Sure, Case.' She shivered, hunched forward over the table. Her face was filmed with sweat.
`Here,' he said, and dug in the pocket of his windbreaker, coming up with a crumpled fifty. He smoothed it automatically, under the table, folded it in quarters, and passed it to her.
`You need that, honey. You better give it to Wage.' There was something in the gray eyes now that he couldn't read, something he'd never seen there before.
`I owe Wage a lot more than that. Take it. I got more coming,' he lied, as he watched his New Yen vanish into a zippered pocket.
`You get your money, Case, you find Wage quick.'
`I'll see you, Linda,' he said, getting up.
`Sure.' A millimeter of white showed beneath each of her pupils. Sanpaku. `You watch your back, man.'
He nodded, anxious to be gone.
He looked back as the plastic door swung shut behind him, saw her eyes reflected in a cage of red neon.
Friday night on Ninsei.
He passed yakitori stands and massage parlors, a franchised coffee shop called Beautiful Girl, the electronic thunder of an arcade. He stepped out of the way to let a dark-suited sarariman by, spotting the Mitsubishi-Genentech logo tattooed across the back of the man's right hand.
Was it authentic? If that's for real, he thought, he's in for trouble. If it wasn't, served him right. M-G employees above a certain level were implanted with advanced microprocessors that monitored mutagen levels in the bloodstream. Gear like that would get you rolled in Night City, rolled straight into a black clinic.
The sarariman had been Japanese, but the Ninsei crowd was a gaijin crowd. Groups of sailors up from the port, tense solitary tourists hunting pleasures no guidebook listed, Sprawl heavies showing off grafts and implants, and a dozen distinct species of hustler, all swarming the street in an intricate dance of desire and commerce.
There were countless theories explaining why Chiba City tolerated the Ninsei enclave, but Case tended toward the idea that the Yakuza might be preserving the place as a kind of historical park, a reminder of humble origins. But he also saw a certain sense in the notion that burgeoning technologies require outlaw zones, that Night City wasn't there for its inhabitants, but as a deliberately unsupervised playground for technology itself.
Was Linda right, he wondered, staring up at the lights? Would Wage have him killed to make an example? It didn't make much sense, but then Wage dealt primarily in proscribed biologicals, and they said you had to be crazy to do that.
But Linda said Wage wanted him dead. Case's primary insight into the dynamics of street dealing was that neither the buyer nor the seller really needed him. A middleman's business is to make himself a necessary evil. The dubious niche Case had carved for himself in the criminal ecology of Night City had been cut out with lies, scooped out a night at a time with betrayal. Now, sensing that its walls were starting to crumble, he felt the edge of a strange euphoria.
The week before, he'd delayed transfer of a synthetic glandular extract, retailing it for a wider margin than usual. He knew Wage hadn't liked that. Wage was his primary supplier, nine years in Chiba and one of the few gaijin dealers who'd managed to forge links with the rigidly stratified criminal es tablishment beyond Night City's borders. Genetic materials and hormones trickled down to Ninsei along an intricate ladder of fronts and blinds. Somehow Wage had managed to trace some thing back, once, and now he enjoyed steady connections in a dozen cities.
Case found himself staring through a shop window. The place sold small bright objects to the sailors. Watches, flic knives, lighters, pocket VTRs, simstim decks, weighted manriki chains, and shuriken. The shuriken had always fascinated him, steel stars with knife-sharp points. Some were chromed, others black, others treated with a rainbow surface like oil on water. But the chrome stars held his gaze. They were mounted against scarlet ultrasuede with nearly invisible loops of nylon fishline, their centers stamped with dragons or yinyang sym bols. They caught the street's neon and twisted it, and it came to Case that these were the stars under which he voyaged, his destiny spelled out in a constellation of cheap chrome.
`Julie,' he said to his stars. `Time to see old Julie. He'll know.'
Julius Deane was one hundred and thirty-five years old, his metabolism assiduously warped by a weekly fortune in serums and hormones. His primary hedge against aging was a yearly pilgrimage to Tokyo, where genetic surgeons re-set the code of his DNA, a procedure unavailable in Chiba. Then he'd fly to Hongkong and order the year's suits and shirts. Sexless and inhumanly patient, his primary gratification seemed to lie in his devotion to esoteric forms of tailor-worship. Case had never seen him wear the same suit twice, although his wardrobe seemed to consist entirely of meticulous reconstructions of garments of the previous century. He affected prescription lenses, framed in spidery gold, ground from thin slabs of pink synthetic quartz and beveled like the mirrors in a Victorian dollhouse.
His offices were located in a warehouse behind Ninsei, part of which seemed to have been sparsely decorated, years before, with a random collection of European furniture, as though Deane had once intended to use the place as his home. Neo- Aztec bookcases gathered dust against one wall of the room where Case waited. A pair of bulbous Disney-styled table lamps perched awkwardly on a low Kandinsky-look coffee table in scarlet-lacquered steel. A Dali clock hung on the wall between the bookcases, its distorted face sagging to the bare concrete floor. Its hands were holograms that altered to match the con volutions of the face as they rotated, but it never told the correct time. The room was stacked with white fiberglass shipping modules that gave off the tang of preserved ginger.
`You seem to be clean, old son,' said Deane's disembodied voice. `Do come in.'
Magnetic bolts thudded out of position around the massive imitation-rosewood door to the left of the bookcases. JULIUS DEANE IMPORT EXPORT was lettered across the plastic in peeling self-adhesive capitals. If the furniture scattered in Deane's makeshift foyer suggested the end of the past century, the office itself seemed to belong to its start.
Deane's seamless pink face regarded Case from a pool of light cast by an ancient brass lamp with a rectangular shade of dark green glass. The importer was securely fenced behind a vast desk of painted steel, flanked on either side by tall, draw ered cabinets made of some sort of pale wood. The sort of thing, Case supposed, that had once been used to store written records of some kind. The desktop was littered with cassettes, scrolls of yellowed printout, and various parts of some sort of clockwork typewriter, a machine Deane never seemed to get around to reassembling.
`What brings you around, boyo?' Deane asked, offering Case a narrow bonbon wrapped in blue-and-white checked pa per. `Try one. Ting Ting Djahe, the very best.' Case refused the ginger, took a seat in a yawing wooden swivel chair, and ran a thumb down the faded seam of one black jeans-leg. `Julie, I hear Wage wants to kill me.'
`Ah. Well then. And where did you hear this, if I may?'
`People.'
`People,' Deane said, around a ginger bonbon. `What sort of people? Friends?'
Case nodded.
`Not always that easy to know who your friends are, is it?'
`I do owe him a little money, Deane. He say anything to you?'
`Haven't been in touch, of late.' Then he sighed. `If I _did_ know, of course, I might not be in a position to tell you. Things being what they are, you understand.'
`Things?'
`He's an important connection, Case.'
`Yeah. He want to kill me, Julie?'
`Not that I know of.' Deane shrugged. They might have been discussing the price of ginger. `If it proves to be an unfounded rumor, old son, you come back in a week or so and I'll let you in on a little something out of Singapore.'
`Out of the Nan Hai Hotel, Bencoolen Street?'
`Loose lips, old son!' Deane grinned. The steel desk was jammed with a fortune in debugging gear.
`Be seeing you, Julie. I'll say hello to Wage.'
Deane's fingers came up to brush the perfect knot in his pale silk tie.
He was less than a block from Deane's office when it hit, the sudden cellular awareness that someone was on his ass, and very close.
The cultivation of a certain tame paranoia was something Case took for granted. The trick lay in not letting it get out of control. But that could be quite a trick, behind a stack of octagons. He fought the adrenaline surge and composed his narrow features in a mask of bored vacancy, pretending to let the crowd carry him along. When he saw a darkened display window, he managed to pause by it. The place was a surgical boutique, closed for renovations. With his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he stared through the glass at a flat lozenge of vatgrown flesh that lay on a carved pedestal of imitation jade. The color of its skin reminded him of Zone's whores; it was tattooed with a luminous digital display wired to a subcutaneous chip. Why bother with the surgery, he found himself thinking, while sweat coursed down his ribs, when you could just carry the thing around in your pocket?
Without moving his head, he raised his eyes and studied the reflection of the passing crowd.
There.
Behind sailors in short-sleeved khaki. Dark hair, mirrored glasses, dark clothing, slender...
And gone.
Then Case was running, bent low, dodging between bodies.
`Rent me a gun, Shin?'
The boy smiled. `Two hour.' They stood together in the smell of fresh raw seafood at the rear of a Shiga sushi stall. `You come back, two hour.'
`I need one now, man. Got anything right now?'
Shin rummaged behind empty two-liter cans that had once been filled with powdered horseradish. He produced a slender package wrapped in gray plastic. `Taser. One hour, twenty New Yen. Thirty deposit.'
`Shit. I don't need that. I need a gun. Like I maybe wanna shoot somebody, understand?'
The waiter shrugged, replacing the taser behind the horse radish cans. `Two hour.'
He went into the shop without bothering to glance at the display of shuriken. He'd never thrown one in his life.
He bought two packs of Yeheyuans with a Mitsubishi Bank chip that gave his name as Charles Derek May. It beat Truman Starr, the best he'd been able to do for a passport.
The Japanese woman behind the terminal looked like she had a few years on old Deane, none of them with the benefit of science. He took his slender roll of New Yen out of his pocket and showed it to her. `I want to buy a weapon.'
She gestured in the direction of a case filled with knives.
`No,' he said, `I don't like knives.'
She brought an oblong box from beneath the counter. The lid was yellow cardboard, stamped with a crude image of a coiled cobra with a swollen hood. Inside were eight identical tissue-wrapped cylinders. He watched while mottled brown fingers stripped the paper from one. She held the thing up for him to examine, a dull steel tube with a leather thong at one end and a small bronze pyramid at the other. She gripped the tube with one hand, the pyramid between her other thumb and forefinger, and pulled. Three oiled, telescoping segments of tightly wound coilspring slid out and locked. `Cobra,' she said.
Beyond the neon shudder of Ninsei, the sky was that mean shade of gray. The air had gotten worse; it seemed to have teeth tonight, and half the crowd wore filtration masks. Case had spent ten minutes in a urinal, trying to discover a convenient way to conceal his cobra; finally he'd settled for tucking the handle into the waistband of his jeans, with the tube slanting across his stomach. The pyramidal striking tip rode between his ribcage and the lining of his windbreaker. The thing felt like it might clatter to the pavement with his next step, but it made him feel better.
The Chat wasn't really a dealing bar, but on weeknights it attracted a related clientele. Fridays and Saturdays were different. The regulars were still there, most of them, but they faded behind an influx of sailors and the specialists who preyed on them. As Case pushed through the doors, he looked for Ratz, but the bartender wasn't in sight. Lonny Zone, the bar's resident pimp, was observing with glazed fatherly interest as one of his girls went to work on a young sailor. Zone was addicted to a brand of hypnotic the Japanese called Cloud Dancers. Catching the pimp's eye, Case beckoned him to the bar. Zone came drifting through the crowd in slow motion, his long face slack and placid.
`You seen Wage tonight, Lonny?'
Zone regarded him with his usual calm. He shook his head.
`You sure, man?'
`Maybe in the Namban. Maybe two hours ago.'
`Got some joeboys with him? One of 'em thin, dark hair, maybe a black jacket?'
`No,' Zone said at last, his smooth forehead creased to indicate the effort it cost him to recall so much pointless detail. `Big boys. Graftees.' Zone's eyes showed very little white and less iris; under the drooping lids, his pupils were dilated and enormous. He stared into Case's face for a long time, then lowered his gaze. He saw the bulge of the steel whip. `Cobra,' he said, and raised an eyebrow. `You wanna fuck somebody up?'
`See you, Lonny.' Case left the bar.
His tail was back. He was sure of it. He felt a stab of elation, the octagons and adrenaline mingling with something else. You're enjoying this, he thought; you're crazy.
Because, in some weird and very approximate way, it was like a run in the matrix. Get just wasted enough, find yourself in some desperate but strangely arbitrary kind of trouble, and it was possible to see Ninsei as a field of data, the way the matrix had once reminded him of proteins linking to distinguish cell specialties. Then you could throw yourself into a highspeed drift and skid, totally engaged but set apart from it all, and all around you the dance of biz, information interacting, data made flesh in the mazes of the black market...
Go it, Case, he told himself. Suck 'em in. Last thing they'll expect. He was half a block from the games arcade where he'd first met Linda Lee.
He bolted across Ninsei, scattering a pack of strolling sail ors. One of them screamed after him in Spanish. Then he was through the entrance, the sound crashing over him like surf, subsonics throbbing in the pit of his stomach. Someone scored a ten-megaton hit on Tank War Europa, a simulated airburst drowning the arcade in white sound as a lurid hologram fireball mushroomed overhead. He cut to the right and loped up a flight of unpainted chipboard stairs. He'd come here once with Wage, to discuss a deal in proscribed hormonal triggers with a man called Matsuga. He remembered the hallway, its stained mat ting, the row of identical doors leading to tiny office cubicles. One door was open now. A Japanese girl in a sleeveless black t-shirt glanced up from a white terminal, behind her head a travel poster of Greece, Aegian blue splashed with streamlined ideograms.
`Get your security up here,' Case told her.
Then he sprinted down the corridor, out of her sight. The last two doors were closed and, he assumed, locked. He spun and slammed the sole of his nylon running shoe into the blue lacquered composition door at the far end. It popped, cheap hardware failing from the splintered frame. Darkness there, the white curve of a terminal housing. Then he was on the door to its right, both hands around the transparent plastic knob, leaning in with everything he had. Something snapped, and he was inside. This was where he and Wage had met with Mat suga, but whatever front company Matsuga had operated was long gone. No terminal, nothing. Light from the alley behind the arcade, filtering in through sootblown plastic. He made out a snakelike loop of fiberoptics protruding from a wall socket, a pile of discarded food containers, and the bladeless nacelle of an electric fan.
The window was a single pane of cheap plastic. He shrugged out of his jacket, bundled it around his right hand, and punched. It split, requiring two more blows to free it from the frame. Over the muted chaos of the games, an alarm began to cycle, triggered either by the broken window or by the girl at the head of the corridor.
Case turned, pulled his jacket on, and flicked the cobra to full extension.
With the door closed, he was counting on his tail to assume he'd gone through the one he'd kicked half off its hinges. The cobra's bronze pyramid began to bob gently, the spring-steel shaft amplifying his pulse.
Nothing happened. There was only the surging of the alarm, the crashing of the games, his heart hammering. When the fear came, it was like some half-forgotten friend. Not the cold, rapid mechanism of the dex-paranoia, but simple animal fear. He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.
This cubicle was the sort of place where people died. He might die here. They might have guns...
A crash, from the far end of the corridor. A man's voice, shouting something in Japanese. A scream, shrill terror. An other crash.
And footsteps, unhurried, coming closer.
Passing his closed door. Pausing for the space of three rapid beats of his heart. And returning. One, two, three. A bootheel scraped the matting.
The last of his octagon-induced bravado collapsed. He snapped the cobra into its handle and scrambled for the window, blind with fear, his nerves screaming. He was up, out, and falling, all before he was conscious of what he'd done. The impact with pavement drove dull rods of pain through his shins.
A narrow wedge of light from a half-open service hatch framed a heap of discarded fiberoptics and the chassis of a junked console. He'd fallen face forward on a slab of soggy chipboard; he rolled over, into the shadow of the console. The cubicle's window was a square of faint light. The alarm still oscillated, louder here, the rear wall dulling the roar of the games.
A head appeared, framed in the window, backlit by the fluorescents in the corridor, then vanished. It returned, but he still couldn't read the features. Glint of silver across the eyes. `Shit,' someone said, a woman, in the accent of the northern Sprawl.
The head was gone. Case lay under the console for a long count of twenty, then stood up. The steel cobra was still in his hand, and it took him a few seconds to remember what it was. He limped away down the alley, nursing his left ankle.
Shin's pistol was a fifty-year-old Vietnamese imitation of a South American copy of a Walther PPK, double-action on the first shot, with a very rough pull. It was chambered for .22 long rifle, and Case would've preferred lead azide explosives to the simple Chinese hollowpoints Shin had sold him. Still, it was a handgun and nine rounds of ammunition, and as he made his way down Shiga from the sushi stall he cradled it in his jacket pocket. The grips were bright red plastic molded in a raised dragon motif, something to run your thumb across in the dark. He'd consigned the cobra to a dump canister on Ninsei and dry-swallowed another octagon.
The pill lit his circuits and he rode the rush down Shiga to Ninsei, then over to Baiitsu. His tail, he'd decided, was gone, and that was fine. He had calls to make, biz to transact, and it wouldn't wait. A block down Baiitsu, toward the port, stood a featureless ten-story office building in ugly yellow brick. Its windows were dark now, but a faint glow from the roof was visible if you craned your neck. An unlit neon sign near the main entrance offered CHEAP HOTEL under a cluster of ideo grams. If the place had another name, Case didn't know it; it was always referred to as Cheap Hotel. You reached it through an alley off Baiitsu, where an elevator waited at the foot of a transparent shaft. The elevator, like Cheap Hotel, was an af terthought, lashed to the building with bamboo and epoxy. Case climbed into the plastic cage and used his key, an unmarked length of rigid magnetic tape.
Case had rented a coffin here, on a weekly basis, since he'd arrived in Chiba, but he'd never slept in Cheap Hotel. He slept in cheaper places.
The elevator smelled of perfume and cigarettes; the sides of the cage was scratched and thumb-smudged. As it passed the fifth floor, he saw the lights of Ninsei. He drummed his fingers against the pistolgrip as the cage slowed with a gradual hiss. As always, it came to a full stop with a violent jolt, but he was ready for it. He stepped out into the courtyard that served the place as some combination of lobby and lawn.
Centered in the square carpet of green plastic turf, a Japanese teenager sat behind a C-shaped console, reading a textbook. The white fiberglass coffins were racked in a framework of industrial scaffolding. Six tiers of coffins, ten coffins on a side. Case nodded in the boy's direction and limped across the plastic grass to the nearest ladder. The compound was roofed with cheap laminated matting that rattled in a strong wind and leaked when it rained, but the coffins were reasonably difficult to open without a key.
The expansion-grate catwalk vibrated with his weight as he edged his way along the third tier to Number 92. The coffins were three meters long, the oval hatches a meter wide and just under a meter and a half tall. He fed his key into the slot and waited for verification from the house computer. Magnetic bolts thudded reassuringly and the hatch rose vertically with a creak of springs. Fluorescents flickered on as he crawled in, pulling the hatch shut behind him and slapping the panel that activated the manual latch.
There was nothing in Number 92 but a standard Hitachi pocket computer and a small white styrofoam cooler chest. The cooler contained the remains of three ten-kilo slabs of dry ice, carefully wrapped in paper to delay evaporation, and a spun aluminum lab flask. Crouching on the brown temperfoam slab that was both floor and bed, Case took Shin's .22 from his pocket and put it on top of the cooler. Then he took off his jacket. The coffin's terminal was molded into one concave wall, opposite a panel listing house rules in seven languages. Case took the pink handset from its cradle and punched a Hongkong number from memory. He let it ring five times, then hung up. His buyer for the three megabytes of hot RAM in the Hitachi wasn't taking calls.
He punched a Tokyo number in Shinjuku.
A woman answered, something in Japanese.
`Snake Man there?'
`Very good to hear from you,' said Snake Man, coming in on an extension. `I've been expecting your call.'
`I got the music you wanted.' Glancing at the cooler.
`I'm very glad to hear that. We have a cash flow problem. Can you front?'
`Oh, man, I really need the money bad...'
Snake Man hung up.
`You shit,' Case said to the humming receiver. He stared at the cheap little pistol.
`Iffy,' he said, `it's all looking very iffy tonight.'
Case walked into the Chat an hour before dawn, both hands in the pockets of his jacket: one held the rented pistol, the other the aluminum flask.
Ratz was at a rear table, drinking Apollonaris water from a beer pitcher, his hundred and twenty kilos of doughy flesh tilted against the wall on a creaking chair. A Brazilian kid called Kurt was on the bar, tending a thin crowd of mostly silent drunks. Ratz's plastic arm buzzed as he raised the pitcher and drank. His shaven head was filmed with sweat. `You look bad, friend artiste,' he said, flashing the wet ruin of his teeth.
`I'm doing just fine,' said Case, and grinned like a skull. `Super fine.' He sagged into the chair opposite Ratz, hands still in his pockets.
`And you wander back and forth in this portable bombshelter built of booze and ups, sure. Proof against the grosser emotions, yes?'
`Why don't you get off my case, Ratz? You seen Wage?'
`Proof against fear and being alone,' the bartender contin ued. `Listen to the fear. Maybe it's your friend.'
`You hear anything about a fight in the arcade tonight, Ratz? Somebody hurt?'
`Crazy cut a security man.' He shrugged. `A girl, they say.'
`I gotta talk to Wage. Ratz, I...'
`Ah.' Ratz's mouth narrowed, compressed into a single line. He was looking past Case, toward the entrance. `I think you are about to.'
Case had a sudden flash of the shuriken in their window. The speed sang in his head. The pistol in his hand was slippery with sweat.
`Herr Wage,' Ratz said, slowly extending his pink manip ulator as if he expected it to be shaken. `How great a pleasure. Too seldom do you honor us.'
Case turned his head and looked up into Wage's face. It was a tanned and forgettable mask. The eyes were vatgrown sea-green Nikon transplants. Wage wore a suit of gunmetal silk and a simple bracelet of platinum on either wrist. He was flanked by his joeboys, nearly identical young men, their arms and shoulders bulging with grafted muscle.
`How you doing, Case?'
`Gentlemen,' said Ratz, picking up the table's heaped ash tray in his pink plastic claw, `I want no trouble here.' The ashtray was made of thick, shatterproof plastic, and advertised Tsingtao beer. Ratz crushed it smoothly, butts and shards of green plastic cascading onto the tabletop. `You understand?'
`Hey, sweetheart,' said one of the joeboys, `you wanna try that thing on me?'
`Don't bother aiming for the legs, Kurt,' Ratz said, his tone conversational. Case glanced across the room and saw the Bra zilian standing on the bar, aiming a Smith & Wesson riot gun at the trio. The thing's barrel, made of paper-thin alloy wrapped with a kilometer of glass filament, was wide enough to swallow a fist. The skeletal magazine revealed five fat orange cartridges, subsonic sandbag jellies.
`Technically nonlethal,' said Ratz.
`Hey, Ratz,' Case said, `I owe you one.'
The bartender shrugged. `Nothing, you owe me. These,' and he glowered at Wage and the joeboys, `should know better. You don't take anybody off in the Chatsubo.'
Wage coughed. `So who's talking about taking anybody off. We just wanna talk business. Case and me, we work together.'
Case pulled the .22 out of his pocket and levelled it at Wage's crotch. `I hear you wanna do me.' Ratz's pink claw closed around the pistol and Case let his hand go limp.
`Look, Case, you tell me what the fuck is going on with you, you wig or something? What's this shit I'm trying to kill you?' Wage turned to the boy on his left. `You two go back to the Namban. Wait for me.'
Case watched as they crossed the bar, which was now en tirely deserted except for Kurt and a drunken sailor in khakis, who was curled at the foot of a barstool. The barrel of the Smith & Wesson tracked the two to the door, then swung back to cover Wage. The magazine of Case's pistol clattered on the table. Ratz held the gun in his claw and pumped the round out of the chamber.
`Who told you I was going to hit you, Case?' Wage asked.
Linda.
`Who told you, man? Somebody trying to set you up?'
The sailor moaned and vomited explosively.
`Get him out of here,' Ratz called to Kurt, who was sitting on the edge of the bar now, the Smith & Wesson across his lap, lighting a cigarette.
Case felt the weight of the night come down on him like a bag of wet sand settling behind his eyes. He took the flask out of his pocket and handed it to Wage. `All I got. Pituitaries. Get you five hundred if you move it fast. Had the rest of my roll in some RAM, but that's gone by now.'
`You okay, Case?' The flask had already vanished behind a gunmetal lapel. `I mean, fine, this'll square us, but you look bad. Like hammered shit. You better go somewhere and sleep.'
`Yeah.' He stood up and felt the Chat sway around him. `Well, I had this fifty, but I gave it to somebody.' He giggled. He picked up the .22's magazine and the one loose cartridge and dropped them into one pocket, then put the pistol in the other. `I gotta see Shin, get my deposit back.'
`Go home,' said Ratz, shifting on the creaking chair with something like embarrassment. `Artiste. Go home.'
He felt them watching as he crossed the room and shouldered his way past the plastic doors.
`Bitch,' he said to the rose tint over Shiga. Down on Ninsei the holograms were vanishing like ghosts, and most of the neon was already cold and dead. He sipped thick black coffee from a street vendor's foam thimble and watched the sun come up. `You fly away, honey. Towns like this are for people who like the way down.' But that wasn't it, really, and he was finding it increasingly hard to maintain the sense of betrayal. She just wanted a ticket home, and the RAM in his Hitachi would buy it for her, if she could find the right fence. And that business with the fifty; she'd almost turned it down, knowing she was about to rip him for the rest of what he had.
When he climbed out of the elevator, the same boy was on the desk. Different textbook. `Good buddy,' Case called across the plastic turf, `you don't need to tell me. I know already. Pretty lady came to visit, said she had my key. Nice little tip for you, say fifty New ones?' The boy put down his book. `Woman,' Case said, and drew a line across his forehead with his thumb. `Silk.' He smiled broadly. The boy smiled back, nodded. `Thanks, asshole,' Case said.
On the catwalk, he had trouble with the lock. She'd messed it up somehow when she'd fiddled it, he thought. Beginner. He knew where to rent a blackbox that would open anything in Cheap Hotel. Fluorescents came on as he crawled in.
`Close the hatch real slow, friend. You still got that Saturday night special you rented from the waiter?'
She sat with her back to the wall, at the far end of the coffin. She had her knees up, resting her wrists on them; the pepperbox muzzle of a flechette pistol emerged from her hands.
`That you in the arcade?' He pulled the hatch down. `Where's Linda?'
`Hit that latch switch.'
He did.
`That your girl? Linda?'
He nodded.
`She's gone. Took your Hitachi. Real nervous kid. What about the gun, man?' She wore mirrored glasses. Her clothes were black, the heels of black boots deep in the temperfoam.
`I took it back to Shin, got my deposit. Sold his bullets back to him for half what I paid. You want the money?'
`No.'
`Want some dry ice? All I got, right now.'
`What got into you tonight? Why'd you pull that scene at the arcade? I had to mess up this rentacop came after me with nunchucks.'
`Linda said you were gonna kill me.'
`Linda said? I never saw her before I came up here.'
`You aren't with Wage?'
She shook her head. He realized that the glasses were sur gically inset, sealing her sockets. The silver lenses seemed to grow from smooth pale skin above her cheekbones, framed by dark hair cut in a rough shag. The fingers curled around the fletcher were slender, white, tipped with polished burgundy. The nails looked artificial. `I think you screwed up, Case. I showed up and you just fit me right into your reality picture.'
`So what do you want, lady?' He sagged back against the hatch.
`You. One live body, brains still somewhat intact. Molly, Case. My name's Molly. I'm collecting you for the man I work for. Just wants to talk; is all. Nobody wants to hurt you.'
`That's good.'
`'Cept I do hurt people sometimes, Case. I guess it's just the way I'm wired.' She wore tight black gloveleather jeans and a bulky black jacket cut from some matte fabric that seemed to absorb light. `If I put this dartgun away, will you be easy, Case? You look like you like to take stupid chances.'
`Hey, I'm very easy. I'm a pushover, no problem.'
`That's fine, man.' The fletcher vanished into the black jacket. `Because you try to fuck around with me, you'll be taking one of the stupidest chances of your whole life.'
She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers slightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails.
She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew. | 162,736 | English | Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1984, titled "Neuromancer Chapter 1", by artist "William Gibson". |
This Lil Game We Play | rb | Subway | 1,994 | [Spoken Intro: Subway & (702)]
[Ooh] Yo, baby
You ready to let the games begin? (Ohhhhh)
[Oh baby] 'Cause I'm ready (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
On your mark, get set, here we go
Check it
[Chorus: Subway & 702]
Girl, I want you to stay
So we can play this little game we play
You go hide, and I will seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
Boy, I really wanna stay
And play that little game you play
But you go hide, and let me seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
Aww yeah, first verse
[Verse 1: Subway & 702]
I'm thinking about you, every day
Got me feelin' kinda freaky
Girl, why you wanna leave me that way?
Boy, I don't wanna leave you
So I'll stay for a little while
But we play by my rules
'Cause bein' loose just ain't my style
No no no no ohhhh
[Chorus: Subway & 702]
Girl, I want you to stay
So we can play this little game we play
You go hide, and I will seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
Boy, I really wanna stay
And play that little game you play
But you go hide, and let me seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
[Verse 2: Subway & 702]
Ohhh, so you wanna run things (Mmm-hmm)
Well, that's cool with me
You better know what you're doin' (I know)
Girl, I'm a hard one to please
Come on
Oohhh, talk is cheap (Yeah)
Let's get right to it (Ooh baby)
Let the fun and games begin
Boy, I'm ready to do this
[Chorus: Subway & 702]
Girl, I want u to stay
So we can play this little game we play
You go hide, and I will seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
Boy, I really wanna stay
And play that little game you play
But you go hide, and let me seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
[Bridge: Subway + 702 + Both]
It's your move, baby (It's your move, baby)
So show me what u got (Show me what you got)
'Cause when it's my turn (But when its my turn)
The game is gonna get hot
I like what you're sayin'
Boy, it sounds real good, real good
But are you ready for a real woman
To test your manhood?
This little game that we play (Yeah baby, it's my game)
It's just a little game that we play (But you gotta play by my rules)
This little game that we play (Come on)
It's just a little game that we play
(Just one lil game real quick, here we go)
Baby, don't start if you think you can't finish
Come prepared if you think you're gonna win this
Give it your best shot (Yeah)
Give me all you got (Oh)
Guaranteed to make you hot (Make me hot, baby, oh oh)
I wanna play this game with you
I wanna play this game with you
But don't be no fool (Yes I do)
You gotta play by my rules
[Chorus: Subway]
Girl, I want you to stay
So we can play this little game we play
You go hide, and I will seek
Let me be the one to make you weak
Girl, I want you to stay
So we can play this little game we play
You go hide, and I will seek
Let me be the one to make you weak | 1,478,938 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 1994, titled "This Lil Game We Play", by artist "Subway". |
Difference Maker | rock | NEEDTOBREATHE | 2,014 | [Verse 1]
Yeah, isn't it amazing how a man can find himself alone?
Call into the darkness for an answer that's he's never known
Yeah, isn't it amazing how a God can take a broken man
Yeah, let him find a fortune, let him ruin it with his own two hands?
[Pre-Chorus]
And he climbs on up the hill
On the rock on which he stands
He looks back at the crowd
And he looks down at his hands and he says
I am a difference maker
[Chorus]
Oh, I am the difference maker
Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him
I am the friendliest of friends of God
[Verse 1]
Yeah, isn't it amazing how a man can find himself alone?
Call into the darkness for an answer that's he's never known
Yeah, isn't it amazing how a God can take a broken man
Yeah, let him find a fortune, let him ruin it with his own two hands?
[Pre-Chorus]
And he climbs on up the hill
On the rock on which he stands
He looks back at the crowd
And he looks down at his hands and he says
I am a difference maker
[Chorus]
Oh, I am the difference maker
Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him
I am the friendliest of friends of God
[Verse 2]
I am on the fence about nearly everything I've seen
And I have felt the fire get put out by too much gasoline
And we're all strangers passing through a place and time, an afternoon
Life is but a vision in a window that we're peeking through
Helpless conversation with a man who says he cares a lot
It's a passive confrontation about who might throw a punch or not
And we are all transgressors, we're all sinners, we're all astronauts
So if you're beating death then raise your hand, but shut up if you're not
[Chorus]
'Cause I am a difference maker
Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him
I am the friendliest of friends of God
I am a difference maker
Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him
I am the friendliest of friends of God | 341,700 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2014, titled "Difference Maker", by artist "NEEDTOBREATHE". |
Pinball Wizard | rock | The Who | 1,969 | [Verse 1: Roger Daltrey]
Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton, I must've played 'em all
But I ain't seen nothin' like him in any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
[Verse 2: Roger Daltrey]
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine
Feelin' all the bumpers, always playin' clean
Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
[Chorus 1: Pete Townshend & Roger Daltrey]
He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist
A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist
[Post-Chorus: Pete Townshend & Roger Daltrey]
How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?
[Verse 3: Roger Daltrey]
Ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes and bells
Don't see no lights a-flashin', plays by sense of smell
Always gets the replay, never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball
[Chorus 2: Roger Daltrey & Pete Townshend]
I thought I was the Bally table king
But I just handed my pinball crown to him
[Verse 4: Roger Daltrey]
Even on my favorite table, he can beat my best
His disciples lead him in, and he just does the rest
He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball | 73,135 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1969, titled "Pinball Wizard", by artist "The Who". |
Ruler of Everything | rock | Tally Hall | 2,003 | [Intro]
Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had
So he shot at the sun with a gun
Shot at the sun with a gun
Shot at his wily one only friend
[Verse 1]
In the gallows or the ghetto (ah-h)
In the town or the meadow
In the billows, even over the sun (ah-h)
Every end of the time is another begun
[Chorus]
You understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything (ah...)
The ruler of everything (ah...)
I'm the ruler of everything in the end
(!mih teG !yawa gninnur s’eh ,tibbarkcaJ a s’eH .oh oh oh oh oh hO)
[Verse 2: Man (Zubin) & Time (Joe)]
Do you like how I dance? I've got zirconium pants
Consequential enough to slip you into a trance
Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?
Do you like how my face disintegrates into chalk?
I have a wonderful wife, I have a powerful job
She criticizes me for being egocentric (Ha-ha-ha-ha!)
You practice your mannerisms into the wall
If this mirror were clearer I'd be standing so tall
I saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill
I was observing the birds (circle in for the kill)
I've been you, I know you, your façade is a scam
You know you're making me cry, this is the way that I am
I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scheme
Detective undercover, brotherhood, objective: obscene
Oh, no, no, oh, yeah
[Bridge]
Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber
With an, "Oh my god I've got to get out of here or I'll have another
Word to sell, another story to tell
Another timepiece ringing the bell"?
Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end?
No, you know it must be never-ending, comprehend if you can
But when you try to pretend to understand
You resemble a fool, although you're only a man
So give it up and smile
Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber
With an, "Oh my god I've got to get out of here or I'll have another
Word to sell, another story to tell
Another timepiece ringing the bell"?
Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end?
No, you know it must be neverending, comprehend if you can
But when you try to pretend to understand
You resemble a fool although you're only a man
So give it up and smile (time, time, time, time...)
[Chorus]
You understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything (ah...)
The ruler of everything (ah...)
I'm the ruler of everything in the end
[Outro]
Without looking down, gliding around
Like a bumbling dragon I fly
Scraping my face on the sky
Oh, no, no, oh, yeah | 1,609,158 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2003, titled "Ruler of Everything", by artist "Tally Hall". |
Looking In | pop | Mariah Carey | 1,995 | [Verse 1]
You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don't believe
That's all there is to see
You'll never know the real me
[Verse 2]
She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbors adolescent fears
She dreams of all
That she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me
[Verse 3]
Don't say, "She takes it all for granted"
I'm well aware of all I have
Don't think that I am disenchanted
Please understand
[Verse 4]
It seems as though I've always been
Somebody outside looking in
Well, here I am for all of them to bleed
But they can't take my heart from me
And they can't bring me to my knees
They'll never know the real me | 204,270 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1995, titled "Looking In", by artist "Mariah Carey". |
Stop the Dams | rock | Gorillaz | 2,007 | [Verse 1: 2D]
When you're smoking tin foil in the morning
It's gonna be a cold day
When you're keeping everything inside you
It can only hurt you
[Chorus 1: 2D]
Unrelated sounds
The sun will shine again
You hold it in your hands
[Verse 2: 2D]
This land is a young land, let it stay that way
Its pollution only turns you into
Something you don't want to see in the water
A reflection of them that you receive
[Chorus 2: 2D]
You don't own the sun
And the sun won't shine again
So maybe you're all in love
With aluminium
[Interlude: Ghostigital]
The cling and a clang is the metal in my head when I walk
I hear a sort of, this tinging noise
"Cling clang" The cling clang
So many things happen while walking
The metal in my head clangs and clings as I walk
Freaks my balance out
So the natural thought is just clogged up, totally clogged up
So we need to unplug these dams and make the natural flow
It sort of freaks me out
We need to unplug the dams
You cannot stop the natural flow of thought with a cling and a clang
[Chorus 3: 2D]
And wake me up again until
We're aluminium
You hold it in your hands
The sun will shine again
The sun will shine again
The sun will shine again
The sun will shine again
The sun will shine again
The sun will shine again | 390,357 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2007, titled "Stop the Dams", by artist "Gorillaz". |
OK OK | rap | JB Scofield | 2,019 | [Bridge]
I know they’ll go mad if they see this whip
Okay Okay!
So they wanna know if this money legit
Okay Okay!
All that designer, still no drip?
Oh that’s a shame!
Right now man I’m in my zone
When we hit the road
See us switching lanes!
(Oh My God!)
[Chorus]
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
(Oh My God Oh My Days!)
[Verse 1]
Okay Okay!
Bro must have bussed his case
So they wanna know what I got in my locker
They’re gonna be pissed if I open that safe
You know it’s all maddaz!
Last year man it could have been a scary one
But they know what I did last summer
Couldn’t keep count of this years profit
But nevertheless we keep it a hundred
Or a hundred & something
Might slap it on V-A-R
She didn’t want to know when she seen me on foot
Said I look better in a C-A-R
Watch me get it ready and set it
Cause I let it go like olympics (Let it go, Let it go!)
They ain’t there at the start but they’re there when you’re finished
Okay Okay!
Last year he had all that chat, now you wanna come back
Should have seen my face
Pretty Amazed!
Oh my days!
Kinda mad how the love just goes, ain’t no magic tricks I ain’t David Blaine
[Bridge]
I know they’ll go mad if they see this whip
Okay Okay!
So they wanna know if this money legit
Okay Okay!
All that designer, still no drip?
Oh that’s a shame!
Right now man I’m in my zone
When we hit the road
See us switching lanes!
(Oh My God!)
[Chorus]
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
(Oh My God Oh My Days!)
[Verse 2]
I hope you get paid for all of that tweeting
Cause that time you was chilling on your phone
My price went up same time that evening
All of this talk ain’t really convenient
Leave it, my sauce got different seasoning
All my mandem been chilling top 4
Do you even know what a champions league is?
I bet you don’t, Imma see you next season
Leave it!
Oh yeah I forgot to mention
I see them man gathering around, doing all of this talk
Can’t pay them attention like
I’m waiting on my PRS
Moves on moves I ain’t playing no chess
I thought I told them about the way that I lapped it
I’m rather surprised I ain’t creased my creps
(Oh My God!)
She watching the step, she watching the gang and the way we bop
My young bro said he’s afraid of heights
Someone tell him he’s pissed cause we’re soon on top
Like
Cause I know they’re watching
If it’s 10 out of 10 I’ll cop it, my attitude foul that’s yellow like mustard
[Bridge]
I know they’ll go mad if they see this whip
Okay Okay!
So they wanna know if this money legit
Okay Okay!
All that designer, still no drip?
Oh that’s a shame!
Right now man I’m in my zone
I hit the road
I'm switching lanes
(Oh My God!)
[Outro]
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
(Oh My God!)
[Chorus]
(Oh My God!)
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Okay Okay!
Tell them straight!
(Oh My God Oh My Days!) | 5,021,575 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2019, titled "OK OK", by artist "JB Scofield". |
Jacksonville | rock | Sufjan Stevens | 2,005 | [Verse 1]
I'm not afraid of the black man running
He's got it right, he's got a better life coming
I don't care what the captain said
I fold it right at the top of my head
I lost my sight and the state packs in
I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jacksonville
[Hook]
Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh
She gave us a medal, she gave us a map
Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh
If seeing is right, then look where you're at
[Verse 2]
I'm not afraid of Nichols Park
I ride the train and I ride it after dark
I'm not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it one more try
And I said things that I meant to say
The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade
I go out to the golden age
The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change
[Hook]
Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh
She gave us a mirror, she gave us a map
Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh
If seeing is right, then look where you're at
[Verse 3]
Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking
Show us the wheel and give us the wine
Raise the banner, Jackson hammer
Everyone goes to the capitol line
Colored preacher, nice to meet you!
The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!
Education, ask the nation
You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine
Andrew Jackson all I'm asking
Give us the wheel and give us the wine | 100,414 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2005, titled "Jacksonville", by artist "Sufjan Stevens". |
The Diary of Anne Frank Excerpts 1/13/1943-6/13/1943 | misc | Anne Frank | 2,014 | WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 13, 1943
Dearest Kitty, This morning I was constantly interrupted, and as a result I haven't been able to finish a single thing I've begun.
We have a new pastime, namely, filling packages with powdered gravy. The gravy is one of Gies & Co.'s products. Mr. Kugler hasn't been able to find anyone else to fill the packages, and besides, it's cheaper if we do the job. It's the kind of work they do in prisons. It's incredibly boring and makes us dizzy and giggly.
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes. They're allowed to take only a knapsack and a little cash with them, and even then, they're robbed of these possessions on the way. Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone. The Christians in Holland are also living in fear because their sons are being sent to Germany. Everyone is scared. Every night hundreds of planes pass over Holland on their way to German cities, to sow their bombs on German soil. Every hour hundreds, or maybe even thousands, of people are being killed in Russia and Africa. No one can keep out of the conflict, the entire world is at war, and even though the Allies are doing better, the end is nowhere in sight.
As for us, we're quite fortunate. Luckier than millions of people. It's quiet and safe here, and we're using our money to buy food. We're so selfish that we talk about "after the war" and look forward to new clothes and shoes, when actually we should be saving every penny to help others when the war is over, to salvage whatever we can.
The children in this neighborhood run around in thin shirts and wooden shoes. They have no coats, no caps, no stockings and no one to help them. Gnawing on a carrot to still their hunger pangs, they walk from their cold houses through cold streets to an even colder classroom. Things have gotten so bad in Holland that hordes of children stop passersby in the streets to beg for a piece of bread.
I could spend hours telling you about the suffering the war has brought, but I'd only make myself more miserable. All we can do is wait, as calmly as possible, for it to end. Jews and Christians alike are waiting, the whole world is waiting, and many are waiting for death.
Yours,
Anne
SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it. I'd like to scream, stamp my foot, give Mother a good shaking, cry and I don't know what else because of the nasty words, mocking looks and accusations that she hurls at me day after day, piercing me like arrows from a tightly strung bow, which are nearly impossible to pull from my body. I'd like to scream at Mother, Margot, the van Daans, Dussel and Father too: "Leave me alone, let me have at least one night when I don't cry myself to sleep with my eyes burning and my head pounding. Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world!" But I can't do that. I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me. I couldn't bear their sympathy or their good-humored derision. It would only make me want to scream even more.
Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should, stupid, cowardly, calculating, etc., etc. All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn't antagonize everyone.
But that's impossible. I'm stuck with the character I was born with, and yet I'm sure I'm not a bad person. I do my best to please everyone, more than they'd ever suspect in a million years. When I'm upstairs, I try to laugh it off because I don't want them to see my troubles.
More than once, after a series of absurd reproaches, I've snapped at Mother: "I don't care what you say. Why don't you just wash your hands of me -- I'm a hopeless case." Of course, she'd tell me not to talk back and virtually ignore me for two days. Then suddenly all would be forgotten and she'd treat me like everyone else.
It's impossible for me to be all smiles one day and venomous the next. I'd rather choose the golden mean, which isn't so golden, and keep my thoughts to myself. Perhaps sometime I'll treat the others with the same contempt as they treat me. Oh, if only I could.
Yours,
Anne
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Though it's been ages since I've written to you about the squabbles, there's still no change. In the beginning Mr. Dussel took our soon-forgotten clashes very seriously, but now he's grown used to them and no longer tries to mediate.
Margot and Peter aren't exactly what you'd call "young"; they're both so quiet and boring. Next to them, I stick out like a sore thumb, and I'm always being told, "Margot and Peter don't act that way. Why don't you follow your sister's example!" I hate that.
I confess that I have absolutely no desire to be like Margot. She's too weak-willed and passive to suit me; she lets herself be swayed by others and always backs down under pressure. I want to have more spunk! But I keep ideas like these to myself. They'd only laugh at me if I offered this in my defense.
During meals the air is filled with tension. Fortunately, the outbursts are sometimes held in check by the "soup eaters," the people from the office who come up to have a cup of soup for lunch.
This afternoon Mr. van Daan again brought up the fact that Margot eats so little. "I suppose you do it to keep your figure," he added in a mocking tone.
Mother, who always comes to Margot's defense, said in a loud voice, "I can't stand that stupid chatter of yours a minute longer."
Mrs. van D. turned red as a beet. Mr. van D. stared straight ahead and said nothing.
Still, we often have a good laugh. Not long ago Mrs. van D. was entertaining us with some bit of nonsense or another. She was talking about the past, about how well she got along with her father and what a flirt she was. "And you know," she continued, "my father told me that if a gentleman ever got fresh, I was to say, 'Remember, sir, that I'm a lady,' and he'd know what I meant." We split our sides laughing, as if she'd told us a good joke.
Even Peter, though he's usually quiet, occasionally gives rise to hilarity. He has the misfortune of adoring foreign words without knowing what they mean. One afternoon we couldn't use the toilet because there were visitors in the office. Unable to wait, he went to the bathroom but didn't flush the toilet. To warn us of the unpleasant odor, he tacked a sign to the bathroom door: "RSVP -- gas!" Of course, he meant "Danger -- gas!" but he thought "RSVP" looked more elegant. He didn't have the faintest idea that it meant "please reply."
Yours,
Anne
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Pim is expecting the invasion any day now. Churchill has had pneumonia, but is gradually getting better. Gandhi, the champion of Indian freedom, is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes.
Mrs. van D. claims she's fatalistic. But who's the most afraid when the guns go off? None other than Petronella van Daan.
Jan brought along the episcopal letter that the bishops addressed to their parishioners. It was beautiful and inspiring. "People of the Netherlands, stand up and take action. Each of us must choose our own weapons to fight for the freedom of our country, our people and our reli gion! Give your help and support. Act now!" This is what they're preaching from the pulpit. Will it do any good? It's definitely too late to help our fellow Jews.
Guess what's happened to us now? The owner of the building sold it without informing Mr. Kugler and Mr. Kleiman. One morning the new landlord arrived with an architect to look the place over. Thank goodness Mr. Kleiman was in the office. He showed the gentlemen all there was to see, with the exception of the Secret Annex. He claimed he'd left the key at home and the new owner asked no further questions. If only he doesn't come back demanding to see the Annex. In that case, we'll be in big trouble!
Father emptied a card file for Margot and me and filled it with index cards that are blank on one side. This is to become our reading file, in which Margot and I are supposed to note down the books we've read, the author and the date. I've learned two new words: "brothel" and "coquette." I've bought a separate notebook for new words. There's a new division of butter and margarine. Each person is to get their portion on their own plate. The distribution is very unfair. The van Daans, who always make breakfast for everyone, give themselves one and a half times more than they do us. My parents are much too afraid of an argument to say anything, which is a shame, because I think people like that should always be given a taste of their own medicine.
Yours,
Anne
SATURDAY, MARCH 27, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
We've finished our shorthand course and are now working on improving our speed. Aren't we smart! Let me tell you more about my "time killers" (this is what I call my courses, because all we ever do is try to make the days go by as quickly as possible so we are that much closer to the end of our time here). I adore mythology, especially the Greek and Roman gods. Everyone here thinks my interest is just a passing fancy, since they've never heard of a teenager with an appreciation of mythology. Well then, I guess I'm the first!
Mr. van Daan has a cold. Or rather, he has a scratchy throat, but he's making an enormous to-do over it. He gargles with camomile tea, coats the roof of his mouth with a tincture of myrrh and rubs Mentholatum over his chest, nose, gums and tongue. And to top it off, he's in a foul mood!
Rauter, some German bigwig, recently gave a speech. "All Jews must be out of the German-occupied territories before July 1. The province of Utrecht will be cleansed of Jews [as if they were cockroaches] between April 1 and May 1, and the provinces of North and South Holland between May 1 and June 1." These poor people are being shipped off to filthy slaughterhouses like a herd of sick and neglected cattle. But I'll say no more on the subject. My own thoughts give me nightmares!
One good piece of news is that the Labor Exchange was set on fire in an act of sabotage. A few days later the County Clerk's Office also went up in flames. Men posing as German police bound and gagged the guards and managed to destroy some important documents.
Yours,
Anne
THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
I'm not really in the mood for pranks (see the date). On the contrary, today I can safely quote the saying" Misfortunes never come singly." First, Mr. Kleiman, our merry sunshine, had another bout of gastrointestinal hemorrhaging yesterday and will have to stay in bed for at least three weeks. I should tell you that his stomach has been bothering him quite a bit, and there's no cure. Second, Bep has the flu. Third, Mr. Voskuijl has to go to the hospital next week. He probably has an ulcer and will have to undergo surgery. Fourth, the managers of Pomosin Industries came from Frankfurt to discuss the new Opekta deliveries. Father had gone over the important points with Mr. Kleiman, and there wasn't enough time to give Mr. Kugler a thorough briefing.
The gentlemen arrived from Frankfurt, and Father was already shaking at the thought of how the talks would go. "If only I could be there, if only I were downstairs," he exclaimed.
"Go lie down with your ear to the floor. They'll be brought to the private office, and you'll be able to hear everything.'
Father's face cleared, and yesterday morning at ten-thirty Margot and Pim (two ears are better than one) took up their posts on the floor. By noon the talks weren't finished, but Father was in no shape to continue his listening campaign. He was in agony from having to lie for hours in such an unusual and uncomfortable position. At two-thirty we heard voices in the hall, and I took his place; Margot kept me company. The conversation was so long-winded and boring that I suddenly fell asleep on the cold, hard linoleum. Margot didn't dare touch me for fear they'd hear us, and of course she couldn't shout. I slept for a good half hour and then awoke with a start, having forgotten every word of the important discussion. Luckily, Margot had paid more attention.
Yours,
Anne
SATURDAY, MAY 1, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Yesterday was Dussel's birthday. At first he acted as if he didn't want to celebrate it, but when Miep arrived with a large shopping bag overflowing with gifts, he was as excited as a little kid. His darling "Lotje" has sent him eggs, butter, cookies, lemonade, bread, cognac, spice cake, flowers, oranges, chocolate, books and writing paper. He piled his presents on a table and displayed them for no fewer than three days, the silly old goat!
You mustn't get the idea that he's starving. We found bread, cheese, jam and eggs in his cupboard. It's absolutely disgraceful that Dussel, whom we've treated with such kindness and whom we took in to save from destruction, should stuff himself behind our backs and not give us anything. After all, we've shared all we had with him! But what's worse, in our opinion, is that he's so stingy with respect to Mr. Kleiman, Mr. Voskuijl and Bep. He doesn't give them a thing. In Dussel's view the oranges that Kleiman so badly needs for his sick stomach will benefit his own stomach even more.
Tonight the guns have been banging away so much that I've already had to gather up my belongings four times. Today I packed a suitcase with the stuff I'd need in case we had to flee, but as Mother correctly noted,
"Where would you go?"
All of Holland is being punished for the workers' strikes. Martial law has been declared, and everyone is going to get one less butter coupon. What naughty children. I washed Mother's hair this evening, which is no easy task these days. We have to use a very sticky liquid cleanser because there's no more shampoo. Besides that, Mom's had a hard time combing her hair because the family comb has only ten teeth left.
Yours,
Anne
TUESDAY, MAY 18, 1943
Dearest Kit,
I recently witnessed a fierce dogfight between German and English pilots. Unfortunately, a couple of Allied airmen had to jump out of their burning plane. Our milkman, who lives in Halfweg, saw four Canadians sitting along the side of the road, and one of them spoke fluent Dutch. He asked the milkman if he had a light for his cigarette, and then told him the crew had consisted of six men. The pilot had been burned to death, and the fifth crew member had hidden himself somewhere. The German Security Police came to pick up the four remaining men, none of whom were injured. After parachuting out of a flaming plane, how can anyone have such presence of mind?
Although it's undeniably hot, we have to light a fire every other day to burn our vegetable peelings and garbage. We can't throw anything into trash cans, because the warehouse employees might see it. One small act of carelessness and we're done for!
All college students are being asked to sign an official statement to the effect that they "sympathize with the Germans and approve of the New Order." Eighty percent have decided to obey the dictates of their conscience, but the penalty will be severe. Any student refusing to sign will be sent to a German labor camp. What's to become of the youth of our country if they've all got to do hard labor in Germany?
Last night the guns were making so much noise that Mother shut the window; I was in Pim's bed. Suddenly, right above our heads, we heard Mrs. van D. leap up, as if she'd been bitten by Mouschi. This was followed by a loud boom, which sounded as if a firebomb had landed beside my bed. "Lights! Lights!" I screamed.
Pim switched on the lamp. I expected the room to burst into flames any minute. Nothing happened. We all rushed upstairs to see what was going on. Mr. and Mrs. van D. had seen a red glow through the open window, and he thought there was a fire nearby, while she was certain our house was ablaze. Mrs. van D. was already standing beside her bed with her knees knocking when the boom came. Dussel stayed upstairs to smoke a cigarette, and we crawled back into bed. Less than fifteen minutes later the shooting started again. Mrs. van D. sprang out of bed and went downstairs to Dussel' s room to seek the comfort she was unable to find with her spouse. Dussel welcomed her with the words "Come into my bed, my child!"
We burst into peals of laughter, and the roar of the guns bothered us no more; our fears had all been swept away.
Yours,
Anne
SUNDAY, JUNE 13, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
The poem Father composed for my birthday is too nice to keep to myself. Since Pim writes his verses only in German, Margot volunteered to translate it into Dutch. See for yourself whether Margot hasn't done herself proud. It begins with the usual summary of the year's events and then continues:
As youngest among us, but small no more,
Your life can be trying, for we have the chore
Of becoming your teachers, a terrible bore.
"We've got experience! Take it from me!"
"We've done this all before, you see.
We know the ropes, we know the same."
Since time immemorial, always the same.
One's own shortcomings are nothing but fluff,
But everyone else's are heavier stuff:
Faultfinding comes easy when this is our plight,
But it's hard for your parents, try as they might,
To treat you with fairness, and kindness as well;
Nitpicking's a habit that's hard to dispel.
When you're living with old folks, all you can do
Is put up with their nagging -- it's hard but it's true.
The pill may be bitter, but down it must go,
For it's meant to keep the peace, you know.
The many months here have not been in vain,
Since wasting time goes against your Brain.
You read and study nearly all the day,
Determined to chase the boredom away.
The more difficult question, much harder to bear,
Is "What on earth do I have to wear?
I've got no more panties, my clothes are too tight,
My shirt is a loincloth, I'm really a sight!
To put on my shoes I must off my toes,
Oh dear, I'm plagued with so many woes!"
Margot had trouble getting the part about food to rhyme, so I'm leaving it out. But aside from that, don't you think it's a good poem?
For the rest, I've been thoroughly spoiled and have received a number of lovely presents, including a big book on my favorite subject, Greek and Roman mythology. Nor can I complain about the lack of candy; everyone had dipped into their last reserves. As the Benjamin of the Annex, I got more than I deserve.
Yours,
Anne | 386,154 | English | Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 2014, titled "The Diary of Anne Frank Excerpts 1/13/1943-6/13/1943", by artist "Anne Frank". |
Sweet Tangerine | pop | The Hush Sound | 2,006 | [Verse 1]
Rain falls, quickly wetting my hair and clothes
My cries fall upon her deaf ears, more tears
Let me in, please, it's cold
I'm freezing out here, I miss you, my dear
You're all his and I'm all yours
Like it or not, I'm all you've got
[Pre-Chorus]
Everyone will make mistakes
Without the sour, the sweet wouldn't taste as
[Chorus]
Sweet tangerine, will you please come back to me?
Cause I don't think that these feelings are gonna leave
[Verse 2]
Light cuts through the clouds and haunts me like bad dreams
Outside, lookin' in, I'm feeling lost and cold as a sin
A shred of hope, a little bit of sweetness
Anything please, except for defeat
If I could, I'd lock you up and toss out the key
It's just you and me
[Pre-Chorus]
Everyone will make mistakes, and I know I have
Without the sour, the sweet wouldn't taste as
[Chorus]
Sweet tangerine, will you please come back to me?
Cause I don't think that these feelings are gonna leave
Yeah, yeah, sweet melody, you'll be singing in your sleep
But this time you're not listening to a word I say
[Bridge]
Crept through the curtains, as quick as the cold wind
Slowly exploring the room where you sleep
The stare of your portrait, the passing of your scent
Left me no choice but to stay
I will dissolve into the dark beneath your bed
My hands will wait for a taste of your skin
[Chorus]
Sweet tangerine, will you please come back to me?
Cause I don't think that these feelings are gonna leave
Yeah, yeah, sweet melody, you'll be singing in your sleep
But this time you're not listening to a word I say
A word I say | 862,423 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2006, titled "Sweet Tangerine", by artist "The Hush Sound". |
Jelmore | rock | Bon Iver | 2,019 | [Verse 1]
Well, angel, morning Sivanna
Well, ain't been gone too far
But heading out towards Ponoma
Where you won't be alone
[Verse 2]
Where there's thrift store manager in a poke camadee
And a gas mask on his arm
And one by one by one
We'll all be gone
[Chorus]
We'll all be gone by the fall
We'll all be gone by the falling light
[Verse 3]
Brick layer
With a hat down on his feet
I'll say no more
I won't lead no Calvary
[Bridge]
How long
Will you disregard the heat?
Half beat
It's no misnomer though
[Outro]
I've the feeling that I better go
So
I slide right out the door, oh | 4,602,638 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2019, titled "Jelmore", by artist "Bon Iver". |
In My Secret Life | rock | Leonard Cohen | 2,001 | In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
I saw you this morning
You were moving so fast
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
Well on the past
And I miss you so much
There’s no one in sight
And we’re still making love
In my secret life
In my secret life
I smile when I’m angry
I cheat and I lie
I do what I have to do
To get by
But I know what is wrong
And I know what is right
And I’d die for the truth
In my secret life
In my secret life
Hold on, hold on, my brother
My sister, hold on tight
I finally got my orders
I’ll be marching through the morning
Marching through the night
Moving cross the borders
Of my secret life
Looked through the paper
Makes you want to cry
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white
Thank God it’s not that simple
In my secret life
I bite my lip
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit
To the wisdom of old
But I’m always alone
And my heart is like ice
And it’s crowded and cold
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life | 255,854 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2001, titled "In My Secret Life", by artist "Leonard Cohen". |
시차 My Time | pop | BTS | 2,020 | [방탄소년단 - 시차 (My Time) 가사]
[Intro: Jungkook]
Oh yeah
[Verse 1: Jungkook]
24 누구보다 더 빨리 어른이 된 것만 같아
My life has been a movie, all the time
해 뜨는 곳으로 달렸어 every single night
누구의 내일에 가봤던 것도 같아
온 세상이 너무 컸던 그 소년
Keep on runnin' all day, mic 잡아들어
Friends ridin' subway, I'll be in the airplane mode
전 세계를 rock on I made my own lotto
But 너무 빠른 건지 놓쳐버린 흔적이
Don't know what to do with, am I livin' this right?
왜 나만 다른 시공간 속인 걸까?
[Chorus: Jungkook]
Oh, I can't call ya (Yeah)
I can't hol' ya (I can't)
Oh, I can't
And yes you know, yes you know
I can't call ya (I can't)
I can't touch ya (I can't)
Oh, I can't
Let me know
[Post-Chorus: Jungkook]
Can I someday finna find my time?
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, finna find my time)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Finna find my time, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Someday finna find my time)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh yeah)
[Verse 2: Jungkook]
Oh, I think I was in yesterday
'Cause everybody walk too fast
나도 모르게 커버린 어린 나 (길을 잃어버린 어린아이처럼)
This got me oh just trippin’, 서성대는 이 느낌
Don't know what to do with, am I livin' this right?
왜 나만 다른 시공간 속인 걸까?
[Chorus: Jungkook]
Oh, I can't call ya (Yeah)
I can't hol' ya (I can't)
Oh, I can't
And yes you know, yes you know
I can't call ya (I can't)
I can't touch ya (I can't)
Oh, I can't
Let me know
[Post-Chorus: Jungkook]
Can I someday finna find my time?
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, finna find my time)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Finna find my time, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Someday finna find my time)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh yeah)
[Bridge: Jungkook]
때론 나의 숨 막힐 때면
모잘 눌러쓰고 계속 달려
Yeah, I don’t gotta know where I go
Even if it’s opposite of sun
One time for the present (one time)
Two times for the past (two time)
Happy that we met each other
Now til’ the very end
[Chorus: Jungkook]
Oh, I will call ya
I will hol' ya
Oh I will
And yes you know, yes you know
Oh, I will call ya
I will touch ya
Oh, I will
And you know
[Post-Chorus: Jungkook]
Can I someday finna find my time?
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
Can I someday finna find my time?
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Woah, woah, woa, woah)
Finna find my time (My time, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh yeah)
Find my time
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Someday finna find my time)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh whoa)
[Outro: Jungkook]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh | 5,268,371 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2020, titled "시차 My Time", by artist "BTS". |
Eyelids | rock | PVRIS | 2,014 | [Verse 1]
I'll face my fear of the evening
Once I get used to this feeling
I can't sleep
That's when you're torn away from me
While I'm dreaming, I feel you leaving
[Verse 2]
I'll face my fear of the sunrise
When I wake up with your hand inside mine
It's hard to say "good morning"
When it's followed with "goodbye"
(Just wanted to say "goodnight")
[Chorus]
Our eyes fighting the light
But I'm not ready to say "goodnight"
Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh
I try and hold on tight
'Cause it's just not time to say "goodnight"
Say "goodnight"
[Verse 3]
I'll face my fear of the cold nights
When you leave me behind
I felt your hands in my hair
I felt your breath on my neck
Yeah, I need to feel you again
(Just wanted to say "goodnight")
[Chorus]
Our eyes fighting the light
But I'm not ready to say "goodnight"
Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh
I try and hold on tight
'Cause it's just not time to say "goodnight"
Say "goodnight"
[Bridge]
These eyes are closed again for yet another night
I wake up and I can feel you by my side
But I can't find you in the dark
When you're so far
Yeah, that's the hardest part
Here comes the hardest part
[Chorus]
Our eyes fighting the light
But I'm not ready to say "goodnight"
Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh
I try and hold on tight
'Cause it's just not time to say "goodnight"
Say "goodnight"
Our eyes fighting the light
But I'm not ready to say "goodnight"
Oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh
I try and hold on tight
'Cause it's just not time to say "goodnight"
Say "goodnight"
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
I mean, in what world do I go to sleep after you
And wake up before you?
I don’t even know how it happens
Well, I hope you’re having sweet dreams, and
You call me when you wake up | 600,303 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2014, titled "Eyelids", by artist "PVRIS". |
Waiting in Vain | rock | Bob Marley & The Wailers | 1,977 | [Intro]
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
[Verse 1]
From the very first time I blessed my eyes on you, girl
My heart says follow through
But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line
But the waitin' feel is fine
So don't treat me like a puppet on a string
Cause I know how to do my thing
Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb
I wanna know when you're gonna come, see
[Chorus]
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
Cause if summer is here
I'm still waiting there
Winter is here
And I'm still waiting there
[Guitar solo]
[Verse 2]
Like I said:
It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door
And I still can knock some more
Cuckoo girl, cuckoo girl, is it feasible?
I wanna know now, for I to knock some more
Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief
But your love is my relief
Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn
While I'm waiting - while I'm waiting for my turn
See!
[Chorus]
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love, oh!
[Outro]
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna wait in vain
No, I don't wanna (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No I - no I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't
Wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
No, no-no, I, no, I (I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain) -
It's your love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from
It's your love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
It's me love that you're running from | 99,720 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1977, titled "Waiting in Vain", by artist "Bob Marley & The Wailers". |
I’m on My Way | pop | The Proclaimers | 1,988 | I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
Ah-hah (ah-hah) ah-hah (ah-hah)
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
Ah-hah (ah-hah) ah-hah (ah-hah)
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
Ah-hah (ah-hah) ah-hah (ah-hah), yeah
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I took the road that brought me to your home town
I took the bus to streets that I could walk down
I walked the streets to find the one I'd looked for
I climbed the stair that led me to your front door
And now that I don't want for anything
I'd have Al Jolson sing I'm sitting on top of the world
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
Ah-hah (ah-hah) ah-hah (ah-hah), yeah
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
Ha-ah ha-ah ha-ah ha-ah
To keep my feet from jumping from the ground, dear
To keep my heart from jumping through my mouth, dear
To keep the past, the past and not the present
To try and learn when you teach me a lesson
And now that I don't want for anything
I'd have Al Jolson sing I'm sitting on top of the world
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
Ah-hah (ah-hah) ah-hah (ah-hah)
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
[Outro]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
(fade...) | 1,465,250 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1988, titled "I’m on My Way", by artist "The Proclaimers". |
superstar | pop | Ardhito Pramono | 2,019 | [Verse 1]
Will you tie my shoe do the laundry too?
And do all that things I shouldn’t do
I’m living like a superstar
Will, would you take me to the rendezvous
Don’t forget to play my favorite tune
And pick up my friends
We talk and then we go blah blah blah blah
We have arrived friends! Oh, hi Wayne!
I will buy all your favorite champagne
'Cause baby I’m a superstar!
[Chorus]
But when the nighttime comes I’ll feeling very lonely
No ones around will come and share a bedtime story
And here I am longing someone to comfort me
Will anyone my followers on Instagram?
[Verse 2]
Will, would you take me to the rendezvous
Don’t forget to play my favorite tune
I’m living like a superstar
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
But when the nighttime comes I’ll feeling very lonely
No ones around will come and share a bedtime story
And here I am longing someone to comfort me
Will anyone my followers on Instagram?
[Verse 3]
Will you take my loot my whole life too
My precious baby boyfriend too
I’m living like a superstar!
I’m living like a superstar!
La la la like a superstar! | 4,318,338 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "superstar", by artist "Ardhito Pramono". |
Birmingham | rock | Shovels & Rope | 2,012 | Delta Mama and a Nickajack Man
Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band
Played Springwater at Station Inn
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in
Caught a '66 Dodge in Caroline
Got her education on her mama's dime
She was singing in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Buried in the sand
Five hundred miles from Birmingham
Rockamount Cowboy in a rock and roll band
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land
Athens, Georgia on a Friday night
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright
Spent five years going from town to town
Waiting on that little girl to come around
Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that gal seemed a terrible pity
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let my heart forget a beat
Why do you demand
Calling me from Birmingham
Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE
Said "This'll be the last you'll ever see of me."
Well the cowboy laughed said "I know it's not true
Cause there's nothing I could do to get loose from you."
Made a little money playing in the bars
With two beat up drums and two old guitars
From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake
It ain't what you got, it's what you make
When the road got rough and the wheels all broke
Couldn't take more then we could tow
Making something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope
With two old guitars like a shovel and a rope
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Now I understand
On better terms since Birmingham | 471,773 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2012, titled "Birmingham", by artist "Shovels & Rope". |
Richest Man in the Room | rap | Frank Ocean | 2,011 | [Verse 1]
Got a heart full of gold, that I own
The clothes on my back and a pencil
I can draw my own money
You wouldn’t even tell the difference
But I just can’t sketch the feeling
I get when you’re not home
Or recreate the paintings
You’ve hung onto my soul
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh but I bet they’re worth millions
Oh, beautiful works of love
Oh, I’m a go to all the fancy places
All the fancy people and
They can’t tell me nothing, nothing
[Chorus]
Cause they all want what I got
And I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
They can’t buy what I got
Cause I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room
[Verse 2]
She got a heart made of glass
What’s inside of it's like lightning in a bottle
Now what would that be worth in your museum
Recently we traded
And now that hearts my own
And since we’re sewed together
I feel like I got both
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, and I bet they’re worth millions
Oh, beautiful works of love
Oh, I’m a go to all the fancy places
All the fancy people and
They can’t tell me nothing, nothing
[Chorus]
Cause they all want what I got
And I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
They can’t buy what I got
Cause I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room
[Bridge]
Time itself wants what I got
So I don’t care about what you’ve got
All I know is my girl is precious
You make me better, baby
You make me happy, baby
Nobody needs to remind me exactly why I’m
The richest man in the room
[Chorus]
Cause they all want what I got
And I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
They can’t buy what I got
Cause I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
Cause they all want what I got
And I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
They can’t buy what I got
Cause I ain’t got nothing but you
Nothing but you, nothing but you
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room
I'm the richest man in the room | 49,291 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2011, titled "Richest Man in the Room", by artist "Frank Ocean". |
Wellerman | pop | The Longest Johns | 2,018 | [Verse 1]
There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Hah!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 2]
She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her, a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (Hah!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 3]
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below (Huh!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 4]
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The Captain's mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the whaleman's creed
She took that ship in tow (Huh!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 5]
For forty days, or even more
The line went slack, then tight once more
All boats were lost, there were only four
But still that whale did go
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 6]
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on
The line's not cut and the whale's not gone
The Wellerman makes his a regular call
To encourage the Captain, crew, and all
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go | 3,929,795 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2018, titled "Wellerman", by artist "The Longest Johns". |
Decades | rock | Joy Division | 1,980 | [Verse 1]
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free
[Chorus]
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
[Verse 2]
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face
[Chorus]
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been? | 112,558 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1980, titled "Decades", by artist "Joy Division". |
Trust me | pop | HELLSTRVCK | 2,019 | [Chorus]
Trust me I won't leave
Trust me I won’t leave
Trust me I won't leave
Cause I don't got no where to go
And I don’t got no where to be
Trust me I won't leave
Trust me I won't leave
Cause I don't got no where to go
And I don't got no where to be
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna see you in pain
I don't wanna say your name in vein
Yeah shawty already knows she's my bae
Shawty already knows she’s
My today and tomorrow
Shawties my miracle, my lotto
She always downs herself I know my baby is a model
She’s a liquid that's been drowning all of my sorrows
Baby yeah tomorrow, i’ll see you tomorrow
[Chorus]
Trust me I won't leave
Trust me I won't leave
Trust me I won't leave
Cause I don’t got no where to go
And I don't got no where to be
Trust me I won't leave
Trust me I won't leave
Cause I don't got no where to go
And I don't got no where to be
[Verse 2]
I don't got no one
Baby your my only one
I don't trust no one
Baby you're the only one
Someone else, no fun
Trust me you're my only fun
Trust me you're my only one
If you think I'm the only one
Shawty you know I got you
Shawty you know I want you
Shawty you know you poppin
Yeah you outta this world, I think your god sent
[Outro]
(I don't wanna see you in pain)
(I don't wanna say your name in vein)
(Yeah shawty already knows she's my bae)
(Shawty already knows she's)
(My today and tomorrow) | 4,920,321 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2019, titled "Trust me", by artist "HELLSTRVCK". |
Woke Up New | rock | The Mountain Goats | 2,006 | [Verse 1: John Darnielle]
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I felt free, and I felt lonely, and I felt scared
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
Not being used to being the only person there
Hmmmm
[Verse 2]
The first time I made coffee for just myself
I made too much of it, but I drank it all
Just cause you hate it when I let things go to waste
And I wandered through the house, like a little boy lost at the mall
And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space
[Chorus]
And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you?
[Verse 3]
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I was cold, so I put on a sweater
And I turned up the heat
And the walls began to close in
And I felt so sad and frightened
I practically ran from the living room out into the street
And the wind began to blow and all the trees began to bend
And the world in its cold way started coming alive
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for a train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
[Chorus]
And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you? | 719,385 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2006, titled "Woke Up New", by artist "The Mountain Goats". |
Out of Love | pop | ChiKe | 2,020 | I thought I was the only one
Se na me you call your number one
I thought I was the one
Why did you lead me on so long
Then she said to me
Did you even notice?
That I don't call you anymore
Did you even notice?
That I don't pick up your calls
See shock oh! Shock hold me die oh!
Before I know, na so she say to me oh!
Oh Chike oh, this is hard for me to say
Am gonna say it anyway
I've fallen out of love with you
Oh Chike oh, this is hard for me to say
Am gonna say it anyway
I've fallen out of love with you
You know se me I do you right
I wonder why you do me wrong
How did I miss the signs
Could have read between the lines
Oh! Why
And she said to me
Did you even notice?
That I don't call you anymore
Did you even notice?
That I don't miss you when you are gone
See shock oh! Shock hold me die oh!
Before I know, na so she say to me oh!
Oh Chike oh, this is hard for me to say
Am gonna say it anyway
I've fallen out of love with you
Oh Chike oh, this is hard for me to say
Omalicha n'igbugomu oh
Nekwanu n'igbugomu oh
Omalicha n'igbugomu oh
Nekwanu n'igbugomu oh
Omalicha n'igbugomu oh
This hard for me to take
Oh Chike oh, this is hard for me to say
Am gonna say it anyway
I've fallen out of love with you | 5,291,100 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2020, titled "Out of Love", by artist "ChiKe". |
Louisiana Saturday Night | country | Mel McDaniel | 1,980 | Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana Saturday night
A-waiting in the front yard sitting on a log
A single shot rifle and a one eyed dog
Yonder come my kinfolk, in the moonlight
Louisiana Saturday night
Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana Saturday night
My brother Bill and my other brother Jack
Belly full of beer and a possum in a sack
Fifteen kids in the front porch light
Louisana Saturday night
When your kinfolk leave and the kids get fed
Me and my woman gonna slip off to bed
Have a little fun when we turn out the lights
Louisiana Saturday night
Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana Saturday night
Yeah, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana Saturday night
Get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and you throw 'em on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light
Louisiana Saturday night | 1,426,348 | English | Write the lyrics for a country song made in 1980, titled "Louisiana Saturday Night", by artist "Mel McDaniel". |
Conduit | rock | Knuckle Puck | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
I had that dream again
Grinding teeth through an absent head
Losing control again
To forget is to be calm
By passing broken fingers through aching palms
You will awake again
[Chorus]
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
[Verse 2]
"I went lucid," she said
Tried every minute of my waking unconsciousness
To start again
But the man in the doorway, he always had better plans
'Cause an idle mind is the fault of idle hands
And you can't break the boy to forge a better man
[Chorus]
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit?
Chalk it up to cognitive dissonance
I am aware and I will remember this
If all you are is under the surface
Then why is it so hard to be a conduit? | 3,224,255 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2017, titled "Conduit", by artist "Knuckle Puck". |
If You Had Spun Out In Your Oldsmobile This Probably Wouldnt Have Happened | rock | Hot Mulligan | 2,016 | [Verse 1]
So let's stop pretending that this had meant anything
I was just another backseat hookup
I was just a selfish way of coping
You were always touching me and laughing
You said, "Boy, you know that I love you
It's just not the way you wanted me to"
[Verse 2]
I saw you on a magazine marked "fashion" something
You looked too pretty to be true so I assumed it wasn't you
Tell me where you got all the courage from
Ignored by your best friends and your mom
I told you that you could do anything you wanted
[Chorus]
You only walk on red carpet
Someday soon they're going to end
Twisting all tatterred
Your backward head will form its little plans
But you can't depend on anyone
You can't depend on anyone
It's not my fault
You won't love me if I'm not useful anymore
[Verse 3]
I saw you at a bus stop waiting for your boyfriend to get off
I wonder what kind of tool that he appears to be to you
You know you had me contemplate last month away
Thinking of what I would say
Stay away, you ruined me
You beautiful but fucking awful thing
[Chorus]
You only walk on red carpet
Someday soon they're going to end
Twisting all tatterred
Your backward head will form its little plans
But you can't depend on anyone
You can't depend on anyone
It's not my fault
You won't love me if I'm not useful anymore
[Outro]
You used me as you do
You used me as you do
You used me as you do
You used me as you do | 2,921,199 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2016, titled "If You Had Spun Out In Your Oldsmobile This Probably Wouldnt Have Happened", by artist "Hot Mulligan". |
WHATS THE POINT OF ANYTHING | rap | Wicca Phase Springs Eternal | 2,018 | [Intro]
I can be there
I saw it there
But, I don't know
I'll have to call you later
I'm sorry
[Verse]
Tell me, say I'm a God, I don't feel like one
I feel like I'm stuck here waitin' for a text back
What's a conversation?
Tell me what is true love, I'm tryin' to find that
Never could I escape havin' brought you down
I want more, you keep your heart a secret
I had somethin' till I went and lost it
And now it's totally abandoned
[Hook]
I think her blood is toxic, that's why she won't let me in
I called her old roommate just to hear what she'd say
And if there's passion in you, I'm tryin' to find it
And if I can't have what I want, what's the point of anything?
[Verse]
Tell me why I'm in pain, why I feel ashamed?
To want love and all of its burdens
To take and totally possess her
And still, I wait for invitations
[Hook]
I thought if I dreamt it then something might happen
I tried to light a candle, it came back to burn me
And if there's passion in you, I'm tryin' to find it
And if I can't have what I want, what's the point of anything? | 3,540,406 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2018, titled "WHATS THE POINT OF ANYTHING", by artist "Wicca Phase Springs Eternal". |
Stained Glass Eyes and Colorful Tears | rock | Pierce The Veil | 2,012 | [Verse 1]
I changed your mind and ended up here
Through stained glass eyes and colorful tears
[Chorus]
Fine, maybe I'll pretend right now
But I swear to God, I'm gonna change the world
And I promise you, someday we'll tell ourselves
"Oh my god, this is paradise"
[Verse 2]
I cherish my American girl
She holds them down while I destroy the world
My desperate crimes, she don't seem to care, oh yeah
She bites her tongue, so we can tell each other
"Baby, this is paradise and it's so goddamn good."
Now we live like we should
[Chorus]
Fine, maybe I'll pretend right now
But I swear to God, I'm gonna change the world
And I promise you, someday we'll tell ourselves
"Oh my god, this is paradise"
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Fine, maybe I'll pretend right now
But I swear to God, I'm gonna change the world
And I promise you, someday we'll tell ourselves
"Oh my god, this is paradise" | 198,752 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2012, titled "Stained Glass Eyes and Colorful Tears", by artist "Pierce The Veil". |
Nausea | rock | Craft Spells | 2,014 | [Verse 1: Craft Spells]
Is it so strange
Is it so strange to to walk back home
I wouldn’t listen for, what it’s worth
Watching my time wrinkle alone
Bringing me back now, paranoia
Giving me something to give up
Moving along now
It’s made me dizzy
Watching the clouds as i go home
[Chorus]
Nausea
You’ve kept youself away from everyone you used know
Nausea
You brought yourself here now everybody’s gonna know
[Verse 2: Craft Spells]
Is it so strange
Is it so strange to be alone
I wouldn’t listen for what it’s worth
Watching the sky as it unfolds
Bringing me back now, paranoia
Giving me something to give up
Moving along now, it’s made me dizzy
Watching the clouds as i go home
[Chorus x2]
Nausea
You’ve kept youself away from everyone you used to know
Nausea
You brought yourself here now everybody’s gonna know | 499,961 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2014, titled "Nausea", by artist "Craft Spells". |
Full Circle | rock | Movements | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
I'm tearing apart at the seams
Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
Give up, disintegrate, secede
Toss and turn in this concrete bed
And in the morning I'll try again
Pray for something to ease my dread
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
Everything will repeat in the end it's not a matter of 'if' it's 'when'
This has happened before it'll happen again
[Chorus]
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And this cycle comes full circle
This cycle comes full circle again
[Verse 2]
So back to the needle and the thread
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
I wanna breathe life in my lungs again
Clear the fog that fucks my head
Without a struggle there can't be progress
(Even though the weight is crushing me)
Without a struggle there can't be progress
(Aim to kill, fight defeat)
'Til it comes around again
[Chorus]
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And this cycle comes full circle
This cycle comes full circle again
[Outro]
'Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
And spent months walking on this broken glass
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back, to who I used to be
To what I used to see in the mirror
Instead of this misery
And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip back in to my apathy, but I know eventually
I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy but it will be worth it and the results will be profound
Because instead of feeling cornered the corners of my mouth will start to point up
Instead of being anchored down | 3,253,582 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2017, titled "Full Circle", by artist "Movements". |
The Other Side | pop | Ruelle | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
I don't want to know
Who we are without each other
It's just too hard
I don't want to leave here without you
I don't want to lose part of me
Will I recover that broken piece?
Let go and unleash all the feelings, ooh
[Pre-Chorus]
Did we ever see it coming?
Will we ever let it go?
[Chorus]
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like
To live without you
Don't want to know the other side
Of a world without you
[Verse 2]
Is it fair, or is it fate?
No one knows
The stars choose their lovers
Save my soul
It hurts just the same, ooh
And I can't tear myself away
[Pre-Chorus]
Did we ever see it coming?
Will we ever let it go?
[Chorus]
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like
To live without you
Don't want to know the other side
Of a world without you
[Bridge]
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
[Chorus]
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like
To live without you
Don't want to know the other side
Of a world without you
[Outro]
Can't live without you | 3,107,690 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2017, titled "The Other Side", by artist "Ruelle". |
The Worlds Greatest | rb | R. Kelly | 2,003 | [Intro]
It's the world's greatest, y'all
It's the world's greatest
The world's greatest
[Verse 1]
I am a mountain
I am a tall tree, oh
I am a swift wind
Sweepin' the country
I am a river
Down in the valley, oh
I am a vision
And I can see clearly
[Bridge]
If anybody ask you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look 'em in the face and say
[Chorus]
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest
[Verse 2]
I am a giant
I am an eagle, oh
I am a lion
Down in the jungle
I am a marchin' band
I am the people, oh
I am a helpin' hand
I am a hero
[Bridge]
If anybody ask you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look 'em in the face and say
[Chorus]
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest
[Bridge 2]
In the ring of life, I'll reign love
And the world will notice a king
Where there is darkness I'll shine a light
And the mirrors of success reflect in me
[Chorus]
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest
[Chorus]
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest
[Bridge 3 over Chorus]
I saw the light
At the end of a tunnel
Believe in the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
And faith was right there
To pull me through, yeah
Used to be locked doors
Now I can just walk on through
[Outro]
It's the greatest
Can you feel it?
Say the greatest
Can you feel it?
[Bridge 3 over Outro]
I saw the light
At the end of a tunnel
Believe in the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
And faith was right there
To pull me through, yeah
Used to be locked doors
Now I can just walk on through
Hey
Uh Hey
It's the greatest
I'm that star up in the sky
[Chorus]
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey, I made it
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest | 120,480 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 2003, titled "The Worlds Greatest", by artist "R. Kelly". |
Dear Old Dad | pop | Zach Callison & Tom Scharpling | 2,014 | [Verse 1: Zach Callison]
Dear old dad, remember when
You would sing to me, we could do it again
Dear old dad, remember how
I would sit on your shoulders, well how 'bout it now
Dear old dad, I was wondering why
As I get older now, the days keep going on by
Dear old dad, remember this too
In this whole wide world there's no one like you, ooh ooh ooh
There's no one like you, ooh ooh ooh
[Verse 2: Tom Scharpling]
My darling son, I remember when
I would sing to you, and I would do it again
Beloved child, remember this too
In this world of Gems there's no one like you, ooh ooh ooh
[Outro: both]
You ooh ooh ooh
You ooh ooh ooh
You ooh ooh ooh | 2,825,739 | English | Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 2014, titled "Dear Old Dad", by artist "Zach Callison & Tom Scharpling". |
The Marriage of Coyote Woman | rock | All Them Witches | 2,013 | I've never met a salesman like you before
Lines of the world just rippin' us apart
Scratch ran out along the way
Think I got one more word left to say
I've never met a salesman like you before
Lions of the world just rippin' us apart
Scratch ran out nice and slow
Think I got one more mile left to go
I thought nothing would ever pierce my heart
Worst thing to do is to shutter on my pride
Scratch ran out nice and slow
Think I got one more mile left to go
I've never met a salesman like you before
Lines of the world just rippin' us apart
Scratch ran out along the way
Think I got one more goddamn word to say | 839,429 | English | Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2013, titled "The Marriage of Coyote Woman", by artist "All Them Witches". |
For Whom the Bell Tolls | rap | J. Cole | 2,016 | [Intro]
I see the, I see the—
I see the, I see the—
I see the rain
Pouring down
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise
I see the, I see the rain
Pouring down, uh
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise
[Verse]
I'm searching and praying and hoping for something
I know I'm gon' see it, I know that it's coming
Lord, huh
Lord, huh
But what do you do when there's no place to turn?
I have no one, I'm lonely, my bridges have burnt down
Lord
Lord
[Chorus]
The bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I'm high
Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don't know, I don't know
Bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I'm high
Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don't know, I don't know
[Outro]
Bells gettin' louder, louder
I see the rain
Pouring down | 2,924,244 | English | Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2016, titled "For Whom the Bell Tolls", by artist "J. Cole". |
Alone With You | rb | Mac Ayres | 2,017 | [Verse 1]
Soon as she's leaving
I'm begging and pleading
I hope I don't feel so bad
[Chorus 1]
Of all the time I'm never getting back
It's true that I'd rather be alone with you
[Verse 2]
I'm ready and willing
She's in for the killing
We're just hanging on at best
[Chorus 2]
Of all the things I've never would have guessed
I knew that I'd rather be alone with you
[Bridge]
Getting used to the way
So used to the way, yeah
Getting used to the way
You're saying my name
[Verse 3]
I'll wake up tomorrow
It's something to borrow
But something that you could keep
[Chorus 3]
You came out of nowhere and just knocked me off my feet
It's true that I'd rather be alone with you
[Outro]
Baby, I'd rather be alone with you
Baby, I'd rather be alone with you | 3,618,026 | English | Write the lyrics for a rb song made in 2017, titled "Alone With You", by artist "Mac Ayres". |
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