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(Pink)

Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

Go to Fred Segal, you’ll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne
(Drop a name)
What happened to the dreams of a girl president
She’s dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees
Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be?

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

(Break it down now)
Disease’s growing, it’s epidemic
I’m scared that there ain’t a cure
The world believes it and I’m going crazy
I cannot take any more
I’m so glad that I’ll never fit in
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That’s what I wanna see
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will they * up my hair

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

[Interlude]
Oh my god you guys, I totally had more than 300 calories
That was so not sexy, no
Good one, can I borrow that?
[Vomits]
I WILL BE SKINNY

(Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)
(I like this, like this, like this)
Pretty will you * me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!
Pretty would you * me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!

Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don’t wanna be a stupid girl

And the video for your viewing pleasure.

(The Spinners)(Bell and Hurtt)

This is our fork in the road
Love’s last episode
There’s nowhere to go, oh no
You made your choice
Now it’s up to me
To bow out gracefully
Though you hold the key
But baby

Whenever you call me I’ll be there
Whenever you want me I’ll be there
Whenever you need me I’ll be there
I’ll be around

I knew just what to say
Now I found out today
All the words had slipped away but I know
There’s always a chance
A tiny spark will remain
And sparks turn into flames
And love can burn once again

Whenever you call me, I’ll be there
Whenever you want me, I’ll be there
Whenever you need me, I’ll be there
I’ll be around, ya

[Instrumental Interlude]

Whenever you call me, I’ll be there
Whenever you want me, I’ll be there
Even if I have to crawl
I’ll be there
I’ll be around
Just call me on the phone
I’ll be there
I’ll never leave you alone
I’ll be there
Just call out my name
I know you know you know
I’ll be around

This is the song for My Sweet Man, because this is our story. He stood by me, and sparks did turn into flames.

Aretha Franklin (Written by Dan Penn and Chips Moman)

Take me to heart and I´ll always love you
An nobody can make me do wrong
Take me for granted leaving love unshone
Makes will power weak and temptation strong

A woman´s only human
You should understand
She´s not just a play thing
She´s flesh and blood just like her man

If ya wanna do right (do right – do right)
Holding (do right – do right) this woman (woman)
You´ve gotta be a do right (do-right – do-right)
All night man (do right – do right) (man)

Yeah-yeah they say that´s it´s a man´s world
But you can´t prove that by me
And as long as we´re together baby
Show some respect for me

If you wanna do right (do right – do right)
Holding (do right – do right) this woman (woman)
You gotta be a do right (do right – do right)
All night man (man)

A woman´s only human
This you should understand
She´s not just a plaything
She´s flesh and blood
Just like her man

If you wanna do right (do right – do right)
Holding (do right – do right) this woman (woman)
You gotta be a do (why don´t cha) right (why don´t cha)
All night (why don´t cha – why don´t cha)
Man
You gotta be a do right
All night man

Singing it…oh, my!

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
Creedence Clearwater Revival

And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,

A video to sing along with…

Johnny Cash

I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took ‘em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it’s better than not coming back at all
Many a good man
I saw fall And even now,
every time I dream I hear the men
and the monkeys in the jungle scream

Drive on, don’t mean nothin’
My children love me , but they don’t understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don’t mean nothin’, drive on

I remember one night,
Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16’s on rock and roll
But, with all that fire,
was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper’s face
And I’d be dead , but by God’s grace

Drive on, don’t mean nothin’
My children love me, but they don’t understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don’t mean nothin’, drive on

It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can’t talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when
I walk Got a little tremolo when
I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You’re a walkin’ talkin’ miracle from Vietnam

Drive on, don’t mean nothin’
My children love me, but they don’t understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don’t mean nothin’, drive on

Got to see him in concert…amazing.

One Love! One Heart!
Let’s get together and feel all right.
Hear the children cryin’ (One Love!);
Hear the children cryin’ (One Heart!),
Sayin’: give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Sayin’: let’s get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!);
There is one question I’d really love to ask (One Heart!):
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner,
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?

One Love! What about the one heart? One Heart!
What about – ? Let’s get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (One Love!);
So shall it be in the end (One Heart!),
All right!
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right.
One more thing!

Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (One Love!),
So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (One Song!).
Have pity on those whose chances grows t’inner;
There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of Creation.

Sayin’: One Love! What about the One Heart? (One Heart!)
What about the – ? Let’s get together and feel all right.
I’m pleadin’ to mankind! (One Love!);
Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right.
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right

Classic.

Bob Marley

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

[Guitar break]

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.
Won’t you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Here he is doing the song live.

written by Michelle Shocked

I took the time to write to my old friend
I walked across that burning bridge
I mailed my letter off to Dallas but
Her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska
She said Hey girl its about time you wrote
Its been over two years now my old friend
Take me back to the days of the foreign telegrams
And the all night rock’n rollin’ hey Chel
We was wild then
Hey Chel you know its kinda funny
Texas always seems so big
But you know youre in the largest State in the Union
When youre anchored down in Anchorage
Hey girl I think the last time I saw you
Was on me and Leroys wedding day
What was the name of that
Love song you played
I forgot how it goes
I dont recall how it goes
Leroy got a better job so we moved
Kevin lost a tooth, hes starting school
I got a brand new eight month old baby girl
I sound like a housewife
I think I’m a housewife
Hey girl whats it like to be in New York
New York City imagine that
Whats it like to be a skateboard punk rocker
Leroy says send a picture
Leroy says hello
Leroy says keep on rocking girl
Yeh keep on rocking

This is the actual music video.

Written by Michelle Shocked

Memories of East Texas
And piney green rolling hills
Covered in the springtime
With golden daffodils
Rowing on Sandy Lake come April
Harvesting hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon

I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I mean to tell you my friend
They weren’t no easy roads
You had to watch out for all the curves
Down by Kelsey Creek
And detour through the Lindsay’s pasture
When the water ran too deep

Memories of East Texas
And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur
Looking back and asking myself
‘What the hell’d you let them break your spirit for?’
You know, their lives ran in circles so small
Ah, they thought they’d seen it all
And they could not make a place for a girl who’d seen the ocean

I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I mean to tell you my friend
They weren’t no easy roads
You had to watch out for all the curves
Down by Kelsey Creek
And detour through the Lindsay’s pasture
When the water ran too deep

Ah, but those memories of East Texas
Those piney green rolling hills
Covered in the springtime
With those wild daffodils
Sitting in those Piney Woods
Playing my guitar
Thinking back on the roads I’d come
Thinking I had not come that far…

I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I mean to tell you my friend
They weren’t no easy roads
You had to watch out for all the curves
Down by Kelsey Creek
And detour through the Lindsay’s pasture
When the water ran too deep

(Like Graffiti Limbo, here’s someone else doing a cover of the song.

Written by Michelle Shocked

Lay down your burdens
Lay down your cares
The Holy Virgin, she’s gonna greet you up there
With a big can of spray paint, yeah
And a big blank wall
And I can guaran-damn-tee you
There ain’t no cops around at all

Graffiti Limbo
Where do you go?
Graffiti Limbo
When there ain’t no justice

I only speak for myself
But the word around town
Is that something’s shaking, yeah
In the underground
I only speak for myself
But the word on the street
Is that the writing’s on the wall, yeah
And the cop’s on the beat

Graffiti Limbo
Where do you go?
Graffiti Limbo
When there ain’t no justice

(Now, I wrote this song for Michael Stewart. Michael Stewart was a young black graffiti artist who was arrested while writing graffiti on a subway wall in New York City. While under arrest, in the presence of eleven white transit cops, Michael Stewart was strangled to death. When his case was heard by the Grand Jury, you know, not one cop was found guilty. The coroner had lost the evidence and those cops are on the streets again.)

Ah, you can have your little style wars, boys
Yes, and you can keep your little dance
But those crazy writers they don’t stand a ghost of a chance
No, it’s ‘Collar them cons’
That’s what Mayor Koch said
He said, ‘Call it a crime’
And now it’s steer clear of the engineer on that Midnight Special Line

Graffiti Limbo
Where do you go?
Graffiti Limbo
When there ain’t no justice

Graffiti Limbo
Where do you go?
Graffiti Limbo
When there ain’t no justice

Ohhhh…

(Michelle Shocked is one of the best musicians and storytellers around. Couldn’t find a video of her playing the song, but this guy does a pretty good cover.)