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Interpol – Specialist Lyrics 19 years ago
I have MY OWN meaning of this. Its prolly WAYWAY OFF. but this is how I SEE THE SONG. so don't give me crap about it, i just wanted to share it with everyone.

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you make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
you take me to New Orleans where you put me to the test
I know what my heart is for
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you want me too change so much, i'm starting to dislike myself
you out our relationships at risk to see if im good. But my heart knows it is


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you reach out for blanket I say girl you’ve got something
I love how you wear it
now we’re spending time and money yeah you’re colder than yourself
now we’re moving now we’re taking control

Love will get you down
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You try to make me feel better
We go out and spend time together. but its a big lie you asshole
now we are having sex trying to find control
love screws you up

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my love's a laboratory
I set all my pets free
so baby you should sleep with me

I make trips to the bathroom
yeah my friends all have true grit
I am speckled like a leopard
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1st part- don't get to attached,
2nd part- try to hide it, friends can give you "advice" so your true emotions don't slip out


::put a lid on Shirley Temple
yeah you make sleek kills
yeah you travel you travel
you park me in your buick
you sing songs into my lips
well i am speckled like a leopard
just like a leopard
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you say a bunch of sweet lies, and you're always gone, but you still say it to my lips, but im hidding my emotions


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trust will get you down
I love the way
you put me in the big house
I love the way
you put me in the big house
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dont trust people, it'll screw you up.
But dont you love how you get into those situations that you sometimes cant escape from?
big house : jail



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If I get there early will it be the right time
our heaven is just waiting so put your hand into mine
if I get too surly will you take that in stride
our boat is just there waiting so put your little hand in mine
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when is the right time for us to be happy with one another and would you want that?


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and speak when you’re spoken of
catch up on your sleep girl
when you wear that body glove
you’re acting on initiative
and you’re spelling out your love
you shouldn’t be alone in there
you could be above ground
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dont say stupid things.
body glove.? condom?
don't be so deppressed you could be better off.



all i want is to be the very best for you
all i want is to be the very best for you



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oh this time
there'll be no life of crime
don't rain on me tonight
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things get better, no more drugs, but dont mess things up


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circle around me now baby it’ll be ok
cause we all go downtown sometimes
somehow baby we’ll beat this mess
it’s the time fuck the surface to meet the specialist
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time away from me
will get you down
I love the way you put me in the big house
I love the way you put me in the big hous
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dont get attached, it'll screw you up, somehow you still get stuck, in that jail

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If you're frustrated then go
If you're frustrated then go
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f#ing leave


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honey bee, we should be through with this,
your packaged eyes, your vicious lips
You could be young, but you're out of touch
If this loves been done, then what's your rush?
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I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio we'll see if you can float
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i hope we make it through, I SHOULd also have a say in this
if you were to try to make me happy......... we'll see if you succeeeeed

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!!! – Shit Scheisse Merde, Pt. 1 Lyrics 19 years ago
What did George Bush say when he met Tony Blair?
Shit scheisse merde
He said you act like you care and I act like I care and we both stay rich
Stay rich as shit scheisse merde

hahacute

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Ted Leo and the Pharmacists – Tell Balgeary, Balgury Is Dead Lyrics 19 years ago
THE KING OF CATS
(Old British tale)

Once upon a time, a man had a calf to sell and decided to go to the November fair in Macroom. He borrowed a horse and cart from a neighbour and was to set off for the fair at about one o’clock in the morning to be sure of arriving nice an early and getting a good price. At one o’clock, he got up and looked outside. The night was too black to see anything, so he stirred the fire into life and put on a kettle for a cup of tea while he harnessed the horse. There was a heavy mist coming down and the man was wet through by the time he had harnessed the horse and was ready for a hot cup of tea. He thought it was a foolish thing to be doing - going out on a cold, wet night to travel twenty miles in the dark, with only the lanterns on the sides of his cart to show him the way. Still, it had to be done, so he put on a thick coat and set off. The horse was just as unwilling to travel on that cold, wet night and would far rather be sleeping in its stable. Barely and hour had passed and both man and horse were wet through and miserable.

As they drew nearer to the town, the man could see the lights in the farms by the roadside, where the people were getting up for the fair - people who lived close enough to Macroom that they did not have to travel in the middle of the night. Soon there was quite a procession of people on the road with calves and cattle being driven to the fair. It was still dark and the daylight was only just coming. The man took his place in the fair, and no one made him an offer for the calf for a long time. A few made offers of poor prices and other farmers told him that the prices were low anyway. In the end, cold and dejected and tired from lack of sleep, he accepted an offer, though the price was not a good one, rather than be left to take the calf home again which would have meant a wasted journey.

Cold, wet and hungry, he made a few purchases and then met with some friends for some bread, cheese and ale before they all set off for their homes. He was not looking forward to the long journey home, but at least a full stomach and a quaff of ale raised his spirits a little. He let the horse go at her own pace and though the rain came down again, the man fell asleep wrapped in his greatcoat and huddled on the driver's seat of the cart. Dozing fitfully, he barely heard the other travellers passing him, but he began to have strange dreams that could scarcely be told from reality.

As he was passing the graveyard of Inchigeela, a cat put his head through the railings and said to the man, "Tell Balgeary that Balgury is dead." The man paid little heed to that, for he was too tired to know if it was real or just the product of his exhaustion. At last he arrived home and settled the horse in the stable with hay and water and went into the house to change out of his wet clothes. His wife immediately began to ask about the fair - how many were there, whether he got a good price for the calf and whether he had heard any news while in town. After replying to questions, the farmer told her to be quiet a while and fetch him soe tea to warm him through.

His wife fetched the tea and asked again if there was any news from town - people that had died, babies that had been born, people that had moved into or out of the area and people that had married since last time the farmer had been to town. Her husband told her he had been too wet and tired to stand around gossiping at the fair.

"Fancy going in all that way and hearing nothing at all," complained his wife, "And not getting a good price for the calf either. You might as well have stayed at home for all the good that you get out of a fair."

Finally, the man remembered the strange thing at inchigeela and said "The only news, if you can call it that and not a dream, was when I was passing the graveyard of Inchigeela. A cat stuck his head out of the railings and said 'tell Balgeary that Balguny is dead'."

At that, their cat, sitting before the fine, jumped up and glared at the man. "The Devil fire you!" said the cat, "why didn’t you tell me before? I’ll be late for the funeral. It does no good for the heir to be late."

And with that, the cat leapt through the cracked open window and was gone like the wind. From that day on, the farmer and his wife saw no sign of him.

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