Ruskabank – This Took Some Time

We Dancin':  Well it's hard!  It's hard, I mean it.  Working and slaving, I just long to be free.  Yeah, that's right.  Hey, I know it.  Know how to beat it.  Always look forward to you dancing with me.  Let's go!  Well when you're out on the floor there's just you and me and everybody feeling the beat.  And you know that it's true, the way that you move, I can't help it knocks me off of my feet.  And if the rhythm is right, and it's a saturday night, and you're dancing so close to me.  I no longer feel blue, I know that you will be true, and it's a feeling that is so hard to beat.  Yeah, we dancin'!  Well, it's hot!  The rhythm flowing.  Man the band, it keeps the crowd moving the shoe.  And with the band so fiery, me feeling so irie.  Can't help it man the ya-ya beat is making me move.  Let's go!  We dancin' all night long!

Feel:  Feel.  No one ever made me feel this way, or ever want to ever hope to ever say that you know how I feel.  Feel.  When I'm alone I think of you the most.  And when I'm with you, you are the perfect host.  You know how I feel.  'Cause there might be sometimes that you want to give up and cry.  But you give me your love, talking everyday.  With every beat I just have to say that...feel.  There's nothing more that I would rather do.  And when you do all those silly things you do, you know how I feel! Hee.  Feel.  Take my heart because it belongs to you.  You get me higher than the starry, starry blue.  You know how I feel.  Baby for real!  I've got no reason for worry or regret, because you're real good.  As good as good can get.  You know how I feel!

My Friends:  My friends, they're really all that I wanted anyway.  All I need to get me through today!  I've got a little money, but not enough to go around.  And spending it all up doesn' make me happy when I'm down.  I watch the T.V., and the lady on the news.  Giving me the blues, for it I have no use.  I've got my friends all around, you know they make me feel good.  Never have to worry if they're up to no good.  They're always, always there.  There to help me out.  If you ever need me, just give me a shout.  But if a low-eye check ya, I step up to the front.  They've got to get through me if a fight is what they want.  I may be not tough, but with my friends I am enough.  Yeah, me and my friends don't deal with that stuff.  On the radio or on the phone, you hear more about it when you are alone.  I know more about it at the end of the day.  I look at what I've got and I just have to say...We want to see you up out of your seat.  Ruskabank is here to make the beat sound so sweet.  Yeah, at the scene now, we rock it all the time.  Everybody knows that we rule every rhyme.  'Cause if a low eye check ya, I don't know why.  Punch you in the jimmy, and they punch me in the eye.  I don't know why, don't know why they do that stuff.  They've got to be rough, they've got to be rough.

Gangster Girlfriend:  She was a girl, living in a happy little home.  Her father knew well, but her momma threw her out on her own.  And now she's bad, hanging with a bad little crowd.  Saw her at the end of the bar, she stole my heart, but my friend came to me and said.  You don't want to go with no gangster girlfriend.  You're sure to meet a very tragic end.

Hothead:  Why do you have to fight, every time a bar closes down for the night?  Why do you have to fuss, when someone bumps you, man, the way that you cuss!   Why do you have to snear and shout those threats into my ear?  But I don't start to cry, I'd do that in a pig's eye!  I'll tell you why.  You're just a hothead, hahaha, look at the hothead.  Hothead, you're gonna get yours!  You'd better simmer down.  How was I supposed to know you'd throw that fat elbow?  You act so vain.  You're kind is all the same.  I ain't the one to blame.  You ain't insane, baby.

Try n' try:  Try and try, but you cannot win.  The girl is definitely under your skin.  Try your best to run and hide.  To give up all of your will and pride.  But each time that you can't let go, you perpetuate the life you don't want to know.  Give me a break, give me half the chance.  You try to blame it all on circumstance.  But I remember when you said to me, that this kind of guy I will never be.  But I know, you're not the one to blame.  If I were in your shoes, I would do the same.  You say resolve and make a change for the better.  You have your say in the form of a letter.  But you awake to the morning sun, staring down the barrel of a brand new gun, no!

I Been Around:  You want me to take you to that happening place I go.  This I said I'd do for you.  But then you take me for a fool and tell my friends how so.  Making all your dreams come true.  I been around digging every time there's trouble.  I been around, telling them who you used to hang out with.  I been around, taking little time and trouble.  You'd better watch out because a jerk don't make a good friend.  The same is always true.  That you whine and bitch and complain, I never know. What is lie and what is true.

Tube Socks:  Oh No! Shopping!? My momma always bought me tube socks whenever we went out to shop.  And now I have so many tube socks that I could probably open my own shop.  But, that ain't the point, that ain't the story.  It's that saturday morning ritual that always annoyed me.  A torture device that goes without topping.  My mom was always taking me out clothes shopping!  My momma always bought me new underwear before I even broke in my last pair.  We had to wait for hours, sometimes all day long just to ask the clerk if I could try them on! Oh No! Not Jeans!

One Shot Judy:    Get in line and she'll be able to knock you out and under the table.  Get in line, don't doubt it, because that's what she's about.  Get in line for One Shot Judy, hit hit!

Skaondaradio:  I've got a prime, old-time, familiar beat.  So put on your shoes and get on your feet.  I've got the rude boys and skinheads all in the joint.  Enough introductory, man, get to the point!  Well, I don't hear ska on the radio, and do I know why, well, I don't know.  But if I get my wish when I get to heaven, I'll hear the ska 24-7.  I want ska on the radio!  I don't hear it at all!  I've got a prime, old-time, familiar dance, gauranteed to shake up your pants.  When I turn on the radio, what do I hear?  Same old shit, the D.J. chewing my ear.  But I still don't hear ska on the radio.

Mission:  We're on a mission to save this scence from all the kids that are acting mean.  Getting drunk and showing off, it's that kind that really piss me off.  But there's nothing that you can do.  They out weigh you by a pound or two.  A little jerk with a bigger friend.  That maddness has got to end.  It's a common plague, as far as I can see, that the kids don't got nowhere to be.  In a town that sucks and a scence that blows, we can at least put our hearts right into the shows.  But some kids got their heads screwed on wrong, doing the same old shit that's been around too long.  Deep down, you really know what I mean.  We're on a mission to save this scene!  We're on a mission because there is no scene.  No one here to tell you who to be.  You think it's dumb because you all dance the same.  And if you do, you know who to blame.  Just stomp the stomps and shout the shouts.  That's what the music scene is all about.  And if you do you'll know who to thank.  Just give a shout to Ruskabank!

Wishing Well:  Time enough to get your love down near the wishing well.  Done my part, but you stole my heart down near the wishing well.  But you try and you try to get my little love down near the wishing well.  oh no.  But you're dying you're dying to get my little love down near the wishing well.  Ba!  Ba-bah!