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Nothing here yet. Why? Because I haven't gotten the inspiration for this page yet. That's why. Got a problem with it? Too bad! Shove it!! XP AAAAAAAnyways. I'll eventually get some more stuff on here, but for now you're just gonna have to deal with improper English and not too much to look at.
The Lost Soul
What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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well hello lil miss sweety! your heart is made out
of chocolate. you're sweet and every one wants
you, you're mysterious. lucky you, you are
totally irresistable, enjoy life, you deserve
it
what is your heart made of?
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Jason Mraz!!
You and I Both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But it often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright light turn to night
Oh, until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
Others just dream of
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well then I'm almost finally out of
and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone, well they work both ways
But if I never ever hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of words.
Curbside Prophet
I�m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I�m waiting for my rocket to come
I�m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I�m waiting for my rocket y'all
Y�see it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C.
At a West End Avenue at 63
The beginning of a leap year, February, �96
When a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks
Well look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
Well you�re never gonna guess
Where I�ve been been been
And I have no regrets
That I bet my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well you can only count that "On the Road Again"
Will soon be on my radio dial
And I been payin close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway while
I�m one man pushin� on the California skyline drive
Up the coast I brag and I boast
I�m pickin up my pace and makin time like Space Ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise control on coast
Cause I'm toting round the nation on extednded vacation
With Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
I say, "I like your style, crazy pound pup!
You need a ride? [*woof*]
Well come on, girl, hop in the truck!"
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
See I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover
With my guitar here I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for a filly
Got a natural ability to give the freestyle
Look at my flexibility
Dangerous at the mike
My ghetto hat's cocked right
The ladies say, "Yo, that kid is crazy"
The backstage betties taking more than they can get
They say, "What's up with M-R-A-Z?"
Hey, hey, something's different in my world today
Well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
Hey, hey, something's different in my world today
They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow
I'm just a curbside prophet
Curbside prophet now
Curbside prophet now
Curbside
Come on, now
Curbside prohet
Waiting for my rocket to come...