Thursday, January 31, 2008

Eminem's Lose Yourself



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by Eminem


Lose Yourself


Look
If you had one shot or one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted
One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous
but on the surface he looks calm
and ready to drops bombs
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking
How
Everybody's joking now
The clock's run out
Time's up, over
Plow
Snap back to reality
Oh there goes gravity
Oh there goes Rabbit
He choked
He's so mad but he won't give up that easy
No he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter
He's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so stagnant he knows
when he goes back to this mobile home
that's when it's back to the lab again
Yo this whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment
and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better

Soul's escaping
Through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king
As we move toward a new world order
a normal life is boring
But superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder
Homie grows hotter
He blows us all over
These hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows
He's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads
God only knows he's grown farther from home
He's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no more
He's cold product
They moved on to the next shmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told, it unfolds
I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on
Da da doe, da doe, da da

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better

No more games
I'm gonna change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning
The mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming in step,
writing the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
that I can't get by with my nine to five
and I can't provide the right type of life for my family
'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life
And these times are so hard
And it's getting even harder
trying to feed and water my seed
Plus, see, dishonor
Caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby-momma drama's screaming on
And too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another day of monotony has gotten me
to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option
Failure's not
Mom, I love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go
It's my shot
Feet fail me not
This maybe the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better

You can do anything you set your mind to, man



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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins doing Poor Boy Blues




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performed by Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins on guitars and vocals


on their Neck and Neck album, with
        Floyd Cramer: piano
        Vince Gill: backing vocals
        Guy Fletcher: bass, drums, keyboards
        Paul Franklin: dobro, pedabro, steel guitar
        Larrie Londin: drums
        Edigar Meyer: bass
        Mark O'Connor: fiddle, mandolin
        Steve Wariner: bass


written by Paul Kennerly



Poor Boy Blues


Do I want you?
Yes I do.

Do I need you?
Baby you know it's true.

But I ain't got nothin'
that you can use.

So I'm sittin' on my own here,
with these poor boy blues.

One day, baby,
you will see

You're gonna give
all your love to me.

I'm the one, babe,
that you're gonna choose.

But in the meantime,
I got these poor boy blues.

Pick it, son,
pick it now.

Things won't always
be the same.

Some day soon
every little thing will change.

You'll tell your momma
her baby's got good news.

But until then, well,
I got these poor boy blues.

But until then, well,
I got these poor boy blues.


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