# Song Lyrics

99. Back Home – Chumbawamba

“Back home, they’ll be thinking about us
When we are far away…
Back home, they’ll be really behind us
In every game we play…”

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99% – Soul Asylum

I don’t own you but I know you’re mine
Never disown you, never treat you unkind

But once in a while, you get on my nerves
Once in a while, you get what you deserve
I need you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time (x3)

If I asked you what’s on your mind
Would you say me, would they be thoughts unkind

But once in a while, I’m not myself
Once in a while, I think you’re someone else
I want you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time (x3)

Let’s move in together
Happily ever after

I can’t touch you but you feel so f*cking fine
Let’s just stay like this and waste some more time

Once in a while, you get in my way
Once in a while, you know I’ve got to say
I love you ninety-nine percent of the time
Ninety-nine percent of the time (x3)

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9th & Hennepin – Tom Waits

Well it’s 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon’s teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I’m lost in the window
I hide on the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
One for every year he’s away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there’s
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won’t fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you’re full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who’ll listen
And I’ve seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train.

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88. Hurling and Imperialism – Chumbawamba

Hurling, the national sport of Ireland
Was banned in 1366
As part of an Anglo-Norman attempt
To crush all Gaelic resistance
It failed
Over six hundred years of British repression
Has never stopped the people from fighting back
They still play hurling and as you’d expect
The Brits still defend as the Irish attack

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89. Mad Max – Chumbawamba

Dipping into his Filofax
He wonders who he can buy next
“C’mon, Play the game the Maxwell way
And you’ll never lose, come what may”
There’ll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
If you believe what the Mirror says
You’d think that Maxwell’s trying to save the game
“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who’s the biggest liar of all?”
There’ll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
Mister, can we have our football back?

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8th Avenue Shuffle – The Doobie Brothers

Hey, hey, honey, what’s on your mind
Well, you said that sleepin’ with a poor band’s not your style
Ain’t that just a little unkind
Hey, Marlon Brando, what would you do in a spot like this
I don’t play as your pawn tonight
Doin’ the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night in the city
New York girls they always make you feel so fine
There’s music, and I can always hear it playin’
New York Nights and there’s music in the streets

A doin’ the Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin’ that old familiar tune
And now yakety yak and don’t talk back
When a guy lay me down with my Pontiac
Tell those high school queens of mine that the
Prom was for your monkey shine

Try ‘n’ a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls are oh, so pretty
Try ‘n’ a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls make you feel so fine
Try ‘n’ a catch a cab in New York City
New York girls are oh, so pretty
Try ‘n’ a catch a cab in New York City
Music in the streets

Another night, another town
I’m out on the road and ther’s no one around
And it’s rainin’, yeah, it’s rainin’
Silence is all around
It’s cold and lonely, oh darlin’, if only I could feel it
Oh, can you feel it

Eighth Avenue Shuffle on a Friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin’ that old familiar tune
Hey, Marlon Brando, do you agree it feels so fine
Doin’ the New York Hustle
These girls are doin’ the monkey shine

Summer night in the city
New York girls they always make you feel so fine
There’s music, and I can always hear it playin’
New York Nights and there’s music in the streets

9 Dream – John Lennon

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding

Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?

Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?
Ah! b?wakawa pouss?, pouss?

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9 To 5 – Dolly Parton

Tumble outta bed
And stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin’ and stretchin’ and try to come to life

Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the streets
The traffic starts jumpin’
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin’ 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin’
Barely gettin’ by
It’s all takin’
And no givin’
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It’s enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it

9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I
Would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won’t seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
Mmmmm…

They let your dream
Just a’ watch ’em shatter
You’re just a step
On the boss man’s ladder
But you got dream he’ll never take away

In the same boat
With a lot of your friends
Waitin’ for the day
Your ship ‘ll come in
And the tide’s gonna turn
An’ it’s all gonna roll you away

Workin’ 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin’
Barely gettin’ by
It’s all takin’
And no givin’
They just use your mind
And you never get the credit
It’s enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There’s a better life
And you think about it don’t you
It’s a rich man’s game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Putting money in his wallet

Workin’ 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin’
Barely gettin’ by
It’s all takin’
And no givin’
They just use you mind
And they never give you credit
It’s enough to drive you
Crazy if you love it

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There’s a better life
And you think about it don’t you
It’s a rich man’s game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Putting money in his wallet

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9-9 – REM

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.

Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
all nine yards down her back

Give me a couple,
Don’t give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear

Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
all nine yards down her back

Give me a couple,
Don’t give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear

What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reenforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.

Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
all nine yards down his back

Give me a couple,
Don’t give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear

Conversation fear. Conversation fear. Conversation fear

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9. Seoul Music – Chumbawamba

There’ll be new events in Seoul ’88
Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot
Hurdling over barricades putting the brick
Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples Olympics
The people are angry and the boss is running scared
The Olympics of the Oppressed, and the boss is running scared
People are content with Olympic prestige
It means the poor are evicted to house the rich
Let big business move in and advertise
To gloss over the reality of Korean daily life
But the people are angry and the boss is running scared
The Olympics of the Oppressed and the boss is running scared

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