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She was the seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she’ll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks, out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand

In the auditorium

Looking on she sang the song

The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you & you can hear me

When I sing softly, slowly

C H O R U S

Hold me closer tiny dancer,

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady

She was a seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, hear she married a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her, she was dancing in the sand

And now she’s in me, always with me,

Tiny dancer, in my hand

Repeat chorus (2x)

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When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly.

They got their tickets for the train.

Raised their weapons and took aim.

Laughing from the railroad tracks they shot my brothers in the back.

1873. No more thunder on the ground.

Birds were flying round and round.

Though the dust we kicked up no longer could be seen.

And 1873 was a very bad year for me.

1873 was a very bad year for me.

We cradled their babies.

Made up their houses.

Covered their feet.

They took what they needed.

Never took us for granted.

But the were defeated when people shot at me.

In 1873.

Laid out in the broken sun.

Rain beat on us like a drum.

The rhythm of that emptiness which shot my spirit free.

In 1873.

1873 was a very bad year for me.

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tiedd kuinka herdisin

kun sua en ndd

Vain kapee valo valaisee

tyhjdn vuoteen suutelee

mut sekddn ei jdd

ei jdd

Ja arki ndyttdd parastaan

ei pddstd mua unohtamaan

Kai tdd sujuu aikanaan

Mut ei se mitddn

md tuun tdn kaiken jaksamaan

Vaikka jdit mun sisddn vield palamaan

Hei, ei se mitddn

md voin kai joskus unohtaa

Vaikken kestdisikddn,

en sua saa

On huone tyhjd kun md tuun

se tuntuu kuin ois jonkun muun

Mut mitd md teen

Kun ddnet kertoo iltaisin

tdd vois olla toisinkin

Jdi mun syddmeen

Taas arki ndyttdd parastaan

rankaisee syddn varastaan

Kai tdd sujuu aikanaan

Mut ei se mitddn

md tuun tdn kaiken jaksamaan

Vaikka jdit mun sisddn vield palamaan

Hei, ei se mitddn

md voin kai joskus unohtaa

Vaikken kestdisikddn,

en sua saa

Koitan vdhdt vdlittdd

vaik se tekeekin kipedd

kun sua en ndd

Pitdis jaksaa eteenpdin

mut md paikoilleni jdin

Sut tahdoin pitdd

sut tahdoin pitdd

Mut ei se mitddn

md tuun tdn kaiken jaksamaan

Vaikka jdit mun sisddn vield palamaan

Hei, ei se mitddn

md voin kai joskus unohtaa

Vaikken kestdisikddn,

en sua saa

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B Glad like the bag I’m not mad like the hatter

On Anotha Level and I didn’t use a ladder

Listen up good call me short and it’s on

Bust you in the dome cuz I got little man’s syndrome

Always down to bone when Home Alone like the movie

Gettin mad groupies, Tina Tam and Suzie

Honies wanna groove me, cuz my flow is groovy

I never pay ends or get skins in a jacuzzi

“The track is mighty phat to me

Ya loves the way I freaks the beat

Whenever it is I freaks the beat

Snaps come rolling back to me!” *sung to Tootsie Roll commercial*

Verse Two:

What, is, really going on?

My, lyrics, rain like a storm

Oh yes, it sets quite a trend

I’m the one your girlie likes and you can’t stand it

Fresh cut come hottest, not at all modest

I’ma tell you right now, I gets no runs anonymous

Cut all the hoopla, end the propagandin

We rode the Soul Train, not left Bandstandin

Fans keep fannin, where’s my girl Shannon? Hot damn it

Now you understand it, aiyyo catch the Stones

Because it’s slammin

Verse Three: Booty Brown

I’m throwin up West coast in the niggaz faces

From the City of Angels, I know you know where the place it

They call me Rudy, the dark brown tutti

The dark brown booty with an afro and a mad flow I’m a rap pro

Play the right end, I’m into flippin hits

like flapjacks off of fat stacks as I max with Anotha Level

So dig it like like a shovel digs a ditch

A West coast rhyme without using the word …..

Verse Four: Bambino

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming like this

Ballin up my fists and I’m not even pissed

I’m just hyped, the type, you gotsta believe in

The dog inside of me is hungry this is what I feed it

Marks and oreos, until we fill it up

The youngest hound of the Level does that make me a punk

Yup, shucks, I still get butt

Ask your local honey and she’ll tell you what’s up

Ohhh damn, you freak me so well

I used to hear it all the time from my old girl Mel

Now I’m living swell add her to my clientele

Can I get some thirst cuz it’s hot as hell

I kick some hoarse shit now I gots ta hay bail

Verse Five: Slim Kid Tre

Hey bail, check it out well

I gets up on the microphone and then I have to sail

like a ship, I’m on another motherf–kin tip

Got me? Here I go, copy

Yeah, so watch your back, black

Pharcyde’s here and we’ll never come wack

Making all the papes and comin by the stacks

I know Anotha Level got my motherf–kin back

Here to represent West coast

Burnin up the map like toast

Verse Six:

I feel the funk while Tre Rhymealinda’s

Before it’s all over, we all just spins the indo or the bud

Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust

So I bust, and then I bust

This shit is Phat, I’m hoping that

You can comprehend, the flavors that we blend

You know where to find me, come for the ride

On Anotha Level II the Pharcude

Verse Seven: Imani

Imani represents one of the funk fabulous

chillin freewheelin funkstaz, out the funky depths

of the West coast underground, umm, yo, so how that sound?

I be rippin, rappin, with Anotha Level, rippin

Rappin with the Freestyle Fellowshippin, and the Waskalz

Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don’t understand

My s–t be in demand so I’m holdin niggaz to WalkMan’s

papers, if you slept on me you know you catch the Vapors

I got my nigga Fat Lip with me, yo

He ain’t around so what am I gonna do G?

What am I gonna do man??? DAMN!!!

Yo whassup man? You wanna rap?

Can you rap whassup?

You look a nigga that can’t rap, but I think you might be able

to drop somethin on the mic yo

Verse Eight: Farmer Brown (Fat Lip)

Well I used to just rap when I was on the farm

People tried to come around giving me some harm

But I tell em no that it got to cuz

The Farmer Man is about to flow

Cuz I’m the Farmer Man, I hold the mic in my hand

like a pitchfork, I say whassup to New York

I’m way out like Mork from Ork

Enough to make you grab a bottle of moonshine

and pop the cork, yeeeee-hawwww!!!!

Bout to get raw with my man Farmer John

And my good ol frog, so y’all rock

The cock-a-doodle-doo, ragga-free funk

Even though this ain’t somethin that you’re used ta

Yeahhh, hyuh hyuh hyuh hyuh

And ya don’t stop, check it out check it out

Ya don’t stop, check it out check it out

Ya don’t stop, yo what’s you got to say on this boy

*fades*

Anotha Level II the Pharcyde (10X)

Matter of fact it was phat

That shit was phat

Say what? To the

Say what say what?

To the, Phar-Cyde

Keep it going, Fat Lip grip the mic

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Sommer `98, es ist wieder soweit.

Meine Freunde und ich, wir sind bereit

zu großen Taten. Das lange Warten,

die lange Zeit erschien uns wie die Ewigkeit.

USA 94 - Letchkov - und raus - duschen,

umziehen und ab nach Haus.

Die Säge für Bertis Stuhl war gezückt,

doch vorbei ist vorbei, neues Spiel, neues Glück

Habt ihr alles trainiert? Alles ausprobiert?

Bertis Strategie kapiert?

Ja, dann kann es ja losgehen, schön in einer Reihe

stehen und

mitsingen, wenn die Hymnen erklingen oder verlegen

den Mund bewegen.

Dann den Gegner vom Platz fegen, Abseitsfallen

auslegen

kann doch nicht so schwer sein, der Fuß ist unten am

Bein

und keiner geht allein!!

Der Ball ist rund und das Spiel dauert 90 Minuten.

Meist verlieren die Schlechten gegen die Guten.

Der Mann in Schwarz ist niemals allein.

Elf Freunde müßt ihr sein

Haut sie wech, wech, keiner

geht allein

Bertis Buben - Respekt - Elf

Freunde müßt ihr sein

Wir wollen die Böller von Möller, dazu den Hammer

von Sammer

geh mal ran da, oder seid ihr etwa Mädchen !?

Der Angstschweiß läuft schon die Straße runter

und langsam wird der ganze Garten munter

Es schreien Kinder, es schreien Männer, es schreien

Frauen

meine Oma schreit: “Den hätt sogar ich reingehaun!”

Der Zeugwart wichst die Schuhe adrett

mit Kaisermehl und Bohnhof - Fett

keine Ahnung was der Typ in den Pausentee mischt,

aus der Brühe hat er Köpckes Socken gefischt, es

zischt -als er eingießt-

Der Zauber wirkt sekundenschnell und Bierhoff schießt

sternhagelvoll

das Golden Goal !!

Der Ball ist rund und das Spiel dauert 90 Minuten.

Meist verlieren die Schlechten gegen die Guten.

Haut sie wech, wech, keiner

geht allein

Bertis Buben - Respekt - Elf

Freunde müßt ihr sein

Wir sind bei Euch, wir fiebern mit,

wir kommentieren zu Hause jeden Schritt

Wir ham’ voll die Ahnung, selber im Verein gewesen,

jahrelang

deswegen, wissen wir genau, was abgeht

ob da einer in der Mauer zum weit links steht,

oder ob da einer unerlaubt telefoniert, warum bin ich

nicht nominiert.

Und wenn wir doch verliern heißt es aktzeptieren,

soll der Pokal das Regal von Jamaika ziern,

doch das wird nie passieren

Haut sie wech, wech, keiner

geht allein

Bertis Buben - Respekt - Elf

Freunde müßt ihr sein

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The Band

- written by Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier and Eddie Holland Jr.

- cover version of Marvin Gaye’s #27 hit from 1964, “Baby Don’t You Do It”

- as recorded “live” by The Band (released September 16, 1972)

- entered the Billboard Top 40 the week of October 14, 1972 and

stayed for 6 weeks, peaking at #34 the week of November 4, 1972.

Oh, baby, don’t you do it, don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

Please don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

I sacrificed to make you happy

Kept nothin’ for myself

Now you wanna leave me

For the love of someone else

I cried in my song

Whether I’m right or wrong

I need ya baby

Fer ta keep on keepin’ on

You know I was tryin’ to do my best

I tried to do my best

Don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

Please don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

My biggest mistake was lovin’ you too much

And lettin’ ya know

Now you got me where you want me

And a-you won’t let me go

If my heart was made of glass

Well, then you’d surely see

How much heartaches and misery

Girl, you been causin’ me

But I been tryin’ to do my best

But I’ve tried to do my best

Don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

Please don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

I go down to the river

And there I’ll be

I’m gonna jump in, girl

But you don’t care about me

Open up your eyes

Can’t you see I love ya

Open up your heart, girl

Can’t you see I need ya

Oh, baby, don’t do it, do it, do it

Don’t you break my heart

Please don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

—— guitar ——

My biggest mistake was lovin’ you too much

And lettin’ ya know

Now you got me where you want me

And a-you won’t let me go

If my heart was made of glass

Well, then you’d surely see

How much heartaches and misery

Girl, you been causin’ me

But I been tryin’ to do my best

A-you know I’ve tried to do my best

Don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

Please don’t do it

Don’t you break by heart

—— guitar ——

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