verse Don’t bother askin′ me to ever give my lady up Was about five years old, takin’ my first puff It was love at first light, fell in love the first night My uncle told me, “Don’t rush, this could be your first crush” Now I′m on the block with all the homies, and it′s a family affair 17 with a dream, blowin’ smoke in the air Servin′ fiends, my routine is where I was that year Avoidin’ ′em fuckin’ pandas in my rearview mirror County blues, wanna lose shit, I′m with all of my peers Lookin’ back, I wouldn’t change shit, oh what a career I used to flip bags with her (yeah), skip class with her (yeah) She′s comfortable as fuck when I′m tryna smash with her She got a lotta fans, and they’re always harassin′ us Ashes to ash to dust, feels like I’m Lazarus I can′t get past the rush, never pass her up Who took this bitch worldwide? Nigga, we’re gassin′ up, now is the
chorus Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain Even before the fame, she was my Novacane You know it ain’t gon’ change, ′cause now I feel summer creepin′ in, and I’m tired of this town again And if the truth remains that it just ain′t the same Without my Lois Lane by my side
verse I’ve seen some things in my life, it feels like ragin′ inside This time I’m changin′ my mind, I’m sayin’ goodbye to the dangerous side Sometimes you gotta roll with it, fightin′ fire is a damn cold finesse Somehow she came in my life Between the white lines and made it alright (well alright) And everything she ever told me, knew it from the get-go, yes I did (yes I did) And if I gotta grab a can of gasoline, strike a match, I′ma burn that bridge It’s so unfair what she did to me, the way she sparked this epiphany I tried to walk away, but I′m stumblin’, whole world crumblin′ Some things never change, but now it’s my
chorus Last dance with Mary Jane (this is my last dance), one more time to kill the pain Even before the fame, she was my Novacane You know it ain′t gon’ change, ’cause now I feel summer creepin′ in (I feel it comin′), and I’m tired of this town again And yet the truth remains that it just ain′t the same without my Lois Lane by my side
outro Mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep movin’ on
My 2 cents –
the video is so trippy. I love the original version but I like this one too.
Born down in a dead man’s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says “Son if it was up to me” Went down to see my V.A. man He said “Son, don’t you understand”
I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet Cong They’re still there, he’s all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I’m ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
My 2 cents –
This is one of the most misunderstood songs. I have heard quite a few people lately asking about protest songs, And I can probably do that and nothing else for years, as music is good for expressing reality in a manageable way. So many people see this as a patriotic song…I see it as a lament. Perhaps the antiwar songs will be making my blog more in the future…after all I fear that is the direction that the US is going.
There are no more tears to cry I heard you beggin’ for life Runnin’ out of medicine You’re worse than you’ve ever been
screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight (Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight
I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease
You’re so tortured when you sleep Plagued with all your memories You reach out, and no one’s there Like a god without a prayer
screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight (Ah-ah) screamin’ for me, baby (Ah-ah) like you’re gonna die (Ah-ah) poison on the inside I could be your antidote tonight
I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease
cure your disease (Ah) I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya
Bring me your desire, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I know all your secrets, I can cure ya, oh Cure your disease
cure your disease (Ah) cure ya (Ah) I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya I can cure your disease (Ah) cure your disease (Ah) cure your disease (Ah) ooh (Ah) ooh
My 2 cents –
I find myself with no doubts that she could do something….but maybe not cure the issues I have. Still the song is definitely worth listening to.
The beautiful poem by miss Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons. They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut. Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in. The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble, They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps, Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another, So it is impossible to tell how many there are. My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage—— My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.
My 2 cents –
Okay I know that this is a poem…being sung to music. But I love Sylvia Plath and I couldn’t Resist Sharing it. It is so pretty.
[Verse 1] Take me back to old Yazoo Everything up here is new I can’t stand it, just must landed Going back to Old Yazoo
[Verse 2] Everything you do People got their eyes on you It’s compelling, y’have me yelling Going back to Old Yazoo
[Bridge] If you don’t like beans and rice Get your rice and beans If you don’t like greens and ham Just get your ham and greens
[Verse 3] How long will I have you wait? Standing at the station gate Broken hearted, gotta get started Going back to Old Yazoo
[Chorus] Oh, take me back to Old Yazoo Everything up here is new I can’t stand it, just must landed Going back to Old Yazoo Everything you do Peoplе got their eyes on you It’s compеlling, y’have me yelling “Take me back to Old Yazoo”
[Post-Chorus] If you don’t like beans and rice Get your rice and beans If you don’t like greens and ham Just get your ham and greens Lordy, lordy
[Verse 4] How long will I have to wait Standing at the station gate I’m broken hearted Gotta get started Going back to old Yazoo
[Refrain] Yazoo (Yazoo) Yazoo (Yazoo) Yazoo (Yazoo) Yazoo (Yazoo) I am going to Yazoo, that’s where I belong Everything I tell you seems to be all wrong Yazoo (Yazoo) Yazoo (Yazoo)
[Vocalizing Interlude]
[Outro] Going back to old Yazoo (Going back to old Yazoo)
My 2 cents –
My son felt like this was a silly song. To me it feels like old Jazz. It has a lovely feel to it. And it is different than the music you hear today.
Pattimouse 