What song title would best describe your life up until now?

"I'm alright" - Jo dee Messina

"Jamin" - Bob Marley

If I had to pick one: All-o-gistics

If I could choose several:

Born under a bad sign. (Albert King)

Answering machine (Replacements)

After the fire is gone. (Loretta Lynn, Conway Twitty)

Descendents anything.

The song that describes my failed love life is Shesmovedon by Porcupine Tree. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtfJcTBklh8

The song that describes my my redemptive spirit after wasting so much of my life is The Glass Prison by Dream Theater.

Sometimes when I'm feeling defeated and depressed I like the song Weathered by Creed.

Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Porcupine Tree is often awesome. They've come a long way. Great keyboardist.

Based on last race: Walkn' in Memphis.

jamin wrote:

I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal

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Damn. I would have bet a bundle that your song was "Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix.

Funny this made the front page...Last night I was on the treadmill and had to go number 2 really bad and Free Bird came on my ipod..I had one mile left in my workout and as the guitar solo goes nuts at the end I had to go so bad and had the treadmill turned up very high to finish...it was an American Experience

Pink Floyd - Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over,

Thought I'd something more to say.

Home

Home again

I like to be here

When I can

When I come home

Cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones

Beside the fire

Far away

Across the field

Tolling on the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spell

"Creep"- Radiohead

"I Wanna be Sedated" - The Ramones

"Living on the Edge " Aerosmith

I Got it Bad and That Ain't Good

Positive tension-Bloc Party

I said a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie

To the hip hip-hop, and you don't stop

The rock it to the bang-bang, boogie say "up jump"

The boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you have here is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat

And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet

See I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say "hello"

To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow

But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie

Say "up jump" the boogie to the bang-bang boogie

Let's rock, you don't stop

Rock the riddle that will make your body rock

Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along

And next on the mike is my man Hank

Come on, Hank, sing that song

Check it out, I'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a

And the rest is f-l-y

You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix

And these reasons I'll tell ya why

Ya see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun

And I dress to a t

Ya see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously

I got bodyguards, I got two big cars

That definitely ain't the whack

I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac

So after school, I take a dip in the pool

Which really is on the wall

I got a color TV so I can see

The Knicks play basketball

Hear me talking bout checkbooks, credit cards

More money than a sucker could ever spend

But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker

Not a dime 'til I made it again

You go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)

You say: "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spanking

Drive off in a def oj

Everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn

Say if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend

Master Gee, am I mellow

Its on you so what you gonna do

Well it's on and on and on on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e

I said I go by the unforgettable name

Of the man they call the Master Gee

Well, my name is known all over the world

By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls

I'm going down in history

As the baddest rapper there could ever be

Now I'm feeling the highs and ya feeling the lows

The beat starts getting into your toes

Ya start popping ya fingers and stomping your feet

And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat

And the damn ya start doing the freak

I said damn, right outta your seat

Then ya throw your hands high in the air

Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derrière

Ya rocking to the beat without a care

With the sure-shot m.c.s for the affair

Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang

But I rap to the beat just the same

I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes

All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize

Singing on and on and on on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singing on and on and on on and on

Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie

Pop da pop pop ya don't dare stop

Come alive y'all gimme what ya got

I guess by now you can take a hunch

And find that I am the baby of the bunch

But that's okay I still keep in stride

'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind

Singing on and on and on on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

Singing on and on and on on and on

Rock rock y'all throw it on the floor

I'm gonna freak ya here I'm gonna freak ya there

I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere

Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind

I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind

I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor

A-come alive, y'all a-gimme what ya got

'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock

I said 1-2-3-4 tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for?

I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie

The hip hip hop, a you don't stop

The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo

And guess what America we love you

'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul

You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old

I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast

But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

Rock it up baby bubbah

Baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie

To the beat beat, it's so unique

Come on everybody and dance to the beat

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie

To the hip hip hop, a you don't stop

Rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang

The boogie to the boogie da beat

I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week

When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat

And attempt to raise your body heat

Just blow your mind so that you can't speak

And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet

And let it change up to a dance called the freak

And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat

Rest a little while so ya don't get weak

I know a man named Hank

He has more rhymes than a serious bank

So come on Hank sing that song

To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

Well, I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies pimp

The women fight for my delight

But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs

That shock the house for the young ladies

And when you come inside, into the front

You do the freak, spank, and do the bump

And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point

We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint

A from sun to sun and from day to day

I sit down and write a brand new rhyme

Because they say that miracles never cease

I've created a devastating masterpiece

I'm gonna rock the mike 'til you can't resist

Everybody, I say it goes like this

Well I was coming home late one dark afternoon

A reporter stopped me for a interview

She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables

That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables

This young reporter I did adore

So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before

She said damn fly guy I'm in love with you

The Casanova legend must have been true

I said by the way baby what's your name

Said I go by the name of Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfriend you surely can

Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman

I said he's a fairy I do suppose

Flying through the air in pantyhose

He may be very sexy or even cute

But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit

I said you need a man who's got finesse

And his whole name across his chest

He may be able to fly all through the night

But can he rock a party til the early light

He can't satisfy you with his little worm

But I can bust you out with my super sperm

I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it

An I'm here an I'm there I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere

Just throw your hands up in the air

And party hardy like you just don't care

Let's do it don't stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don't stop

Go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what)

I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj

Everybody go hotel motel holiday inn

You say if your girl starts acting up then you take her friend

I say skip, dive, what can I say

I can't fit 'em all inside my oj

So I just take half and bust them out

I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one Friday night

I was rocking to the beat and feeling all right

Everybody was dancing on the floor

Doing all the things they never did before

And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean

She came into the bar, she came into the scene

As she traveled deeper inside the room

All the fellas checked out her white sasoons

She came up to the table, looked into my eyes

Then she turned around and shook her behind

So I said to myself, its time for me to release

My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece

And now people in the house this is just for you

A little rap to make you boogaloo

Now the group ya hear is called phase two

And let me tell ya something we're a helluva crew

Once a week we're on the street

Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak

For you to party, got to have the movies

So we'll get right down and give you a groove

For you to dance you gotta get hype

So we'll get right down for you tonight

Now the system's on and the girls are there

Ya definitely have a rocking affair

But let me tell ya something there's still one fact

That to have a party ya got to have a rap

So when the party's over you're making it home

And trying to sleep before the break of dawn

And while ya sleeping ya start to dream

And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene

Our name appears in your mind

Yeah, a name you know that was right on time

It was phase two just a doing a do

Rocking ya down cause ya know we could

To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak

Come alive girls get on your feet

To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat

To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak

To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on

On and on into the break of dawn

Now I got a man coming on right now

He's guaranteed to throw down

He goes by the name of Wonder Mike

Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like

Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey

Like a millionaire that has no money

Like a rainy day that is not wet

Like a gambling fiend that does not bet

Like Dracula without his fangs

Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang

Like collard greens that don't taste good

Like a tree that's not made out of wood

Like going up and not coming down

Is just like the beat without the sound no sound

To the beat beat, ya do the freak

Everybody just rock and dance to the beat

Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat

And the food just ain't no good

I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed

And the chicken tastes like wood

So you try to play it off like you think you can

By saying that you're full

And then your friend says momma he's just being polite

He ain't finished uh uh that's bull

So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie

And you say that you already ate

And your friend says man there's plenty of food

So you pile some more on your plate

While the stinky food's steaming your mind starts to dreaming

Of the moment that it's time to leave

And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rotting

Into something that looks like cheese

Oh so you say that's it I got to leave this place

I don't care what these people think

I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous

With this ugly food that stinks

So you bust out the door while its still closed

Still sick from the food you ate

And then you run to the store for quick relief

From a bottle of kaopectate

And then you call your friend two weeks later

To see how he has been

And he says I understand about the food

Baby bubbah but we're still friends

With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie

The hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rocking

To the bang bang boogie

Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

I say Hank can ya rock

Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop

Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo

I said come on, make, make the people move

I go to the halls and then ring the bell

Because I am the man with the clientèle

And if ya ask me why I rock so well

A big bang, I got clientèle

And from the time I was only six years old

I never forgot what I was told

It was the best advice that I ever had

It came from my wise dear old dad

He said sit down punk I wanna talk to you

And don't say a word until I'm through

Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry

A time to live and a time to die

A time to break and a time to chill

To act civilized or act real ill

But whatever ya do in your lifetime

Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme

So from sixty six 'til this very day

Ill always remember what he had to say

So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style

I let them know that I'm versatile

I got style finesse and a little black book

That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look

But there's a thing that separates you from me

And that is called originality

Because my rhymes are on from what you heard

I didn't even bite and not a goddamn word

And I say a little more later on tonight

So the sucker MCs can bite all night

A tick a tock y'all a beat beat y'all

A lets rock y'all ya don't stop

Ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)

Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spanking

Drive off in a def oj

Everybody go hotel motel holiday inn

Ya say if your girl starts acting up then you take her friends

A like that y'all to the beat y'all

Beat beat y'all ya don't stop

A master gee am I mellow?

Its on you so whatcha gonna do

Well like Johnny Carson on the late show

A like Frankie Crocker in stereo

Well like the Barkay's singing holy ghost

The sounds to throw down they're played the most

It's like my man captain sky

Whose name he earned with his super sperm

We rock and we don't stop

Get off y'all I'm here to give you whatcha got

To the beat that it makes you freak

And come alive girl get on your feet

A like a Perry Mason without a case

Like Farrah Fawcett without her face

Like the Barkays on the mic

Like getting right down for you tonight

Like moving your body so ya don't know how

Right to the rhythm and throw down

Like coming alive to the Master Gee

The brother who rocks so viciously

I said the age of one my life begun

At the age of two I was doing the do

At the age of three it was you and me

Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee

At the age of four I was on the floor

Giving all the freaks what they bargained for

At the age of five I didn't take no jive

With the Master Gee its all the way live

At the age of six I was a picking up sticks

Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed

At the age of seven I was rocking in heaven dontcha know I went off

I got right on down to the beat you see

Getting right on down making all the girls

Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat

To the double beat beat that makes you freak

At the age of eight I was really great

Cause every night you see I had a date

At the age of nine I was right on time

'Cause every night I had a party rhyme

Going on and on and on on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

A saying on and on and on on and on

Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de popcorn

A saying on and on and on on and on

'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mike

I am the definite feast delight

I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic

I am the definite feast delight

Come to the master gee you see

The brother who rocks so viciously

Songwriters

EDWARDS, BERNARD/RODGERS, NILE

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Runaway Train by Soul Asylum. The lyrics even feel like I might have wrote them.