With Lyrics! Options

[Saffy]

This is basically just like the What Are You Listening To? topic except you can post the lyrics and maybe talk a bit more about the song in particular, say posting a video :P I don't expect it to be anywhere near as popular as the other topic but since this seems to come up quite a bit anyway, why not have our own topic?

Our Lady Peace - Clumsy
Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone, the telephone, telephone, in case,

You realize that sometimes you're not okay
You level off, you level off, you level off,

And its not all right now

You need to understand
There's nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends

You need to know that

I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud

And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here
You will be safe in here

Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try to shrug it off, shrug it off, shrug it off
It's only skin now
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you

And I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
No ones around

And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow
You will be safe in

I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud

And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow ow
You will be safe in ow ow

You will be safe in here, in here, ow ow ow ow , in here, ow ow , in here, ow ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow

http://youtube.com/watch?v=njGgi4T6Ow4

[GustafasChild]

Classified~The Maritimes

Yo, Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man
You cant take yourself too serious
Do that thing you guys were doing

Fill your cup up and chug
Roll a Joint up and get ####ed
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes [x2]

I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe
Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair
Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
Smokes cost $10 a pack and
We always mix our tobacco with weed, its just the way
we always done it, crud is natural to me

So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
Let you people know what you never travel to see
We got battle MC's, we got storytellers
And we got awful MC's and corny mother####ers
We got everything you wanna hear
Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta
R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock, Classical to Country
So many artist workin' but no one making money

Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence
Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a fisher man
No major league teams, baseball or hockey
No urban radio, just country and pop beats
I'm trying to shake these stereotypes
So give me space please, let me air out my life
I don't even eat fish, crud I never tried lobster
Cant play the fiddle, and never was a logger
But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes
But Halifax Harbour's like swimming in diseases

We only known for Anne of Green Gables,
Coal mines, The Bluenose and P.E.I potatoes
The Maritimes, its better then that
We livin' in the nether times so dead it with that
We got universal soul and buck 65 and
The whole CTG and of course Classified
We got back burner, good night, alpha flight, Lock Down
Mic Boyd, first word, tro biz and heck town
And a million other artists, trying to get there flow heard
And Let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts

We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion
Or maybe Anne Murray I know she's Nova Scotian
Or Hurricane Juan blowin from the ocean
Either way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man

[Chorus]

That's how we do it down here
Least that's how you think we do it down here
We all pile in the kitchen
Do it like this

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Maritimes