Connor Paul
Eletric Feel by MGMT
All along the western front, people line up to receive, she got the power in her hands to shock you like you won't believe. Saw her in the Amazon, with the voltage running through her skin, standing there with nothing on, she's gonna teach me how to swim. Ooh girl, shock me like an electric eel. Baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel (x2) All along the eastern shore, put your circuits in the sea. This is what the world is for, making electricity. You can feel it in your mind. Oh you can do it all the time. Plug it in and change the world. You are my electric girl. Ooh girl, shock me like an electric eel. Baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel (x2) Do what you feel now electric feel now (x5)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Connor Paul
Going the Distance by Cake
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up, Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly manouver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank, Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns, Their prowless is podent and secretly stern. As they speed thru the finish the flags go down. The fans get up, and get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. Yeah! No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine. He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster truck force. In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping time that her memories will fade, Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse, He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse! He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance...
Going the Distance by Cake
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up, Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly manouver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank, Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns, Their prowless is podent and secretly stern. As they speed thru the finish the flags go down. The fans get up, and get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. Yeah! No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine. He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster truck force. In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping time that her memories will fade, Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse, He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his horse! He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance...
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