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Little Things

tizzosha — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 20:54:20 GMT

I'm not a BIG fan on Good Charlotte. I could actually say I hate them but I won't. This blog is for me to express my view on songs of my choice. And this song; it's simple, it's fun, and it's truthful for any Junior High kid or even High School kid. Btw; if any of you guys would like to talk music with me feel free to contact me. -smile-

my e-mail is: toshaxcore@hotmail.com and my myspace: click here

Lyrics

Yeah, this song is dedicated (This is Good Charlotte) To every kid who ever got picked last in gym class (You know what I'm saying, this is for you) To every kid who never had a date to no school dance (This is for you) To everyone whose ever been called a freak (Y'all no what I'm saying) This is for you (What?) Here we (GC) Here we go Yeah, uh, what, c'mon (Y'all know what I'm talking about, you all know what I'm saying) Yeah, what, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Here we go, oh oh oh oh oh (C'mon) oh oh oh oh oh (Let's do this) here we go...

Like the time at school when we got free lunch and the cool kids beat us up (Reduced lunch) And the rich kids had convertibles and we had to ride the bus (Fifty-five) Like the time we made the baseball team but they still laughed at us (You still suck!) Like the time that girl broke up with me 'cause I wasn't cool enough TRICK! Things...things...here we go

The little things, little things, they always hang around The little things, little things, they try to break me down The little things, little things, they just won't go away The little things, little things, made me who I am today, GO You wanna hate me now, but I won't stop now 'Cause I can't stop now

Yeah, what (C'mon) what, yeah (What)
c'mon, c'mon, here we go... Like the time mom went to that institute 'cause she was breaking down (I just can't take it) Like the car we had that wouldn't start we had to walk to get around (Can I get a ride?) And that same year on Christmas Eve dad went to the store (Uh, I'll see ya guys later) We checked his room his things were gone, we didn't see him no more DICK! Things...things...here we go

What, what, what...here we go...here we go... go...go The little things, little things, little things, little things, little things, little things, little things, little things, little things (oh oh oh oh oh), little things, little things, little things, little things (oh oh oh oh oh), little things, little things, little things...here we go

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh And it always seems those little things (oh oh oh oh oh), they take the biggest part of me, break down (oh oh oh oh oh), I'm breaking down, I'm breaking down...

That's me. :D

This song speaks for itself.

tizzosha — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:42:17 GMT

Harlem Streets

[Verse 1] Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Working your whole life wondering where the day went The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And people coming home after corporate share croppin And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A generation of babies born without health care Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare

[Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown We live in distress and hang the flag upside down The sound of conservative politicians on television People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serving the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino Think about it, most of the army is black and latino And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you can't read history at an illiterate stage And you can't raise a family on minimum wage Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust

[Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Luv Addict

tizzosha — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 20:06:37 GMT

I just felt like having fun. Well, fun blogging cause I made this video awhile ago. lol. I know. . . I'm a loser.

And I know I can't dance. Haha.

Where does the good go?

tizzosha — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 15:18:10 GMT

I first heard this song from the TV show Grey's Anatomy [I seriously love that show]. Although the lyrics are very straight forward about love going wrong and asking yourself 'Well, where does the good go?'

I think it goes a little deeper though. When we think of love we think of love at first sight, kissing, holding hands. What about the love that you share for your family or friends? The world has gotten pretty screwed up recently. Friends being shot because of shotters on campus. Family members developing diseases that cost them their lives. Where does the good go? Or Where did it go?

Lyrics

Where do you go with your broken heart in tow? What do you do with the left over you? And how do you know, when to let go? Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen

It's love that leaves that Breaks the seal of always thinking you would be Real happy and healthy, strong and calm Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

Where do you go when you're in love and the world knows? How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down? What do you say it's up for grabs now that you're on your way down? Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen

It's love that leaves that Breaks the seal of always thinking you would be Real happy and healthy, strong and calm Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

(Where does the good go? throughout next lines) Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen
Where does the good go?

Happy Beat

tizzosha — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 01:24:49 GMT

This song just makes me so happy every time I listen to it. I don't know if it's the little eletronic beats or the lyrics. Something about it though puts a smile on my face. Not like a McDonalds way though.

Lyrics

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles In our eyes are mirror images and when We kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate that God himself Did make us into corresponding shapes like Puzzle pieces from the clay And true, it may seem like a stretch, but Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled Head when you're away when I am missing you to death When you are out there on the road for Several weeks of shows and when you scan The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away, 'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your Machine but the persistent beat it sounded Thin upon listening And that frankly will not fly. You will hear The shrillest highs and lowest lows with The windows down when this is guiding you home