Articles with Bob Dylan

Super American – Samantha’s Song Lyrics

[Verse]
No more rides on Oak Street
Or Frank Ocean on the way to brunch
No more waking up next to you
Like any day I want
No more flowers waiting there
When you get home from work
No more clever little notes from me
That you didn’t deserve

[Pre-Chorus]
I left a picture of Lex and Me
I wish it made you feel something
You said you love that polaroid

[Chorus]
I took my records, I took my stereo
I took my time to put it together
But you preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You should prefer my stereo

[Verse]
No more perfect kisses
In the Wal-Green’s parking lot
Under the rain
No more trips to California
That we never got to make
No more coffee in the morning
While we let Bob Dylan play
I’m starting to think that
I never knew you anyway

[Pre-Chorus]
I left a picture of Lex and Me
I wish it made you feel something
You said you love that polaroid
Good luck filling this void

[Chorus]
I took my records, I took my stereo
I took my time to put it together
But you preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You should prefer my stereo

[Bridge]
You don’t have to be this person
But I can’t lie, it f**king hurts when
It’s on my mind, that rainy drive
When we both said “I love you” that first time
I just read your last text to me
I wish you made it mean something, anything
I was your baby boy

[Chorus]
I took my records, I took my stereo
I took my time to put it together
But you preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You preferred your
Stupid Bluetooth speaker
You should prefer my stereo
You should prefer my stereo
You should prefer my stereo

[Outro]
Because I wanted to love you for exactly who you are
So I looked you in the eyes and told you all that I adore
And like your hand in my back pocket, babygirl
I loved your flaws
I loved your flaws
I loved your flaws
I loved your flaws

Sean Price & Illa Ghee – The Bryan Song (feat. Rim)

[Sample]
When you gonna realize money is the king of the land
The color of your skin doesn’t matter when you got it in your hand

[Verse 1: Illa Ghee]
I got that feeling to clap
A young black Bob Dylan of rap
You can fill in the gap
Sacrilegious, dick in the mouth of bad bitches
It’s cool when it’s G Rap on roads to riches
On fleek when I tilt my own beep, beep I’m vicious
Deep with the bullets I speak sleeps your mistress
No assistance, ghetto icing on the sentence
I’m different, pissing on the world from a distance

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Alejandro!
Metal detect
Detect metal, level your set
Benevolent and legit, I’m the exceptional vet
The vet sent death threat direct express
One way ticket to hell, jail, fuck with the best
P, boss with a violent past
Break north, get lost like the Tribe of Shabazz
Knowledge 120
Breaking compounds down the brolic gun dummy
P!

[Chorus: Rim]
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti

[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Ravaging the booth rapping shit
Savage in pursuit of happiness
I don’t co-sign with some poor thoughts
Of bitch niggas eating collard greens with salt pork
This is the onslaught
The fifth have you rocking on the shit that your son brought
Glad to meet ya
Push your wig back you got alopecia
P!

[Verse 4: Illa Ghee]
Master Illa massacre
Move at any matter it don’t matter
Illa is better than competitor
Your chatterbox get boxed in and brain splattered
Rain [?]
Pain captured in my vein
Cocaine like metaphors
Aim high in plain sight
Poke her on a plane pipe put in your dame
Got a .44 focus on your fame slain the predator
Legendary, I’m every murder inside America

[Chorus: Rim]
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti

[Sample]
Because I am so cool…
Cool…
Cool…
Cool…

Jesus Jones – Right Here, Right Now

A woman on the radio talked about revolution
when it’s already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn’t have this to sing about
you know it feels good to be alive

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history

I saw the decade in, when it seemed
the world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
then there’s your sign of the times

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history

Counting Crows – Mr. Jones

Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la
Mmm
Uh huh

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance the silence down through the morning
Sha la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah

Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of that Spanish dancin’
Pass me a bottle, Mr Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
‘Cause I want to be someone who believes
Yeah

Mr Jones and me
Tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you
Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me
Smilin’ in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely

Well, I’m gonna paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Yeah, well, you know gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr Jones and me
Look into the future
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you
I don’t think so
She’s looking at me
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me
I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
Said I’m never gonna be
Lonely

I wanna be a lion
Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big stars
Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me
‘Cause I don’t believe in anything
And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe
Yeah!

Mr Jones and me
Stumbling through the Barrio
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She’s perfect for you
Man, there’s got to be somebody for me
I wanna be Bob Dylan
Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody love you
Oh! Son, that’s just about as funky as you can be

Mr Jones and me
Starin’ at the video
When I look at the television, I wanna see me
Staring right back at me
We all wanna be big stars
But we don’t know why, and we don’t know how
But when everybody loves me
I’m wanna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr Jones and me
We’re gonna be big stars