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Conventional Lover by Speck

September 14th, 2008

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Speck



Working as Intended



Pop Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Who left you hanging on that peg all alone?
You look near mint to me babe and I wanna make you my own
I wanna be your captain, my Pon Farr is a-risin’
So step on over here girl, my love is enterprisin’

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don’t mean to boast, I don’t mean to brag (ooh love long and prosper)
But I’m a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I’ll give you my heart, I’ll treat you nice (ooh love long and prosper)
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice

They’re polyhedral!

Let’s hit the dealer’s room and get you something fine
That collectors bust of Cthulhu reminds me of how you blow my mind
Now let me take you dancing in my best Starfleet dress uniform
You’ll want to tap my mana once you’ve seen me perform

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don’t mean to boast, I don’t mean to brag (ooh love long and prosper)
But I’m a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I’ll give you my heart, I’ll treat you nice (ooh love long and prosper)
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice

Uh oh
Saving throw!

And when we get to mating, I’ll always treat you kind
I’ll never bend you too far back or ever crease your spine
But there’s one thing I won’t promise, there’s one thing I won’t do
Can’t leave you in the box babe, this collector is coming through

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don’t mean to boast, I don’t mean to brag (ooh love long and prosper)
But I’m a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I’ll give you my heart, I’ll treat you nice (ooh love long and prosper)
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I’ll give you my heart, I’ll treat you fine
And I’ll make sweet love to you while we’re watching Deep Space Nine

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Feel the Pain by Dinosaur Jr.

September 14th, 2008

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Dinosaur Jr.



Without a Sound



Alternative


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing
I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing

I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing
I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing

Is it up to me?
You won’t wait to see
Screwed us both again
About as close as you dare

I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing
I feel the pain of everyone
Then I feel nothing

Is it up to me?
You won’t wait to see
Screwed us yet again
About as close as you dare
Hey now, take it back
Get off me, you’re sad
Trailin’ on your scene
Just try and keep it clean

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Pump It Up by Elvis Costello

September 14th, 2008

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Elvis Costello



This Year’s Model



Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’ve been on tenterhooks
Ending in dirty looks
Listen to the Muzak
Thinking ’bout this ‘n’ that
She said that’s that
I don’t wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat

Pump it up
When you don’t really need it
Pump it up
Until you can feel it

Down in the pleasure center
Hell bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda
Listen to the latest slander
There’s nothing underhand
That she wouldn’t understand

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don’t even need it

She’s been a bad girl
She’s like a chemical
Though you try to stop it
She’s like a narcotic
You wanna torture her
You wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her
Putting up your temperature

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don’t really need it

Out in the fashion show
down in the bargain bin
you put your passion out
under the pressure pin
Fall into submission
hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing
Now for any other sin

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don’t really need it

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don’t really need it

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don’t really need it

Don’t really need it
Don’t really need it
Don’t really need it

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Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

September 14th, 2008

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Talking Heads



Talking Heads: 77



New Wave


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oooh
Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh
Ai yai yai oh

You start a conversation you can’t even finish
You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oooh
Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh
Ai yai yai yai

Ce que j’ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu’elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire, ok
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they’re not polite

Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oooh
Psycho killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh
Ai yai yai yai

Oh oh oh oh

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Kids In America by The Muffs

September 14th, 2008

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The Muffs



Clueless: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack



Pop Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town

Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing

We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you’ll be saying “never mind”
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts don’t make a new story
Kind hearts don’t grab any glory

We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Nanana nananana
Nanana nanana, say!
Nanana nananana
Nanana nanana

Come closer, honey that’s better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go baby

New York to east California
There’s a new wave coming, I warn ya

We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
We’re the kids in America, wo-oh
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Nanana nananana
Nanana nanana, say!
Nanana nananana
Nanana nanana

We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America

We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America

We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America

We’re the kids
We’re the kids…

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Welcome to the Neighborhood by Libyans

September 14th, 2008

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Libyans



Welcome to the Neighborhood 7



Punk


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Haunted these same streets for years
Left home last fall and now I find
That I don’t recognize this block

Outsource the culture and the style
Pour the wealth in from the outside

So welcome to the neighborhood
No, no, no, our place is here
They’ll push us out, redraw the lines
No, no, no

Look back to the spring of ’85
We’ll build this up, then step aside
‘Cause we don’t fit in with the new crowd

Each year a little harder to get by
Each year a little harder to get by

So welcome to the neighborhood
No, no, no, our place is here
They’ll push us out, redraw the lines
No, no, no

So welcome to the neighborhood
No, no, no, our place is here
They’ll push us out, redraw the lines
No, no, no

So welcome to the neighborhood
No, our place is here
They’ll push us out, redraw the lines
No, no, no

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Bad Reputation by Joan Jett

September 14th, 2008

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Joan Jett



Joan Jett



Punk


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation
You’re living in the past it’s a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and thats
What I’m gonna do
An I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation

Oh no not me

An I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An I’m only doin’ good
When I’m havin’ fun
An I don’t have to please no one
An I don’t give a damn
’bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don’t give a damn
’bout my reputation
I’ve never been afraid of any deviation
And I don’t really care
If ya think I’m strange
I ain’t gonna change
An I’m never gonna care
’bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

Pedal boys!

An I don’t give a damn
’bout my reputation
The world’s in trouble
There’s no communication
And everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
’bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don’t give a damn ’bout my bad reputation
You’re living in the past
It’s a new generation
And I only feel good
When I got no pain
And thats how I’m gonna stay
And I don’t give a damn
’bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me

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Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum

September 14th, 2008

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Norman Greenbaum



Spirit in the Sky



Classic Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky

Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best

Prepare yourself, you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky

Going to recommend you to the spirit in the sky
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best

Never been a sinner, I never sin
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with the spirit in the sky
Oh, set me up with the spirit in the sky

Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Go to the place that’s the best

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Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac

September 14th, 2008

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Fleetwood Mac



Rumours



Classic Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Lovin’ you…Isn’t the right thing to do
How can I ever change things …That I feel

If I could … Maybe I’d give you my world
How can I … When you won’t take it from me

Chorus:
You can go your own way Go your own way
You can call it … Another lonely day
You can go your own way Go your own way

Tell me why … Everything turned around
Packing up … Shackin’ up’s all you wanna do

If I could … Baby I’d give you my world
Open up … Everything’s waiting for you

Chorus
(Instrumental solo)

Chorus
(Instrumental solo)

You can go your own way
You can call it another lonely day
You can go your own way(fade out)

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Give It Away by Red Hot Chili Peppers

September 14th, 2008

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Red Hot Chili Peppers



Blood Sugar Sex Magik



Alternative


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide wisely you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a king pin or a pauper

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me cant you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Ooh… ooh yeah
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I cant tell if I’m a king pin or a pauper

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice lone chug-a-lug me

Theres a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm wont let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a king pin or a pauper

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide wisely you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now

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