it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to spiel it
Let me off uptown
Rib joints, juke joints, hep joints
Where could a fella go to top it
If you »
Let Me off Uptown
Dynamic!
by Dakota Staton
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you've got to shout is
Let me off uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel
Then it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to spiel it
Let me off uptown »
Let Me Off Uptown
Songs of New York
by Mel Tormé
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to shout is
Let me off uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel
Then it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to spiel it
Let me off uptown
Rib joints, »
Let Me Off Uptown
Drummer Man
by Anita O'Day
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you've got to shout is
Let me off uptown
If it's rhythm that you feel
Then it's nothing to conceal
Oh, you've got to spiel it
Let me off uptown »
Let Me Off Uptown
Big City Rhythms
by The Maynard Ferguson Big Band
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ideas, make your mind up
In a jiffy, let's be fair
We'd all be taken off tonight
Turn off your eyes and shut the light
Oh, you're the most, you're so »
Mr. Soft
The Psychomodo
by Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
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and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old »
Furry Sings the Blues
Hejira
by Joni Mitchell
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tells me she's really gone off me
I say gone off me' hey you don't know me
She said exactly so don't phone me
I said you haven't even given this »
Trying Too Hard
Ordinary Man
by Day One
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to one (to one)
X amount of dollars for my head
Should I say "commodity"
Help me get madonna off my bed
She's just to drunk to sing
Management's »
Sophomore Jinx
Subliminal Plastic Motives
by Self
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wise
the day he got caught in that old bottom line.
Stanley Crock was a salesman,
and his spiel never failed him.
Stanley pictured himself filthy »
The Bottom Line
As One
by Laura Caviani
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Yeah so, since I was 10 tears older then her (heh-yeah)
She tried to give me that "Coming to America" spiel, y'knahmsayin like
"Some guys, put in »
Overtime
All 6's and 7's
by Tech N9ne
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and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood
And drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential »
A John Prine Christmas
John Prine Christmas
by John Prine
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mother made up for a son
You see, dad was a traveling preacher
Teaching the words of the teacher
Mother had sworn he went off to the war
And died »
Deathbed
Five Score and Seven Years Ago
by Relient K
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off to the war
And died there with honor
Somewhere on a beach there
But he left once to never return
Which taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever »
Deathbed
Five Score and Seven Years Ago [CD/DVD]
by Relient K
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captors
Hear the laughter of the Czars in the dark like Nabokow
Rebellion KOU d'Etat - shit is raw - cut they heads off
Those who were lost floss now »
Tabula Rasa
Rhymes Galore
by Mellowbag
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of the charts
we set it off strike target headed straight for your heart
mark my words we got soldiers marching in herds
who saw the murder my condolence »
Tabula Rasa Pt. 2
Esperanto
by Tommy W.
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