Cabbing it uptown
You're moving it uptown
You taxi it uptown uptown
And you're moving it southwest
You're cabbing it uptown
You're moving up »
Cab It Up
The Complete Peel Sessions 1978-2004
by The Fall
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didn't move until you walked out the door
The metro
The bus stops
The market
The disco
Blank CD's
In strip malls
In restaurants
In juice bars »
Stranger
The Heartfelt [Monika]
by Figurine
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Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm »
Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen)
Small Change
by Tom Waits
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And the casting of spells
I can see thin white strips of cotton
And an ol' wide broom
I can see their feelings all wrapped up and muffled
In an emotional room »
African Space Craft
African Space Craft
by Keziah Jones
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waltzing Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open, »
Tom Traubert's Blues
The Asylum Years
by Tom Waits
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of deadbeats blow a last dube
Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride
And we'll be working the strip till after high tide
He's a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit »
Looking for Gabbio
Fieldtrip
by Grim Skunk
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wilderness
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious
Chorus
Paint the scene so you could see, the city's picking up speed
On a bench 14th street, »
Aish Tamid
Shake Off the Dust... Arise
by Matisyahu
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back up his neck he had shores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him, taxi off the turkey with the joint
On him
Flower look his man stood up before him »
Malcolm
Supreme Clientele
by Ghostface Killah
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Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint
On him
Flower look his man stood up before »
Malcolm
Supreme Clientele [Clean]
by Ghostface Killah
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or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin' vagina.
(Come on, come on)
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
Nigga I'm always into somethin'
If I can't »
Ridaz
Thugged Out: The Albulation
by Yukmouth
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space, give it some time
And we put me out on a highway I hitting on mine
Caught a taxi to my crib, roughft up my six
Full throttle to you crib, crying »
Sorry
I Told You So
by Shaunta
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