Me and the ONE were at my cave reaching into our deep and diverse taste of music. We were watching a special on Nirvana...Yes I said Niverna...And Yes I'm a man of color...Get outside the box a little...If Billy from "Suburbia" can crews down Shady Grove with some Nelly in the disc changer, I can sit at home with some "groovy" tunes of Kurt Cobain (R.I.P). Any way, we were trying to figure out what the hell was he saying in the hook of SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT LYRICS...So here it goes;
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT LYRICS
NIRVANA
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea
But I couldn't stop there...I had to dig a little deeper...And ask the age old question of WTF was Tracy Chapman saying or smoking while the recording of Fast Car...So once again...here it goes;
FAST CAR
Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
Now if somebody can Translate Tracy to me I'll will be so gracious. So if one of you deep individuals can bless me with some of your words of deepness I will greatly appreciate of it...I'll keep you posted
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Tracy is a Saturday Night Live "Pat". You know that!
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