181
Goin' down [Melanie C]

How come I didn't see, you were making fun of me.
How dare you change the rules, you made me look a fool.
Well, now your gotta see, the last laugh is not on on me.
What am I gonna do to get my revenge on you.

You're Goin' Down. Goin' Down.

Was it just another lie or did I did I just breathe a sigh.
What else can I do, I was so into you.
With all this bad luck I've had, my karma must be bad.
You're played your little games, oh what a shame.

You're Goin' Down. Goin' Down. Goin' Down.

I am singing it loud, and I don't care.
I am singing it proud, everywhere.
I feel no remorse, my life is back on course.
From this little hitch, I have become a superbitch.
But don't be afraid by that confession I made.
I am not a whore, I have gone hardcore.

You're Goin' Down. Goin' Down. Goin' Down. Goin' Down.

I am singing it loud, and I don't care.
I am singing it proud, everywhere.
I am singing it loud, and I don't care.
I am singing it proud, everywhere.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

You're Goin' Down. Goin' Down. Goin' Down. Goin' Down.


182
When you're gone [Bryan Adams & Melanie C]

I've been wandering around the house all night
Wondering what the hell to do
I'm trying to concentrate but all I can think of is you
Well the phone don't ring cuz my friends ain't home
I'm tired of being all alone
Got the TV on cuz the radio's playing songs that remind me of you

CHORUS:
Baby when you're gone
I realize I'm in love
The days go on and on
And the nights just seem so long
Even food don't taste that good
Drink ain't doing what it should
Things just feel so wrong
Baby when you're gone

I've been driving up and down these streets
Trying to find somewhere to go
Yea, I'm lookin' for a familiar face but there's no one i know
this is torture, this is pain
It feels like I'm gonna go insane
I hope you're coming back real soon, cuz I don't know what to do

REPEAT CHORUS


183
Barbers adagio for strings [William Ørbit]

Instrumental


184
I turn to you [Melanie C]

When the world is darker than I can understand.
When nothing turns out the way I planned.
When the sky turns grey and there's no end in sight.
When I can't sleep through the lonely night.

I turn to you, like a flower leaning toward the sun.
I turn to you, 'cos you're the only one.
Who can turn me around when I'm upside down.
I turn to you.

When my insides are wracked with anxiety.
You have the touch that will quiet me.
You lift my spirit. You melt the ice.
When I need inspiration, when I need advice.

I turn to you, like a flower leaning toward the sun.
I turn to you, 'cos you're the only one.
Who can turn me around when I'm upside down.
I turn to you.

Where would I be? What would I do?
If you'd never helped me through.
I hope someday if you've lost your way.
You could turn to me like I turn to you.

I turn to you, like a flower leaning toward the sun.
I turn to you, 'cos you're the only one.
Who can turn me around when I'm upside down.
I turn to you.
I turn to you, when fear tells me to turn around.
I turn to you, 'cos you're the only one.
Who can turn me around when I'm upside down.
I turn to you. I turn to you.


185
It feels so good [Sonique]

You always make me smile
When I'm feeling down
You give me such a vibe
It's totally bona fide

It's not the way you walk
And it ain't the way you talk
It ain't the job you got
That keeps me satisfied

CHORUS:
Your love, it feels so good
And that's what takes me high
Higher than before
Your love, it keeps me alive
Thought I should let you know
That your touching means so much
When I'm alone, I'm not
It's you that always makes me laugh

Oh, oh baby

Ooooohh, to understand
How I feel deep inside
Oh oh, you make me feel
All I need to feel
Yes, In my heart

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Oh, oh baby

(REPEAT CHORUS)


186
Stan [Eminem]

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan. This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside the concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you for four hours and you just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; [screaming] Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
[car tires squeal] [CRASH] [splash]

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was... it was you
Damn!


187
Boss Of Me [They Might Be Giants]

Yes. No. Maybe. I Don't Know.
Can You Repeat The Question?

You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
And you're not so big

Life isn't fair, and so I stare
At the stain on the wall where
The TV'd been, but ever since
We moved in it's been empty

Why I, Why I'm in this room
There is no point explaining

You're not the boss of me now
And you're not so big

Life is a test, and I confess
I like this mess I've made so far
Grade on a curve, and you'll observe
I'm right below the horizon

Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know
Can you repeat the question?

Life isn't fair


188
F.E.A.R [Ian Brown]

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R.

Final eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reap

Fantastic expectations. Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear

F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
[Repeat]
You got the fear
[Repeat]


189
That day [Natalie Imbruglia]

Well that day, that day. What a mess, what a marvel
I walked into that cloud again and I lost myself
And I'm sad, sad, sad, small, alone, scared
Craving purity, a fragile mind, and a gentle spirit

That day, that day. What a marvellous mess
Well this is all that I can do, I'm done, to be me
Sad, scared, small, alone, beautiful
It's supposed to be like this. I accept everything, it's supposed to be like this

That day, that day. I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness, scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light
And it's all that I see
And I'm tired and I'm right, and I'm wrong and it's beautiful

That day, that day. What a mess, what a marvel
We're all the same and no one thinks so
And it's OK, and I'm small and I'm divine, and it's beautiful
And it's coming, and it's already here, and it's absolutely perfect

Well that day, that day. When everything was a mess
And everything was in place, and there's too much hurt, sad, small, scared, alone.
And everyone's a cynic
And it's hard and it's sweet. But it's supposed to be like this

Well that day, that day. When I sat in the sun
And I thought and I cried 'cos I'm sad, scared, small, alone, strong
And I'm nothing and I'm true. Only a brave man can break through
And it's all OK, yeah it's OK

That day, that day. I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness, scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light
And it's all that I see
And I'm tired and I'm right, and I'm wrong and it's beautiful

Well that day, that day. What a mess, what a marvellous mess
We're all the same but no one thinks so
And it's OK, and I'm small and I'm divine and it's beautiful
And it's coming and it's already here, and it's absolutely perfect

(Oh oh, ah ha)
That day, that day
(Mmm) That day, that day

Well that day, that day. When I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness, scared, small, climbing, crawling towards the light
And it's all that I see
And I'm tired and I'm right, and I'm wrong and it's beautiful

That day, that day. What a mess, what a marvellous mess
We're all the same but no one thinks so
And it's OK, and I'm small and I'm divine and it's beautiful
And it's coming and it's already here, and it's absolutely perfect

That day, that day
That day, that day
That day, that day
That day, that day

So sweet, can you feel it? (Mmm)
Are you here, are you with me
I can feel it, and it's beautiful
That day, that day
That day, absolutely perfect


190
Addicted to bass [Puretone]

Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It's filling up my mind

I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
There's nothing in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness, I'm totally addicted to bass

(Woa-wha-o)
(Woa-wha-o)

There's nothing I can do to be cool
I don't sleep till I've had my fuel
It frustrates if I am deprived
A hunger that grates from deep inside
I feel like I'm doing time
Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
In my mind I must overcome the need to define
The solitary silence of a faceless crime
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face
They're picking up my problem, I'm totally addicted to bass

(Woa-wha-o)
Your bassline is shooting up my spine (Woa-wha-o)
Your bassline has got me feeling fine. It's filling up my mind

Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong
Everybody's groovin' to their own song
Down at the scene below
There's something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Rhythm's running over me to wash away my fears
The backbeat of humanity sweetens my tears
There's something that's connected us down throughout the years
No need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass

(Woa-wha-o)
(Woa-wha-o)
(Woa-wha-o)
Your bassline is shooting up my spine. Your bassline
Your bassline has got me feeling fine. It's filling up my mind
Your bassline is shooting up my spine. (Woa-wha-o)
Your bassline has got me feeling fine. It's filling up my mind
Your bassline is shooting up my spine. (Woa-wha-o)
Your bassline has got me feeling fine. It's filling up my mind
Your bassline is shooting up my spine. Your bassline