Not the Doctor

Not the Doctor - Alanis Morrisette




I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it's wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor

Open Mind

Open Mind - Blackfield



Here's a song from an open mind,I give it to you because I can.
And if you're thinking that it's not that kind,
It's cause my mood swings make me feel ashamed.

It can pass the time

A girl with eyes that see a hundred years
Half remembered, this is my dream.
Spinning out from where the hole appears
I've never seen her but I've got photographs

It can blow your mind

An idea falls from a porcelain sky, It won't make you rich and it won't make you high...

Out of the, Out of the void it comes
From an open mind
Out of the, Out of the void it comes
It comes from my mind

All The Girls Love Alice

All The Girls Love Alice - Elton John



Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues

Reality it seems was just a dream
She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen
And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice it's my turn today

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me
Wait till my husband's away

Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart
It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part
Getting your kicks in another girl's bed
And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead

And who could you call your friends down in Soho
One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go
And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo
And hey, hey, hey, oh don't you know...

Slave

Slave (don't wanna be your) Michee mee + Esthero




Do it and do it and do it and do it and do it
Don't wanna be your slave

And i'm not gon' cry “victim!”
and i'm not gon' blame the system

In life the thing to do
Nothing gained, nothing tried
Very few even try
Most just wanna get high
From the cradle to the grave
Don't wanna be your slave
And i'm not gonna
Take it how you wanna
Love me or hate me
Support me or snake me
Either way i show love
Let it make me or break me
I'm the queen of self-esteem
No sweat …
Just set the scene …
Like how you mean
Straight up when the message …
Ain't no puppet on a string
Like them hoes suckin on your thing
Overworked and under payed for days, Behave
I'm not gonna be your slave

Do it and do it and do it and do it and do it
Don't wanna be your slave
And i'm not gon' cry “Victim!”
And i'm not gon' blame the system

Holdin on tight, don't let go
Don't want much, just want more
Speakin for my people
Scream it hardcore
Livin in the ghetto
Sleepin on the floor
Watch'you thought, i wasn't gonna rise?
Do my thing, get my piece of the pie?
If you’re holding your breath for great god in the sky
Ya best live your life koz you're just waitin' to die
People still takin life for a joke
Can't see the fire but you blow a lotta smoke
If you didn't get it, you got what you deserve
Just like that, bless my word
Every day i wake up
Schemin' on the come-up
No day dreamin'
Gots to stay one-up
How you gon' sit back and wait on the wealth?
Ya gotta go get it motivate yourself
If not, you're only perpetratin yourself
And at the end of the day, you only hate yourself
If you know me, you know my motto: Takin charge
You got what it takes to make it, make it large.

Everybody got a problem
But of course, the world got a problem
And it's yours
That's why i wrote this rhyme
You can quote this line
Coz i focus line
Livin in some hopeless times, or so it seems
Never let go of your dreams
N'a mean?
just do whatcha got to do.

Thorns of Crimson Death

Thorns of Crimson Death - Dissection



See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time
A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined
Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the
fallen ones
But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle sons

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Once forged in blood by tragedy
Sharp were the thorns of crimson death

Through the air again our voices whisper
and awake are now your eyes
For too long closed in slumber - but death didn't prove our
demise
By ages so dark we've been sculptured
as fragments of story and tales
As we haunt we are endlessly captured
and shrouded in the wind that here wails

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Forged in blood by tragedy
Dark were the thorns of crimson death

By ages so dark we've been sculptured
as fragments of story and tales
By the place that we haunt we are captured - Against
eternity we can prevail

Hear the choirs
Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
Forged in blood by tragedy
Dark were the thorns of crimson death