The Daily Grind Little Comets

Tears on the abdomen Of a woman but it's ok For she has a baby Flexibly skiving with Benefits driving the Daily Mail says it's a holiday We always seem to denigrate Ourselves again at the point of being

Daily Grind Little Feat

Movin' round the grand design Gettin' stranger every day Knowin' that our time will come And it might not be so far away Wonderin' where to draw the line Believin' that the water just might turn to wine

Comets Fanfarlo

Look up, open the clouds Here comes the bombshell On the way home… And now we want the coal?

Comets Charlie Simpson

Am I a terrible lie, just a southern mess Am I the signature you'll forge on the birthday cards that I'll forget to send can we please just not pretend that all my thoughtlessness had purpose do you think

Comets Cocoon

By the meeting of the roads I just fell to my knees When I knew I had to make a choice It's a shame you said That I may never know How far I can sometimes go How far I can sometimes go Refrain

Comets Piano Magic

and I say "Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself" Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines With just one kiss I want to tell you but it takes all night You just can't wait for the

The Daily Grind No Use For A Name

Another morning and I'm awake The same old thing on a different day I want to drive but my tank is dry But the ground is wet with rain Greedy people are pushing me Needy people in misery It's a push &

Little Italy Little Comets

Left wing But you take flicks of brown hair I keep that seaking me Catch in the language of social mobility But I don't seem to mind The between people and time It's enemy telling me the Are circling in

Little Italy (Acoustic) Little Comets

Left wing, savoir faire Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair Like an elegy, soaking me Drenched in the language of social mobility But I don’t seem to mind The gruesome link between People and time It’s

The Blur, The Line & The Thickest Of Onions Little Comets

Feel good for a minute then implode As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire Depose your vernacular, argot Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go ?

The Assisted Little Comets

Maybe my hands won't shake Faces I don't recall Each of these finer points Lost on the whitewashed walls But at least it gets to be a choice Look at me closely you can see Just how broken a man can be

The Blur, The Line And The Thickest Of Onions Little Comets

Feel good for a minute then implode As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire Depose your vernacular, argot Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go It’s a question of rust

The Gift Of Sound Little Comets

Words that fall from stature Do not enrapture Chin feels like a chisel Lost its fizzle So hold me like a stranger Absolve my danger It's the similarities That bring me down Given the gift of sound Given

Ex-Cathedra Little Comets

Shake the windows and the doors Put ex cathedra on the floor because there's a part of this That I don't think you're ever Really going to understand Eat your hate and burn deceit Give fallibility your

Coalition Of One Little Comets

Food banks spring open Like jaws dropping in time The weight of man is measured By the depths of a carrier bag I’m frozen for ages The same faces the same scars It’s a shame all our sages Are rotten to

Wherewithal Little Comets

Picture me enchained like a memory And I won't waste, I won't waste Figure you'd be safe, calling the police They won't wait, they won't wait up Shaking like a leaf, as a simile Doesn't begin to describe

Effetism Little Comets

Effete, makeweight Nobody cares about you On your birth date Wake up pretend you've Beaten sleep I guest you've finally Made it to the back teeth Effete to weigh less Maillot jaune scars But now you're

Early Retirement Little Comets

Fortunately I have got Enough to realise that This is growing old The promises you sew are Shallow footsteps in the snow That you cover up Sumptuously I have seen The centuries in his eyes Now I’m growing

B & B Little Comets

I codify next week there's a new born tax Not married so I can't relax Honest so I don't react, yet Silence has kissed my back Licked fickle by the bedroom pact A rumour never moves with tact, no A heart

Cover Your Rain Little Comets

You change the covers And I'll make a will Punish me rotten For the way I feel Woe betide me and you And anybody who's Got a lot to lose Cover your rain Cover your rain up Maybe I will live in fields Paint

My Boy William Little Comets

Cut all the pages from a magazine I must preserve the right to dream of my boy William Power to the unions Cannot save my soul I've lost my faith in rock and roll tell it to my boy William When you reach

Salt (Acoustic) Little Comets

Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I'm a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Suffering a cut

Salt Little Comets

Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I'm a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Suffering a cut

Formula Little Comets

Wakeful aching early mornings Prise the desperation from your hands Leaning out of bedroom windows Books and hooks we steal from last night's bands Take a girl's name for the chorus Repetition and repetition

Don't Fool Yourself Little Comets

Every notionEach declined emotionWill give you up in timeEach dependentIs a tiled addendumTo your outspoken armsDon't fool yourselfYou're clever but ohDon't fool yourselfYou're special but ohDon't ...

Little Runaway Benson Boone

Little runaway, the world’s never easy You’re so good at being down on yourself And the fog makes it harder to see me You don’t know where to reach out for help Oh you’re gold But you don’t even know it

The Grind Erykah Badu

Steady on the grind Stead on the grind 'Cause I got to make it happen My family depending on me Steady on the grind Steady on the grind 'Cause I got to make it happen Ain't nobody gone do it for me Ha

Man Alive Funeral For A Friend

I've got a bone to pick with this So come on just say it Well if there's a reason to be believed Then no one is telling The pain that it caused Deeper than any wound can make Man alive but feeling dead

Motown Never Sounded So Good Less Than Jake

Ive wasted my time with this daily grind In single file lines, is this real life?

I hate Monday Ambience Studio

Sunday’s fading fast, the night begins to fall, Tomorrow’s creeping in, I can hear the wake-up call.

Cest La Vie Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind

C'est La Vie Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind

C'est La Vie Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind

C'est La Vie (Red Version) Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind But

C'est La Vie (Blue Version) Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind But

C'est La Vie (Green Version) Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind But life

Time Off From Good Behavior Doug Supernaw

"We've been working real hard and the bills are caught up For three weeks at church we've been sitting up front Even had your Mamma over for lunch We've been good little angles but enough's enough It's

Daily News Tom Paxton

I read it in the Daily News Ban the bombers are afraid of a fight Peace hurts business and that ain't right How do I know?

Up The Junction Manfred Mann

Days begun and people rush Off to work by 410 bus Open eyes and open minds Conditioned to the daily grind Up the Junction x2 Days begun and people rush Off to work by 410 bus Through the factory gates

Crimson Reflections (Feat. AI Udio) Fera Hominum

The evening sky, the sun is sinking low Crimson hues wrap me in their glow Leaving all the day’s fatigue behind I gaze up at the endless sky, so kind In the grind of daily life This moment brings me peace

C`est La Vie Shania Twain

Can\'t drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind

lowercase Unknown Caller

You got me caught up in your daily grind (alright) I like you better when you’re not online (sometimes) I’m lowkey on a Saturday You’re out of town, expensive taste You spell your name in lowercase When

It's All Gone Quiet The Week That Was

The buzzing of the house has disappeared The glow is dimmed and contact's lost Voices, faces who were here The corner of the room was on and Nothing else was needed No one else required Nothing happens

On The Grind Cassidy

Yeah Cassidy, yeah Uh, I'm out here on the grind I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name They act a little funny and they talk a little

Watching For Comets Skillet

You burn so bright, I see stars The way that you laugh, it's like a heavenly choir You made me feel invincible When you're with me, I can take on the world You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets

The National Health Maxïmo Park

England is ill and it is not alone I heard it through the tinny speakers on a cameraphone The things you hear and the things you see Are amplified into a ca ca cacophony The lost identity in my dream before

Deathface Some Girls

filth at bus stops Under a moon and a veil Skin splinters out of its jail Where worship deceases its crud Dead dogs under tires and mud Sunday morning I'm going to lie Sunday morning sorrow will die Comets

Cowboy Coffee The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

To put up with the output I don't think about it, Hold on and hold out or I'd be left out without it Things better get better I gotta get Thing's should get good but they haven't yet While these things

C’est La Vie Shania Twain

Can't drag my butt outta bed Somebody stop me--I need another coffee Like a hole in my head When everyday begins this way Gets you down and can drive you mad The daily grind can freak your mind

Jet Blur

Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are