Lirik Lagu Fuel - Ani Difranco
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
They were digging a new foundation in ManhattanAnd they discovered a slave cemetery thereMay their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned uponAnd we've moved on to the electric chairAnd I wonder who's gonna be presidentTweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber?And who's gonna have the bigBlockbuster box officeThis summerHow 'bout we put up a wallBetween the houses and the highwayAnd then you can go your wayAnd I can go my wayExcept all the radios agree with all the TV'sAnd all the magazines agree with all the radiosAnd I keep hearing that same damn songEverywhere I goMaybe I should put a bucket over my headAnd a marshmallow in each earAnd stumble around for another dumb numb weekFor another hum drum hit song to appearPeople used to make recordsAs in a record of an eventThe event of peoplePlaying music in a roomNow everything is cross-marketingIt's about sunglasses and shoesOr guns or drugsYou chooseWe got it rehashedWe got it half-assedWe're digging up all the gravesAnd we're spitting on the pastAnd we can choose between the colorsOf the lipstick on the whoresCuz we know the differenceBetween the font of twenty percent moreAnd the font of teriyakiYou tell meHow does that make you feel?You tell me what's realThey say that alcoholics are always alcoholicsEven when they're dry as my lips for yearsEven when they're stranded on a small desert islandWith no place in two thousand miles to buy beerAnd I wonder is he differentIs he differentHas he changedWhat he's aboutOr is he just a liarWith nothing to lie aboutAm I headed for the same brick wallIs there anything I can doAbout anything at allExcept go back to that corner in ManhattanAnd dig deeperDig deeper this timeDown beneath the impossible pain of our historyBeneath unknown bonesBeneath the bedrock of the mysteryBeneath the sewage system and the path trainBeneath the cobblestones and the water mainBeneath the traffic of friendships and street dealsBeneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheelsBeneath everything I can think of to think aboutBeneath it allBeneath all get outBeneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruelThere's a fire that's just waiting for fuel
