Suitcase

[JonPorobil]

Suitcase
by Jon Eric

She's got her makeup on
She's got her new dress
She's got her favorite shoes
And her suitcase

She's got her beauty mark
She's got her earrings
She's got a silver watch
And her suitcase

[hummed chorus]

She's got a pill-box hat
She's got a necklace
She doesn't look at you
Suitcase

She's got a broken heart
Stashed in her clutch purse
She's waiting for a cab
Suitcase

[hummed chorus x2]

Suitcase
Suitcase
Suitcase
Suitcase
[fade out]

[Kevin Mellows]

Suitcase
by Kevin Mellows

We've got a suitcase packed with all our clothes
The shirts on our backs and a pair of worn out soles
Today we skip on out of here
Take the train and run away my dear

Grab the brass handle
Remember the code
We’ll top the lid with stickers
While we’re on the road

Say goodbye to all your friends
You might not see again
Sorry dear we can’t be slow
Take my hand, come on let’s go
The train is rolling ‘round the bend

If we travel the road we'll never be rich
Never have a home once we cross that bridge
But a beggar’s life I guess is fine
Given that we’re all on borrowed time

All our baggage in a box
That goes where we go
Let’s travel light and lose that weight
The past is long ago

Promise dear we’ll always be
Flowing where the wind will lead
All we own is in this case
And I don’t know if we’ll be safe
But if I have you that’s all I really need
All I really need
All I really need

[Pigfarmer Jr]

SUITCASE
by P.J.

Pack up all your clothes you gotta trip to make
Learn to shoot a rifle, to kill for freedoms sake
Pack up all your innocence, go to uncle sam
Give him every ounce you got, learn to be a man
Learn to press a button, to drop another bomb
Kill another terrorists or maybe just his mom
If you're real unlucky you'll take a bullet to the head
But even if you make it back you'll still feel dead

Pack your fucking suitcase
Pack your fucking suitcase
pack your fucking suitcase
and die, die, die
for nothing

Listen to that rich man way up on the hill
When he keeps on telling you to kill kill kill
You've got to line the pockets of the corporate elite
They're gonna build in Iraq until the jobs complete
We pay them a billion dollars to pave their roads and streets
To find them drinking water and electricity
So go shoot at the taliban wherever they may hide
Just listeon to that rich man even though he lied

Pack your fucking suitcase
Pack your fucking suitcase
pack your fucking suitcase
and die, die, die
for nothing

They hate us for our freedom, that's what the liars say
So we're gonna drop a bomb, make the killers pay
If you're real unlucky you'll take a bullet to the head
But even if you make it back, you'll still be dead

Pack your fucking suitcase
Pack your fucking suitcase
pack your fucking suitcase
and die, die, die
for nothing

[Holly Furlone]

Suitcase
By Holly Furlone

Come on get up
Roll outta bed
Splash some water on your face
You can't be late
You'll miss the train
Lord only knows when the next one's comin' around
These tracks again

Don't go wastin' all your time
Packin' up that suitcase
It's time to go

With the things that never were yours to claim
In the first place
Ya gotta let 'em go
A just let 'em go

Take that one way ticket to the end of this line
Knowing where it's gonna bring ya ain't no business of mine
That empty suitcase, you know you'll fill it in time...

You're gonna fill it in time
You're gonna fill it in time
You're gonna fill it in time
You're gonna fill it in time
And you'll be just fine
In time
In time
In time
Gonna fill it in time

[glennny]

Suitcase
by Thank Glennny For The Frisbee

I packed my things going to a new place
Hitched a ride with girl driving a mustang

Are you going to go to the coast (I don’t know, no, I don’t know)
Lets go where the wind blows (I guess so, yeah I guess so)
There’s something she don’t know (a secret, yah a secret)
This is the life I chose

Looks like I was in the right place (to meet a girl with a pretty smile)
Amanda Lynne fits in a suitcase (if you cut her into pieces)

There is something to be said for timing..so don’t blink now

We spent a week running down that old road
Stealing gas and ditching po’ po’s

She told me her life woes (she grew up mad and flat broke)
We made each other laugh (we told the corniest jokes )
Still something she don’t know (my secret yah my secret)
This is the end of the road

Thanks for the time
This was fun
I carry you
From now on
From time to time I’ll open up
I hope you know, I owe that to you

[wadewalbrun]

SUITCASE
by Burnzi

I’ve be wandering in a daydream
Seems I can’t walk out the door
We used to drive up to the mountains
and weekend at the shore
that was so long ago (But I got)

One suitcase for when the nights are cold
Another one full of I told you so’s
And one where I keep my dreams of sweet sweet love
A suitcase for rain and one for snow
Another one trying to redeem my soul
I could say I been doing fine, but that’s a lie
since you packed your suitcase and said goodbye

Every night it’s the same old story
Rolling around inside my head
I hold you close, and I kiss your ruby lips
But it’s just pretend
Cause I’m all alone again (with)

One suitcase for when the nights are cold
Another one full of I told you so’s
And one where I keep my dreams of sweet sweet love
A suitcase for rain and one for snow
Another one trying to redeem my soul
I could say I been doing fine, but that’s a lie
since you packed your suitcase and said goodbye

And girl you’ve got to you know
Looking out my window
I’m still hanging on to hope
I’m still hanging on (to)

One suitcase for when the nights are cold
Another one full of I told you so’s
And one where I keep my dreams of sweet sweet love
A suitcase for rain and one for snow
Another one trying to redeem my soul
I could say I been doing fine, but that’s a lie
since you packed your suitcase
since you packed your suitcase
since you packed your suitcase
and said goodbye

[Toby Roktot]

Suitcase
toby roktot
v.1 pulling my suitcase from under the bed, memories flowing in my head,
I don't have to say 'the word', I think of her.
it was crazy love at best, me and that beautiful mess,
concupiscent love, to be sure.
she rang me up one day, said she'd like to change the way,
our boudoir de amore was performed.
i thought the sex was fine, asked what'd you have in mind?
she said, "tonight will be different than the norm..."

ch. she was decked out head to toe, like a female Rambo
whips and chains and whipped cream in a bowl.
she tied me to the bed, then she said,
"suitcase is the safe word you need to know."
she smacked me on the ass with a whip of fur and brass,
I wasn't going to let her see me cry.
she grabbed a hot poker from the fireplace, I screamed "SUITCASE!!"
I'm not a fifty shades kind of guy...

v.2 she cut loose the twine, my face incarnadine,
I told her I'm not into this kinda stuff.
we tried a regular date once or twice, she tried to be so nice.
but, I knew she really wanted and needed it rough...

ch.

[Heine]

(Suitcase SF!, - SoFa Productions Inc. - Son & Father)


They want to catch me, but I am gone,
just want to snatch me, but I'm excited for what's to come.
Night covers the day, I am far away.
Still not too tired playing hide and seek - just go and stray.

I've been on a chase for 3 days.
Now, living out of my suitcase, trying to make it somehow.
The NSA read my email that day.
Now, they're trying to find me, trying to take me away.

They must have got me totally wrong
when they read the lyrics of my new… fabulous song.
Guess I'm public enemy number one.
Well, it's a fight, but just a very simple… SongFight! song.

I've been on a chase - for 3 days.
Now, living out of my suitcase, trying to make it somehow.
The NSA read my email that day.
Now, they're trying to find me, trying to take me away.

They want me for what I don't know.
And this could be my final show.
They want me for what I don't know.
I guess this is my final show.

[noma]

Nick Soma - Suitcase
Part I of the Celina Flanaghan Tetralogy

Poor Celina Flanaghan,
Victim of her curiosity.
While walking in the forest, she saw
Some mysterious cavity,
There in the forest ground,
And as she stumbled, she slipped away.

There, underneath the hole she fell through,
Some criminal organization
Had set up their lair.
There was no time for running,
As immediately some dude held her tight
And tied her to a chair.

Pointing to a suitcase, full of anger
The boss was shouting at her, this is what he said:
"That's not the suitcase that I meant, for
Lucifer's sake! That was not the one I sent for, no!
Where is that suitcase, where, tell me where?
Where is that suitcase, where?"

Celina didn't know exactly what he talked about,
She couldn't answer, it left him mad.
He took a feather from the suitcase,
Removed her socks and shoes and started tickling
Poor Celina's feet.

"That's not the suitcase that I meant, for
Lucifer's sake! That was not the one I sent for, no!
We got methods of making you talk!
Itchin' powder, sneezin' powder, right there in the suitcase!
So tell me, where's that suitcase that I mean?
Where, tell me where?"

After hours full of tickling, poor Celina did surrender.
"Alright, alright, I'm gonna show
You the exact location,
Your final destination,
A suitcase that I don't even know."

Back on the surface where they led her,
Celina started running, as fast as she could.
Lucky Celina, she managed to escape,
And delving in revenge plans, she really felt quite good.

That's not the suitcase that I meant, for
Lucifer's sake! That was not the one I sent for, no!
So where is that suitcase, where, tell me where?
Where is that suitcase, where?
Tell me where...
Tell me where...

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NOTE: This is the first part of the "Celina Flanaghan Tetralogy", a four-part story with each part having to fit its respective Song Fight title. The story will get more and more absurd with each part (at least, that was the plan, if you can call it that). It's a really stupid idea I had a few days ago. I think I'll go through with that thing for the next three fights, though I'm not yet entirely sure. I'm already excited for your criticism. Go ahead, be evil.

[johndisk0]

-=VERSE 1=-
Accept the assignment. Unplug the headphones.
Toss the message disc right out the window.
It explodes. Ain't no trace left.
Stretch, open the shades and get dressed.

Using crest to make my breath fresh.
Bulletproof vest underneath my threads.
Versace suit; bazooka boots.
Bowl of Fruit Loops in my balanced breakfast.

Put on my Ray Bans, this mission is hard mode.
Back of my hand identifying barcode.
Pick out my watch, the buttons more than props.
Move a clock to the left and watch a box unlock.

Flip the switch inside and hear a click behind the seat.
It spins to reveal my sexy stash of hidden heat.
Pick my favorite steel. Feel it smooth and light and real.
Don't need a mirror to know that I'm elite.

Flip the switch again it closes, seal and brace'd.
Check the wall clock and leave the place without a trace.
Hit the parking spot, my blue Ferrari in the space.
Onto the other seat, I toss my suitcase.

-=VERSE 2=-
3D winshield map to point the way trip.
Enhanced GPS in my getaway whip.
A blip on my screen shows an imminent stranger.
Then, my speakers scream, "DANGER! DANGER!"

The car is on its side after rolling double-over.
Hit on the right by an armored range rover.
Owner comes over holding motor powered steel.
My bazooka boots blow out the windshield.

On the street leave the gats in the glass, broken shards.
He pops 2 caps to my chest. I fall hard.
Suits a mess but the vest vest saved my life (he don't know that).
So, I wait for him to check as I'm lying on my back.

Dropped his gat as I tripped him. Element of surprise.
Kick him hard. Watch him drop 50% of his life.
Adjust my specs. Ditch the vest. Cover up the bullet holes.
Grabbed the case from the face of the broken dashboard.

What makes a thieving ring break into a shoot chase?
A new face, tube of mace, a head of state's blue lace?
Shoelaces tied, ready for a foot race.
Grip the handle tight of my secret suitcase.

-=VERSE 3=-
A bunch of faceless suits step out from the shadows
lead by a lady look'd like Peach from Super Mario.
Setting the stage: showdown in the Barrio.
The button on my watch blows up my Ferrari, yo.

I'm running! I can keep a six minute mile
breathing in through my nose and out through the mouth.

And I'm ducking! Dodging shots and punches with style.
Never missing a turn. Never losing my smile.

And I'm learning! Passing by the same building twice
trying to find a way in that isn't covered in lights.

And I'm shoving my shoulder into the place.
Lost all the bad guys. Still have my suitcase.

-=VERSE 4=-
Empty room. A table. One light
and a note that reads, "put it here. Don't look inside."
Follow the sides with my eyes and I'm hoping
I got the skills to get the suitcase open.

I find a knob and turn it to the proper dialation.
Thumbprint identification.
Scan the barcode on the back of my hand.
Wipe the sweat off my tan. It goes according to plan, man.

Flip the switch. Pop open the thing.
My vision is filled with streaming light beams.
This race took me to a place that few make
and now I know whats inside my suitcase.