Mister D. J.

Mister DJ won't you please play me a song?. Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home. With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind.

Midnight Train

Midnight train, roll on. Midnight train, roll on. . Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'. Take this stranger on to Santa Fe. It seems like romance and danger.

Midnight Wind

He blew in town at midnight. And he didn't mean to stay. And then he found her. Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe. . And the way he smiled and carried on.

Metronome

Chorus:. . Metronome. Music and rhythm all it's own. Sound and time. Music and rhyme. Sent from heaven. It's so divine. . Verse 1:. . Space and time. Music and rhyme.

Mr. Right

Intro:. . Cinderella looking for the right fella. Snow white looking for Mr. Right. . Verse 1:. All my life. I've believed. There's someone out there.

Move Along

There's a clock on the wall. I feel it's hands on my shoulder. And the nighttime will fall. With the words that you told her. You are such a beautiful shining star.

Maximum Security

Major Game (r.i.p. Guru)

Memento Mori

In my heart I feel a change. What once was now looks so strange. You're out at sea and I'm ashore. These wounds don't seem to wait. If you're a fist I'm a window pane.

Modernized Symphony

Makin Moves

It go one for all my people in the pen doing time. Stupid niggas that was force to do a life of livin' crime. If you gotta do, whatever, just to keep a little cheddar.

My Everything

When I'm lookin' in Your eyes, I see me. And all the things that we can be. I am nothing without You. And if You search my heart, You'd believe it's true.

Mad

Monmartre

Motion Sickness

There is nothing for which I am responsible. Just this baggage that I keep carrying on. As if I had someone. . Okay, maybe there is a woman somewhere.

Movement Of A Hand

You follow the footsteps. Echoes leading down the hall. To a room, there's music playing. Tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly.

Mushaboom

Helping the kids out of their coats. But wait the babies haven't been born. Unpacking the bags and setting up. And planting lilacs and buttercups. . But in the meantime I've got it hard.

Mirrors And Fevers

I was cold in a dream. Somewhere close to the surface. Between the ice and the stream. There is three inches of air. . So I swam towards the light. I let my breath get there first.

Moab

I used up your compassion, so I come to make a trade. You can ?leave/hate? me but just love me in return. And if I know where to find you, I'll stay out of your way.

Method Acting

There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand. And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again. It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen.