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Alice Deejay lyrics - Who Needs Guitars Anyway

Alice Deejay

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I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I close my eyes I am music I am rhythm I'm a DJ I'm am Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I close my eyes I am music I am rhythm I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ, Alice Deejay I'm a DJ I am Alice Deejay

The Music Of The Night

JACKIE EVANCHO "Songs From The Silver Screen"
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly music shall caress you Hear it, feel it secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness that you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be Only then can you belong to me Floating, falling sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night

Let The Music Do The Talking

P.O.D. "Live"
When the beat starts pumping, that's it -- Yeah The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove So with the mic in my hand let me state this now You can get with this, now way no how Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking No need for words, we let the music do the talking God made me -- And I'm funky We're set Free -- Close your eyes and let your heart see God made me -- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky We're set free -- For all eternity Break- Now it's obvious to see that we're dope -- We're dope Confusing your mid with this flow you can't cope -- Cope What you're gonna do when you're faced with my crew With the game that is true there's no hope -- Hope Why do you try to front, you know that my God is so hard Taking out you chumps is just a walk in the park Keep your lips shut with all your Hawking and Squaking No need for words, we let the music do the talking God made me -- And I'm funky We're set Free -- Close your eyes and let your heart see God made me -- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky We're set free -- For all eternity 2X

Touch You

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
(Intro) Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal (Chorus) [Supa Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [Piakhan] Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me And your opinion is nothing to me I have plenty like bein' out of prison With a roof over my dome And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and Killin' em softly with out flossin' But yet the shine is glossy and the run the lyrical train through your brain shit Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit With the iron, ain't no use in you trying I ain't lyin' Through your ears mesmerize em' It's about time we started risin' Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back What's that all about with the feedback All up in my mouth we don't need that, the asphault is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that It ain't light music (no) We make the right music (true) Keep it tight music (yes) Affirmin' life music (come on) (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design You cats ain't got the touch You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come Through with the newest/latest (like that) Reflection Eternal Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple And the moon arrive, reflection through the night That touch you just right (Bridge) [Talib Kweli] With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm And (Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) [Talib Kweli] Uh yeah yeah yeah Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) Clap your hands everybody (x4)

The Substance

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more: (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window, and a door; (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw; (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core. (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away in titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service And warped was I, huddled beneath the influence of fresh, Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath. (Breath) These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash, Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth, it's looking bleak. Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow; I'm shook in a freak side show! OK, I strobe effects projective when I blink So I design this chorus line. When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall. With what I sing, I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage, Then see the wide-eyed dry grays, and supplied fiery Colossus. Well, I am a hostage. Guiding, yet, pushed beneath the crazes' climate. Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this. I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity. God damn. Must have remembered me. It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it, Apprehended me, and rendered me suspended in its voyage. How these tables have turned! Hand to the bottle with the skull and crossbones scribbled off the label, Sip the ladle. Drank the burn. Begging for dead! Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web, Caught triple-six couriers; beckon, they fled. OK, OK, I get it... Let 'em shake a little, then release 'em, Like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion. Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil, but couldn't quite catch the angle. I'm trained as cornerstone famine trooper So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on... (yeah, yeah, check it) I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating. (close to insanity) The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. (close to insanity) Now everybody in the populace awaited my reply: (close to insanity) I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky (close to insanity) Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn, By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes... To fertilize germination of concern for me, for we, For he who's sucked into the trench, fully dug. I don't wanna pull the plug... Hug on my canteen like in a dream, Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league, I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed, If the breed should have ever been bred. 'Nuff said... Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon, To emerge, or a spark's soon to bloom to a surge, All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn To ascend from a number, to brave Blade Runner. Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king... More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring. Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level, Here to bevel the edge. My team's settled on the ledge to pledge. It's like that. In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains. In the winter it's the same, with an added climate change. The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange, Yet the songs of thirst remain the same. You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor, Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem. I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh, So do your magic, miracle worker, or I'll remain unimpressed. For the flux, the fix, the famine, For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon, I'd examined auto-pilot (right) when filibuster won... (yeah) Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement... (oh shit) It's intriguing. Yet, I guess, I knew somewhere, something was leaking. Now I honor instinct, delinquent. Bring settler runaways, frayed boogie bastard clicks To bypass glass stature, walking graff characters... Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament... Tracer. Vivisection is to lab rat primes; They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine. He knew. He brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets, Then sought off all trickery, bought off the public, and screamed victory! Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig As fast as Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig, trigger revenge, tip the goblet in the dirt, review my words, spit in the puddle. Peace to fame, struggle the fuck out, and duck out. (yeah, check, huh, uh) Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk. (close to insanity) I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the mask off. (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground! (close to insanity) (It's like that)


Soothe the young man's sweating forehead Touch the naked stem held hidden there Safe in such dark hayssed wired nest Then his light brown eyes are quick Once touch is what he thought was grip Tis not his hands those there but mine And safe, my hands seek to gain All knowledge of my master's manly rain The scented taste that stills my tongue Is wrong that is set but not undone His fiery eyes can slash savage skin And force all seriousness away He wades in close waters Deep sleep alters his senses I must obey my only rival * He will command our twin revival: The same Insane Sustain Again (the two of us so close to our own hearts) I silenced and wrote This is awe Of the coincidence

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