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Cranes lyrics - Population Four

To Be

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What do I live for ? A sense of joy that sometimes makes it All worth fighting for ...Lovely as the wind That takes my breath and breathes it in... Oh no.. not again Did I really fuck it up again ? It seemed so close this time Got tangled up...got Caught inside I tried to explain The peaceful life I thought I wanted Gentle as the rain That falls on us from every corner Lovely as the clouds That make me ache and cry out loud ..Oh no.. not again Did I really fuck it up again ? It seemed so close this time Got tangled up...got Caught inside

You And Your Career

John Wesley Harding "It Happened One Night"
You know those feelings I'm talking about You're walking down the road A car indicates right and then turns left You didn't get the code It's a world of signs we're living in A mirror and that's a fact If you don't reflect what they provide They're likely to react Was another wind-swept Wednesday In the schoolyard of the heart Your knuckles got wrapped for this before You had to learn your part I'm at your window looking in Seems my valentine has died We came out in 1983 Now you've gone back inside You've gone back inside A snapshot of a wicked world It's flowing down the sink But there is no point in watching it go No time to sit and think The world's revolving faster But the train's still going slow So much cackle, no more laughter Don't trust anyone you don't know Your mother's irresponsible Your father's on the booze It just happened to turn out that way They could not really choose Now you've got big alternatives But it's only one or naught Don't try to look between those places If you do then don't get caught Don't get caught cos that could ruin your career You're looking for a part-time job You're picking up the perks And all you do is lick the floor And jerk off all the jerks I don't know if you've noticed I'm tired of being understood But at least these words rhyme with the world In a sense you knew they would Sometimes I am a politician Other times I'm just a king But I always do the things I want Like let my payphone ring Of course I have no money Naturally, I have no friends Of course I have no power But the license to pretend that I've got a career I can pretend that I've got a career You reached the door they told you to They just said Ã'Well what took you so long?' Well maybe in that corridor All the exits were marked wrong You took the route they told you to You walked down straight white lines You kept on looking straight ahead I'm sure it'll work out fine Now you've got what you want and you've got your career

Same Space

AESOP ROCK "Appleseed"
Killaz reflect the destiny of the village So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain Yea but from here on out its hoof the mare the bare footed urchin Dig it in person Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared I mean from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte Devil dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes Friend it don't take the wise this minute triplicate pace unified I don't condone the blasphemy naturally its procreation From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums Fuck hugging my cool The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel The company of similars couldn't excite the motor But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant Stuck in the pluck in the haul buzzing the fuzzing televison mixer Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed Pick of the litter, litter of the pick Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom There's ample room Stowaways inside the cargo bed Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence But I also know its ratio the bad don't feed my confidence The nutrients will be intense circle The clues units of success being personal Then sucked basic diversion Rusty anchor budget for nothing Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern I can't believe I'm still concerned I can't believe side children turn in their sleep over one-liners Well I yield to hear your burns Color me out of my skull draggin a wagon of creature features And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance Got em out, killing machines turn belly up Buckled, the troubles I've seen Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral Born for one task indeed To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds When the reapers turns mortals to caspers See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all up I hung with cats that do the donts Cats that forage through the moats Hoping they open with soveriegnty and a cantine deemed with prodigies I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work The well its almost six o'clock I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)

Thriller

MICHAEL JACKSON "Thriller"
[1st Verse] It's Close To Midnight And Something Evil's Lurking In The Dark Under The Moonlight You See A Sight That Almost Stops Your Heart You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It You Start To Freeze As Horror Looks You Right Between The Eyes, You're Paralyzed [Chorus] 'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night And No One's Gonna Save You From The Beast About Strike You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night You're Fighting For Your Life Inside A Killer, Thriller Tonight [2nd Verse] You Hear The Door Slam And Realize There's Nowhere Left To Run You Feel The Cold Hand And Wonder If You'll Ever See The Sun You Close Your Eyes And Hope That This Is Just Imagination But All The While You Hear The Creature Creepin' Up Behind You're Out Of Time [Chorus] 'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night There Ain't No Second Chance Against The Thing With Forty Eyes You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night You're Fighting For Your Life Inside Of Killer, Thriller Tonight [Bridge] Night Creatures Call And The Dead Start To Walk In Their Masquerade There's No Escapin' The Jaws Of The Alien This Time (They're Open Wide) This Is The End Of Your Life [3rd Verse] They're Out To Get You, There's Demons Closing In On Every Side They Will Possess You Unless You Change The Number On Your Dial Now Is The Time For You And I To Cuddle Close Together All Thru The Night I'll Save You From The Terror On The Screen, I'll Make You See [Chorus] That This Is Thriller, Thriller Night 'Cause I Can Thrill You More Than Any Ghost Would Dare To Try Girl, This Is Thriller, Thriller Night So Let Me Hold You Tight And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller Thriller Here Tonight [Rap Performed By Vincent Price] Darkness Falls Across The Land The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood To Terrorize Y'awl's Neighbourhood And Whosoever Shall Be Found Without The Soul For Getting Down Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of Hell And Rot Inside A Corpse's Shell The Foulest Stench Is In The Air The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years And Grizzy Ghouls From Every Tomb Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom And Though You Fight To Stay Alive Your Body Starts To Shiver For No Mere Mortal Can Resist The Evil Of The Thriller [Into Maniacal Laugh, In Deep Echo]

Numb / Encore

JAY-Z "Collision Course"
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Get em Jay Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise What the hell are you waiting for [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar

Lovely Daze / Memory Lane

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Intro / Chorus fading in and out in background] Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...) Jim Jones nigga (you know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!) A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...) I love paintin' these pictures for the hood, you dig (that's where I'm at Eastside) Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride [Verse 1] They got me livin' like (what!), I aint worried 'bout my well being I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!) Like I aint worried for the jail scene (fuck cops) 'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my cell C (ya honor) I was young and was restless Run around wit' my gun and my vestes Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what) But no one better test us (no way) Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE (EASTSIDE!!!) While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!) And what we live by (yeah), what we gon' die by (Dip-Set) So these rules I abide by I'm duckin' shots on a driveby, finger the cops, yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang!) Squally, is what they scream, fuck it As I polly wit' my team puff it We on the scene rugged Yeah, we get our green thuggin' Fuck it, I scream out, yo I'm uh G, fuck it [Chorus: As well as Jones speaking in between] Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (Lovely Daze man. When I say Lovely Daze I'm talkin' bout.) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (Fresh in High School, fresh with that freedom. You know explorin' the streets nigga) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (You know, takin' no prisoners man, ready to do whatever whenever) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (Fuck what they talkin' bout man, you jus doin you man. Find yaself!) [Verse 2] You know how kids scheme (how they shceme?), we had big dreams (yeah!) Of coppin' them Benzez up on big scene (bling bling) All glittered in jewels just like Liberraci (mmm!) Look at my dipped posse (yeah!) Look how this shit done got me (Crazy!) I'm some paranoid shit (yop!) Its kinda scary I carry the 4 fifth (who want it!) Its kinda brazy that it be like that Aint no play me and you be right back You better blaze me if it be like that (get me nigga!) They got some issues with views I got (uh huh) I carry pistols when I cruise my block (lets ride!) Its uh issue if I cruise ya block My dogs 'ill get you, know the rules or not (wut up now fool!) Uh, yeah, we will cruise ya parameters (where they at?) You caught slippin', no rules or parameters (where they at?) Fuck the crews, fuck the cameras (fuck police) I tell you now, aint no dudes that can handle us (bllllddddaat!) [Chorus] Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (Ok, now it done got lovlier, you know. We done did the hustlin' thing) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (We done had fun on the streets. Now we entered the game and we gettin millions) Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss (What's more lovlier than that? I'm tellin you I'm loving this shit. It aint no taking me back man) Lovely Daze like this, I miss.. (I'm tellin you man. Its Lovely Daze from here on end, you hear me.) [Verse 3] Can't forget about my born pos' (Nope!) Can't forget about my night gangs Bet it all to the dice game (yea) Bet I brawl wit' my light frame (Fo' sho) I get it on like I'm Ty-sane (Lets Brawl!) And every year more niggaz deceased (R.I.P.) I shed a tear and pour liquor on streets (jus 4 u) And burn a fear to raw spliffs of the leaf (and get high) And say a prayer, Lord where's the relief (my dudes) I'm burnin' purple jus' watchin my ghetto birds (ok) And peep the circle Ill tell you its several birds (peep game) We gettin' guac, we hustlin' peddle birds (that yae) And fuck the cops, we bustin' our metal birds (Desert Eag'z) We from the block we love our Stiletto birds (hey baby!) That's why we hustle and grind So we can pluck us a dime And feed her some game and fuck up her mind And she give me brain, I'm puffin' my lime So lovely (Dip-Set!) [Chorus] Lovely Daze like this, wit my Dips, with my Dips Fuckin wit my Dips, wit my Dips, gettin' chips Fuckin wit my Dips, my Dips, buyin' whips Jus fuckin' wit Dips, my Dips... [Outro and fades into next song Memory Lane] Haha ha, yeah, its Lovely Daze man (that's right). Jim Jones, fuck it shit, Capo Status. What's fuckin wit that man (Coofie smacka). For my Dip-Set, from hear on end its Lovely Daze. That's what this song is about. For my riders, ride out................................. Fireman [Chorus (repeat 2x)] 'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane Lets take this time to rekindle Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame Pour out ya liquor, light ya candles [Verse] I was rippin and runnin while I'm grippin my gun (outdoors) And I use to, play wit my heat I was waitin to bust (fuck that) And I say, fuck the police they better take me in cuffs (til I go) Cause I'm in, love wit the streets yea I'm shakin my nuts (hold it tight) And it was, regular shit havin fun wit my troops (uhh huh) Yeah, get in the party have our guns in boots (stash that) And, New Years 'ill come we bustin guns off the roof (you got that) Cause, we pissy drunk up off that 100 proof (twisted) Plus, we pitchin packs jus to get us some sneakers (paper) While, we sippin yak and we twistin up reefa (gettin right) Youthful offenders on the stoop gettin bent up dodging police in them juvenile centers, my life is brazy (ooooo!) Teenagers are wild, they charged like adults we pray it loud "Dear God we in Hell", Lord can you save me One of the pictures that he stuck in my brain As I'm cruisin down the strip of ghettos Memory Lane [Chorus until it fades out] 'Cuse me ma, we cruise around this strip down Memory Lane Lets take this time to rekindle Puffin on this purple, sippin Hennessy, thats trippin like Dame Pour out ya, liquor light candles

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