G.B.H. lyrics - Midnight, Madness Beyond

Midnight Madness And Beyond

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(USA) Staring through the boring Monatana skyline, wishing that this journey would come to an end. Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler, I want a wash, I wanna' phone my friend. When the sun comes down, we enter our forbidden zone. When the sun comes down, you can't reach us on the phone. Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong .. Midnight madness and beyond .. (Japan) I'm only five foot eight but I'm a giant, Ginseng roots have many mystic powers. Bowing so much that my back is getting sore, there's lots of gifts, lots of lovely flowers. (Canada) Now it seems that this lot don't want us, blingual forms to fill before we go. We're not a gang of international terrorists, we're just a band that's come to play a show. So beat the drum and bang the gong, midnight madness and beyond .. ..

Another One Falls Asleep

Eternal Tears of Sorrow
Red sparks fill the sky and they fall to the earth on fire The bright stars fade away and the moon is turning to red The dark woods of the valley whisper stories of an old witch Living on the great hill covered by ice and snow The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Breaks the eternal chains of sleep The old witch hears the silence, she sees the village enchanted By the power of her magic, gathered from the mists of the dark The everlasting winter's draining the power of the people She feels it in her veins... And another one falls asleep The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Breaks the eternal chains of sleep... And darkness... My holy ancestors, hear my voice, bless this final fight Raise this verse to the secret place, where dead birds fly I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul, I feel their power inside me I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum and how it shakes the earth I can see the sun rise after all these years, the golden sun rays And the spell is starting to fade away... To fade away... So fell the black witch and she froze to ice forever So came the mighty wind and blew to the dark red sky Remains of the evil was spread by the north wind And they formed into bright northern lights The strongest soul above them all started to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Broke the eternal chains of sleep

Full Cooperation

Def Squad "El Nino"
[Redman] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang bang the boogie to the boogety beat Now what'chu hear is not a test I'm a rappin to the beat It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello A to the black to the white the red and the brown the purple and yellow Well, first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock Now, so far you heard my voice a but I brought 2 friends along And next on the mic is my man E come on E sing that song [Erick Sermon] Well I'm imp the dip the ladies pimp The womens fight for my delight Cuz im the grandmaster with the 3 MCs That shocked ya house for the young ladies And when ya come inside into the front And you do the freak spank and you do the bump An When a sucka MCs tryin to prove a point They trust this trio and wit a serious joint And from sun to sun and from day to day I sit back and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that lyricals never cease I created a devastated masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this See I was comin home late one dark afternoon Reporter stopped me for an interview She said she heard stories and she heard fables That I Mrs. On the mic and the turntables This young reporter I did adore Start rockin through this rhyme like I never did before She said damn fly guy I'm in love wit'chu Said that casanova led ya musta been true I said by the way baby what's your name? She said I go by the name of Lois Lane And you could be my boyfriend you truly can Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman I said he's a fairy I do suppose Flyin through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy or even cute But he look like a sucka in a blue red suit I said I need a man who got finesse and his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But he can't rock a party through the early light He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my Supersperm I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it And I'm here and I'm there And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere So just throw your hands up in the air And party hard like you just don't care And just do it and don't stop y'all A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop It goes ho-tel, mo-tel What'cha gonna do today(Say Wha'?) I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin' Drive off with a def OJ Everybody go, Ho-tel, Mo-tel Hoilday Inn(Say Wha'?) I say if your girl start actin' up Then you take her friend I say Skip, Dive What can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half and bust 'em out And leave the rest to Master Gee So he can shock the house! [Keith Murray] Well I'm the M - A - S - the T - E - R a G with the double E I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm goin down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows The beat start gettin into your soul You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet And moving your body to the shore shot beat And then DAMN! You start doin the freak I mean DAMN! Right outta your seat And then you throw your hands high in the air Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere Your rockin to the beat without a care 'Cause the shore shot MCs from the affair Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize I said a on and a on an on on an on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a on and a on an on on an on Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop you don't dare stop Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got I guess by now that you can take a hunch And find that I, am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep it strive Cuz all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind An sing a on and a on an on on an on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a on and a on an on on an on Rock, rock y'all, and get on the floor I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere Cuz I'm one-of-a-kind, I shocked your mind Look what they did Gee, No diggity about your behind I said a one, two, three, four Come on girls a-get on the floor Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got Cuz I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said a one, two, three, four Tell me Dr. Spoc What are you waitin' for? [Redman] I said a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop An ya don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat Skippity we bopp we rock a scooby doo A guess what america we love you Cuz you rock you roll with a so much soul A you could rock till you 101 years old I don't mean to brag I don't mean to post But Def Squads like butter on ya breakfast toast A rock it out a baby bubba a baby bubba to the boogety Bang bang the boogie to the beat beat It's So unique come on everybody Let's dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friend house to eat And the food was just no good? I said the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed And the chicken tastes like wood I said you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can By sayin' that chu're full And then your friend says, Mom, he's just bein' polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, thats bull! So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie And you say that you arleady ate And then your friend says, Man, there's plenty of food So he piles some more on your plate And while the stinky food's steamy Your mouth starts a-dreamin' of the monent it's time to leave And then you look at your plate, and your chicken's slowly rottin' And the somethin' that look like cheese Then you say, that's it, I got to leave this place I don't care what these people think I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous With this Ug-ly food that stinks So you bust out the door, while it's still close Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle uh Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says I understand about the food, Baby Bubba But we're still friends A wit a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop You don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat

Play Me Backwards

JOAN BAEZ "Play Me Backwards"
You don't have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse Well I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined up in the yard Were the golden days of childhood So lyrical and warm Or did the picture start to fade On the day that I was born I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run Let the night begin there's a pop of skin And the sudden rush of scarlet There's a little boy riding on a goat's head And a little girl playing the harlot There's a sacrifice in an empty church Of sweet lil' baby Rose And a man in a mask from Mexico Is peeling off my clothes I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run So I'm paying for protection Smoking out the truth Chasing recollections Nailing down the proof You don't have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse I'll stand before your altar And tell everything I know I've come to claim my childhood At the chapel of baby Rose I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum

Paprika Plains

JONI MITCHELL "Don Juan's Reckless Daughter"
It fell from midnight skies It drummed on the galvanized In the washroom, women tracked the rain Up to the make-up mirror Liquid soap and grass And Jungle Gardenia crash On Pine-Sol and beer ... It's stifling in here ... I've got to get some air ... I'm going outside to get some air Back in my hometown They would have cleared the floor Just to watch the rain come down! They're such sky oriented people-- Geared to changing weather ... I'm floating off in time I'm floating off I'm floating off in time When I was three feet tall And wide eyed open to it all With their tasseled teams they came To McGee's General Store All in their beaded leathers I would tie on colored feathers And I'd beat the drum like war ... I would beat the drum like war I'd beat the drum I'd beat the drum like war But when the church got through They traded their beads for bottles Smashed--on Railway Avenue And they cut off their braids And lost some link with nature I'm floating into dreams I'm floating off I'm floating into my dreams I dream paprika plains Vast and bleak and God forsaken Paprika plains And a turquoise river snaking (Where crows gaze--vigilant on wires Where cattle graze the grasses Far from the digits of business hours The moon clock wanes and waxes-- But here all time is stripped away Nowhere on these plains Is a sprout or an egg in evidence To measure loss or gain ... Only a little Indian band Come down from some windy mesa No women to make them food and child No expressions on their faces I'm low in a helicopter And the wind from whirling blades Flaps their woven blankets And flags their raven braids How came they to this emptiness? How came they to this dream? How came I to this view From a flying machine Of earth and air and water And a band of Indian men Without herds or flocks or crops Or families or fires to tend? Like a phoenix up from ashes now A blanket figure springs With a fist raised up to turquoise skies Like liberty And at the point of vanishing Where the sky and the earth meet A bomb blooms Deadly mushroom White Gold Heat Like a phoenix up from ashes Up from violent mysteries And growing 'till the giant blast Is to it like a golfer's tee there comes a child's beach ball And memory takes me back to the beach to toss it up to the garage to get it patched A pink and yellow beach ball Rolling Grand Detached Turning the blues and greens of earth From space probe photographs I float out of the hovercraft Naked as infancy And weightless And drifting Horizontally Like a filing to a magnet Like the long descent of rain I am drawn I fall against the ball And lose paprika plains I suckle at my mother's breast I embrace my mother earth I remember perforated blinds Over the crib of my birth And just as Eve succumbed To reckless curiosity I take my sharpest fingernail And slash the globe to see Below me-- Vast Paprika plains And the snake the river traces And a little band of Indian men With no expressions on their faces.) The rain retreats Like troops to fall on other fields and streets Meanwhile they're sweet talking and name calling And brawling on the fringes of the floor I spot you through the smoke With your eyes on fire From J B and coke As I'm coming through the door I'm coming back I'm coming back for more! The band plugs in again You see that mirrored ball begin to sputter lights And spin Dizzy on the dancers Geared to changing rhythms No matter what you do I'm floating back I'm floating back to you!

Prodigal Son

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Before The Fame"
In a place where outlaws are banned from the rane On a day mountains has fallen to foes In a land where boys are forbidden to grow And metal is the only master Were the higway ends and the desert breaks and buildings are bent from great earthquackes And statesmen crawl on their bellies like snakes And feed of the public hunger In a land were sky-scrapers scratch the sky And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum Welcome Home My Prodigal Son When Rivers run raising through city streets And great eagels have fallen from their lofty peaks And policemen moonlight aside show freaks for the final crime is commited When Presidents ride in Ford Mustangs And the Black man releases his Caddilac fangs And you checked out in bed as the landbird bangs A young girl next door for the rent Where telegraph wires are attached you and mine And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner waitin to beat the drum Welcome Home My Prodigal Son When the telephone rings and falls of the hook And your legs have been stolen by some defense department crook And you startin' to think about writing a book But now you won't pledge allegiance to anything And the maid comes in with coffee and cake In a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake You explain your not dead and she takes it as a compliment and sticks out her tounge and asks for requests In a land were skyscrapers scratch the sky and delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner waitin' to beat the drum Welcome Home My Prodigal Son And the mercury men with hydraulic joints They bribe with a smile and hold you up in the alley at pin point And they ask you to bend over that they may anoint You with holy water of your profession When the line between love and hate gets so thin And your body takes over when your mind gives in And your lady lover demands that you pin her to the floor But its too late your reflexes are shot And the man on the corner with the nervous twitch Whispers hey how'd ya like to buy a nice bitch She's a 38 and I got her loaded in all six He keeps talking and you just keep walking And you reach for the sky and get stuck on a steeple You reach out for love but you get lost in the people You run through the canyon Screaming like an eagle and you fall face first in the mud In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky and delinquent daughters have their own children who lie Papa stands on the corner waiting the parade He wants to beat the drum Welcome Home Welcome Home My Prodigal Son Welcome Home My Prodigal Son

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