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Manchester England

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Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me that's me Claude Hooper Bukowski Finds that it's groovy To hide in a movie Pretends he's Fellini And Antonioni And also his countryman Roman Polanski All rolled into one One Claud Hooper Bukowski Now that I've dropped out Why is life dreary dreary Answer my weary query Timothy Leary dearie Oh Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me (that's he) That's me

Pre-Occupied

JON BELLION "The Definition"
[Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:] Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy My artistry is everything, that's my baby But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me Don't be mad cause that records that you cut sound lazy And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh) I hate rappers, please don't call me Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me Don't play for me, I'll be yawning How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings Me and my people linking in the park like crawling Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen- Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon It took a little while for your mind to find it But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it? [Pre-Chorus - Jon Bellion:] Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Took a little while for your mind to find it But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus - Jon Bellion:] They told me that my attention span aligns Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah They didn't understand that I saw signs Hearing things but now they realize That the woman that I prayed for became my wife And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life I figured out there's money in my mind I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied [Post-Chorus - Jon Bellion:] You need to get that bag out my face God made me a full-blown genius What the fuck I need coke for? [Verse 2 - Blaque Keyz:] Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey I hate rappers and I really mean it Trying to ball with the kid will get you sunned like Phoenix Rather ball you up, feather and tarred Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather Spaldings This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for services For hurting any person verses me, I've been rhyming since nurseries Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries Been waiting for you to find it, so I leave it where it's supposed to be Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it? [Pre-Chorus - Blaque Keyz:] Isn't it? Isn't it? Took a little while for your mind to find it But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus] [Post-Chorus]

This Place

JONI MITCHELL "Shine"
Sparkle on the ocean Eagle at the top of a tree Those crazy crows always making a commotion This land is home to me. I was talking to my neighbor He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this, I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here Back to this heavenly bliss." You see those lovely hills They won't be there for long They're gonna tear 'em down And sell them to California Here come the toxic spills Miners poking all around When this place looks like a moonscape Don't say I didn't warn ya... Money, money, money... Money makes the trees come down It makes mountains into molehills Big money kicks the wide wide world around. Black bear in the orchard At night he's in my garbage cans He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him He's got a right to roam this land. I feel like Geronimo I used to be as trusting as Cochise But the white eyes lies He's out of whack with nature And look how far his weapons reach! Spirit of the water Give us all the courage and the grace To make genius of this tragedy unfolding The genius to save this place.

Jerusalem

Emerson Lake And Palmer "Brain Salad Surgery"
And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God on England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of Fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.

Made In England

ELTON JOHN "Made In England"
I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had Little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo Oh, I was made in England Oh, I was made in England I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle Face down on a playground crying God send me a brother Not a bloody nose for Rock and Roll Give me that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo I was made in England like a blue Cortina But a Yankee summer had a way about her You had a scent for scandal, well here's my middle finger I had forty years of pain and nothing to cling to If you're made in England, you're built to last You can still say 'homo' and everybody laughs But the joke's on you, you never read the song They all think they know but they all got it wrong

Breakfast At Manchester Morgue

Impetigo
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber way The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue The stench of sterilized deacay... The hideous signal... I open my eyes, livid with sweat Obnoxious film... but where have I been? Strapped to the table, burning fluids course within my veins Mortific eyes cannot dissuide that I see... My plight is realized, I am dead but I see... I feel the pain of the rush of formaldehype, The brittleness of my bones And they said I would never live again The buzzing in my brain The never ending pain The hunger I possess Within this rotten mess I break the straps and rise to feed The necrotic fluid bubbles, human viscera I need Corner the fightened doctors, they say this cannot be As I devour their pulsing flesh, their blood will comfort me My cohort rise from their crypts The morgue is in terror, blood rolls from our lips Some mangled bodies strewn in chaotic disarray Breakfast is served at the Manchester morgue The beginning of a horrifying day... No end in sight Our number multiply...

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