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Joseph lyrics

Close Every Door

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(Brothers) Oh no - not he How you can accuse him is a mystery Save him - take me Benjamin is straighter than the tall palm tree (Judah) I hear the steel drums sing their song They're singing man you know you've got it wrong I hear the voice of the yellow bird Whispering to me this is quite absurd (Judah Brothers) Oh, yes - its true Benjamin is straighter than the big bamboo No ifs - No buts Benjamin is honest as coconuts (Judah) Sure as the tide wash the golden sand Benjamin is an innocent man Sure as bananas need the sun We are the criminal guilty ones (Judah, Brothers Female Ensemble) Oh no - not he How you can accuse him is a mystery Save him - take me Benjamin is straighter than the tall palm tree (Judah) Sure as the tide wash the golden sand Benjamin is an innocent man Sure as bananas need the sun We are the criminal guilty ones (Judah, Brothers Female Ensemble) Oh no - not he How you can accuse him is a mystery Save him - take me Benjamin is straighter than the tall palm tree Oh no - not he How you can accuse him is a mystery Save him - take me La la la la la la la la

Current Status

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Beyond] I peep Rap City highlights to my eyesight Witnesses, bitches and kids fronting to bring their shit You get nothing from this, write redundant, I leave the dumb shit I never half-ass, my blast has you overcome with the basement aroma, should've waited for your diploma Instead you dropped out, now you grab the microphone to let the fox out, I box out this center Ripping to end your agenda cause I'm the microphone binger Since you started rhyming you been barred from flying Tryna push me to peep, I didn't buy your tape cause pussy is cheap Pushing me deep, so I brush it to fuck it You get rusted to rubbish cause my stuff is conducted on some thoroughness, that "fuck the world" shit don't make it happen You roll without friends and that sure as hell don't attract 'em The five-man travelling band, I stand sagging my pants Caramel skin color, the slim brother I cancel and contort your financial support A&Rs ridiculed for having thoughts to deliver you Give your crew brain lacerations You having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation My name has awaken the criterion So judgement is passed, anybody budges I blast Bussin that ass and got class for the clone Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes [Chorus: Slug (Beyond)] Where you at? (To all the bad heads with the word) Where you at? (And if you getting fed by the herb) Where you at? (And all the brothers keeping shit tough) Where you at? (And others talking shit about us... bitch) [Slug] No excuses, I feel that there's none needed I know that you resent me cause I study how I'm greeted I'm quick to touch the mic for the rep and for the loot I'm known around my village as the mouth that likes to shoot Now I no longer have time for your irrelevance because the ignorance is just as dangerous as the intelligence It's all about the passage, I'm trying to grasp it and hopefully my son will forgive me for my habits I manage to pity those flavorless with shitty flows Amped of their camp acting out their favorite videos Save it, give me those trophies you call balls for my display case, now walk away and save face Fuck the beef, even you believe it ain't needed I know that deep down you respect me cause you study how I'm greeted It's sewing up seams, it's plugging holes Slug knows it takes more than toy flows and a B-boy pose See, he keeps it clear and he strikes the fear and he even caught a Grammy for marketing strategy of the year Where, oh where is the server? Current status, emcees need to take their bras off and burn 'em [Chorus: Beyond (Slug)] Where you at? (To the ones that's in the front with their hands in the air like they just don't care) Where you at? (And to them kids in the back tactfully surveying the stage to see who's wack) Where you at? (And to the ones who grab the mics at shows house parties or by self, yeah go head, get your flow on man) Where you at? (And to that kid crawling out his crib at night putting fame on trains bus benches and stop lights) [Slug] Lavish, I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness Lavish, I'll never have it I get too happy doing atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness Check your current status

Poor Isaac

THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT "Songs Of God And Whiskey"
Oh and God just leave that Abraham alone He wants a son, he wants a son Don't we all just want a home? Though I'm not quite sure if poor Isaac would agree My God, he said "What did I do to make you wanna watch me bleed?" And I feel sick tonight, I feel just like The dancing flame in a funeral light And I'm not sure if I want you to save me And I'd be less uptight if I knew the sight And blood is just a weakness, right? And not the whole reason you made me But sometimes I think it is... Oh and God just go and leave me all alone I'm not your son, I'm not your son Everybody dies alone In your world, was it not quite hard enough for you I guess like anyone, you've got Your own scores to settle too And I'm so pissed tonight, I feel just like The last remainin' Canaanite And I'm not sure if I want you to save me And I'd be less uptight if I knew the sight And blood is just a weakness, right? And not the reason that you made me How does it feel? And the sorrow that I feel when I'm alone, I can't express All these darling angels singing in my ear And the comfort of their touch, it cuts right through this loneliness And it's everything I want And everything I fear That child was my friend I spent a long time with his curse I can feel him trembling beneath his plea And I don't know if there's a water All I know is there's this thirst And it might be for the best Though I'm not quite sure if Isaac would agree

End Up Like This

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
Yeah Hey, yo, We used to be young, dumb, full o' cum, Bubble Yum bubble gum, with no funds, But we still had fun. Don't worry, be happy, that's what we was. We was family, caring for loved ones, Blood relatives; first and second cousins. Brothers all from the same mother. Now we act like we don't know each other. We used to play with toy guns, Now we bust real ones. Shoot 'em up Kill Bill style and fashion. Hey, yo, what happened? Hey, yo, what happened? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Hey, yo, The vision that I'm seein' ain't the same no more. We used to tell the girls we love 'em, Now we calling 'em whores Summers of the past was a blast when we cooked out But now we grab the phone, sit alone, and order take out Kids playin' outside, yellin' out names, Now the fun and excitement's in the video games Brothers used to speak "What's up," "How you" Now it's "Homie," "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?" It really blows my mind how we changed our direction As the years go by, I gotta ask this question: Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? We-a dire need, but what the empire need When you lyin' to me, it seems so fine to me I got a glass eye that reflects the fast fly Then my acne ?? the latchkey cool I used to want to hit the streets to hide my fault The life at the ??, or the pain I've caused The damage I laid was covered up with praise Cause, Momma, did you know that I had changed my ways? But don't judge me, harass my clique, We only doin' this, cause the neighboorhood permits. So try to explain, just one thing: What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Yeah, I'm runnin' muddy and graffiti understudy To switchin' to musician and children across the country Trips to Cuba and tours with Santana Help me not to flip this statement and endure these bad manners, man They ain't chasin' but came to main cause inducing caine is a beast To sustain your brain pressure Tryin not to see the fact that you da man, leave the plan, ?? Cause your choices affect your band members in the air, shit Later for business, what happened to friendship? The rest is just nonsense My natural response is to just to roll up our fists and ask: What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Na na na na na na na na What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this? Da da da da da da da da What if we end up like this?

Parameters

ANI DIFRANCO "Knuckledown"
Thirty-three years go by And not once do you come home To find a man sitting in your bedroom That is A man you don't know Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message: Lock your back door, you idiot However invincible you imagine yourself to be You are wrong Thirty-three years go by And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares Your breasts hang like a woman's And you don't jump at shadows anymore Instead you may simply pause to admire Those that move with the grace of trees Dancing past streetlights And you walk through your house without turning on lamps Sure of the angle from door to table From table to staircase Sure of the number of steps Seven to the landing Two to turn right Then seven more Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory Across your bedroom And collapse with a sigh onto your bed Shoes falling Thunk thunk Onto the floor And there will be no strange man Suddenly all that time sitting there Sitting there on what must be the prize chair In your collection of uncomfortable chairs With a wild look in his eyes And hands that you cannot see Holding what? You do not know So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation That you are painfully slow to adjust If only because Yours is not that genre of story Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies No bullets shattering glass Instead fear sits patiently Fear almost smiles when you finally see him Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years And now he has let himself in And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares Though you think you see, in your naivete That he is empty handed And this brings you great relief At the time New as you are, really, to the idea that Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters They can all change While you're out one night having a drink with a friend Some big hand may be turning a big dial Switching channels on your dreams Until you find yourself lost in them And watching your daily life with the sound off And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes There are more shadows around everything Your vision a dim flashlight that you have to shake all the way to the outhouse Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead Presiding over your supposed repose Not really sleep at all Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds A clanking pipe A creaking branch The footfalls of a cat All of this and maybe The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's coat As you walk him step by step back to the door Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes The kinds of details the police officer would ask for later With his clipboard And his pistol In your hallway

I.o.u.

Jimmy Dean "I.O.U."
Many people look through their wallet or their pocket books and, way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and so on, you usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good time for an accountin'. Mom, I sure hope you're listenin'. Sweet lady, I.O.U. for so many things..... A lot of services, like nightwatchman for instance..... Lyin' awake nights, listenin' for coughs and cries and creakin' floorboards.....hah-hah, and me comin' in too late. Boy, you had the eye of an eagle and the roar of a lion, But you always had a heart as big as a house. I.O.U. for services like, uh, short order cook, chef, baker..... For makin' sirloin out o' hamburger an' turkey out o' tuna fish, And big ol' strappin' boys out of leftovers. I.O.U. for cleanin' services, The daily scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand. And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants To try to make sure that you led a spotless life. And for washin' and ironin' that no laundry could ever do. For dryin' the tears of childhood and ironin' out the problems of growin' up. I.O.U. for services as a bodyguard, For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares Hah, And too many green apples. And Lord knows, I.O.U. for medical attention, For nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, Bumps, splinters and spring fever. Oh-oh, let's not forget medical advice....important things like, 'If you keep on scratching that, it'll never get well' or 'If you cross your eyes, they're gonna stick like that'. And probably the most important advice of all, 'Boy, you be sure you got on clean underwear, in case you're in an accident'. And I.O.U. for veterinarian services, For feeding every lost dog that I dragged home at the end of the rope, And for healing the pains of puppy love. And I.O.U. for entertainment..... Entertainment that kept the household goin' through some pretty rough times..... And for wonderful productions at Christmas, the Fourth of July, Birthdays..... And for making make-believe come true..... And you did it all on such a limited budget. I.O.U. for construction work, for building kites and confidence, hopes and dreams an'..... Somehow you made them all touch the sky..... And for cementin' together a family So it would stand the worst kind of shocks and blows..... And for layin' down a good strong foundation to build a life on. I.O.U. for carrier charges..... For carryin' me on your books for the necessities of life That a growin' boy somehow, well, they just gotta have. Things like, hah-hah, a pair of high top boots, With a little pocket on the side for a jack-knife. And one thing, Mom, I'll never forget.... When there were two pieces of pie and three hungry people..... You were always the one who decided, well, I'm not really that hungry anyhow. These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue.. The person that I owe 'em to worked very, very cheap.... She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself.... My I.O.U's add up to more than I could ever hope to repay, But you know the nicest thing about it all.... That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full' For just one kiss and four little words....Mom, I Love You!

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