JUPITER SUNRISE lyrics - Under A Killer Blue Sky

Josie's House

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I went out the door this morning Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning And I walked alone I went up to 16th St and looked into the windows of a restaurant The guy standing next to me said it looked pretty good so I proceeded to give him a bunch of reasons Why I didn't think the place could make it and he said, I think too much And I said, I know I know my world is better than it seems and I try to be content with everything But even knowing doesn't stop your heart from feeling That's why I'm going where I'm going Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll play Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll stay I decided I'd be happier if only I could feel the cool, wet grass beneath my feet I had tried it while I thought of all the words to make this song complete I went up to John St Park and there I met an old lady feeding ducks The back of her hand had been bleeding and she didn't even know it She told me I'd be more handsome if I smiled So we talked about the weather, she told me about her family and She said I should meet her granddaughter, and I smiled The smell of people in the street I tasted life and life was sweet The sound of colors in the air Of breathing mist and choral fare Arriving anywhere in time, the feet are beating out a rhyme I turned my body toward the south, I'm going down to Josie's house

Ric Flair

KILLER MIKE "PL3DGE"
[INTRO - Ric Flair speaking] "I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybody out there that thinks for one second that maybe I'm second guessing myself, that I am the greatest of all time forever and ever. One surprise, one surprise ... shhhh! Wooo! I'm back." [VERSE 1] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You better have a Christopher word game, witty You better have a dance game similar to Diddy Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol Or any other nigga that ball at all I used to sell it white as Paul Wall Gave my young boi three of them in the mall And he gon' bring me $75K back tomorrow You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you? What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing? Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing Going, going, going, gone song [INTERLUDE 1 - Ric Flair speaking] "You don't like the the prestige that I have in life. You don't like the notoriety. You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have friends! I got a big house on the big side of town I got life pretty much the way I want it!" [VERSE 2] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy Can't love life suckling on mama's titty Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me? Life after death, hey this must be hell I asked for six figures, God gave back self I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911 Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend Buried like a pharaoh with my jewelery in the desert The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle I did it for my comrades, did it cause I love 'em [INTERLUDE 2 - Ric Flair speaking] "Custom made brother Wooo! And I mean custom made! From the alligators to all that they can see right here. Ric Flair! There's only one. And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan; Greensboro; Richmond; Charlotte, North Carolina; Asheville; Atlanta, Georgia; Charlotte; L.A. I'm the man that's makin' it possible!" [VERSE 3] To make it out the ice cold streets of the city You gotta politic your situations like Clinton If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women So take some advice, take cash over ass When you get money you ain't gotta take shit So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick Capiche? Now you know what motivate your beetch Capiche? Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease Capiche? Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (Yah!) Got two niggas, menaging for some Louie (Yah!) Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya They in it for the money, not the swag or the features Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches Just some information for a student from a teacher Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya gone [OUTRO - Ric Flair speaking] "At Delta, the girls call me cool. At Eastern, the girls call me Slick Ric. And all the other women around the world just say... awww, there goes the man... Woo!"

This Is

GRACE JONES "Hurricane"
This is my voice My weapon of choice This is life This is life This is plate This is a cup This is a story I didn't make up This is a girl lost in the woods Some kind of wagon from some other 'hood This is a voice These are the hands This is technology Mixed with the band Are you going into the light Are you free of fear today When you lie down to sleep do you kind of float away This is life This is life Most of my crimes are of optimism 40 thousand volts of recognition They tried to strip me of dignity But I still have tenacity These are the words I didn't invent Only an attempt to say what I meant This is the paper This is the pen This is my weapon A means to an end Are you going into the desert You're out of control of your fate There are no warriors without a war So get ahead before it's too late This is life (ya'll) Lay down your spear Let go your fear Far becomes near Oh Lord This is life (hey!) This is the tree The Buddha slept under These are the clouds This is our thunder This is what makes me look up and wonder Into the eye of the wind Through the rain On to the plain This is what I'm focused on This is my head on straight This is the harness This is the bait This is me I'm flying again This is a lie Professional liar Day after day Igniting the fire This is the key This is the door Imagine the view from the basement floor (Hey!) Now you're going into the desert You're out of control of your fate Are you a slave in a chain of command Serving up another man's head This is life Lay down your spear Let go your fear Far becomes near Look out This is life Are you going into the light Are you freeing your fear today When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away This is depression It comes when you're blocking This is expression It comes when your rocking This is life This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away (This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story, this is a story I didn't make up) When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away (This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story I didn't make up) This is the world still healing This is man that's feeling This is the world still turning This is the rage still burning This is the man not learning This is life

King's Crossing

Elliot Smith "From A Basement On The Hill"
The King's Crossing was the main attraction Dominoes falling in a chain reaction The scraping subject ruled by fear he told me Whiskey works better than beer The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final And nobody gets a reprieve And every wave is tidal - if you hang around You're going to get wet I can't prepare for death any more than I already have All you can do now is watch the shells The game looks easy that's why it sells Frustrated fireworks inside your head Are going to stand and deliver talk instead The method acting that pays my bills Keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity And I get my check from the trash treasury Because I took my own insides out It don't matter cos I have no sex life All I want to do now is inject my ex wife I've seen the movie and I know what happens It's a Christmas time And the needles on the tree A skinny Santa is bringing something to me His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred And I only understand every other word 'Open your parachute and grab your gun Falling down like an omen, a setting sun Read the part and we turn out fine It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive But I don't care if I fuck up I'm going on a date with a rich white lady Ain't life great? Give me one good reason not to do it...so do it This is a place where time reverses Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses Instruments shine on a silver tray Don't let me get carried away Don't let me get carried away Don't let me be carried away

Going Bad

TECH N9NE
'Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan (1st Verse) In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain't suitable For the cuticles I'm going bad Currently I keep ending up With even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out What Tech's SINGLE is Going bad I feel like I just might Act a fool When I see ‘em Gotta a nigga Feeling petty Looking forward To perdeium I got some issues Most of these record execs Are soft as tissues Defecate on they self When they here some I'm gon get yous Understand this When a Rogue's at You're trying to hold back His dough sack And try to bozack And he go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise Let's compromise Or else I'll hop a plane With my guys QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood (Bridge) I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) No one wants to see An angel in this world In these days To them I am The epitome of evil A found soul Looking to save the lost To them I am death And of not wanting An evil man (2nd Verse) For living expenses They gave me like Thirty-five G's Picture me in a hospital Shot up With thirty I V's That's what I really needed When I found out This drama Trauma Instead of moving I should've kept all that And continued to stay With my girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm going blood crazy Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm struggling like a bad actor Gutter Living Got me sounding like The Madd Rapper The bad influence The bad apple The bad seed That's me The bad people The bad karma The bad breed Mushroom tripping Brain's a mushroom cloud Finding groupies Tugging on my zipper While I'm hanging on To my vows Demons surround me In triple Stage darkness And taunt me They know I'm the good guy Going bad So they want me All my family remembers Way back in the day I was good But they doubt now Disperse I'm going bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) To say going bad To most Ha Never been good Just getting worst Thoughts to destroy And to tear things apart Thoughts to praise Adore And to love The trick is What voice is telling you what (3rd Verse) Mind state of a pirate I'm irate Used to be cool Till some straight fool Lit the pilot Will I be that Mid-town bound In the middle of a riot Or at a wherehouse Shipping platinum Shaking hands with Violet No love for the bane False foes in the game The Qwest wreck was a shame Twas a journey full of pain But Tech N9NE will remain Hella brave And untame So make way For the reign I'm bringing Highland and Wayne No thanks to Qwest They on the receiving end Of the gun I cursed you Everytime I climb You're getting fired One by one But taking one with me Cause she knows the true meaning Of a modern day hippie Who creates jewels off mushrooms And bombs sticky HOG STYLIN' Mid West Side And Newday And King Tech & Sway These are the people keeping me alive To this day much love QD said You can't make rell With a label who let Tipper Gore talk shit And made ‘em take Ice T's cop killer Off the shelves (Bridge) I'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad So rough I'm going Bad No church I'm going Bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now (Hook-Charmelle) This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever (LeCoya LeJuene) Right now I can't distinguish Which voice I'm listening to Am I evil Or just another lost soul Going bad Or just been bad And getting worst

13 Years

Colorfinger
I woke up sweating in the sun Sprawled across my big brothers grave Shaking with drunk and sleep I crawled to my feet, walked up into the shade Of an young elm tree, Must have been planted since the last we came Vicki, My mom and me Cleaned the dirt from the plaque that said his name Walking to my girlfriends car It came back down on me Yeah I guess i fell to my knees To keep from falling face first into the dream A vision that it had Twisting out of the after afternoon sky I didn't know it then But it was 13 years to the day he died He held his hand in me Like brothers we walk (we walked) To the colorless of the world of a alcohol dream I'd talked for hours Trying to break through the silence that he held to me Then he started away, turned his head, Keep it up so you can die like me Yeah so you can die like me Ever since my brother OD'd I drifted all over from town to town to town Every place i go It's always the same I keep doing junk i keep going down Yeah, my mother got religion My sisters gave up Man, I just gave up too I just died inside Don't want to die like George Don't want to die like George Everybody says theres things to see Everybody's pointing their finger at me I woke up driving after another black out from another bad drug I can't shake this hell that i made for myself And every other life i took I see my sisters son walk the ground I walked He's only 16 If he don't learn from my mistakes He's going to waste away Going to die like me He's going to die like me He's going to die like me

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