KING CRIMSON lyrics - Islands

Ladies Of The Road

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A flower lady's daughter As sweet as holy water Said: I'm the school reporter Please teach me , well I taught her. Two fingered levi'd sister Said, Peace , I stopped I kissed her. Said, I'm a male resister , I smiled and just unzipped her. High diving chinese trender Black hair and black suspender Said, Please me no surrender Just love to feel your Fender . All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples you stole in your youth. All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth. Stone-headed Frisco spacer Ate all the meat I gave her Said would I like to taste hers And even craved the flavour Like marron-glaced fish bones Oh lady hit the road! All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples you stole in your youth. All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth.

What Means The World To You (Remix)

CAM'RON "Intro"
[Ludacris] Track Mas-ter-rrrah! What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L [Cam'Ron] Uhh, uhh What mean the world to me? When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's Stop comin to my crib with your period Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak I like when her man find out, wanna call Cam's house Laugh when he went for me; I tell him Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife but do me a favor, dog Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle Listen you would too, if you knew what this game would do to you Been in this shit, two years Boo Look at all the bullshit I been through So called beef with you know who (who?) But I got macs, gats Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww) [Ludacris] Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world Ludacris and a couple a girls You find a brotha runnin up in the girls I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls I get late - think I'm up with the girls? Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body What means the world to me? A little head preferably, so I express this verbally And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high And it really mean the world to me if I live my life, stay black and die [??] Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo What mean the world to me? Gettin money fuckin girls for free On the corner hustlin from twelve to three Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh Bottle up, it'll sell for three Two for five, sound well to me My coke so good have them fiends outside on line from twelve to three (uh-huh) And everything'll stop in the winter when I cop in the winter Come to your block in a drop in the winter Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh Post on your block with the glock with the cops And the shit'll still pop in the winter {*chorus*} [Cam] What mean the world to you? [Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!) [Cam] What mean the world to you? [Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!) [Cam] What mean the world to you? [Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!) [Cam] What mean the world to you? [Cam] Ladies? (HO!) [Trina] Fellas (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) [Pimp C] Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp? My paper, steak and shrimp My bitches on the track For they daddy, bringin it back Pussy is still the best thing going I got a hoe like Jesse Owens I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh Platinum with the twenty inches Instrument to get the bitches Comin down, prancin 'round Gettin my dick sucked in every town Sweet Jones, fuck the clone Rippin wood, in the Brougham Bitch I got some game to sell and only money make my dick swell Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones [Bun B] Man, now what mean the world to me? Well, to me man, the world is mean Cause a - mean world is the only world that a mean man like me just care for seein Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak The average Bun B Texas loc' The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic Bless the scene, look for the dyke I get a letter and know that we better Hit the hotel, do what I like What's that? Find a fresh one take it in Strip it, flip it, break it in My pimp game is rock solid There's no way for you to bring fakin in Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts And when they go off they make a lotta noise And I can't think of no prouder joys than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit That's what the world mean to me mayn Tell me what the world mean to you, huh That's what the world mean to me mayn Tell me what the world mean to you, huh [Trina] I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer With the diamond bangles like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin When it comes to the figures I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion the Bentley and the keys to the boat I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle {*chorus*} [Cam] What means the world to me? [Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!) [Pimp] What mean the world to Pimp? [Trina] Marble floors, platinum beds [Cam] What means the world to you? [Trina] Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread [Cam] What means the world to you? [Cam] Ladies? (HO!) [Trina] Fellas (OW!) ¡¡

On The Road To Kingdom Come

HARRY CHAPIN "On the Road to Kingdom Come"
The Smoke Witch says - Wahoo! And the Wise Man says - Me too! And the Guru says - Wazoo! So do what you do! The priests stand in their pulpits The Pope sits on his throne The parishes are empty The choirboys on their own Until the Second Coming They're leaving us alone And God in his Heaven Has decided to keep mum Cause He's just another traveller On the Road to Kingdom Come. Pity Mr. President He can't do a thing He says everywhere he went We tried to make him sing Our lonely White House resident Says we should have made him King Maybe then he could have saved us From the truth we were hiding from But he was just another traveller On the Road to Kingdom Come. The General's in the game room But his Soldier won't salute Ever since he was promoted He can't pop his chute His shrink says he is paranoid 'Bout communistic roots So unfurl the flag boys Start beating his drum Yes we've got to get another straggler On the Road to Kingdom Come. Wow! The lead Singers raucous As he screams out the truth Then the band hold a caucus And decides to sell their youth Our Manager will hawk us As along as we're uncouth We'll call it revolution But we'll crank out Bubble Gum Can't you see we're all just travellers On the Road to Kingdom Come. Grampa swung into the orgy It was his last hope He was dressed to the nines In deodorant and Scope He found him a woman She brought Vaseline and soap Well it started out exciting But it ended up ho hum She said - I thought that you could take me All the way to Kingdom Come. So Billy sells hot sermons And cold wars through the mails While Mr. Big is selling out His business never fails King Kennedy like Chaucer's Chasing Canterbury Tales And my brain is still a virgin Though the rest of me's well done And I know we're all just travellers On the Road to Kingdom Come When all is said and done Just another one.

Black Cloud

CRAZY TOWN "Gift Of Game"
Now people say I'm jinxed. I got some kind of voodoo hex. Life is so complex. There's no telling what can happen next. Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head. It imbeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead. The smarter brother knows To keep his foes close. And I'm the type of brother That's smarter than most. A cold hearted overdose Of lyrical antidotes. The cure to make sure My karma can't take me down. Up to the same old tricks. I wonder if I'll stick around. Is a penny really lucky If you find it on the ground What's the problem with this town I can't figure it out. My karma's crashing down In the form of a black cloud. [CHORUS:] I've got a little black cloud That follows me. Everywhere I go, It takes over me. [X2] I'm sick. I've got a real ill disposition. My intentions are pure But there's a cure for my condition. My decisions Put me in the wrong positions. Chasing pipe dreams Of fame and recognition. The Epic. Not only a name, A definition. My game remains no matter the pain. I stay the charmer. The Don of Karma. I navigate it like the Dalai Lama I ain't a saint. But I've got Joi de vie And I'm the one to blame If the cloud rains on me. I can't complain about it Or even let regret Provoke the energy it takes For me to get upset. A bad boy since birth So I can't forget What goes around Comes around And it ain't got me yet. I've gotten wise in my age And tamed the threat of my rage. I've got a lot to learn And I've got money to spend. To pretend is reaping more Than sewing ever could mend. [CHORUS] Trade my torches for a dime The pressure's fading away now Black cloud's lifted for the light The pressure's fading away now. A thousand cigarettes Won't change the way we feel. The pressure's fading now Can you bare the thought of knowing truth Knowing truth. I was rapping in the rain, Hoping that my luck would change. And if there's any truth To all those old sayings. Cuz if I killed a spider, Would my house catch on fire If I walked under a ladder Would it matter I tend to laugh When black cats cross my path. Break mirrors in half Just to test the aftermath Now here comes rain. I project my pain. Trying to make sense Of these crazy things. I'm a diamond in the rough. Could I suffer enough I'm getting high for a living, Not giving a fuck. These hard times got me stuck. Stuck in a jam I'm the monkey on your back And the crack in the dam. Disastrous Took time to master this. And the past Is just a map to capture this. In the darkness. I'm forced to adapt to this. I would change the past If I could have one wish.

New Religion (A Dialogue Between The Ego And The Alter Ego)

DURAN DURAN "Arena"
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime. Come on, it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things Telling me not there man, it's no go (Don't go there boy) I need a reason (I can't think without one now) Too much learning got to show Call it treason (Maybe catch her don't know how) Too many things too much to know I'll bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind. Lady screaming, lady leave me out 'cause sometimes people stare (Sitting down, electric chair) And steaming crowds they gather and they shout Don't know why this evil bothers me (Take another chance boy carry the fight You can take him if you're fast) So why is he trying to follow me? (Didn't I say if you're holdin' on You'd be laughing at the last) How many reasons do they need? (I get along fine with them friends of mine, But you have to make a choice) I might just believe this time (You're singing out of tune, but the beats in time. And it's us who make the noise) I'm talking for free. I can't stop myself, It's a new religion I've something to see, I help myself, It's a new religion Okay my reasoning might be clouded by the sun But someone sees the departmental lie You know this peacetime (jabbing fist in, stabbing knife) Only get one look before you die Gotta take pay from the saints 'n' sinners, in regulation hats 'n scarves 'n things Walking in formation down the lane. They carry their cross make a church bell ring Army majors pull a mean cool truth, they're a-lying in the swimming pool Searching for the undeniable truth, that a man is just a fool

White Man In Hammersmith Palais

311
Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun

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