LIONEL RICHIE lyrics - Encore

Brick House

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Chorus: She's a brick----house Mighty might just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick----house The lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back. She's a brick----house She's the one, the only one, who's built like a amazon [pronounced am-a-ka-zawn] We're together everybody knows, and here's how the story goes. 1. She knows she got everything a woman needs to get a man, yeah. How can she lose with what she use 36-24-36, what a winning hand! Chorus 2. The clothes she wears, the sexy ways, make an old man wish for younger days She knows she's built and knows how to please Sure enough to knock a man to his knees Chorus Bridge Shake it down, shake it down now (repeat)

I See You Baby

GROOVE ARMADA
This is the house that funk built- Groove Armada style. Alright im checkin' all ya'll i can see, man i see you sittin' around But we ain't gonna have none of that this evening, child That's right, Don't be lookin' at me like that You see my name is Grandma Funky ya, Funky if ya nasty darlin' And ya.. gots to be nasty But see i need a lil' more volume, You know what im sayin' Gimme volume on the everything cos i want you to hear me, i want to hear myself, i want the worrrld Check it out Watcha all got for Grandma Funk, and my gram babies So get ready to get down, get funky, get loose Chorus: I see you baby Shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass Chorus (x4) Whooaa! Close your eyes... and get sexy with it Whoooa! I know ya'll know what im talking about, don't be lookin' at me like that now, I see ya Come on, I see ya Get busy with it, shake it all down Chorus (x2) Shakin' that ass... Shake it all down... Oh this party got it goin' on.. Whoo! Chorus (x4) This is the house that funk built... Groove Armada style

Snap Your Fingers Snap Your Neck

GRINSPOON
This is the house that funk built- Groove Armada style. Alright im checkin' all ya'll i can see, man i see you sittin' around But we ain't gonna have none of that this evening, child That's right, Don't be lookin' at me like that You see my name is Grandma Funky ya, Funky if ya nasty darlin' And ya.. gots to be nasty But see i need a lil' more volume, You know what im sayin' Gimme volume on the everything cos i want you to hear me, i want to hear myself, i want the worrrld Check it out Watcha all got for Grandma Funk, and my gram babies So get ready to get down, get funky, get loose Chorus: I see you baby Shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass Shakin' that ass Chorus (x4) Whooaa! Close your eyes... and get sexy with it Whoooa! I know ya'll know what im talking about, don't be lookin' at me like that now, I see ya Come on, I see ya Get busy with it, shake it all down Chorus (x2) Shakin' that ass... Shake it all down... Oh this party got it goin' on.. Whoo! Chorus (x4) This is the house that funk built... Groove Armada style

Grandpa Was A Carpenter

JOHN PRINE "Sweet Revenge"
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner Nearly every day No particular reason He just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest And both his wingtip shoes He built a closet on our back porch And put a penny in a burned out fuse. Chorus: Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses stores and banks Chain smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level And shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'Cause Lincoln won the war. Well, he used to sing me Blood on the Saddle And rock me on his knee And let me listen to radio Before we got T.V. Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday And take me with him too! Stained glass in every window Hearing aids in every pew. Repeat Chorus: Now my grandma was a teacher Went to school in Bowling Green Traded in a milking cow For a Singer sewing machine She called her husband Mister And walked real tall and pride And used to buy me comic books After grandpa died. Repeat Chorus:

The Mayor And The Crook

AESOP ROCK "Float"
No more pencils no more books I built the city out one brick I had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now let's build Every tenderfoot cadet better they be slit-throat percentages Chicken penmanship tied the thirteenth knot (Hangman) I arrange panoramics of a plastic catalogue And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes And she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed The devil tree penciled me in but I slept thick through my alarm sock Slick Willy hid in the barn while farmer charmed the crops And I'm a warden My tongue is full of glass Because I promised my friend I'd chew up the bottle If he truly drank the poison I'm alienating the mating man to the high ride, base tied Face mine's and make God clones We can manufacture medicine Cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector) My destinies resting with red worms chewin" off the carcass anyway Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray By the way if that diamond ring don't shine That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't neglect the sentiment I'll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker [Chorus] If I botched the operation I apologize (sorry) The air's rooted in carbon I'm but a mortal archer parked in amber waves of starlets I'm fresh out of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum Cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles Let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle Well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings When a noble's demoted hope it don't sucker-punch the colony But when the catapult releases lease your claims behind the bunker And fasten stinger pageant results to the public eye (glory hunter) Is it genuine enough to feel baby felon Negotiate comradery of wills Hows this my little loom Perv surgeon with dirty dominion monitor boxes Hovering inches 'bove pertinent urchin toxins Now y'all ain't excused from table side Till the dinner plates fly Slurping' liquid happy citzen enhancer I got this slicky sycamore head shaker Mimic stitch and splinter entry Thereby filtering citizens hit-man prior to acts descending (tight) Cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison Captive, passive spring loaded serenity I'm trying to give this city acupuncture Shovin one-way pins in subway systems Stand up where I'm layin, now that a runway vic (push) Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship See every now and again I love life but hate to admit it Cause it spreads the jinx on a sleeping cynic [Chorus] I'm quadruple six plus scruples category mayhem stems So one overlooked the scene including loopholes When Christ studies the return ramifications I'll burn the campus to impress him Then rock like medusa glances You ran the final mile before the blanks blow Home alone sippin beetle juice Just to numb and then shimmy the needles loose I built a castle out of fifty-two cards Plus jokers with an image Modern theory jars us while remaining harnessed to the vintage I'm mad at how far this is dishonoring Occam's Razor But it seemed so being fatigued knuckle work (labor) I've patched the little leakage in the shell around my greed In case Tommy Turbulence located the matrix then impedes ...

Masterpiece Of Loneliness

John Waite "Figure in a Landscape"
Well I come home in the evening To the same old house alone And in the silence of these empty rooms I take shelter from the storm But I brought a paint box And some brushes to pass the time Since you've been gone It's a portrait of a broken man And the colors always run A figure in a landscape It's a work of art, you'll see A figure in a landscape It's a masterpiece of loneliness, that's me Well I climb the stairs in this haunted house To find your spirit everywhere With the bright stars on the rooftops And my old friend the moon is there But I can't quite get the colors right See I'm reaching for the deepest blue It's a one man show, I'm free again But still belong to you Chorus And I stand there in the kitchen light With your ghost and memories Got what I wanted I got my freedom But I miss you still Chorus

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