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MEN AT WORK lyrics - Cargo

High Wire

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Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain thats in my head Sometimes I don't know which way to go Sometimes I can't tell, but it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire High wire Oh won't someone let me in I'm stinking and I'm full of gin No need to close the door so fast I'm very fragile not built to last Sometimes I don't know which way to go Soetimes I can't tell But it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire Diving through the ring of fire High wire Have to pull it together We're in for some stormy weather Have to pull it together We're in for some nasty weather High wire, high wire It really isn't too much fun Sitting round waiting for the night to come It's almost time to put on my suit of cool I may be an idiot but indeed I am no fool Sometimes I don't know which way to go Someties I can't tell but it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire

Above My Floor

AER "Aer"
[Chorus - Dave:] I never wanna know ya I think I see him walking Collide with the ghost above my floor High, headed up the corner I think I see him walking Say hi to the ghost I won’t become [Verse 1 - Carter:] He and I could fight all night But he is me, so get this right I’m torn inside but act so bright And who to be i can’t decide So I’ll roll the rest up, rid the pressure Diesel from forty, on top the dresser Inhale the smoke, I’ll clean the mess up Opaque hope, extreme measures Indulge in all types of pleasures Don’t talk to him I can explain it much better Imma medicate myself if I want to Not a level head and will say anything bout you Looking in the mirror finding someone to shout to The answer’s in the haze so I’ll figure it out soon I’m keeping up cuz I’m fast learner Tryna disregard my evil as the worlds turnin The ego in each of us wants to eat through the furnace And then heat up your house and just laugh it off as it’s burning [Chorus - Dave] [Verse 2 - Carter:] I’ve learned to pick quality over quantity When does confident become cocky? What if i told you that’s not me Hiding behind expensive liquor and kawasakis The diamond’s getting bigger I’m in the rough of the rockies Power trippin, tricked into giving the guy who brought me What he deserves, been on my nerves Despite it all i can find the courage I’m high in attic, so close to the angels But he’s in the basement playing games with the devil I’m tryna get out and see the world from all angles He only wants to stay in and polish up all his medals Spun out in the city makes it hard to say I’m stable Ain’t giving up for nothing no homie I won’t settle Crumbs crushed up on the old wooden table High above the problems is me having my head up

Well All Rite Cha

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Redman) [Method Man] Hydro... indo... (buddha!) Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo! I need some brown weed (lady) all day I need some brown weed (jenny) I need some cut (lady, lady) Now these doors don't open, til after dark And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts (Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten Right before the fun was about to begin) Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing* [Redman] Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me (Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you) Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P. To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three (Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high.. (So high..) so high.. so high.. [Method Man] Air it out Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck! Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather [Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I. Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition! [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Doc up in the house (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Hot Nix up in the house (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha) [Redman] Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception B-Boys gather around and act p-noid Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' for the barrel bonds (Am I on) Tical, you're on Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on [Method Man] Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt MC, with a social disease, and get it first Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger Remember me (The field nigga!) Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!) Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays they come with batteries included, in wicked ways [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo [R] Is Funk Diggy in the house (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha) [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha) cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... [fades in and out before end]

When I'm High

ANDREW W.K. "Close Calls With Brick Walls"
When I'm Riding... Well, I Can Tell From The Road Ahead That The Road Is Long And When I'm Flying... Well, I Can Tell From The Way It Feels That It Can't Be Wrong Woah You Can't Tell Me 'Bout The Way It Was And You Can't Show Me What A Real Man Does But I Can See What You Do With My Eye When I'm High... Well, I Can See Myself And Not Know Where I Am And When I'm Dying... Well, I Can Loose My Breathe And Still Have Full Command Woah You Can't See Me Like The Way I Can You're Talking To Me But You Never Listen, Man And I Won't To Listen To The Way You Were Or Why You Had To Do It Like You Did To Her I'm Hanging By A Thread From The Fabric Of The Open Sky When I'm High... When I'm Lying... Well, I Don't Claim To Speak Your Truth Or Keep Your Peace And That Confirms I Never Knew Your Disbelief And Now You See Me Where I Stand With Your Bride When I'm High...

I Hang On To My Vertigo

Hine Rupert
A bat on the edge With a bad mind Privately found The best release I know Some way to let go I hang on to my vertigo I hang on A slow death ahead Is a sad slide Perfectly formed To feel a fall like lead A balcony for my bed I hang on to my vertigo I hang on Spinning alone I look down I'm unshy on the skyline Hiding at home Don't you feel low Wasting your breath And your friends' time Up, oh I want to be alone Me on a high wire A cat on the ledge With a bad sign Secretly dead It's good to look down A one way view and so I hang on to my vertigo I hang on Spinning alone I look down I'm unshy on the skyline Hiding at home Don't you feel low Wasting your breath And your friends' time Up, oh I want to be alone Me on a high wire Up, oh I want to be alone Me on a high wire I'm over your head

Dick Cavett Tv Interview (1970)

JANIS JOPLIN "From the Soundtrack of the Motion Picture Janis"
Janis it's a shame you couldn't do an up tune for us but I liked that one. Later in the show. Yeah, maybe later we'll be talking too. You're really shot after, after a number, let alone a whole evening I would think. Yeah, yeah. You tell me you kind of collapse after a show ? Well, I'm used to it because I'm so turned on by doing one that it's hard to do, it's hard to stop after one to tell you the truth, because it just makes you wanna do more. Your engine is revved up ? Yeah, sort of! I know all the hip expressions, you see. Your engine is revved up. You're a real swinger, I can tell by your shoes, man! Wait a minute, Janis, Janis. These were good enough for my grand-father, they're good enough for me. I had a lot of trouble, last week I, er, it wasn't that tune, we opened with another tune and I tore a muscle. I heard about this. You tore a mussel somewhere near Maryland. Er ... It was closer to home than that! Well, er ... But I played forty minutes, man! I did forty minutes! Yeah, but how do you, how do you tear a muscle singing, was it from the exhaustion or ... No, I went ... like that. You actually, literally tore a muscle ... I mean like that ... Every time, it hurt. Could you feel it go ? Yeah. Phew! Yeah. What do they do, do they set a muscle or do they tape you up or something ? They told me to keep still. Janis you wrote that tune that you were just singing like we just agreed to ask about. You er, you wrote the first tune, right ? I wrote the first tune. It's, er, yes I did, it's about men. It's about men. It's a little hard to tell what it was about 'cause I was standing over there where the sound is a little distorted. Well in my story that's what it is anyway. Yeah. D'you ever see those mule carts ? Yeah. They, er, there's a dumb mule on there right and a long stick with a string and a carrot, and it hangs over the mule's nose, and it runs after it all day long. Some ... Who is the man in this, in this parable, the mule, or the person holding the carrot ? No, the woman is the, is the mule. Chasing something that somebody's holds her way. Constantly chasing her man ... Yeah. ... who always eludes her. Well, they always hold something more than they're prepared to give. I have to defend my entire sex, ladies and gentlemen! The burden of the defense. Go right ahead! Well, one-arm wrestling I can take you two out of three. I hope so. Do you, er, do you actually sit down when you get up in the morning and, and write out a song, or do you . . . When you say you write it, you compose it you write it on a paper. You just make it up, I don't write songs, I make them up. They don't exist on paper your songs, don't they ? Sometimes I just write down the words so I don't forget 'em, but I mean I don't write songs, that's a whole different concept. I just make 'em up. Yeah. Did you ever get back to Port Arthur, Texas ? No, but I'm going back next in August, man. And guess what I'm doin' ? I don't know. I'm going to my 10th annual High School Reunion. Oh! Oh! Take movies and bring 'em back to show us, will you ? Hey would you like to go ? Well, I don't remember, I don't have any friends in your high school class. I don't either. I don't either, believe me. You don't either ? It's hard going, man! Weren't you a kind of a, weren't you kind of a business administration major or something in high school. No, it's something in your past. You were ... No, I worked. Yeah. But a high school major in Art does have plenty of time. Yeah. And do you think you'll have a lot to say to your old high-school classmates ? I don't have a lot, man. You were not surrounded by friends in high school ? They laughed me out of class, out of town, and out of state, man. Hmm ... Somethin' goin' on. Thank you. Thank you.

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