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MODEST MOUSE lyrics - The Moon and Antarctica

Third Planet

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Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over My boss just quit the job says he's goin?out to find blind spots and he'll do it The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an eye in the sky that can't be stopped When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that eyes hand Your heart felt good it was drippin?pitch and made of wood And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me Well, outside naked, shiverin' looking blue, from the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon Baby come angels fly around you, reminding you we used to be three and not just two And that's how the world began And that's how the world will end Well, a third had just been made and we were swimming in the water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and another had been found another ocean on the planet given that our blood is just like the Atlantic And how The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were

What You Need? (Dopeman '97)

MACK 10 "Based On A True Story"
When ever you short, and times get hard Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard And if dope money ain't good, well how come it spends I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends It ain't hard to tell, thanks to my clientele What you call the root of evil Got a nigga livin' swell I keep the spot rollin' Unless I can't up in a raid But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid Nigga what you want? What you need? I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty Bullshit walks money talks It's all about the dough Don't be mad at me foe hustlin' That's all a nigga know Chorus: (Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed (Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock I done came up dog, I got a big body coupe Cause I take my caviar and I scretch it with woop Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove Nigga get yo work from me cause I give the hommie love On tripple beam skales you name it I sells I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage And since I'm headed O.T. Pick me on my sky page Chorus Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi Water get you so high niggas think they can fly I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh So I keep the tech ready do blast cause I will And extra jug to embombthe first nigga that I kill So miss me with that bullshit fool don't even trip My jugs already full and my sticks already diped So come trough the spot if not spend money when you can Cause when it comes to narcotics call Mack the dopeman Now woop woop look at me all in the S coupe Ballin' like I'm playin' hoop and I'm straight sellin loop Chorus: (Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed (Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed (Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please) Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed (Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees) Bitch tell me what you need, tell me what you need (Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please) Mack 10 to the rescue (X3) Bitch you ain't get no motherfuck... not a motherfuckin thang from me Now get

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

Baby, It's Cold Outside

JAMES TAYLOR "James Taylor At Christmas"
I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out Ahh, but it's cold outside C'mon baby I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Ahh, but it's cold outside Baby it's cold outside Brr its cold... It's cold out there Cant you stay awhile longer baby Well... I really shouldn't... alright Make it worth your while baby Ahh, do that again...

The Lamia

GENESIS "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway"
Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. He writes Death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. He moves to the corner where the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy. The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near, He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye. He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. It is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples. Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed. Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of - Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards Rael. Each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. His horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome. The Lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more. Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool. Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine. They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken. Distraught with helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. In a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to leave his lovers' nest. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'. Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

Green River

JOHN FOGERTY "The Long Road Home"
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, y'all. Let me remember things I love. Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bullfrog callin' me, oh. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water, Shoo fly, dragonfly, get back t'mother. Pick up a flat rock; skip it across Green River. Well! Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, With flat-car riders and cross-tie walkers. Old Cody, Junior took me over, Said, "You're gonna find the world is smold'rin', And if you get lost, come on home to Green River." Well! Come on home.

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