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Paul Ellis lyrics - Carnival of Voices

Midnight Strikes Too Soon

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Cathy's hailing a cab like she's hailing a storm unto the streets of New York City ONce we're inside, it's a carnival ride that brings a white knuckle kind of dizzy She takes me up on her rooftop, framed by a backdrop of watertanks and chimneys she's wrapped round a cigarette, lecturing etiquette, while I look in the windows beneath me We took in Saturday and it was medicine and when nighttime came the skyline just swallowed the moon Cathy lays the blame on Thomas Alva Edison and 60 million lightbulbs telling New York that it's noon Ah, midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon She says, in New York City, They throw their wishes into wells 'cause you can't see a star, unless one hit you when it fell -- And if even you caught one, I say, Who could you tell in this whole damn town who'd believe you? She smiled like a cat would to a pigeon on the roof She says, I look into windows for universal truths and we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred proof But if Orion fell, she said, I'd tell you The view from her roof could make your head just spin it was like holding up the world in a tablespoon and we drank it down,m every light in town like the sweetest, kindest medicine I made my wish on a satellite dish but still midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Cathy never seems to slow down she's a hurricane working a skyscraper town she laughs at me, says I'm suburban bound but the truth is I live on a highway I come to this city for the solace of her roof Every window tells a story in cold hard truth as the world spins beneath me, I ask it for proof That I'm living my life in my own way or will time just have its own say Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon Midnight strikes too soon

Hustle Town

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Hustle Town"
[SPM talking] Eh he he he he Hustle Town my city maan! Born and raised baby Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers Raisin' men in a big city I know it's hard Let 'em know what's up Filero [Verse 1: Filero] I sell drugs with thugs Hittin' licks off tricks Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday So scared for me to walkâ¦. Memory lane But Mom don't worry my teck protect well I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell But my heart been broke from the start Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park So I wrote the book How to pimp hoes and kick do's And if I kill well than that's just how the shit go Pull yo strap What am I supposed to sweat This the third time today that I come close to death [Chorus: SPM] Hustle Town Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood And we serve them dope fiends Hustle Town The shit don't stop Roll rental cars And we keep the glock cocked Hustle Town The city of dreams Where we creep through the hood And we serve them dope fiends Hustle Town The shit don't stop Roll rental cars And we keep the glock cocked [Verse 2: SPM] Set 'em up Wet 'em up Etceteras Tell ya treasura Empty the regista Shit serious I'll give ya life a period Well here he is The kid with experience Don't start shit Mistake me for an artist Flash in the dark Someone tell 'em where his heart is Blue light Who die Tonight Maybe over two dice Maybe cause he blew fry On top of ya With the Hillwood Mafia Hard hittin' hustlas Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge While my shit be flawless Dope House Records step into my office [Chorus: SPM] [Lord Loco talking] It's ya boy Lord Loco Know what I'm talkin' bout Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM There's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin' What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los [Verse 3: SPM] Jackin' jaws I'm packin' balls Smoke and split I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac Competition ha ha You muthafuckas make me laugh You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits I fight devils like you wit a crucifix Ruthless shit With a shotty Take ya body Gun Kung Fu Mixed wit AK Karate I'm sorry but you the past like Atari As I smoke like Marley Stay Brown like Charlie [Chorus: SPM]

Southern California Wants To Be Western New York

Dar Williams "Mortal City"
There's a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake, Yeah it's out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidwalks shake. And there's another part of the country with a land that gently creaks and thuds, Where the heavy snows make faucets leak in bathrooms with free-standing tubs. They're in houses that are haunted, the with kids who lie awake and think about All the generations past who used to use that dripping sink. And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see What it's like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey, She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork, Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York. It wants to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools, It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel, And it wants to find the glory of a town they say has hit the skids, And it wants to have a snow day that will turn its parents into kids, And it's embarrassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair who is Taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear. And southern California says to save a place, I'll meet you there, And it tried to pack up its Miata, all it could fit was a prayer, Sometimes the stakes are bogus, sometimes the fast lane hits a fork, Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York. Tempe, Arizona thinks the Everglades are greener and wetter, And Washington, D. C. thinks that Atlanta integrated better, But I think that southern California has more pain that we can say, Cause it wants to travel back in time, but it just can't leave L. A. But now I hear they've got a theme park planned, designed to make you gasp and say, Oh, I bet that crumbling mill town was a booming mill town in its day, And the old investors scoff at this, but the young ones hope they'll take a chance, And they promise it will make more dough than Mickey Mouse in northern France, And the planners planned an opening day, a town historian will host, And the waitresses look like waitresses who want to leave for the west coast. And they'll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad, They'll have hundred year old plumbing and the family you never had, And a Hudson River clean-up concert and a bundle-bearing stork, And I hear they've got a menu planned, it's trés western New York.

New York City

NORAH JONES "New York City"
I can't remember what I planned tomorrow I can't remember when it's time to go When I look in the mirror Tracing lines with a pencil I remember what came before I wanted to think there was endless love Until I saw the light dim in your eyes In the dead of the night I found out Sometimes there's love that won't survive New York City Such a beautiful disease New York City Such a beautiful, Such a beautiful disease Laura kept all her disappointments Locked up in a box behind her closet door She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder With no way out from the family store We all told her things could get better When you just say goodbye I'll lay awake one more night Caught in a vision I want to deny And did I mention the note that I found Taped to my locked front door It talked about no regrets As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor I rode the train for hours on end And watched the people pass me by It could be that it has no end Just an action junkie's lullaby New York City We were full of the stuff that every dream rested As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky Caught up in the whole illusion That dreams never pass us by Came to a tattoed conclusion That the big one was knocking on the door What started as a mass delusion Would take me far from the place I adore New York City

Welcome To New York City

CAM'RON "Come Home With Me"
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor to splore It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam ([Cam:] Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, make wanna mold the cycle Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice In front of sparks, body cops Dilano Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort Jay puff shine, cases was caught Midnight pick fights, they love a victim Watch him fore he watch you, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, you from two-one Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one [Jay-Z] Coverage I synethestry Got rise from defending me Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said 'Is this that thug, from the kit kat club' But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up [Cam'Ron] Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug, You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love And we won't stop til I get back blood Holla at em Hov [Jay-Z] I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, holla, Dash Get the fuck off our dicks I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City!

Welcome To New York

JAY-Z
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the ford explorer It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rugged game attender With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin center At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender Match the spike and the pen left to write I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam'ron] Ya damn right [Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown Wig split, melon crack

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