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STEVIE NICKS lyrics - Trouble In Shangri-La

Sorcerer

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I'm tired I'm thirsty I'm wild-eyed In my misery Timeless in your finery It's a high price For your luxury [Chorus:] Sorcerer Who is the master A man and woman on a star stream In the middle of a snow dream Sorcerer Show me the high life Come over Let me put you on ice All around black ink darkness And who found lady from the mountains All around black ink darkness And who found lady from the mountains Lady from the mountains I'm tired I need you badly I'm wild-eyed In my misery Timeless in your finery It's a high price For your luxury [Chorus]

Until We Fall

AUDIOSLAVE "Revelations"
I walk the streets where I regret, ah-ah-ah I stood along and watched myself fall apart And said the voices in my head, ah-ah-ah Slipped through the chain link of a broken heart And when I'm tired of feeling black Spread the wings upon your back Take us high above it all Stroke your feathers 'til we fall back down again, ah-ah-ah But everything that sounded good, ah-ah-ah I understand that I'll be misunderstood And when I'm tired of feeling black Spread the wings upon your back Take us high above it all Stroke your feathers 'til we fall Until we fall, until we fall back down again Yeah, back down again What do you feel before you think? What do you see before you blink? Who do you battle in your dreams? Who strokes your feathers 'til you scream? And when I'm tired of feeling black Spread the wings upon your back Take us high above it all And stroke your feathers 'til we fall Until we fall, until we fall back down again Yeah, back down again

Off That

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 3"
Welcome to the Future, Blue Print 3 Ay count me in Find me a nice soft place to land I'm so high Find me a place to land, Yeah right there, I'm so tomorrow, The Audemars are yesterday, Which means your on time delay, So even if I slow it doooown, My sound is fast forward, hold up I'm just a runway show But I wear this on my plane in my runway clothes, Cashmere sweats they come out next year But these my last year sweats, And my hoe so sick, your new chick cant f-ck with my old b-tch, And you know this sh-t, I'm professional, they know this is, I just may let you borrow this, This the blueprint n-gga follow this, This what what tomorrow is, Welcome to tomorrow b–tch, [Drake - Chorus] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that, Always wanna fight in the club and we off that, But you can’t bring the future back, Ya'll steady chasing the fame we off that, Oversized clothes and chains we off that, N-gga still making it rain and we off that, Cos you can’t bring the future back, Tell n-ggas top get off me, Cris we off that, Timbs we off that, Rims we off that, [Jay-Z] Yeah We off that is you still on that, If you still making money cos we still on that, This ain’t black versus white my n-gga we off that, Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back, Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls, Its 2010 not 1864 , Ah yeh we come so far, So I drive around town hard top and its off Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art And my high yellow broad Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate Say whats up to to chris, Ah, hows that for a mix, Got a black president, Got green presidents, Blueprints in my white ipod, Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, My God, Ah we aint tripping off that, Its a benetton ad, n-gga been up off that [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I dont give a fidduuck, abiddout the widday, You used to move, what you used to do, And I dont give a fidduuck abiddout the b-tches That you used to screw What your future do, And we don’t really care what you used to say, Unless that affects your future pay, Im on the practice field running two a day, So I don’t drop the ball when its threw my way, So I don’t a fidduck abiddout the sh-t that You probably did, Who you probably is, The only time I deal in past tense Is i’m past rims, And i’m past tints, If you driving it I drove it, You got it cos I sold it, You copped it and I bought it back, And we don’t give a fidduck n-gga we off that. [Chorus]

Unholy Forces Of Evil

I'mmortal (Immortal) "Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism"
[Music: Demonaz, Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] Slowly crossing as red rivers runs below Forever passing where the darkness lies unknown Where soulwinds burns my eyes Where shadows of lost life hides Enter the centers of darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found Sacrifices as old as the earth We cut the living flesh Circles of the deepest black throned A promise of the darkest blood found Unholy forces of evil Unholy forces of hell An mayhemic silence floats We await our signs of death our circle gathered Ceremonial powers belong to us A goat baptized in fire We dance the circle dance on thorns Awaiting the sign of the horns A thousand black clouds storms Blasphemous Northern rites Mysticism touched Pentagrams burning Into the centers of darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found The unholy forces of evil Served upon our diabolical souls Cults of death bathed in slaught As the devils candles burns Into the dark skies Floating with the soulwinds of the pentagram To the deathlights where the North star awaits

Save The Children

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Verse 1:] It's all a hidden history, and mysteries I see vividly, hysteria Cause misery on the interior Shit gets more scarier, I'm never in fear Just a little inferior in some areas But I share, wisdom with Sumerian's Somewhere we in the place Peace means harmony, not war and armory But fuck that, cock your gun back This survival of the fittest Some cats get boxed in where they litter These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the track Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream When actually reality ain't what it really seem And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being By eighteen, pockets healthy green What the fuck is twelve beams? I need the cake and cream The stakes is high like fiends off a dream Jet streaming having cuisine With the best season since the vet season Carry a vest, you know the reason I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes The chicken strip teasers Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage She even lick it down to the bone marrow She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow [Bridge:] They ain't tryna' see me in the battle The lines is too narrow They couldn't even outshine my shadow They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle They just living out the saddle, so sad though [Hook - Sample:] Black in public, black democrats Black educator, black entertainer Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling Save the chil [repeated] [Verse 2:] Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I'm over-throat And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones Low but keep them L's high, legends live long And we gon' be forever, this for the Era They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whatever Why do they sweat us? Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us They don't know better than the worst case I be headed for first place Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions But I to had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin' Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin' [Hook - Sample]

Cherchez La Femme

GLORIA ESTEFAN "Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me"
Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady two months ago Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't, oh, oh, never, nooo He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honey Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine Oh ain't it crazy baby, hey Guess you could say hey, hey This man has learned his lesson, oh hey Now he's alone He's got no woman and no home For misery, oh, oh Cherchez la femme Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset She's sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is oooh So her noble man says, Baby I understand, oh my honey Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars Oh ain't crazy baby Now she complains That her man is never present, no She goes next door, I know that she's just playing the whore Hey for misery (my friend) Cheechez la femme They tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey baby Love you one second and hate the next one Oh ain't it crazy, yeah All I can say , ay, hey, og one thing I am certain, oh, oh They're all the same, all the sluts and the saints For misery (my friend), Cherchez la femme

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