THE JEZABELS lyrics - The Brink

No Country

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I heard there was a kind of tree releasing spores, That could enslave a mind, to follow secret laws. He came home one day and he was changed for good. Now he'll never walk, under sycamore. I love you like we're in the movies. I got a Cold War fascination. Blooming with the day she was. He said "I won't dirty you when I'm making love." He don't realise. He don't realise. I love you like we're in the movies. I got a pirate fascination. Blooming at the gate she was. But Uncle Johnny, I don't see a way out, It's like a roller coaster going round and round in my childhood holiday, But there all in chains: My mama's in chains, My daddy's in chains, My brother's in chains, Sister: chains, Julietta: chains, Julianna: chains, Frida: chains. I heard there was some kind of lost metropolis That could enslave a mind, to harbour Secret fears. I gotta get paid; gotta get made of make-believe, 'Cause there is no country for young men like me. I love you starlight, Hold tight, when you're seeing red, But it's alright, put my head under the bed. And singing me to sleep, she was, but they're all in chains: My mama's in chains, My daddy's in chains, My brother's in chains, Sister: chains, Julietta: chains, Julianna: chains, Frida: chains. Guess there is no country for young men, No country for young men, No country for young men like you. I bet you're at some kind of party. I bet you're like a superstar there. I hope you're on an A-3-80 outta here. I love you like we're in the movies. I bet you're hanging out with Tupac. I hope you're out there, Somewhere in the atmosphere. I heard there was a kind of tree releasing spores, That could enslave a min, to follow secret laws.

Ballin' On A Budget

NAPPY ROOTS "Watermelon Chicken & Gritz"
[Ron Clutch] I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin like 'fuck it' City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky Horseshoes and rabbit paws, flossin, chicken claws for the lucky 4-leafed clovers, Range Rovers, so they know if it's tailpipe's rusted [Big V] Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin love Summertime, a funner time, smoke and gunner time Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, havin' a drunkin time [Scales] Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud No pager, no cellphone, no access at all Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol [Skinny DeVille] My hooptie, with a 'Bam crew like Boots said You don't +Perm+, +Fuck a+ fade let my hair swang back and forth like a germ Ill nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick Baby mama drama, child support court It ain't worth the biscuit [Chorus: Skinny] Whattcha know about them backwood country folk Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) It's the N the A the P-P-Y [B. Stille] Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks Hungry Jack, pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut Country cat in the cowboy hat I'm front to back put the house on that [Ron Clutch] Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham Chicken wings, cornbread, Gran in the kitchen throwin down Eat good, tryna smoke somethin, run up on a pound Roll somethin, gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce [Big V] Hummin, mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin Fat knot, pool shot , bad day by. Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right [Scales] Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin in a foot tub Damn that shit hurt, and my jams in that shirt Atari 26; one stick; never worked [Chorus: Skinny] [B. Stille] Comin up in the woods, all I did was run barefoot Ne'er could comb my hair good My hairline grew like ten pound vines in-'tween my rear and my underware It's still a thin brown line, shit [Big V] Chores did, and mop wrung out [glory-like] Cool as shit, country boys out on the granite River views, picnic, thick ticks covered the place Folks visit, and make it appurtent to come back again [Scales] Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish That's it, ecstasy just ain't on my list No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick No shit, no hair and you get no dick [B. Stille] Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals, with muddy tails We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin else [Chorus: Skinny]

I Am Your Future

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "The Purity Album"
[Verse 1] I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980 People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by Some had bets on the side that she wouldn't live to see '85 But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin' strong And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on Back in '86 .. as he grew up in the mix Watchin' his mother hang around men that slang the cain to make them licks Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got a connect with killa bud Little young buck seen all of that then the man had a hand on that crack And he out there lookin' for tear that come black Cuz he know that smack on a comeback He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told Always the one that would hafta hold Till the man let him know when it was sold Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack Make the drop and he'd make it back Imagine that to play the mac And not know how one's s'posed to act [Chorus] When them hustlin' on them corners Don't play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya Real young killa gangsta rude-boy destined for death yet O'm your future How can the youth be humble when we live in an age of rage too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave [Verse 2] And by the time the nineties come around .. Mom's had a frown since the man went down Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left to hold his ground Playin' his art stayin' in school .. Nothin' short of payin' his dues Mamas heart's what made him choose .. Got him a start in breakin' rules Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks .. Watchin' out when that law man looks Money's put in them pocket books And business good 'cuz he got them rooks To make the run getting' it done .. With the advantage of bein' so young Nobody cared about what had begun .. Then by the end of '91 He was the kid in junior high Lookin' to get some new supply Got him a hook up through some guy Livin' like either it's do or die Under the influence of the game .. Already been through the love and the pain Feelin's to him that one in the same .. Gotta maintain or go down the drain It was the life he learned to live .. He's never had an alternative Most forbid the things he did .. But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up Around the cut only exposed to what's corrupt Nothin' could break a boy so rough except the touch of his mother's love [Chorus] [verse 3] Around the summer of '93 .. Everyone's packin' artillery Do many wantin' to be a 'g' Ready to make a delivery Whatever it took to get in a set .. Not even worried about regret It's who could pose the biggest threat And catch the most of all respect He can't stop .. He won't stop .. Even though every spot is hot Givin' it everything thing he's got .. Tryin' to keep from getting' caught Never the one to be any place Long enough to catch a case After all no time to waste When doin' your business face to face He's comin' equipped to make the lick .. Not about to play the trick Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit Mom's and dad's i'm talkin' to you .. These are the things our children do Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe [Chorus]

Sense Of Henry

I MOTHER EARTH "Scenery And Fish"
There they are Alive, on the move, pretty young, Still unproven though they love Restless young zeroes in a haze Of reckless blind faith taking their Own sweet time to write and rhyme Their ending Are you happy when we're down Hey I was gonna ask you that Just now and yes I am, Yes, I can dig true meaning from Your believing and feel alright They'll drift and flow And take their chances All white humming flesh and bone In souls they don't own How can they not know it ain't Good being old with nothing Left to show But they have each other There might be a goodbye him to her When time becomes their leveller...and it will Ecstatic young searchers who've come To love just what they are And what they may become...or whatever The magic in chaotic scenes In the sun and the music in The whine and stink, the uneven Sounds of summer Fabulous bad memories, but there's Something alright about having these together Too young lives of sleep, Of violence and love alive In astral days soon lost In the rush If there's a better way It's alright...they're okay They're not afraid they'll fade away Another wasted unfortunate end Another violent sky overhead Another sundown burning red And it's going down hard...like them

Jealous Kind

JARS OF CLAY "Who We Are Instead"
I built another temple to a stranger I gave away my heart to the rushing wind I set my course to run right into danger Sought the company of fools instead of friends You know I've been unfaithful Lovers in lines While you're turning over tables with the rage of a jealous kind I chose the gallows to the aisle Thought that love would never find Hanging ropes will never keep you And your love of a jealous kind Love of a jealous kind Trying to jump away from rock that keeps on spreading For solace in the shift of the sinking sand I'd rather feel the pain all too familiar Than to be broken by a lover I don't understand 'Cause I don't understand One hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace And love that shames the wise, betrays the heart's deceit and lies And breaks the back of foolish pride

Us Amazonians

Kirsty MacColl "Tropical Brainstorm"
Here in the country we dance and we play And we pray to our saints and we make love all day I fell in love with a real city boy Who's afraid of his nature, afraid of his joy I punched him out and brought him to this hut But I know he'll thank me when he wakes up We got trees, we got snakes, we got acres of sky His life in the city was making him cry Come on, come on darling, be brave for a while You don't look afraid when you laugh and you smile I'll be good, I'll be strong I'll be just what you needed all along Here in the country we dance and we play And we pray to our saints and we make love all day I fell in love with a real city boy Who's afraid of his nature, afraid of his joy Us Amazonians know where we stand We got kids, we got jobs, why do we need a man? Us Amazonians make out alright But we want something to hold in the forest at night Come on, come on darling, be brave for a while You don't look afraid when you laugh and you smile Breathe in deep, stick with me You'll still be free as you let yourself be If you're certain, if you're true I'll be the only country girl for you I'll be good, I'll be strong I'll be just what you needed all along Here in the country we dance and we play And we pray to our saints and we make love all day I fell in love with a real city boy Gotta teach him about nature, and teach him about joy Us Amazonians know where we stand We got kids, we got jobs, why do we need a man? Us Amazonians make out alright But we want something to hold in the forest at night Here's my boyfriend, he's small, he is blue He is cold, he is rough, he's appalling that's true But he's got the power, he's got the fire To be just like us is his only desire He'll learn to hunt and I'll teach him to fish We'll boil up our rice in a satellite dish We'll plant cassava wherever we can Us Amazonians always get our man Us Amazonians know where we stand We got kids, we got jobs, why do we need a man? Us Amazonians make out alright But we want something to hold in the forest at night

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