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TOM WAITS lyrics - Black Rider

November

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No shadow no stars no moon no cars November it only believes in a pile of dead leaves and a moon that's the color of bone No prayers for November to linger longer stick your spoon in the wall we'll slaughter them all November has tied me to an old dead tree get word to April to rescue me November's cold chain Made of wet boots and rain and shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes November seems odd you're my firing squad November With my hair slicked back with carrion shellac with the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare tied to the branches of a roebuck stag left to wave in the timber like a buck shot flag Go away you rainsnout go away blow your brains out November

Behind The Moon

Fatima Mansions
Green bed of bottles, open to the sky Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb she says, go , meaning, stay , meaning, You have to pay Behind the moon / In the dead zone In the darkness where lovers all are blind Sources of light in this land of the dead are electric shocks and blows to the head The silence broken by his voice alone saying, yes , meaning, no , as he tears down their home Behind the moon / In the dead zone I'll still be calling, calling out for you Behind the moon, when all hope has gone Well, what else would you have me do? Green bed of bottles Green bed of bottles and bottles and... -- Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!) Frezier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada A man is measured by the depth of his anger. --Eddie So he sanded off his winkle with his Black Decker drill. --Ian Dury

Cycles To Gehenna

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump Post-meridian pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 buses Fireproof and festive Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign Knows no zen in the art of maintenance Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] The man-ape translates glam thru the visor Goes in water lilies Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray Crammed in a one-player campaign Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain Span where the praying hands mandate Bars an extension of the arms They're mutating instead of being farmed Tonight beneath a marmalade Venus Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decoupaged suicide flooring And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie The scarf thank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] It was less an act of hubris More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer I crowbar into the pecking order The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers Hug a double yellow spine Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope Those little fuckers run on passion alone This is the product of a D.I.Y. inadequate home Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome Traffic amassed against insufferable odds Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil P.S. I wrote this on a self destructing memo

Mission Sunset

PALMS "Palms"
I looked through your frame and watched death go by. I move towards her gaze to catch it by surprise. It's something new to try somewhere in the tides. When we catch our stride, then you can decide. Throw me your halo down the halls of doom. I'll lead the way through the combs of time. Show me your heaven down the halls of doom. I'll lead the way down the combs of time. Find our way. [Repeated] Now you know the way Now you know the way Now you know you're tied. I expect you to decide. Now you know you're tied. You can never turn away. Now you know you're tied. You can never turn around. You can never turn away. Now you know you're tied. I expect you to decide that you'll never turn away. It's like heaven in true time, like heaven. Now you know you're tied. You will never turn away. It's your it's your time. Scanning the horizon, trying to find our bed. Gliding on the ice, covered to our heads. Stranded under ice, trying to hold our breath. Scanning the horizon, covered to our heads. I watch the dead go by. I watch the dead get far. I watch the dead go by. I watch the dead get far, get far. Racing against the throes of time. Try to pretend you know your prize. Covered in smiles, the lights shine thick ahead. Hovering in the throes of time. Hard to resist, we know it's our time. Rest your eyes. Just rest your eyes.

Rather Unique

AZ "Doe Or Die"
[Featuring Nas] -Your bigger than the Jews -Bigger than the Irish -You run the whole fuckin country -You can be the next John D. Rockerfeller -Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit -But the bigger we get, the more were takin from other people Nas: Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery That was lightin and rain drops I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot, like Bangkok I'm blindfold Vietnam type mind controless torture His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my astroby stabbin me gradually Says its astrobute What's atonic, mesonic, ironic I felt reminded of my fast life ventures And winters Blinded til the flashlight enters AZ: Yo dun, before the sun set Call connect get all the tech's I'm vexed, this nigga love his sex He lost respect, lets off his neck My caliber Got me thinkin on a higher algebra See me I'm just as foul as ya, but you ain't got no style in ya I'm into bigger cheddar Cheese ??? armaretta Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us Chorus: Mo money, more murder more homicide You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi You never know, it might just be your time to take that ride To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide Nas: Now government official Got you sippin on Cristal and crystal You ??? And took your clan with you i'm out to get you Guaranteed every shell will hit you Plus I'm on some shit to Layin down whomever's with you Mafioso This New York City nineties Era Soso AZ you know my culture Now my wolves is out to ghost ya AZ: Center a rose on the graveyard for real now The stakes is up a half a mil now I tried to grab him with his shield down What walked in a crazy paid up Sharp but straight up gators from Barbados Never seen nobody play those Laylow what they called him His head bald and Sippin cappuchino spilled to his silk suits Lap was scalding Laugh was vulgar Canvas paintings of the Iaetola And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture Tobacco pipe smoker Escobar your life is over Justify the righteous nova Bullets flew out his right shoulder Corpse leaving a foul odor The firm volume one adjourned Bring it to a closure Chorus: Nas: So now you rolling with us like codefenders No phony business Should no the difference From supreme solo its the style ancient as Moses scriptures Its latin kings, black goofies and white jesters Among us Crime invades the minds of youngsters Where its pitch black they can't see you Godfather three falling for dead in a cathedral AZ: Now you forced to listen I got the mind of a grad from Princeton Play your position Or soon you'll be lost and missing Its far from fiction My presence is like that of a christian With ammunition puttin states under submission Street addiction Got me tied thorough with burrows Still in the ghetto But in the cut where its mellow Incognito on the leelow Like Carlito Cause we know Niggas don't really want us to see dough You never know it might just be your time to take your ride To them pearly white gates watch that suicide Chorus:

Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix)

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
(feat. Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadejiah Bass) [Wyclef Jean] Tell me how you like it Right about now I know y'all diggin this, so just... turn up, your radio wherever you at We about to bring it This is Wyclef Jean up here ('Word to Wyclef' - Busta Rhymes) With Canibus workin the night shift ('Word to Wyclef') Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ('Word to Wyclef') and sing this song with us ('Word to Wyclef') Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready Come on [R. Kelly] Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh) See you've got to understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone... til November [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo I'll be gone til November Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus we workin the night shift, shift, shift [Wyclef Jean] I got it made, hey last word from the hustler Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother Looked at him and replied, 'Yo, daddy where you goin' He said, 'To Baltimore,' he'll be back in the mornin Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry Every man want heaven, no man want die Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow Heard mom echo, 'I don't wanna be a widow' That's when I realized, death was ahead Old man pulled off, in a black caravan With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon [Prazwell/Dirty Cash] Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin You wanna stop the shinin No doubt, ahh [Wyclef Jean] Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle) See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh) I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh) So I'll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh) [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo, I'll be gone til November Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng) we workin the night shift, shift, shift [Canibus] Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan We raise Hell til the heavens fall Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions over a quiet game of billiards Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims With the power to collapse buildings Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse to reach our overseas tours By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts in my lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on) [R. Kelly + Wyclef] Now everytime I make a run Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh) See you've got to understand (uh-huh) I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh) So I'll be gone, til November [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo I'll be gone til November Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus we workin the night shift, shift, shift (Are you a) S-O, S-O (A meanine) so-so, so-so [Wyclef Jean] You gave the feds more info than Sammy 'The Bull' Gravano Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah In return the feds offer the throne to Neb'kenezer [Canibus] Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you [Wyclef Jean] It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more Like Jay-Z, 'pa-pa's,' someone pass the guaze [R. Kelly + Wyclef] Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle) See you've got to understand I can't work a 9 to 5 So I'll be gone, til November...

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