WHITE ZOMBIE lyrics - La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1

Warp Asylum

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Been down yeah! Well I look down and my mind blows away - Deep in the darkness 'illuminate' Beyond a million miles - Something slid up to my head Circling around my eye - eye - eyes And I said, 'Smooth operator' sez: Get up - get up - and outta here, Smooth operator sez: Yeah! Lights - band the traffic thunder two blocks west of the rest - Tore away the bottom and saw life is a test - Beyond 1,000,000 miles - Well I ricocheted through my head - One hand kill the other's cra-a-crazy - What she said - Smooth operator sez: Get up! get up! and outta here, Smooth operator sez: Yeah!!! Sail into night- ghost ship a tripping - Struck by the plunge something to see - yeah - Bootleg the girl - she is a looka - Pure is the fear that breaks away - Straight to the sun I am a walk'n state of the art - all that I see (Yeah) New gods move whipp'n the shore and dash on the reef - surf city... I walk alone and stare, man, right in the sun - Tear-jerk asylum and cemetery run - Well, how'd I ever get this far man Smooth curves switchback the sweat - Underneath the body, baby - where what you see is what you - see and what you get

O'Malley's Bar

Nick Cave "Murder Ballads"
I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable hight And I've been known to be quite handsome In a certain angle and in certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, 'O'Malley I have a thirst' O'Malley merely smiled at me Said 'You wouldn't be the first' I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmmm 'Neighbours!' I cried, 'Friends!' I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar 'I bear no grudge against you!' And my dick felt long and hard 'I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns' Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that mother fucker down Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah 'I have no free will', I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, 'You are an evil man' And I paused a while to wonder 'If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder' I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, 'No offense' And then lay upon the ground 'None taken', I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm I said, 'I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came' And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a steaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts of truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse i felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy 'Did you know I lived in your street' I said And he looked at me as though I were crazy 'O', he said, 'I had no idea' And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew that hat right off the house Hmmmmmm Uh Uh Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection 'There stands some kind of man', I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again 'Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!' But no one did cause they were dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared 'Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air' Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head 'Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your head!' I had one one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar 'Don't shoot', I cried, 'I'm a man unarmed!' So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaaaaah One Aaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaaaaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

O'malley's Bar

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds "Murder Ballads"
I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable hight And I've been known to be quite handsome In a certain angle and in certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, 'O'Malley I have a thirst' O'Malley merely smiled at me Said 'You wouldn't be the first' I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmmm 'Neighbours!' I cried, 'Friends!' I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar 'I bear no grudge against you!' And my dick felt long and hard 'I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns' Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that mother fucker down Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah 'I have no free will', I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, 'You are an evil man' And I paused a while to wonder 'If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder' I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, 'No offense' And then lay upon the ground 'None taken', I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm I said, 'I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came' And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a steaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts of truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse i felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy 'Did you know I lived in your street?' I said And he looked at me as though I were crazy 'O', he said, 'I had no idea' And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew that hat right off the house Hmmmmmm Uh Uh Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection 'There stands some kind of man', I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again 'Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!' But no one did cause they were dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared 'Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air' Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head 'Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your head!' I had one one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar 'Don't shoot', I cried, 'I'm a man unarmed!' So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaaaaah One Aaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaaaaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

Kid Inside

JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP "The Kid Inside"
Talking: (One time only, [gulp] if you don't get it right this time, tough shit, tough shit, everybody ready, tell me when, say when your rolling here, a one, a two, a one, two, three, die) I press my face to the window I ran my fingers through my hair I watched my life go around in a circle And I realized that no body but me cares And I saw the hurt of my system And I felt the madness of our faults conforming And I walked around your house for hours And I could feel that you had me in some kinda of stranglehold And I don't know why you said those bad things about me Well it must be the way of protecting some kind of crazy pride Yeah you always direct your attention toward others And look you know, it's so easy to see that my wounds have been open wide And you can just kid the kid inside so many times You can just kid the kid till he grabs you by the throat And is choking your young ass blind And you just kid the kid till you're walking on the tightrope in my my mind ?? Yeah, you can just kid the kid inside so many times Well it wasn't funny, no, when I was bleeding all over the table Yeah, now as I recall, hey it wasn't funny at all But you kept on laughing, huh, like it was some kind of party, yea Your always looking to belittle someone to make you feel tall Yea well, it's the same reaction in every situation Do you really think it's so necessary to be so mean Yeah, and it's hard for me to justify my position Yeah, when everything that I'm saying can be said bad about Mr. Springsteen, yea (chorus) Yeah you know Yeah, well I really really am the first to desire you ?? And I feel so badly for his misery ?? Well I'll don't throw five dollars, to get into the kitty ?? And I'll bet my ass that this problem isn't me Now now don't get me wrong wrong Hey now don't you feel sorry, yeah 'Cause there's no one dead or alive that I'd rather be And I've learned to deal with my mortal existence And the moral is, now don't you go believe nothing that you can't see, yeah (chorus) Yeah, and you can just kid the kid inside so many times, yea (Ha ha ha, we'll keep it)

Missing You

BEENIE MAN "Best Of Beenie Man"
Well this it! Beenie alongside A.R.P. alongside Tony Curtis A banky produce this Well she claim say me fi miss her After she run gone with man in a car Alright, me can tell you something baby Chorus: Every step I take (Hey, Every step I take) Every move I make (Every move I make) Every single day, Every time I pray I'll be missing you Thinking of the day (I've been thinking of the day) when you went away (when you went away) what a life to take, what a bond to break I'll be missing you (Well she gone and nuff man a cry but a one thing me want tell you girl) Beenie: Right now, me a the king and a me a wear di crown - yeah 20 gals live ina mi house - yeah Woman a lick mi like a honey comb - yeah As a king you fi rule your own throne, yes Me a the king and a me a wear di crown - yeah 20 gals live ina mi house - yeah Woman a lick mi like a honey comb - yeah As a king you fi rule your own throne Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky Big time police she a lock up everybody She lock up all Pauly, Peter, Barry and Harry Big jail break and she kidnap Larry Mi sorry gal you pretty but your character dutty Nuh gi mi In about five years yuh can rob it Me hear she deh a foreign get fat and get heavy And a me she want and mi know me have fi wuk it Tony Curtis A.R.P.: On that morning, when this life is over (when dis life is over then) I know, I'll see your face (alright, sing suppmen nice fi me now) Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray Every step I take Every move I make Every single day Every night I pray (yes Iyah) Beenie: Hey mi can tell yuh suppmen? me a the king and a me a wear di crown - yeah 20 gals live ina mi house - yeah Woman a lick mi like a honey comb - yeah As a king you fi rule your own throne, yes me a the king and a me a wear di crown - yeah 20 gals live ina mi house - yeah Woman a lick mi like a honey comb - yeah As a king you fi rule your own throne Nuh gal nuh want nuh felt Dem a seh dem want a helper Dem want a man with di house, di clothes, di car and all di figure Gal dem want a man fi treat dem like a Romie nigga In a bed, don't think that I'm a violent fella But see ya, Banky yes a him a di producer Now listen to di style weh di DJ a utter When Beenie Man and ARP dem a di singer Well Tony Curtis come sing out mi bredda Chorus Beenie: My time I am a girls spec I'm like that, keep looking You haven't seen anything yet Who I am? My name is Beenie Man The skinny man I aint no joker I aint batman Always wanted never doubted Want slammed it now, I am flaunting Here from eternally, until eternity Selassi send me so please don't resent me You give me what I'm rapping about? Or bragging about? You see me coming just jump and shout Well I am for the groupies, ooopies, booopies, moooopies and even super dupies Well my lyrics' the stuff Terrible and tuff It's just enough To stand on it's own like Al Capone in any zone ARP hold the mic and we sing down there we go Tony Curtis in the place we are rocking out And if you feel say you're bad you can get we out Mr. Banky the producer you shocking out And everybody in the dance them brukking out When Beenie man upon the riddim I'm rapping out Talking out from now we a nuh scout

Yeah Sure Ok Monet

Dime Store Prophets
Is that the hills under your fingernail The tempest and the hurricane The clouds to come beneath your breath Did you introduce the night to day Orion with the Milky way And all the stars on your rolodex Well you carve and you smash, what you paint you call trash Man you must have something to say Sweat falls to the plate, the burden to create All your colors washed, inspiration lost Yeah, sure, o.k., Monet There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) Was that the roses knocking at your door Asking how tall that they should grow Well, if it was give them my best Is that a lightning bolt back in your coat A fist of hail for rainy days A tidal wave in your coffee cup Well you reach down deep, and find nothing unique Truth is getting so hard to paint Just chasing the wind, no place to begin Mister, you're not the first Try working with dirt Yeah sure ok Monet There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) Another empty canvas Tuesday Howling Wolf is on the LP But even he can't prime this poets pump The agony and the ectasy The tension and the sweet release Did you know you were looking for me There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na) There's nothing new in the world (hey...)

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