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ARIEL PINK lyrics - House Arrest

Oceans Of Weep

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A dolphin had died And thousands did cry Oh, as a whole Can you hear the world singing Yeah, I can tell Creatures that weep in the ocean They swim around the beach And dance with the people And through a picture of the sky With a painting The candles at night Played with my eyes Ooh Creatures that weep in the ... sleep They run through the woods Disguised in gray And tag you when they want To play "I don't hear a word they're sayin' Only the echoes of my mind..." - [Harry Nilsson (Everybody's Talkin' At Me)] "Has anybody here seen my old friend John?" - [Dion (Abraham, Martin & John)] They run through the hills Disguised in gray And flag you if They want to play

Critic's Carnival

Magellan "Test Of Wills"
The Solano County Engineering Archives, vault 1 Feel free, write your scathing indictment Pick us apart with your joke of a pen Pacified poet, standing alone you know it I hear you preaching: Do it again - won't you please do it again? Plenty of time - hear the hypocrites whine Pathetic business - take it, test it, know it, burn it It's all a game you play so mealy mouthed at the trough we lay I hear you pleading: Do it again - won't you please do it again? Take it all upon you now Make you mark somehow and keep it going With illusions that you're real and phrases that you'll steall At your best you'll drag them down I've heard it all before it's all been said before extending all an invitation - welcome to the Critic's Carnival - Where writers think they know more than you No, don't be a fool at Critic's Carnival A bully pulpit built to spin a phrase will pitch a sermon for you if you've got the money to pay at the Critic's Carnival buy fifty dollar words, try bull-shit No, don't be deceived at Critic's Carnival... Invite us to your ivory tower Impress me with your insightfull gift of genius Yes, you can dish it out A coward too much clout Hungry for power - Do it again - won't you please do it again? Monday morning's last draft quarterback Get it right get it wrong We've just dragged on too long It's all a game you play so mealy mouthed at the through we lay I know you hear me! Do it again won't you please do it again? Well?

The Load-Out

JACKSON BROWNE "Running On Empty"
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They'll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet... But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that's a sound they'll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander 'round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R and B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in stereo We've got rural scenes & magazines We've got truckers on the CB We've got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time that we get to play People you've got the power over what we do You can sit there and wait Or you can pull us through Come along, sing the song You know you can't go wrong 'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down You're going to wake up in your town But we'll be scheduled to appear A thousand miles away from here

Future Sound

JURASSIC 5 "Feedback"
[Akil] Yea [Soup] Turn me up though [Akil] Uh Huh,Yea [Soup] Come on [Akil] Anyway [Soup] A 1,2 what cha gonna do 2,3 what's this gonna be... come on now [Akil and Soup - talking over each other] Yea Yea uh, a come on now Let me hear you, Let me hear you [Akil] Uh yea Provoke emotions when I'm boastin and braggin Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up You heard of us, real niggaz we blow the world up Rip off the planet, take it for granted when I manage With that home team advantage, automatic rhyme bandit Bout to hand it , Cause you cram to understand it When I land it open handed I'm a transatlantic slave, with that old black magic Got to have it from the demo, to the master Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster I'm the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust Down shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch We fuck it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up Put this verbal dick in your mouth, until I bust a nut And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am Original black man from the Billali Sudan [Chorus: Akil and Soup] It's like that y'all, so go head and get up Sample (Be bad) This is the future sound [Sample] Without further ado, you don't see us, but we see you [Akil] Either you're here to teach [Both] Or you're here to be taught [Akil] If you don't plan to get away [Both] Then you plan to get caught I was born to lead, that why I run don't walk South-central MC what the fuck you thought [Soup] I set my first verse up, similar to a stake out The minute that they break out, they send jake out But I'm super laxative and I don't need no practice kid You're probably wondering what track this it [Akil] Uh, so carry on with that twisted ass street rap I ride for peace, but I will contradict that And bitch slap any rapper that act, uh Like he really want it I'm a have to mishap [Soup] So act like you want it, but don't get loud And you haven't seen a style this vivid in awhile [Akil] I rebuild cause I'm a rebel My education and rhythm is on a higher level Smash til the dust settles [Chorus] Yes, yes, yes y'all Mic test, test y'all Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y'all And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go Hey yo Soup, let 'em know [Soup] I'm one of the last cats, (That's right) puttin' the flavor back in the rap And make a sun roof straight to your cap Now the original black, now watch how the herbs react I play the block, where I learned to rap (tell em) Ain't nothing to it, I keep the word play fluent And tone will run through like the emperor Jones Now the inventor of poems and lymrics outstanding pitch Regardless if your feeling my shit Yo, I stay prime and plus I'm never outdated In time I break atoms from the way that I rhyme Now I created a line with no miscues, fake no moves So here's the rhyme I couldn't wait to use I represent, and put the pressure on your local event And drop heavy when the vocal commits To hit you with the hits, from the colonial prince The master of the ceremonial It's like that y'all [Chorus]

Easy Rider

ACTION BRONSON "Mr. Wonderful"
[Verse 1:] Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel I'm leaned back with the Les Paul Shit I smoke is like cholesterol Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call Best believe that there was neck involved Fucked around and almost wrecked the Saab Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains Started running with the stallions Playing frisbee in the West Indies Did the tango with my kidneys Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Rockin' very loose pants, yeah Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower Before I die, take a hot shower [Hook x4:] Ride the Harley into the sunset [Verse 2:] By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious Shit, I might cop a chest and a dresser A little machine to make espresso I heard your bitch still wears Ecko Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco Live from the Expo, it's me I wear the wolf in the winter Steer the coupe from the center Who gives a fuck, I'm a sinner I had dreams of fuckin' Keri Hilson in my Duncans Woke up naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team) Bite the eel by the dozen [Verse 3:] Pump the bass in the trunk Shit rattled like a baby hand Except this toy cost 80 grand And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been Just from writing words with a pen Tell the pilot "land the plane" On Roosevelt and Main Put a jacuzzi on the seven train And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste The brass band was seven pieces My bitch's name is Peaches We got twin Mac elevens with the features Shit you barely got sneaker money So much dick in their mouths, that's why these motherfuckers speaking funny You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya (I can't hear ya) You need to speak clearer dear, cause I can't hear ya [Verse 4:] The Magic Johnson of the game These lames don't want to play with me Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see, it's me [Hook x6] [Outro - Guitar]

Poomplex

JME "Boy Better Know - Poomplex >edition 2<"
Yo New Poooomplex I'm clocking them fake rappers Eating oxygen cakes Go home, listen to Boy Better Know I sold more than the box ever made But if you're on my side Chill, relax, and enjoy the ride I'm not a one hit wonder boy Trust me, I make music all the time Someone's [? ] shotting today Everybody's got something to say If I quick this music to my road Half of you guys will have nothing to play See I hear this stuff all the time You think you can write bars like mine Look on your lyric books and you'll find 3, 14159 I only make badboy tunes So when there's all five man in the room All communication stops 'Cause if you don't hear me, then you're doomed You can't test me, you might be yeh pro I don't care, I'm mighty and so When you see my mix album on the shelves, cop that It's a deal like Ikea On the Boy Better Know CD you'll get Bare tunes from JME, you best Play my tunes at full volumes and shout Shh hut yuh muh, rudeboy, poomplex, diickhead You know I'm the best Your favourite MC, there's no contest Lyrically I'm ahead of the rest Poooomplex I wear my own dance Man see me roll on own arms Turn them, shh hut yuh muh, there's no [? ] Rudeboy, wipe your lips, why just [? ] I've got my own T's Man see me and think I got p's Turn them, eyo fam, you know me Still hustlin for my food to eat I only go pops, the? is a must Plus if I can't get into the pool club If not then I'll go make a dub I don't do collabs Hold me down like I've got? But I'm slipping, washboard abs [? ], are you mmmmaad?

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