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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Worn Copy

Jules Lost His Jewels

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C'est la vie, C'est la vie Comme ci, comme ca Alright, alright I named him Jules He stole my baby then he stole my heart I knew that he was a tiger Right from the start She plays rough with him 'Cause he's her ragamuffin, oh yeah She played hard but then he got harder She kicked his head, That's when he got out on her I said to Jules, "Just 'cause you're a cat Don't mean you ain't a man" "Just 'cause you're a man Don't mean every pussy need a dad" "Can't have you cream on my girl, Find another dealer to pawn off your pearls" Jules lost his jewels When he came up pearls, They took his manhood Jules lost his jewels When he turned 18, Moved down to West Hollywood Jules lost his jewels When he came up pearls, They took his manhood Jules lost his jewels When he came up pearls, They went to go back to West Hollywood C'est la vie, C'est la vie, Comme ci, comme ca Alright, alright, c'mon Jules made a mess On my baby's dress late last night Pumpin' up 'n' down with every whimpering sound, Well oh my! She shook her knee and woke me up, said "that Sick little brat's got my leg in a hump, Well alright" I pulled on his socks, pinned him down on his back said, "How does that feel?" Then he sprayed on my lap, no! Jules lost his jewels When he came up pearls, They took his manhood Jules lost his jewels When he turned 18, Moved down to West Hollywood Jules lost his jewels When came up pearls, They took his manhood Jules lost his jewels When he turned 18, Moved down to West Hollywood C'est la vie, c'est la vie, Comme ci, comme ca C'est la vie, c'est la vie Comme ci

Fatima Rusalka

ALESANA
Born out of nothingness, defined by beauty and patience. A tortured existence which leaves behind no answers. Destined to suffer the struggle, cursed to be one of them, to be both of them. Fatima. Rusalka. Somewhere between the chaos and the void in a desert that predates time itself, bereft of stars and untouched by the Gods of man. There was only one. There was only her. Black echoes deafening silence Spat upon the tortured earth She is born all alone Cursed to never live, cursed to never die Scarlet fiend condemned to breathe eternally Thirsting for an answer, starving for her purpose But the sky holds his tongue as she waits for the end And it's not looking good at all An anguished melody reveals to me a memory of love once lost A quiet affliction, a moment of weakness Breathe and shut your eyes Finally, it all makes sense so naturally I am lost When angels and devils make sense of the wreckage Unsung heroine, death won't set you free Cautiously I softly fake a smile, it's cold here at night I'm trying to hide, dying to find myself I should stop praying to no one I can't stop searching for someone Please just stop, sweetheart, it gets better than this I wish I could go, wish I could find a way I just want to see your face But now I'm starting to see how it all ends And it's not looking good at all An anguished melody reveals to me a memory of love once lost A quiet affliction, a moment of weakness Breathe and shut your eyes Finally, it all makes sense so naturally I am lost When angels and devils make sense of the wreckage Unsung heroine, death won't set you free Immortality is your curse, an orphan by God, and lost Breakdown You're an orphan by God, and lost An orphan by God So now it seems the sky has failed me This has been a terrible mistake If I had just one more chance... If you're looking for an answer Hold tight and never let me go And the lies we said we'll bury with the rest Oh, the senselessness of all this suffering Feel it again and over again Let it begin Ageless warrior left to destroy mankind and reap the earth We have to believe, trust that there is hope Useless prayers will be left to unveil the truth that all is lost We have to believe, trust that there is hope It was never just a dream.

Paradox

ALESANA "Confessions"
Dearest love, I hope this finds you well I am kidding this is probably hell Lonely stranger with a brush in hand Never saw me sneaking up on him Tonight say goodbye to what you thought you knew They’ll blame the blood spilled on you I’m closing my eyes, one more kiss before I never wake again Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame? Will you remember how the waves crash on the shores of time? Who would’ve ever known that each choice made sense? Who could’ve ever known? Are we not our actions? Our lives are poetry, make them sonnets Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Why do the floorboards creak like a heartbeat This room is driving me insane What’s behind the bricks? Who’s rapping at my chamber door? Pendulum, why do you torment me? What am I saying? Have I lost my mind? I am her! No longer Fatima, goddess, light I’ve become Rusalka, demon of night! Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Don’t wait... Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide Page abandoned, time is ending The story is ending, make them sonnets We sit and watch the world’s collide The night that I died I had become Rusalka. I was no longer me. I was no longer Annabel. The beautiful evil coursed through my veins and I saw so clearly what needed to be done. As you lay, fast asleep, I penned her farewell and kissed your cheek. The knife felt so light in my hand, so heavy in my stomach. There is something about this room…

No City

AESOP ROCK "None Shall Pass"
[Verse 1:] For want of a nail the shoe was lost For want of a shoe the horse was lost For want of a horse the rider was lost For want of a rider the battle was lost For want of a battle the kingdom was lost And all for the want of a horse shoe There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames If you would clue the crew into the civil Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters [Chorus:] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred To treaty to sign No city to guard [Verse 2:] I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat Umm, what?!? The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles Dipped in military hells bells and whistles Riders to the east Now the wild tribes Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high [Chorus:] No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred To treaty to sign No city to guard And all for the want of a horse shoe

The Rain

JJ DEMON
I'm dying on the front steps... I'm bleeding out slow...call the medics? why would I need 'em now? No. I'm leaving now. Go. I failed you and I hate it. The dream becomes a nightmare the second you awaken. I am quaking in a city made for idiots. The streets like the veins of a dope fiend...it's hideous. I wrote a verse to shake the angels from the heavens like apples from a tree. Hear the cackle? Then it's me. Modern holy war, dodge shrapnel and debris. You wanna spend your every Sunday in a chapel on you knees? Chilly from the breeze. Philly is diseased. Brilliant from afar. But when Gods answers one prayer a million get ignored... waiting for euthanasia cuz religion is a drug and God's a hallucination... So without further ado I am The Haunting of a home within your heart and it's deeper than floating laundry. A tawdry affair, you're kissing the snake on the tongue. Oil addicted and we're sipping it straight from the drum. Priests raping the young, Republicans telling us all we need to do is pray...and it'll go away...yeah.. .I saw the glory that was Rome in a hurricane from the second story of my home. Drank a second Hurricane 40 all alone feeling like I'm burning in a Purgatory all my own. Further more in the murder for sport capital where kids carry burners cuz murder is more practical... cutting deeper, an experiment in pain where children get lost like tears in the rain... it's an experiment in pain where the parents get lost like tears in the rain, wrapped up in the fear and the blame where the true meaning is lost like tears in the rain... You ever felt like nobody was listening? Like a baby trynna scream "No." at his own christening. Where the truth is but a whisper in the wind and lies are getting hotter til they blister on the skin. I was a sleepy eyed dark figure in the classroom. What is that hiding behind the mirror in the bathroom? Medicine or monster? Stumble out and grab you. I walked the hallowed halls of Hell so that you don't have to. Creep theater zero eleven. We all just wanna be vampires so we can stay young forever. I wanna touch eternity twice. I wanna fit in but I'm mean, I mean I'd learn to be nice... record labels say that going to jail's earning me stripes, should I record a thousand songs and get 30 to life? Is that cool? Would I sell then? Get on the radio? Maybe all my dream will come true? They say if you're the one with the best dope then all the fiends come to you but if they don't know your name then where's the freedom to choose? My father left me like a bastard in a basket. I still can see my best friend plastered in a casket. Without him here...I'm feeling weird and alone again. Like a piece of me's missing, my soul's got a hole in it. Heroin powder in hour glass. Ring side seats to watch our loved ones get eaten, we're devoured last. My girl thinks I'm going crazy, but aint it odd? The worst evils are committed in the name of God. Blind faith, an experiment in pain, where fathers get lost like tears in the rain. An experiment in pain where my best friend was lost like a tear in the rain. Wrapped up in the fear and the shame and really just got lost like a tear in the rain... whether you believe or not, we're just tears in the rain.

Dessert For Thought

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst"
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like Now niggas wanna look like women Tight pants, costume jewels I guess their CEO might bend 'em God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug like feelings God bless Big, but they don't know the every day struggle I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you bubble gum Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I? The maker of miracles, every couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul in my mind Make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme Use respect, and I'm spectacular Audio fucking up your cardiovascular Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch Burn you in your car and your house is the shit Don't ever say you hard if I ain't bout for the shit [Pusha T:] It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit Reality TV, before Survivor bitch Yuuuck, put our lives on display Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden:] If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for? I got decade old wounds that are still bleeding That chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it Straight face on, pretending to feel decent Casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing Swear that shit got in the way of Summer Avoiding calendars, since all your days were numbered Laid out in the bed, can barely sit up Those were your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquor I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up I know you in a better place and that joy is felt I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta wake up Groupie niggas I don't see how you deal with it Broke and starving, but clinging to your Meal Ticket Broke hustlers debate that trash Back and forth to they vacant stash Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast Y'all should treat me like royalty Last of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off Me, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut off Long winded, be patient enough to hear 'em I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em But know before you swallow it up Food for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up

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