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BOB DYLAN lyrics - Desire

Joey

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Born in Red Hook Brooklyn in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way 'Well' he answered 'just because'. Larry was the oldest Joey was next to last They called Joe 'Crazy' the baby they called 'Kid Blast' Some say they lived off gambling and running numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. There was talk they killed their rivals but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners They stashed them away in a basement called them amateurs. The hostages were trembling when they heard a man exclaim 'Let's blow this place to kingdom come let Con Edison take the blame' But Joey stepped up, and he raised his hand and said, 'We're not those kind of men It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again'. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with 'What time is it' said the judge to Joey when they met 'Five to ten' said Joey. The judge says, 'That's exactly what you get'. He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for trying to stop a strike His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, 'I've returned and now I want what's mine'. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun 'I'm around too many children', he'd say, 'they should never know of one' Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out his register, said, 'Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe'. One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it coming through the doors as he lifted up his fork He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away. Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say, 'He ain't dead he's just asleep' Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of the Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born And someday if God's in heaven overlooking his preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve. Joey, Joey King of the streets child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away.

You're The Man

NAS "Stillmatic"
Uh uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's 'Fuck Nas' Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin on the world since '...Barbeque' Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said... If I, ever make a record I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project, I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets But look at me now [Chorus] 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' 'You're the man' But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la' I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings and Ghana stay So I could get on my flesh right away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't I must've been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne My destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful [Chorus to fade]

Raven Child

JOHN DENVER "Country Roads-Very Best Of John"
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums. Raven's child Is chasing salvation Black beak turned white From the crack and the snow On the streets of despair The answer is simple A spoonful of mercy Can set free the soul The drug king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Even children Are twisted to serve him And greed has corrupted What once was a heart Raven's child Keeps vigil for freedom Trades for the arms That once made her strong With nuclear warheads And lasers in heaven fear does the choosing Between right and wrong The arms king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Bankers assure him That he needn't care And greed makes a stone of What once was a heart Raven's child Is washing the water All of her wing-feathers Blackened with tar Prince William shoreline's An unwanted highway Of asphalt and anger An elegant scar The oil king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above and apart Lawyers have warned him He mustn't speak And greed has made silent What once was a heart You know there are walls That come tumbling down For people who yearn to be free Still there are hearts That long to be opened And eyes that are longing to see Raven's child is our constant companion Sticks like a shadow To all that is done Try as we may We just can't escape him The source of our sorrow and shame We are one The true King sits On a heavenly throne Never away nor above nor apart With wisdom and mercy And constant compassion He lives in the love That lives in our hearts Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry

We Belong Together

Rickie Lee Jones "Pirates"
I say this was no game of chicken You were aiming your best friend That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad Now its daddy on the booze And Brando on the ice Now it's Dean in the doorway With one more way he can't play this scene twice So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her But that's not where you were thinking... How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked? How now look who shows up In the same place In this case I think it's better To face it - We belong together We belong together Once Johnny the King made a spit ring And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man And he entwine her in his finger And she lay there like a baby in his hand And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair To turn her into a tattoo That will whisper Into the back of Johnny's black hair And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain Lookin' for a leather jacket And a girl who wrote her name forever A promise that - We belong together We belong together Shall we weigh along these streets Young lions on the lam? Are the signs you hid deep in your heart All left on neon for them? Who are foolish Who are victim Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would Move into your eyes and lips and Every tear That falls down on the neighborhood now I said 'Bird, we just gotta tell them' And they turn and ignore us And the only heroes we got left Are written right before us And the only angel who sees us now Watches through each other's eyes And I can hear him In every footstep's passing sigh He goes crazy these nights Watching heartbeats go by... And they wisper - We belong together We belong together

Fight Music

D12 "Devils Night"
[Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get asked to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music!

Simba

J. COLE "The Come Up"
Straight out The Villle and I made it, Like a villian I'm hated I see'em gillin, I ate it though Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh) I'm givin niggas food for thought, the flow is cater yo I'm never faded though, Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe! It's like my only son, where I go, he come! niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit Nah I don't stunt on niggas, I show'em how to do this shit I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised That's word to everything! nigga life a scary game but I'm playin You sucka nigga lie in everything that ya sayin Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause Ay nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on ya'll I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap shit, Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothafuckin diamond, You shine like a mothafuckin dime That's word to my mom I don't mind if you niggas hate Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate The kind a flow that make a nigga hyper-ventilate (ugh) See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huckstable And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for Look how the buzzer grow, Ballin til the buzzer blow Man I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck I hope you niggas woke now, impermanentely Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease Word on the streets is I'm the prince nigga, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the King, nigga: young simba! Word on the streets is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the king, nigga: young simba!

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