The Last Trick - Lyrics - Anja Garbarek

Title: The Last Trick
Artist: Anja Garbarek
Composer(s): Anja Garbarek, Gisli Kristjansson

Lyric:
From standing to crouching, silently falling
Falling from nowhere to nowhere
Nothing between, nothing beyond
Nothing behind the stars

And this is the last trick I'll do
The sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
The sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

Remain for some time down here below
Allowing the doubt to feed upon me
And even the ones who've never been
Are climbing the wall up ahead

I get up, start crawling into the same
Over and over and over again
Smelling the plastic, smelling the spit
And smelling my own breath

This is the last trick I'll do
The sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

The presence convincing
That most of what I've written is false
I mention this 'cause I'm talking
In the light of what's [Incomprehensible]
I get out of the sun

And this is the last trick I'll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
The sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the last trick I'll do
Sound can be seen
This is the main title
Briefly shaking

It's the main title
All together now
Everybody

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Briefly - Lyrics - Closer - Better Than Ezra

Title: Briefly
Album: Closer
Artist: Better Than Ezra
Composer(s): Kevin Griffin

Lyric:
Wake me up, slap my face
Draw me closer in to your embrace

'Cause nobody wants to be the butt of every joke
And nobody wants to be the one to pull the rope
So you harden your shell, slowly losing yourself

And now I'm close but not touching
And I'm cold but not freezing
And I'm only alive, only alive
Briefly

Can you feel, could you love?
Are you further now from where you started?
I bet you do enough just to get by
Don't you?

'Cause nobody wants to be the butt of every joke
And nobody wants to be the one who's full of hope
And a cop's light goes by and the moon lights the night

And now I'm close, but not touching
And I'm cold, but not freezing
And I'm only alive, only alive
Briefly

And you're a starlight that shines
For a moment in time
In time

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Letter To The President - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Letter To The President
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Katari Cox, Quincy Iii Jones, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyrus Himes

Lyric:
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time
When you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true

Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely

Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go

Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a starship

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223s'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day, and night after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
'Til then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every word in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle 'til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace

But we can't find peace
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and police beatin' me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

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Something'S On The Move - Lyrics - Stormwatch - Jethro Tull

Title: Something'S On The Move
Album: Stormwatch
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
She wore a black tiara, rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters, where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning, of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum on the icy road

With chill mists swirling, like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons for ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds, a deathly distant rumble
Titanic breaking children lost in melting crystal tears

Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins
And the weather man says, something's on the move

Capturing black pieces in a glass fronted museum
The white queen rolls on the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys, pausing briefly in the corries
The ice mother mates and a new age is born

Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins
And the weather man says, something's on the move

Driving all before her, un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking mass follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek, to embrace the sill warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps of a white London town

Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins
And the weather man says, something's on the move

She wore a black tiara, rare gems upon her fingers
She came from distant waters, where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning, of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum on the icy road

Oh, sunshine, take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins, as the last waltz begins
And the weather man says, something's on the move

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Friends - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Friends
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young

Lyric:
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?

My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?

Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside

Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)

Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)

Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay

Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)

Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)

Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Because I know you want to fuck
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)

No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to fuck, let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches

Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record
(So check my record)

Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherfucker right here)

Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherfucker)

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

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Venice Drowning - Lyrics - Liberty - Duran Duran

Title: Venice Drowning
Album: Liberty
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Nick Rhodes, Simon Le Bon, Warren Cuccurullo, Sterling Campbell, John Taylor

Lyric:
Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh woo ooo

Venice breathing shy chimeras
Of sex and violence
In the purple evening silence
Venice dreaming of a partner

Velour arms with breasts of marble
From the cradle to the table
Coax this naked treasure from
Your savior

Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life

Divine blasphemer temptin'
Holy beads of Jism
With the scarlet catechism
Her lips will answer
(Oh, her lips will answer)

How to be there perfect stranger
(Ahh ahh)
The perfect lover wanting
(Ahh ahh)
And as you'll discover giving
And as you'll discover being

Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life
Enter this sublime corrosion
Venice drowning in an emotion

The body stirs and is reanimated
Only briefly
But then life is very brief

Entra in questa corruzione
Venezia e' un'emozione
Vieni e nuota nel mio amore
(Come and swim into my love)
Vieni e incontra la mia vita
(Come and swim into my life)

Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh woo
Ahh woo ooo
Aaa

Venice drownin'
Venice drownin'
Venice drownin'
Venice drownin'
Venice drownin'
Venice drownin'
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
Venice drownin'
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
Venice drownin'
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
Venice drownin'
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)
(Slowly disappearing, slowly disappearing)

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Come Original - Lyrics - Soundsystem - 311

Title: Come Original
Album: Soundsystem
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Aaron Charles Wills, Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Lofton Hexum

Lyric:
You got to
You got to

You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why

To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
And full range of emotion full range of styles
When you come to town you'll have them
Comin' for miles

And come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why

Black Eyed Peas they comin' full range and
NOFX they comin' full range and
Roni size he comin' full range
The one Mr. Vegas you know it ain't easy
Haa

Come original
Come original

A warning to the crews out there
Who think they're hot
If you're not original rockers
You will get shot
(Down)
Down by the kids
Neglectin' your art
The stuff you did
(Did)
Eventually it get so bad
Puts you to bed
(Bed)
'Cuz when the lightning
Flashes sweet electricity
All the world then stands
Revealed with the clarity
Of raw voltage
Briefly we see
And the hope is
You'll be able to tell just
What dope is

Come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why

Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and
Hip hop beats and punk guitar and
Deadly on the mic is one that say
Name is 311 and you know it ain't easy
Haa

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
(Who know? Who know?)

This is not a test
There's no time to mope
How you gonna cope
With radioactive isotope?
And boss D.J. illness upon you
Now quickly
Infecting you fast upon the airwaves
This message brought to you
By the so large system
Activate and attune yourself
With meditation and green plants
They've got mad life they're sentient
They're beautiful as you
And they like to dance

One, two, three, four
Everything we do
We gotta come original
Put your hands up in the air
And prepare for battle
Sit upon the rhythm
Like a tire upon a rim
We do it non stop
And then we do it again
Some a them whine
And some a them bitch
They can not do it never switch
Comin' up from the heart and
Delivered with a wild pitch
Sit up on top the rhythm
Like a wild stallion
This is the ruling system

Come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original
You got to come original
All entertainers, come original

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The War Inside - Lyrics - XIII - Mushroomhead

Title: The War Inside
Album: XIII
Artist: Mushroomhead
Composer(s): Samuel Sigswort

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Lyric:
How could such potential go unrealized the natives
Speak in tongues and tangled truths while chanting diatribes
Somewhere deep down in the subconscious wrapped in riddles lies
The meaning of this life we try to find but only lose our minds

Through my blind desperation soul solely rages on
Social defacing here my replacement comes
Rumors of cutbacks harbored hypocrisy
My heart dwells in darkness my body imprisons me

Breakdown all the walls have fallen
My soul solely rages on
Storm the palace seize the crown
Soul solely rages

Whispered winds soon sound the calling
My soul solely rages on
Betray your malice heed your vows
On

Victory misery glory defeat
The war inside pushing me brings me to bleed
I thank you all for the laughs just like the poison in me
Raise a glass for my father then put me to sleep

Breakdown all the walls have fallen
My soul solely rages on
Storm the palace seize the crown
Soul solely rages

Whispered winds soon sound the calling
My soul solely rages on
Betray your malice heed your vows
On

Erase those saccharine smiles vague in their sincerity
Lift these veiled chains in an endless search for clarity
Barely hanging on to a faith I'd briefly known

I've seen an angels face, the broken wings on which she'd flown
Emotion fades to faceless as we soon become sedate
Is it time to mourn this loss or is it time to celebrate?

How could such potential go unrealized the natives
Speak in tongues and tangled truths while chanting diatribes
Somewhere deep down in the subconscious wrapped in riddles lies
The meaning of this life we try to find but only lose our minds

Through my blind desperation soul solely rages on
Social defacing here my replacement comes
Rumors of cutbacks harbored hypocrisy
My heart dwells in darkness my body imprisons me

Breakdown all the walls have fallen
My soul solely rages on
Storm the palace seize the crown
Soul solely rages

Whispered winds soon sound the calling
My soul solely rages on
Betray your malice heed your vows
On and on and on and on

Soul solely rages on
Soul solely rages on
Soul solely rages on
Soul solely rages on

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