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WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR? LIVING COLOUR WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR? LIVING COLOUR Is it Red? That's what I said Is it Gold? You got me sold Is it Green? That's mighty mean Is it Black? Get back WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR? LIVING COLOUR WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR? LIVING COLOUR WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR |
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| 2. |
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When I speak out loud You say I'm crazy When I'm feeling proud You say I'm lazy I look around and see the true reality You like our hair You love our music Our culture's large, so you abuse it Take time to understand, I'm an equal man Chorus: History's a lie that they teach you in school A fraudulent view called the golden rule A peaceful land that was born civilized Was robbed of its riches, its freedom, its pride When I'm at work you say I'm great You watch and ponder, but can you relate? Inviting eyes hands drop, when the music stops Don't ask me why I play this music It's my culture, so naturally I use it I state my claim to say, it's here for all to play Chorus It's time for a change Concepts rearrange Can't you feel my rage... It's up to you to seek the truth To know your history, the difference between me and you Relate to me as me, not what you see on TV Chorus |
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| 4:53 |
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Look into my eyes, what do you see? Cult of Personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be I'm the Cult of Personality Like Mussolini and Kennedy I'm the Cult of Personality Cult of Personality Cult of Personality Neon lights, A Nobel Price The mirror speaks, the reflection lies You don't have to follow me Only you can set me free I sell the things you need to be I'm the smiling face on your T.V. I'm the Cult of Personality I exploit you still you love me I tell you one and one makes three I'm the Cult of Personality Like Joseph Stalin and Gandi I'm the Cult of Personality Cult of Personality Cult of Personality Neon lights a Nobel Prize A leader speaks, that leader dies You don't have to follow me Only you can set you free You gave me fortune You gave me fame You me power in your God's name I'm every person you need to be I'm the Cult of Personality |
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Tabloids scream Elvis seen at a shopping mall That's the kind of talk That makes my stomach crawl Picture a zombie Elvis In a tacky white jump suit Just imagine a rotting Elvis Shopping for fresh fruit You can't 'cause Chorus: Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead Elvis is dead When the king died He was all alone I heard that when he died He was sitting on his throne Alas poor Elvis They made us know you well Now you dwell forever In the Heartbreak Hotel Chorus Elvis was a hero to most But that's beside the point A Black man taught him how to sing And then he was crowned king The pelvis of Elvis Too dangerous for the masses They cleaned him up and sent him to Vegas Now the masses are his slave Slave? Slave Yes, even from the grave Elvis is dead [sampled voices] I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland I've got a reason to believe We all won't be received at Graceland Chorus |
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Stereotype Monotype Blood type Are you my type? Minimalism Abstract expressionism Postmodernism Is it? We are the children of concrete and steel This is the place where the truth is concealed This is the time when the lie is revealed Everything is possible, but nothing is real Corporate religion Televangahypnotism Suffer till you die For the sweet-bye-and-bye Science and technology, the new mythology Look deep inside Empty We are the children of concrete and steel This is the place where the truth is concealed This is the time when the lie is revealed Everything is possible, but nothing is real Everything that goes around Comes around Hypothetical Theoretical Circumstantial evidence Irrelevance Don't think twice Just roll the dice Pay the price Snake eyes We are the children of concrete and steel This is the place where the truth is concealed This is the time when the lie is revealed Everything is possible, but nothing is real We are the children of concrete and steel This is the place where your fate has been sealed This is the time when your life is revealed Everything is possible, but nothing is real Everything that goes around Comes around |
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| 3:40 |
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The glamour boys swear they are a diva The glamour boys have it all under control Always dancing and always laughing The glamour boys are playing the role The glamour boys never have no money The glamour boys wear the most expensive clothes The glamour boys are always at the party Where the money comes from heaven only knows I ain't no glamour boy - I'M FIERCE I ain't no glamour boy - (snap) I ain't no glamour boy - I'M FIERCE I ain't no glamour boy The glamour boys live off their ambition The glamour boys have it all figured out A very, very dubious position When you got no clout The glamour boys whole life is a gamble They might get over or fall flat on their face But if one does, there's no need to worry Another G-Boy will take this place I ain't no glamour boy - I'M FIERCE The glamour boys don't think tomorrow The glamour boys just need tonight to play But just like things you can't afford on credit Time catches up and you have to pay The glamour boys are always on the guest list You'll always find them in the hottest spots in town They'll be your friend if you have fame or fortune If you don't they won't be hanging 'round I ain't no glamour boy - I'm FIERCE |
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| 5:31 |
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Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory These houses may look all run down But they have a value you can't see... This is my neighborhood This is where I come from I call this place my home You call this place a slum You want to run all the people out This what you're all about Treat poor people just like trash Turn around and make big cash [Chorus:] Now you can tear a building down But you can't erase a memory These houses may look all run down But they have a value you can't see Last month there was a fire I saw seven children die You sent flowers to their family But your sympathy's a lie Cause every building that you burn Is more blood money that you earn We are forced to relocate From the pain that you create [Chorus] We lived here for so many years Now this house is full of fear For a profit you will take control Where will all the older people go? There used to be when kids could play Without the scourge of drug's decay Now our kids are living dead They crack and blow their lives away [Chorus] You've got to fight You've got a right To fight for your neighborhood! |
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Like a descendant (?) I drift afar Far and wide Isolation separation Nowhere to hide Maybe there's somewhere I can go Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow Nothingness All I have to feel is my lonliness Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest And nothing lasts forever Although there are many I look for no one No one but me I search for things That will take me high and far out of reach But this is the place I will call my own I live with the lies and the fear all alone Nothingness Lonliness Empty chest And nothing lasts forever |
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| 6:10 |
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Sometimes I feel Like my mind will explode Sometimes I feel Like I've got no control Sometimes I wish I had a heart made of steel Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload They say the future...it's on a microchip Don't you know we're all on a sinking ship Only ten percent control all the rest Only ten percent decide what is best Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload Information overload I don't want to live like this Still ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'd like to shake these blues but I'm still paying dues My blues so deep you might think they're black My blues so deep there ain't no turning back Information overload |
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| 5:29 |
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The morning is dead and the day, is, too. The step is up here to meet me but the velvet fool. All my loveliness I have felt today. It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away. And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone. Now the smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall It really doesn't really doesn't bother me to watch at all It's just the ah ever fallinglove dust that makes it so hard for me to see that forgotten earring clear on the floor facing coolly the one at the door And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone. Yeah yeah. Lonely lonely lonely. Ah. Oh. Loneliness is such a drag. So here I sit to face that same old fire place getting' ready for the same old explosion goin' through my mind. Yes, soon enough time will tell about the circus in the wishing well and someone who will buy and sell for me, someone who will tow my bail And I continue to burn the same old lamp alone Yeah midnight lamp, Can you hear me callin' you? So lonely. Gotta blow my mine Yeah, yeah. Lonely lonely. |
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