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This contract in my hand,
Before the day is out, Slide over slide over Slide over I just dialed this number, Would you help me help me please, I just dialed this number with a phonebook on my knees Three meetings in a row, I's dotted and t's will cross, Slide over slide over Slide over I just dialed this number, Would you help me help me please, I just dialed this number with a phonebook on my knees, That's right, Well please hold on, i'm a man in a garage i'm on my way to work Well just hold on, i'm a man in a garage and i'm on my way to work, My way to work I just dialed this number, Would you help me help me please, I just dialed this number with a phonebook on my knees, That's right, Well please hold on, i'm a man in a garage i'm on my way to work Well just hold on, i'm a man in a garage and i'm on my way to work, my way to Work |
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Whomsoever dont know best get to know were to cool Giving them cuts so cold it's true skool Far from the regular nothin used to Them kind of style is shock and spruce too Mind and soul in tune and loose too (Cooler than, cooler than cool!) Till a badman, get out! move from here! Tonight we celebrate like we dont care, you just Pump your fist and stamp your footsie If you cant dance just wiggle your tootsie All nations site from the rebel arrangement Rebel engagement - peace in the lover! Calypso dance hall punk step and dub! New wave old wave genre define Spitting on the a list we know the line Its the application of the citation, its the Iration of the of a gyration, its the Inclination of them that's inclined to Keep the thing mine For tis the bigger picture Biblical decendants scribes a new scripture Articulation of the incantation is the Foundation of the emancipation (Chorus) Mind weight ready warped Roads of many sign distraction Many find time for tubby bye bye Me oh my my oh me Tis it so simplistic Child's play man's play Could it be sadistic? Head space locked in them plastic gods There's too much! there's too many reasons! To keep deceiving To keep on believing in the Oh blah ra ra the sloganeers The crocodile pain, the crocodile tears She dont really need that brand new nose And he dont really need slave shoes or slave clothes But were far too busy to keep our mind privy Too the blessed is the man and the Grammar the host ease Ready to receive the rich a cold breeze All we really need is to plant the god seed Something to live for Something to believe (Chorus) |
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If I could be you
And you could be me For just one hour If we could find a way To get inside Each other's minds If you could see you Through my eyes Instead of your ego I believe you'd be Surprised to see That you've been blind Walk a mile in my shoes (x2) And before you abuse, criticise and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes Now the whole world You see around you Is just a reflection And the law of Karma Says you reap Just what you sew So unless you've lived a life Of total perfection You'd better be careful of every stone That you should throw Walk a mile in my shoes (x2) And before you abuse, criticise and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes. Walk a mile in my shoes (x2) And before you abuse, criticise and accuse Walk a mile in my shoes. Walk on, come on In my shoes Walk a mile in my shoes...(x4) |
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Saul Williams:
Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the window I can't promise you anything, but I trust that there is far greater reason to live I know you've become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs Your stocks are falling, your investments have failed you The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates You question what is this world coming to What is the profit margin when you're forced to pander to the marginalized Where's the glory you dreamt of as a child.. Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets Your mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words.. “it's just boy stuff” Well You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his oversights. How long did you think it would last? It's just a matter of time. The world is far from over. Look... Your mother outlives your father, Your sister outlives your brother. And if you jump from this window today.. She'll also outlive you. Look at her, sitting in her midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once again Today, she learns to meditate on a second-hand couch. Meanwhile, you stand outside this window Twelve stories above the ground One story remaining untold... You contemplate the setting sun, Unaware of your disorientation. Dis-orient: turned away from the east. The shifting current seems to conspire against you. Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that you've always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion. Countless man made stories above the truth For so long you've stood facing the setting sun Mistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong Good or evil God or devil Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up rise Why not just turn around Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun Note the energy swirling from its center How it illumines us all and only the birds fly first class... There is your inheritance! The warmth of a kiss Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery Allow her breath to seep into your lungs and surrender to her touch and guidance There's no other way Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself While your family continues its search for understanding And your daughters outlive your sons... |
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Time washes over like a wave goodbye
Time washes over like a wave goodbye Time washes over like a wave goodbye Time washes over like a wave goodbye Colours the soul Colours the soul Time washes over Colours the soul Time washes over like a wave goodbye Colours the soul Time washes over like a wave goodbye Time washes over like a wave goodbye Colours the soul Time washes over like a wave goodbye Colours the soul |
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