Cover (color) me, cover (color) me.
When you're sitting all alone in the middle of the floor,
There's something uncontrollable,
You sit there watching the door,
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Already feelin' tied to your bad side
(Already feel I'll, tattoo you're bad side)
Slap your thigh,
Slap your mouth (calf),
Sing your mantra,
Do (leave) your walk,
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Something fits along my spine,
Just givin' lovin' from behind,
Fortify my arms
Fortify my arms
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Cover (color) me, cover (color) me.
When you're sitting all alone in the middle of the floor,
There's something uncontrollable,
You sit there watching the door,
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Already feelin' tied to your bad side
(Already feel I'll, tattoo you're bad side)
Slap your thigh,
Slap your mouth (calf),
Sing your mantra,
Do (leave) your walk,
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Something fits along my spine,
Just givin' lovin' from behind,
Fortify my arms
Fortify my arms
Cover me, cover me.
Cover me, cover me.
Tricky - Nearly God Album Lyrics
Tricky - Nearly God Lyrics
Writer: JACOB BEARD, COREY LANE, JOSHUA D. LYONS, JAMES MCGLOTHLIN, JAME MARK WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Poems
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS, TERRY HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Together Now
[ Featuring Bjork ]
Into the morning
Got me through the night
I've seen the light
I see the light
I love of what I need
I've got greed
I've been a sinner for as long as I know
So help me understand
The little that I know
Shadow dancing with my spirit
Got to face your demon on your own
Take my body and put it through the dust
I've been buried in the crust
Together now
So help me understand
The little that I know
Together now, together now
It's us now, It's us now
And there's them, and there's them
And should we start again
Together now, together now
It's us now, it's us now
The descendants of Christ
And it's you
Will you help me I'm confused
What you gonna do
With the little that I know
With the little that I got
We're together now, we're together
It's us now
And there's them, and there's them
And should we start again
Together now, together now
It's us now, it's us now
Writer: MARK SAUNDERS, NENEH CHERRY, ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Keep Your Mouth Shut
( Massive attack )
(vowles, del naja, marshall, thaws, norfolk, locke)
Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
I've nothing to give
Wwon't lie and say this lovin's best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
3D
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Tricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
You're a couple, 'specially when your body's doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an' roma (x4)
3D
You sure you want to be with me i've nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Tricky
Don't want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there's trust there'll be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an' roma (x4)
3D
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy
Tricky
Don't wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
3D
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
(both)
Karmacoma, what?, jamaica an' roma (x4)
(vowles, del naja, marshall, thaws, norfolk, locke)
Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
I've nothing to give
Wwon't lie and say this lovin's best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
3D
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Tricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
You're a couple, 'specially when your body's doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an' roma (x4)
3D
You sure you want to be with me i've nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Tricky
Don't want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there's trust there'll be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an' roma (x4)
3D
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy
Tricky
Don't wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
3D
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
(both)
Karmacoma, what?, jamaica an' roma (x4)
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS, BJORK GUDMUNDSDOTTIR, RICHARD LEE STEACKER, WILLIE D. HINES, ANDRE G. WESTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
I Be the Prophet
Tricky :
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
So reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in stussy.
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we're living helter skelter
If you believe I deceive common sense says shall you receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer 'till I take further evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get resident.
A reference to your preference to say,
I'm a good neighbour, I trudge,
So judge me for my labour,
The bond on me ensures my good behavior
The constant struggle insures my insanity.
Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
We're hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stussy.
Confused by different memories,
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he's a calm type.
As I grow
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
Mr. Kray lay in the crevice
And watches from the precipice.
Empirial passage.
Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stussy.
Martina :
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter
If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors.
Tricky :
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like,
Beware of our appetite.
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
So reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in stussy.
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we're living helter skelter
If you believe I deceive common sense says shall you receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer 'till I take further evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get resident.
A reference to your preference to say,
I'm a good neighbour, I trudge,
So judge me for my labour,
The bond on me ensures my good behavior
The constant struggle insures my insanity.
Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
We're hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stussy.
Confused by different memories,
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he's a calm type.
As I grow
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
Mr. Kray lay in the crevice
And watches from the precipice.
Empirial passage.
Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stussy.
Martina :
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter
If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors.
Tricky :
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like,
Beware of our appetite.
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Make a Change
I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed,
'Cause I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin'
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick.
Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone.
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
You come in my realm ya get beat,
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics of fury
Terror in the styles, never error-files,
Indeed I'm known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist.
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
The pain's a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical format is superior,
Faces of death remain,
MC's decaying, 'cause they never stayed,
The scene of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if want the style I posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those that envy a MC it can be,
Hazardous to your health so be friendly,
A matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch,
Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my soul'll release
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
'Cause you're about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of fury.
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed,
'Cause I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin'
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick.
Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone.
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
You come in my realm ya get beat,
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics of fury
Terror in the styles, never error-files,
Indeed I'm known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist.
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
The pain's a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical format is superior,
Faces of death remain,
MC's decaying, 'cause they never stayed,
The scene of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if want the style I posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those that envy a MC it can be,
Hazardous to your health so be friendly,
A matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch,
Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my soul'll release
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
'Cause you're about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of fury.
Writer: MOYET, THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Black Coffee
Move over, move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over.
I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink.
I walk the floor, and watch the door.
And in between I drink black coffee.
Love's a hand-me-down brew.
I never know why Sunday in this weekday brew?
I'm talking to the shadows, 1 o'clock till 4
And Lord how slow the moments go.
All I do is pour black coffee.
Since the blues caught my eye,
I'm hanging out on Monday,
But Sunday dreams too dry
They say a man is born to go alone
And a woman is born to weep and fret
To stay at home and drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes.
And moody all the morning, moody all night.
And in between I drink black coffee.
Black coffee.
I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink.
I walk the floor, and watch the door.
And in between I drink black coffee.
Love's a hand-me-down brew.
I never know why Sunday in this weekday brew?
I'm talking to the shadows, 1 o'clock till 4
And Lord how slow the moments go.
All I do is pour black coffee.
Since the blues caught my eye,
I'm hanging out on Monday,
But Sunday dreams too dry
They say a man is born to go alone
And a woman is born to weep and fret
To stay at home and drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes.
And moody all the morning, moody all night.
And in between I drink black coffee.
Black coffee.
Writer: J Francis Burke, Paul Francis Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bubbles
Choir :
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Polly Jean Harvey :
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
We loose our voice more each year,
Maybe we won't bring soon
Is there cancer in the throat ?
No stress
Polly Jean Harvey :
Maybe it's supposed to kill the success
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Because success needs killing
Polly Jean Harvey :
Murder is media
False laugh,
Forged autograph,
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
First my body, now my corpse
Polly Jean Harvey :
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Alive is pain, Murder is fame,
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
And if you're famous you may get acquitted
If you did it
Polly Jean Harvey :
There's no where to runaway
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Damn you I hope you pay
Polly Jean Harvey :
And finish the day to day
Games we play
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Polly Jean Harvey :
I'ma stay at home
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
And talk on the telephone
Polly Jean Harvey :
There's nothing in this world I want from you,
Don't fool yourself, I won't cry....
You're too scared to live
Too quick to die
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Choir :
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Stable Homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes.
Those men will break your bones
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Polly Jean Harvey :
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
We loose our voice more each year,
Maybe we won't bring soon
Is there cancer in the throat ?
No stress
Polly Jean Harvey :
Maybe it's supposed to kill the success
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Because success needs killing
Polly Jean Harvey :
Murder is media
False laugh,
Forged autograph,
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
First my body, now my corpse
Polly Jean Harvey :
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Alive is pain, Murder is fame,
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
And if you're famous you may get acquitted
If you did it
Polly Jean Harvey :
There's no where to runaway
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Damn you I hope you pay
Polly Jean Harvey :
And finish the day to day
Games we play
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Polly Jean Harvey :
I'ma stay at home
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
And talk on the telephone
Polly Jean Harvey :
There's nothing in this world I want from you,
Don't fool yourself, I won't cry....
You're too scared to live
Too quick to die
PJ Harvey & Tricky :
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Choir :
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Stable Homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes.
Those men will break your bones
Writer: WAYNE BRADY, LINDA RENEE TAYLOR, RYAN LEIGH STILES, COLIN MOCHRIE, LAURA HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Sing for You
( From the Hollywood show 1/25/97, long version of Vent with other
lyrics )
And i don't wanna say "Jew"
Cos I've a [poor piece of paper]
But i think i can say what i want
Cos i am what i am
Cos i am what i am
I can say anything
I don't need to write chorus and verses
Making some cash
Making some purses
And I'll make money
For the money
To go on
Make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
It's like, uhm, I make a money
For the money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'll make a money
For the money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
It's a corporate company is
Keepin' us company
I do as they say
And i stay alive
[Help me] survive
[The pure ghetto of the beasts]
They're sacred and obese
They go to mexico
It's like, uhm, I'm making money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'm makin'
Money for you
So you can kill a jew
So you can kill a asian
So you can kill my radio station
So you can kill a energy
And kill my enemy
And kill a energy
And kill my enemy
I'm makin'money for you
So you can kill a jew
So you can kill a asian
Kill my radio station
Yo kill my energy
And kill my enemy
And kill a asian
Kill my radio station
It's like
I'll make a money
For the money
To go on make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'm making money for you
I'm making money for you
You're gonna
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
It's a
Kill a asian
To kill my radio station
To kill my energy
To kill my enemy
To kill my energy x6
Energy
Kill my energy
Kill the asian
Kill my radio station
Kill the asian
Kill my radio station
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns for the funds
I sell guns
I sell guns for the funds
I'm makin' money, for the money, for the money to go on
lyrics )
And i don't wanna say "Jew"
Cos I've a [poor piece of paper]
But i think i can say what i want
Cos i am what i am
Cos i am what i am
I can say anything
I don't need to write chorus and verses
Making some cash
Making some purses
And I'll make money
For the money
To go on
Make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
It's like, uhm, I make a money
For the money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'll make a money
For the money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns
For the funds
It's a corporate company is
Keepin' us company
I do as they say
And i stay alive
[Help me] survive
[The pure ghetto of the beasts]
They're sacred and obese
They go to mexico
It's like, uhm, I'm making money
For the money
To go on and make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'm makin'
Money for you
So you can kill a jew
So you can kill a asian
So you can kill my radio station
So you can kill a energy
And kill my enemy
And kill a energy
And kill my enemy
I'm makin'money for you
So you can kill a jew
So you can kill a asian
Kill my radio station
Yo kill my energy
And kill my enemy
And kill a asian
Kill my radio station
It's like
I'll make a money
For the money
To go on make some money
Make some guns
Make some bombs
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
You know how we like it
You know how we [zoo]
I'm making money for you
I'm making money for you
You're gonna
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
Kill my energy
Kill my enemy
It's a
Kill a asian
To kill my radio station
To kill my energy
To kill my enemy
To kill my energy x6
Energy
Kill my energy
Kill the asian
Kill my radio station
Kill the asian
Kill my radio station
I don't sell records
I sell guns
I sell guns for the funds
I sell guns
I sell guns for the funds
I'm makin' money, for the money, for the money to go on
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS, CATHERINE DORIS ANNE COFFEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Yoga
Tricky:
She's the one makes me feel these ways
He's the one needs some raise/ways
Can't stand to feel
Hate to feel
Gone insane
Highjack a plane
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Trying hard not to lose my head
Can't hardly breathe
I've been and seen
She hides my ventolin
Can't hardly breathe [x3]
Martina :
( I'm the one ), I'm the one
( Who hides his medicine ), Who hides his medicine
( Watch him stop breathing ), Watch him stop breathe
( Watch him bleed ), Watch him bleed
( I right the wrongs and take his songs ), I right the wrongs and take
his song
( And we'll all live happily ever after ), And we'll all live happy ever
after
( Can't hardly breathe ), Can't hardly breathe [x3]
And we all seem together now
Can't hardly breathe ...
She's the one makes me feel these ways
He's the one needs some raise/ways
Can't stand to feel
Hate to feel
Gone insane
Highjack a plane
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Trying hard not to lose my head
Can't hardly breathe
I've been and seen
She hides my ventolin
Can't hardly breathe [x3]
Martina :
( I'm the one ), I'm the one
( Who hides his medicine ), Who hides his medicine
( Watch him stop breathing ), Watch him stop breathe
( Watch him bleed ), Watch him bleed
( I right the wrongs and take his songs ), I right the wrongs and take
his song
( And we'll all live happily ever after ), And we'll all live happy ever
after
( Can't hardly breathe ), Can't hardly breathe [x3]
And we all seem together now
Can't hardly breathe ...
Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS, BJORK GUDMUNDSDOTTIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Judas
(Martin Gore)
Is simplicity the best
Or simply the easiest
The narrowest path
Is always the holiest
So walk on barefoot for me
Suffer some misery
If you want my love
If you want my love
Man will survive
The harshest conditions
And stay alive
Through difficult decisions
So make up your mind for me
Walk the line for me
If you want my love
If you want my love
Idle talk
And hollow promises
Cheating Judases
Doubting Thomases
Don't just stand there and shout it
Do something about it
You can fulfill
Your wildest ambitions
And I'm sure you will
Lose your inhibitions
So open yourself for me
Risk your health for me
If you want my love
If you want my love
If you want my love
If you want my love
Is simplicity the best
Or simply the easiest
The narrowest path
Is always the holiest
So walk on barefoot for me
Suffer some misery
If you want my love
If you want my love
Man will survive
The harshest conditions
And stay alive
Through difficult decisions
So make up your mind for me
Walk the line for me
If you want my love
If you want my love
Idle talk
And hollow promises
Cheating Judases
Doubting Thomases
Don't just stand there and shout it
Do something about it
You can fulfill
Your wildest ambitions
And I'm sure you will
Lose your inhibitions
So open yourself for me
Risk your health for me
If you want my love
If you want my love
If you want my love
If you want my love
Writer: Martin Gore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Childrens Story
(Ricky Walters)
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the little boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Whyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à ¦à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  ya hit me ?",
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near a university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the little boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or your soul gets cashed.
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the little boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Whyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à ¦à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  à  ya hit me ?",
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near a university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the little boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or your soul gets cashed.
Writer: Ricky M. L. Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nearly God is the unofficial second album by English rapper and producer Tricky. It was released in February 1996 under the pseudonym "Nearly God", which originated from an interview during which Tricky was asked "so how does it feel to be God... well, nearly God."
Described by Tricky as a compilation of exceptional yet unfinished demos, Nearly God was the result of a clause in his recording contract with Island Records, which allowed him to release an album once a year under a name other than his own. According to Tricky, "I needed it to come out, but Island would never let me release two Tricky albums in the same year"; his official second album Pre-Millennium Tension was released in September 1996.
An austerely produced trip hop record, Nearly God was well received by critics and featured collaborations between Tricky and artists such as Alison Moyet, Björk, Neneh Cherry, Terry Hall, and Martina Topley-Bird, who had worked with him on his previous album Maxinquaye (1995).
Performed By:
TrickyDescribed by Tricky as a compilation of exceptional yet unfinished demos, Nearly God was the result of a clause in his recording contract with Island Records, which allowed him to release an album once a year under a name other than his own. According to Tricky, "I needed it to come out, but Island would never let me release two Tricky albums in the same year"; his official second album Pre-Millennium Tension was released in September 1996.
An austerely produced trip hop record, Nearly God was well received by critics and featured collaborations between Tricky and artists such as Alison Moyet, Björk, Neneh Cherry, Terry Hall, and Martina Topley-Bird, who had worked with him on his previous album Maxinquaye (1995).
Genre(s): Trip hop, experimental, lo-fi
Producer(s): Tricky
Length: 64:44
Released: February 1st, 1996
Year: 1996