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Time's up/the rivers have no life Time's up/the world is full of strife Time's up/the sky is falling Time's up/the Lord is calling How you gonna stop the clock When the well runs dry All the rivers have died Moment by moment, day by day The world is just slipping away Your future won't save your past The time is now, it won't last The time is nigh Time to do-or-die Time waits for no one If you want to go on Leave me something to grow on The forests, the trees, the rivers, the seas All die of this disease Time ain't on your side Don't sit idly by You've just got to try |
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| 2. |
| 0:53 |
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In Africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication. A Negro has got no name Quite often, the words of the song are meaningless. A Negro has got no name We are wearing the name of our master etc. (much overlap and repetition |
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| 3. |
| 4:55 |
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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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| 4:19 |
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I always thought our relationship was cool You played the role of having sense I always played the fool Now something's different I don't know the reason why Whenever we separate I almost want to cry Chorus: Oh no, please not that again Love rears up its ugly head And when I come home late you don't complain or call So as a consequence I don't go out at all My friends are frightened They don't know what's going on They think you put a spell on me And now my mind is gone Chorus Love's not so bad they say But you never know where love is gonna go Does anybody really know? I'm standing at the altar As they play the wedding march I'm in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch She looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get I wake up from this nightmare in a pool of sweat Chorus What you gonna do What you gonna do when it comes and gets you |
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| 3:30 |
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Buy and die/or sell and be free We are the new Jacks/this is our reality Do unto others/leave no one alive This is our creed/we will survive No control is how I'm living On the edge with no forgiving Things get rough when you've got time to kill You've got the cash/then I've got your thrill I make more money than a judge or a cop Give me a reason why I should stop Large is how I'm living On the edge with no forgiving Some people say my soul is lost I'll lose my life if I start to turn soft From where I am there's no turning back Crack is the master I am a new Jack Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear me? I'll never change/I'll never stop I've got cold cash/I'm on the top We can get busy if you want to play I'll have the last laugh when I blow you away Don't you see me? Can't you hear me |
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| 3:48 |
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Do you remember The time of laughter Children playing, life was so sweet Before our city forgot us And let the druglord take our street Pacify me politician Pacify me with your lies Blind to the people suffering Deaf to the children's cries But I know what to do With someone like you Police They chased my brother Policeman licensed to kill Oh how I miss my brother Good shoes are so hard to fill Policeman are you happy? You snuffed a medical student out Maybe he could have changed the world I guess we'll never find out But I know what to do With someone like you I know what to do With someone like you It's never too late to change your ways It's never too late to change your ways Too young Gave her body She was afraid of being alone One baby having another Sweet baby wants to be grown But there's an angel on your shoulder Always speaking to your soul Listen and your heart will be glad You'll never have to be alone 'Cause I know what to do With someone like you I know what to do With someone like you I know what to do With someone like you I know what to do |
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| 3:50 |
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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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| 8. |
| 6:26 |
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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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| 6:11 |
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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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| 4:17 |
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Touch without seeing love with no feeling Stealing a moment...under cover of darkness I'd like to kiss you let my lips caress you Sending sparks of passion up your spine But doing so means saying no and even The thought would be a crime I like to touch your skin even if it is a sin I'd rather burn than not touch you I might just go mad thinking what I might have had And all the things I'd like to do Chorus: Safe seduction isn't what it is Sexuality isn't what it appears to be It's what you think you see I want to make you hot Touch that spot and send you on a trip But my consequence is abstinence And Lord knows I just can't slip I want to feel you/the real you Not the projection that you let me see The safest sex is when it's not skin to skin It's very simple let your mind go free Chorus To do or not to do that is the question Over and over you're prone to suggestion And I simply can't condone the fact That you want to make your bed my home Let's say I take this man as my lover And he swears that there will never be another But really he doesn't give a damn about safe sex And with all these other girls he has a taste test Well the thrill doesn't outweigh the consequences Therefore I am using my common senses To let you know I adore you But I'm afraid I'm not the one for you Chorus |
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| 12. |
| 4:32 |
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We are all fighting the same fight We are all in the same war We are all in the same revolution You got to know what you're fighting for We are all fighting the same fight We are all in the same war We are all in the same revolution You got to know what you're fighting for Yelling and kicking trying to stay alive All the time eyes on the prize But does anybody hear my cries Tell me something do I qualify? TV telling me we're just the same What they're talking is the same old game Tell me if I'm just like you, why can't I do the things That you do (huh)? If war's the key, what door will it open? Is peace the answer, then what's the question? War is hell Peace is hell Love is hell Oh what the hell My heart beats just like yours When I dream my mind soars But no fantasy can pay my bills Another dream unfulfilled We are all fighting the same fight We are all in the same war We are all in the same revolution You got to know what you're fighting for We are all fighting the same fight We are all in the same war We are all in the same revolution You got to know what you're fighting for Fight the fight In the war In this revolution You got to know what you're fighting for |
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| 0:48 |
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| 3:37 |
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When it hurts to be out there Where no one will care I've got the solace of you Frustrated by people's lying But I keep on trying I've got the solace of you When I can't think straight And there's no escape I've got the solace of you Gotta go inside back where it started Back to the beginning 'Cause that's where my heart is They can hurt me, jail my body I'll still be free I've got the solace of you They can take my land Tell me I'm not who I am I've got the solace of you A wise man said to know thyself 'Cause in the end there's no one else Just the solace of you Gotta go inside back where it started Back to the beginning 'Cause that's where my heart is Gotta go inside Back to the beginning |
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| 6:23 |
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In another life You might have been a genius In another life You might have been a star In another life Your face might have been perfect In another life You'd drive a better car In another life All your jokes are funny In another life Your heart is free from fear In another life You make a lot of money In this other life Everything is clear In another life You're always the hero In another life You always win the game In another life No one ever cheats you In another life You never have to change In another life Your friends never desert you In another life You never have to cry In another life No one ever hurts you In this other life Your loved-ones never die But this is the life you have This is the life you have This is the life you have This is the life In another life You're always the victim In another life You're always the thief In another life You are always lonely In this other life There is no relief In your real life Treat it like it's special In your real life Try to be more kind In your real life Think of those that love you In this real life Try to be less blind |
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