dichotomy To love to hate The light in me Too loud to hear Too bright to see The incest of infamy To be or not to be So I may be tainted in my truth
police and sold they're crack on Better known as back home, where they treat the Arabs, and the Spanish wrong, and the Blacks wrong, there he go with that song You may be
busy, it can't be corrected [Incomprehensible] had to be deaf I say what I like Like I said, sometimes we bite Even though you don't think it's right,
Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back (White-black) And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it
to use it, can't make it alone Boogie Motel, Boogie Motel May be sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell, yeah, you never can tell, no May be
tune don't have to be clever, And it don't matter if you put a coupla extra syllables into a line. It sounds more ethnic if it ain't good english, And
modal tune, which means -- for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This
Come what may Stars are gonna shine Come what may The big old sun will rise Come what may Night is gonna follow the day Come what may Rain's gonna fall
you may the time And you may devotion I may have the feeling But I just haven't got the emotion You can quote me words of love From passion's poetry But I must be
of restless I guess She was dreaming And counting her blessings Trouble is on a glorious day You start believing Bad can be good someday, bad can be
don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is... Alone
need to telephone and talk to you, To see if you remember things the way I do. It won't be too much longer `til we'll be old and gray, And winding up
't worry bout me it's all over now though I may be blue I'll manage somehow Love can't be explained can't be controled one day it's warm next day it's
m in the right place? (Don't move, don't move) (Grind) {repeat} Come on (Yeah) Girl, put it where it feel good (Hey) Not there, not there (What'd U say?) Put it where it
Brown I tell you just why, you know I don't lie It's been said she knocks ?em dead in any old town Since she came right it's a shame how she brings ?
know what the gentleman wanted. Mrs. Paroo: What, dear? Marian: You'll find it in Balzac. Mrs. Paroo: Excuse me fer livin' but I never read it. Marian
providin on every beat but when I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad bitch I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff I told 'em it