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"Airwaves"

We interrupt your program to bring you
[alot of static]

This is a Wu-Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast
[echoing]

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang....

[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]

Bobby Steels fables till
MCs get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill
Is stamped on the map like the compass
Taking sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
blast in your box walk wid alarm clocks
Cars drive explodes on the block
One stop parks, pops in trunk
Snears pop loud as glock shots
Pierced like a earring in your face
Cops stop, give a sitation
Report for radio station identification
*Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up*
Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu
Flying monks fatal darts from your airwaves strike you antenna
You feeled a bit shimmer
It makes your like you dimmer
You thought you turned your dial from this
You best to slit your wrists
Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius
Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
In your atmosphere the rap racketeer
Six pack battery back keep em stacked
I live for hip-hop
And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipos
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

"Love Jones"
(feat. Angel Cake)

C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit
Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know, a nigga, knahmsayin
Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in
I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now
Word
Just take off your shirt
cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders
My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it

[Chorus: Angel Cake]

Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones.. for you
[x2]

[Bobby Digital]
Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black glock
or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb
Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it
She spread your wings like a peacock
Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!
Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe
into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose
and stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul
And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose
Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove
Backstroke in your abyss like a fish
Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
She was filled with pleasures, of all measures
But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure
Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top
The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops
and seas, that brought us together, for the better
We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather
So maintain the stormy weather
Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo

[Chorus]

[Bobby Digital]
Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen
Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings
so we can take flight, to the edge of the night
And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight
You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through
your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you
up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin
that bring forth the power refines your whole planet
She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her
She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California
Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant
I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark continent
And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains
Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin
Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion
one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways
to make children, by buildin
Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her,
"You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?"
Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator
and stuck the diamond might deep inside the crater

[Chorus]

"N.Y.C. Everything"
(<b>performed by</b> RZA as Bobby Digital & Method Man)

[Bobby Digital:]
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting

Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My ten strike combo deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacle, sing a simple song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's identical you biter
Non-writer, Mr. Potato Head, Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut
One single cut fucks your whole LP up
You must be stupid you liar, I'm the purifier, live wire
Hip Hop reviver, a suicide mission you're committing
Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts and rip charts and
Archery, shots aimed at your heart and
Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfucking ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear
Went from here to infinity but I'm right here
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mister Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this love before you perish
Bitch - ka-chich ka-chich - watch me switch
Looking for a bird I can hitch
Enter your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear, smack your rear
Vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a bride of
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

[Method Man:]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Never minding men, dropping gem, can he shine again
Most definite, let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three
I'm supposed to be perpetuous
Decimate the poetry get everything that's close to me
The lecherous, Jonathan
King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan, the Methodist
Poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water Dr. Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange, rubbing me the wrong way
Burn one and saute, bringing you different ways of sword play
They busting bullets over Broadway, deep cover
I'm like Larry when the fish burn, I burn rubber
Cause I'm not an easy lover
Ten to midnight, butt naked with a knife
Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die
Crooked S and crooked I, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive

From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

"To The Rescue"
(performed by U-God & Leatha Face)

[U-God:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin'
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin'

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[Lethaface:]
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head
Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin'
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue

[U-God:]
Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold
Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin'
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Menate the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin'
Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin'
Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation
Standin' ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

"Left & Right"
(feat. Method Man & Redman)

[Redman:]
Yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, yo

My flow's remarkable
Doc walk like Caine from Kung Fu 'round the globe
Throw obstacles, I'll hurdle them
Herb and wack MCs
Drum racks to the rims, to the caps
Yo Methical, and D, I'm ASAP (Come on now)
I'm crack of dawn chicken huntin' at KFC (Woo)
In '83 I was that scrub TLC talked about
Now I rock the house, chalk 'em out

[Method Man:]
Yeah, no doubt
Who got the biggest ass in the house? (Yeah)
Young miss, fillet-of-fish, saltwater trout
Pretty young thing, got a tongue ring and dirty mouth
And she whisperin' them sweet nothings, I air it out (Air it out)
Baby, you got me like Joanie had Chachi
Until she got high and went and fucked Potsie (Yeah)
Lady Godiva, from day one a dick rider
Liar, liar, set your pussy on fire

[D'Angelo:]
I see you dancin' right now
I don't need to tell you that you know how
Baby, you do, oh
I say you belong
And if you dream to be free
I can take you there, just follow me
Baby, I won't, huh
I won't steer you wrong

And it seems like to me
You want someone to fit your pedigree
Baby, I do, huh
So what you want?
Smack your ass, pull your hair
And I even kiss you way down there
You know that I will, huh
Think I won't? Huh

[D'Angelo (Method Man):]
Specially when you do it
Left and right, keep it movin'
Up and down, love it when you do it, babe
Left and right, keep it movin'
Up and down, so what you doin'?
Left and right, love it when you do it
Up and down, love it when you do it
Left and right, keep doin' it, babe, yeah
Left and right and up and down
(Yo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Ayo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Ayo, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Yeah, Houston, how we do it?)
Left, left, left, left

Here you are in my world (It's just my world)
Make you feel like a pearl
I'll rub your back, huh, and fulfill your needs
So why don't we just get undressed?
Feel the tender touch of your caress
That's what I want
Why don't you give it to me? (Yeah, give it to me)

[D'Angelo:]
I will have you believe
There's no reason for you to leave
Stay right here (Stay right here) in my arms (In my arms, oh)
Where you're safe and secure (Yeah)
Here with me you can be sure
There's no threat (Yeah), say you turn me on

[D'Angelo (Method Man):]
Specially when you do it
Left and right, oh, yeah
Up and down, you keep it movin'
Left and right, yeah, she movin'
Up and down, oh, yeah
Left and right, love it when you do it
Up and down, don't stop doin' it, babe
Left and right, just keep doin' it, baby
(Talk to 'em)
Left and right and up and down
(Haha, yo, ayo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
Oh, yeah
(Ayo, D, how we do it? Yeah)
Left and right and up and down
(C'mon, yo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Yeah, funked out, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
Oh
(Ayo, stylin', yo, this is how we do it)

[D'Angelo {Redman}:]
I know that you know the sexy little things you do (Oh, oh) {yeah} (ooh)
The sexy little things you do
I know that you know (Yeah) the sexy little things you do (Oh)

[Redman (Method Man) {D'Angelo}:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, Doc be off the wall
With Keith and Mally G
Pushin' a Harley D with a jar of green
Come one-five-one, straight indo, the spot
I fuck brown sugar behind the fiber glass window
It's Doc, pack guns, don't sling weight
The only thing I sling is condoms for spring break
(Fuck 'em) How we do it?
(Leave 'em) How we do it? {Oh, baby}
(Get the money) The pussy
(The weed) Now do it

[Method Man {D'Angelo}:]
Now take your coat off and stay a while {Oh, oh, oh}
Now, honey child, if you're gon' be actin' funny style
Then I don't need ya
It's Saturday, this night fever (Come on)
Shit is poppin', Cheeba, my mouth cotton
'Tis the season for draws droppin' (Yeah)
And heavy breathin' (Uh-huh)
You ain't skeezin', you dick teasin'?
I'm leavin', actin' rotten (Word)
I got no time for games, I'm no joke {Oh, oh}
Drop that ass when I'm finished (Yeah) and watch it smoke (Yeah)

[Method Man:]
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

"Eyes A Bleed (RZA Remix)"

[Bounty Killer:]
Yeah yeah! YEA YEA YEAH!
Lawd a mercy
Well I and I a old herbalistic, and
This one is very enthusiastic because the world say dem want it, and
I-ses and praises to whosoever plant it, I gotta chant it
Well!

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

I ask, who gonna be my sponsor?
Seh back this argument, say dem must legalize ganja
Believe a now me ask and never get any answer
Dem come wit cigarettes weh only give you lungs cancer, I heard
It give ya mouth bad odor
Some bwoy dem send fi needle and some snort the powder
Jamaica was brand as the land of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

[Masta Killa:]
Wu-Tang sound control America
One operator, one selector
Wu-Tang sound control America
One operator, one selector

Those unaware would not knowledge the square
I linger in the air like smoke, but I'm there
Hard to di-tect yourself
When you can't see clear through the rapid feed, them collie weed?
Original ganja plant, dem bear seed, the aroma
Got me callin my connect, I need a donor
To lace me with pounds from Arizona, the elusive
Bounty and the Masta exclusive
Many entertainer want the chance to bust
But it's only with the Gods I trust, do I puff
Burnin bush from in front ho
Lampin on the Bay of Montego
To a far wind, bringin wallabee Clarks to the starvin
There's no escapin the soundclash
Gun fire shot, I make it hot at Sunsplash

[Bounty Killer:]
Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

I ask, who gonna be my sponsor?
Seh back this argument, say dem must legalize ganja
Believe a now me ask and never get any answer
Dem come wit cigarettes weh only give you lungs cancer, I heard
It give ya mouth bad odor
Some bwoy dem send fi needle and some snort the powder
Jamaica was brand as the land of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

"Hard To Kill"
(performed by Spice 1 & Method Man)

[Method Man:]
Yeah, play time's over motherfuckers
Spice 1's defiantly in motherfuckin' effect
You know what I'm saying? Bringing it to all you bitch ass niggas
So raise up and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill

[Spice 1:]
I'm running this niggas off their block
Taking their shit kicking it to the bitches
People can't lift off your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches
Nigga, bullets fly through the door
I'll shoot you and that ho
Got a cap for each nigga fucking with my cash flow
Pid cap, be love cap pid
Because in the neighborhood cause still kill at will
Gotta keep on my pistol on tight
Slanging sugar delite
That china white got these niggas killing each other tonight
Sometimes a turf is like a war zone
Or even Vietnam, not at the movies but you still see the died come
And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo
You got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood
Se niggas will stick you for your cash
That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass
So Method Man show these niggas the deal
Let these motherfuckers know that your hard to kill

[Method Man:]
Who dat nigga? You with me with the super fly Methtical nigga
Who want to die? For real nigga
Wow, even try to test sides
Challenger your the bird with my .45 caliber
Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the Method motherfucka
With the guns blazing? You trail, my god, its amazing
Where your punk at?
Nightmares like Wes Craven

The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga
I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga
You're a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death
We'll throw your punk ass in the river
On the battle ship I'm the captain
Beat that ass bloody as a sanitary napkin

S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah

[Spice 1:]
Blah! These motherfuckers nutz if you want to murder me
Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G
Rollz with the uzi and that shit that will make your body drop
Close up your shop, tic toc and it don't stop
Nigga, down for my strap niggas on their back
No rat-tat-tat silencer on the mac
Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws
Got these niggas screaming pause
Pistol whip and breaking out their jaw
Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me
Many niggas out there willing to go nuts with me
And light up your block and leave them smokin like some fucked up bammer
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's, can't be put in no slammer
I don't be fucking with no snitches
Ain't no body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt
And yo momma as well
New York to Cali niggas are hard to kill
Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha fucka
If your not riding with your steal

S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7

Capping your ass for the 94, what you know? Grab your Glock
Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon
187 thousand G

"Only 4 My Niggas"
(performed by Black Knights, P.Dot, Sandman)

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

[Crisis:]
Late night, LAPD lurkin'
Like a great white in bloody waters
But we doggin cuz my click stay tight
Pull up at the liquor sto'
Cuz we gotta get some mo'
40's and blunts, smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
Bout to scoop

[Monk:]
Cuz he like my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman
He earlin'
By a parked van, spoke up on the dark plan
Devious plot
How to get a knot-Nothin major-
Just runnin up in a local spots
I grab the blunts and the box of Newport's for Doc
It's vice night
Every block infested with cops
I jumped back in
What's crackin'?
You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months
You know he got dough stackin'
Stop playin'

[Sandman:]
Nigga I'm not playin'
They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11:30
Heard where the money be from a little birdie
Don't hesitate to spit, I've got 17 slugs
Let's make it in and out, and get the money and drugs
If you scared then go to church
But it's simple than that?
He leave his bitch up in the house
With a petit little strap
And she timid with it, wouldn't tell that she knew who did it
We on the quest to survive
My niggas be the fittest
Let make it happen, rap, scrap or keep it cappin'
Next night
Sound check will keeps the goods lappin'
Safe spot, lace Doc
And Monk he know what's happenin'
It's just a little nappy nigga always been
Trigger-happy

[Crisis (Monk):]
(It's on, what's poppin?)
Hey, that nigga Sandman told you how it's goin down?
(4 Sho) He did? (Yeah)
Fuck it, let's go nigga

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

[Doc Doom (Sandman):]
So S-man, what up? We gon' do this or what?
I know he sittin on somethin', we been watchin' for months
(Plus his man just rolled up, he's about to Re-Up)
Let's hit em both at the same time
(Damn it's like you read my mind)
11:29
Time to move out, ring the doorbells
Soon as he open the door, we whip the two's out
Everybody hit the floor
Scooped up the drugs
Pistol-whipped his hoe
He said the money's up under the rug
In the master bed room
(Check it out Monk)
But if you lyin'
Tonight all of y'all gonna be sleepin' in a tomb
Monk what the hell we got?

[Monk:]
Bingo, we hit the jackpot
60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks
2 Glocks, fresh out the box
It's time to smash out
Kill a bitch, empty the clips, and then shake the spot
The homies in the car
Let' go, it's time to get on
Back to the spot, divide it up
So we can stack on
Sew the block up, bubble up, cuz times is hard
Slippin in the streets, your ass'll pay to serve charge
Cuz it cost to be the boss
Tough talk will get you traced in chalk
Spot Rusherz rush the spot
What the fuck you thought?

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

We all wanna bubble
Only with my niggas
We all wanna bubble
Only with my niggas

"Bring Da Ruckus"

[Sample from Shaolin vs. Wu Tang:]
"Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style."
"If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?"
"En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."

[RZA:]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!

[Ghostface Killah:]
Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse
My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an'
However I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era
Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

[Raekwon:]
I watch my back like I'm locked down
Hardcore-hittin' sound
Watch me act bugged and tear down
Illiterate-type asshole, songs goin' gold
No doubt, and you watch a corny nigga fold
Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats
But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty macks
Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo, soooo represent!
I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up
Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger
36 styles of danger

[RZA:]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
So bring it on!

[Inspectah Deck:]
I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigga
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on

[RZA:]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!

[GZA:]
Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp
A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back swish
Givin' bystanders heart attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him?
I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus!
And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
Bring da fuckin' ruckus!

[RZA:]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!

"En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on, nigga!

"Shame On A Nigga"

[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck... I'll fuck your ass up!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Raekwon):]
(Yo, hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot!
Blaow! How you like me now?
Don't fuck the style, ruthless wild
Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the fuck out?
Wanna get on it like that? Well, then shout!

[Method Man:]
Yo RZA, yo razor, hit me with the major
The damage, my clan understand it, be flavor
Gunnin', hummin', comin' at ya
First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggas resignin', now master
My style? Never!
I put the fuckin' buck in the wild, kid, I'm terror, razor-sharp
I sever, the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my competta
You mean competitor, whatever, let's get together

[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the tri-BLOW!

[Raekwon:]
I react so thick, I'm phat, and yo
Rae came blowin' and blew off your headphones, black
Rap from, yo, Cali to Texas
Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to wreck this
Brothers approach and half step
But ain't heard half of it yet and I bet you're not a fuckin' vet
So, when you see me on the real
Formin' like Voltron, remember I got deep like a Navy Seal

[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up!

Yo! I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya
Crews be actin' like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out and play!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers
So I can get fizza-funky for ya
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang
Rah! Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane
I'll be like wild with my style
Punk, you play me, chump, you get jumped
Wu is comin' through at a theater near you
And get funk like a shoe, what?

"Clan In Da Front"

[RZA:]
Up from the 36 Chambers
Heheh, it's the Ghost Face Killah
Heheheh, Wu-Tang!
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghostface Killah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Masta Killa, Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assassin
The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet
K.D. the Down Low Recka
Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child
Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah
Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master
Isham, DJ Skane, the True Robocop comin' through
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of things
Killa Beez all over your fuckin' planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin' off your motherfuckin' dome
-piece, and every fuckin' borough
Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island
The motherfuckin' Bronx, Killa Beez

[Sample from Shaolin and Wu-Tang:]
The sword? C'mon, give him the sword!

[GZA:]
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what? (Wu, wu, wu, wu)

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
Fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald-
-ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow
'Cause the ho didn't win, but the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine
Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone!
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones
The GZA, one who just represent the Wu-Tang clique
With the game and soul of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with full metal jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
Hoods on the right, wild for the night (Wu, wu, wu, wu)
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what (Wu, wu, wu, wu)

No response while I bomb that ass
You ain't shit, your wack-ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped-up niggas on a stage get rushed
I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got or who knows you, kid
'Cause I don't know you, therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants? Ahh, human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time, come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
How you sound, B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ, the catcher, he's my man
In a way he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs, I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike 'em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't fuck with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggas on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
Let your feet stomp
Brag shit to death
Wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp

"Can It Be All So Simple"

[RZA:]
Fuck yo, we gotta get this fucking loot baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back, remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all smooth and calm and shit was like

[GFK:] Smoke that bone, nigga

[RZA:]
Yo man, yo I'm doing it God, I'm doing it man
I'm saying, back in like in '70, fucking '79

[Mef:] Everybody was on your line man

[RZA:]
Nah, '87, that was my favorite shit God
Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely
Yo get the fuck out the rain nigga
Oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck
Ayo Ghost, ayo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas?
Man, what the fuck you nigga, ah

[Gladys Knight:]
Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right? Everybody! The good old days
Well, let's talk about the good old days!

[Raekwon:]
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical; where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo!

Started off on the island, aka Shaolin
Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'
Back in the days, I'm 8 now
Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16
Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey
And niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North, now he got the loft
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)
Fuck that!

[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah):]
Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
(Dedicated to MPV's: phat!)

[Ghostface Killah (Raekwon):]
Kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A
Happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots
Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold!
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night
I want to have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now it's just a big dream
'Cause I find myself in a place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
'Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser
The God left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
To continue to make more hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
(Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9, nigga)
Word up, it's all like that... yeah

[Method Man:]
It's like this, I'ma start from the top
Inspectah Deck, he's like
He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you
Play yourself and all that, right?
And see you sit there and know you lyin'
And he'll take you to court after that
'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and
And also he the Rebel I.N.S
You know what I'm sayin'?
And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef
He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin'
On some "oh shit"
Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man
It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit

[Raekwon:]
You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow

[Method Man:]
And I'm tellin' you, mine
Basically Method Man is like
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
And then Baby U, he a psychopathic
He a psychopathic thinker
And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard
'Cause there ain't no father to his style
That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'?
He on some "now you see me, now you don't"
Know what I'm sayin'? And and, the RZA
He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan
He always on point, razor sharp
With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ

[Raekwon:]
And the GZA, the G is just the Genius
He, he's the backbone of the whole shit

[RZA:]
It's self-explanatory, Genius, word

[Method Man:]
He the head, let's put it that way
We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Interviewer:]
Yeah, yeah, that's cool
So what's like, I mean what's like
Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry?

[Method Man:]
Domination, baby, fuck that

[Raekwon:]
Can I say this one? Can I say this one?
Right now, right now, we still, we still
Feel like we ain't get what we want yet
When we get, when we get, when we get a little props
And really really get the way we gotta go
That's when you know it's on
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin'
But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin'
That I know that everybody wanna hear
'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear
You know what I'm sayin'?
But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal
We gon' keep goin'

[Method Man:]
Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this
We tryin' to make a business outta this, man
We ain't tryin' to know what I'm sayin'?
Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that
We tryin' to make our own shit
So that when our children, word
So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever
They got somethin' for theyselves right there

[Ghostface Killah:]
We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick
Know what I'm sayin'?
We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw
You know what I'm sayin'? (Word)

"Tearz"

After laughter comes tears

[RZA:]
Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast
We was laughin' at all the girls that passed
Conversation, brothers had began to discuss
(Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?)
Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far
'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha
Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead
My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread
Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer
Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner
"Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!"
But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!"
Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag
Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave
Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block
(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood all over the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was
Aw man! How do I say goodbye?
It's always the good ones that have to die
Memories in the corner of my mind
Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time
I taught him all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words

After laughter comes tears

[Ghostface Killah:]
Me and my man, my ace Big Moe from the shelter
'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma
Now, Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck
Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect
We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed
Three o'clock in the mornin', somethin' got to give
Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next
Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex!
He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real!
She's not even worth it to go raw deal."
A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
He got butt-naked and stuck the power U
Twenty minutes went by, Moe, I'm out without a doubt
I'm not pumpin' up, I am airin' out
Hey yo, he came out laughin' with glory
I'm surprised he's still livin' to tell his story
But he carried on with the same old stuff
With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed his luck
Moe tried to be down with O.P.P
Ain't nothin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V
Now no life to live, doc says two more years
So after the laughter I guess comes the tears

After laughter comes tears

Memnoch the Devil (1995) is a vampire novel by American writer Anne Rice, the fifth in her Vampire Chronicles series, following The Tale of the Body Thief. In this story, Lestat is approached by the Devil and offered a job at his side.

The title and many themes of this novel are borrowed from the 19th-century Gothic novel Melmoth the Wanderer by Irish author Charles Maturin.

Plot
After stalking and killing Roger, a ruthless but passionate mobster, Lestat is approached by Roger's ghost. Roger asks him to take care of his daughter Dora, a devout and popular televangelist, whom he wants to spare from embarrassment. At the same time, Lestat has become increasingly paranoid that he's being stalked by a powerful force. Eventually, Lestat meets the Devil, who calls himself Memnoch.[1] He takes Lestat on a whirlwind tour of Heaven and Hell, and retells the entirety of history from his own point of view in an effort to convince Lestat to join him as God's adversary. In his journey, Memnoch claims he is not evil, but merely working for God by ushering lost souls into Heaven. Lestat is left in confusion, unable to decide whether or not to cast his lot with the Devil.

After the tour, Lestat believes himself to have had a major revelation. Among other things, he believes that he has seen Christ's crucifixion and has received Saint Veronica's Veil. Even though Lestat suspects the entire experience was some kind of deception, he tells his story to Armand, David Talbot and Dora, who have joined him in New York City. When Lestat produces the veil as proof of his experience, Dora and Armand are deeply moved upon seeing it. Dora reveals the veil to the world, triggering a religious movement. Armand goes into the sunlight and immolates himself in order to convince people that a miracle has occurred.

At the end of the novel, Lestat and David go to New Orleans. There, Maharet returns an eye Lestat lost in Hell, along with a note from Memnoch that reveals he may have been manipulating Lestat to serve his own agenda. Lestat then loses control of himself and Maharet is forced to chain him in the basement of a vampire-controlled convent so that he will not hurt himself or others.

Although the novel fits into the storyline of The Vampire Chronicles, the vast majority of it consists of Memnoch's account of cosmology and theology. The novel follows up on claims made by David in The Tale of the Body Thief that God and the Devil are on better terms than most Christians believe. It also reinterprets biblical stories to create a complete history of Earth, Heaven and Hell that fit neatly with the history of vampires given in The Queen of the Damned.

Characters
Lestat de Lioncourt – The main character of the story and the past four books, Lestat was created by a powerful vampire named Magnus, who promptly cremated himself after creating his heir. Lestat is a relatively "good" vampire, only feeding on those he deems evil after reading their minds. In previous books, Lestat made the man named David Talbot a vampire by force, an action that went against vampire law.
Theodora, nicknamed "Dora" – A devout Christian who has a cable TV show. She is very beautiful and charismatic. She is waiting for a miracle to inspire her. Dora is the daughter of Roger. She won't take anything from Roger because he is a mobster. Lestat becomes obsessed with her in the process of hunting her father. Despite the warnings of his vampire kin, he reveals himself to her and she takes it as the miracle she's been awaiting. When Lestat brings her Veronica's veil, Dora starts her own religion.
Roger – Dora's father. A mobster who runs a successful drug ring selling cocaine. When Dora's mother tried to take full custody of her, Roger killed her. After his death, he haunts Lestat, describing his own life and commanding Lestat to watch over Dora from then on.
God – Creator and ruler of the universe and all angels. According to Memnoch, He does not know how He came to be and therefore created the universe and life in an attempt to better understand Himself. In telling his account of creation, Memnoch characterizes God as aloof and uncaring.
Memnoch the Devil – The fallen angel of legend also known as Satan or Lucifer. He has long defied God in asking why humans should suffer and not immediately be placed in Heaven. Because of these questions and other actions that he makes, he alleges that he is put in charge of preparing the souls for their ascent into Heaven. Memnoch's domain thus serves as a place of punishment that will eventually earn access to Heaven. He may have sinister ulterior motives. In the novel Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis, it is alluded to that Memnoch may have been an inhuman spirit that dwelled in the place between the physical realm and Heaven.
Cosmology
The universe as revealed to Lestat by the Devil follows the following cosmology:

God is a powerful and immortal being worshipped by angels, His first creation, since before the existence of matter and time. The Earth was His creation. Because of this, angels spent much time admiring His handiwork and singing His praises. However, God does not appear to be omniscient or even entirely omnibenevolent. Despite assurances, Memnoch, an archangel, claims to have changed God's opinion on the importance and supernatural quality of humanity.

Through evolution, creatures on the Earth developed into the image of God and angels and a "flame" of life which allowed pain and death. Eventually, humans developed their own souls, invisible and incorporeal spiritual essences similar to God and the angels. This shocks and horrifies many of the angels. These souls collect in confusion around the world in an airy realm that the angels describe as "Sheol" or "the Gloom", attempting to come to terms with their existence. Some dissipate into nothing, some do not realize or do not accept they are dead. Some take comfort and strength from their living descendants, becoming patron ancestors. Such interventions cause the tales of spirits, reincarnation and the first vampires.

The addle-brained spirits (mentioned in The Queen of the Damned and The Witching Hour) are of two types. The first are angels who fell in love with certain parts of nature and became spirits of rocks, mountains, and trees; they did not return to Heaven. The "invisible ones" are incorporeal human souls who never interacted with the angels, forgot they were ever human, and became demons—spirits or lesser gods whom the living worship.

Memnoch becomes impatient with God's constant assurances that all is well, despite the pain and suffering of life and death. Memnoch vehemently criticizes God's plan, accusing God of lacking vision and benevolence. Memnoch decides to collect evidence to persuade God that humanity is outside of nature by creating physical form. When, as part of this, he experiences sex, God bans Memnoch from Heaven; Memnoch spends the next three months imparting his vast knowledge of science to humanity, thus inadvertently founding civilization, during which time Memnoch realizes that the characteristic that sets humans apart is their ability to love and feel passionate.

When God invites Memnoch to Heaven to explain his disturbance of the natural order of creation, Memnoch persuades God to allow him to find souls who are suitable for Heaven. After thousands of years wandering Sheol, Memnoch discovers an especially powerful group of souls who have forgiven God for His indifference and absence and appreciate the grandness of all creation. God accepts these souls into Heaven, changing it forever.

God is highly pleased with the new composition of Heaven, but Memnoch continues to accuse God of not showing concern for the other souls of Sheol. Memnoch finally loses trust in God and demands that He should take human form to understand passion and, in fury, God banishes Memnoch from Heaven.

While Memnoch is in exile, God takes on a human form, Jesus. God believes that by appearing in human form, performing miracles, suffering and dying, He will create a religion that will allow more humans to attain the love of God by suffering and sacrifice. This is in sharp contrast to Memnoch's approach of attaining purity through love and experience of the wonders of creation. The two confront each other in the desert. God continuously argues that Man is a creature of Nature and ruled by its laws; only through suffering and death can man evolve and eventually be worthy of Heaven. Memnoch continuously argues that suffering and death has no value, and Man needlessly suffers in Life and in Sheol while already worthy of God's light yet deprived of knowing Him.

Memnoch is awed and shocked by God's sacrifice. Nevertheless, he argues that God did not put Himself through enough. Unlike a regular human, when God died on the cross He knew that He would survive and thus could never have known the true suffering of Man: the fear of death. Man does not know his immortal soul will survive for all eternity, and thus suffers from fear of the unknown. God knew He would survive death and could not truly know what it was to be a human. For God, this complaint is the last straw: He declares Memnoch to be His adversary, and commands him to rule Sheol and Earth in a devilish form, preparing souls for Heaven in his own fashion.

As human history progresses, God's religion only exacerbates the suffering of Man instead of alleviating it. Acts of hate—war, persecution, genocide—are carried out in His name. Working in Sheol, Memnoch creates a form of Hell, a place where people who have been bad in life, will be punished until their souls are able to forgive all (themselves, each other, and God) for the suffering and ignorance they endured in order to understand the joy of creation and the light of God enough to be ready for Heaven. Memnoch doesn't like this work and is constantly asking God to appoint someone else to the job (as David Talbot witnesses in The Tale of the Body Thief).

Reception
Maryanne Booth reviewed Memnoch: The Devil for Arcane magazine, rating it a 4 out of 10 overall.[2] Booth comments that "If this is the last of the Vampire Chronicles, it's a dismal conclusion to an inspiring series of books that won Anne Rice many admirers."[2] Michael McLeod writing for Orlando Sentinel described the book as a cross between a creature feature and The 700 Club and said that Rice's "[...] proportions are so epic that her dark hero gets lost among them."[3]

Reviews
Review by Faren Miller (1995) in Locus, #415 August 1995[4]
Review by Brian Stableford (1995) in Interzone, #99 September 1995
Review by Tanya Brown (1996) in Vector 187
Review by Norman Beswick (1996) in Vector 189, p32[5]
Review by Colin Steele (2001) in SF Commentary, #77

From Anne (posted 8/4/09):

Update July 29, 2009
As of now, I am receiving two to three requests a day to read the poetry, stories or novels of unpublished writers. I cannot comply with these requests. This is no reflection on the people writing to me.  I am unable to do it because of my own schedule and my own work. I wish all struggling writers every success.

From Anne (posted 6/15/09):

"First off, I know nothing about publishing today and have precious little that I can say on that subject. However one point I can make is this: no legitimate publisher charges a writer money to publish a book. Only "vanity" presses do this, and they are, as far as I know, in the business of making their money off authors. I do not encourage anyone to go with a "vanity" press. --- I wish I had more to offer but I don't.

On writing, my advice is the same to all. If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If you feel blocked, write through it until you feel your creative juices flowing again. Write. Writing is what makes a writer, nothing more and nothing less. --- Ignore
critics. Critics are a dime a dozen. Anybody can be a critic. Writers are priceless. ---- Go where the pleasure is in your writing. Go where the pain is. Write the book you would like to read. Write the book you have been trying to find but have not found. But write. And remember, there are no rules for our profession. Ignore rules. Ignore what I say here if it doesn't help you. Do it your own way.

--- Every writer knows fear and discouragement. Just write. --- The world is crying for new writing. It is crying for fresh and original voices and new characters and new stories. If you won't write the classics of tomorrow, well, we will not have any. Good luck."

Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat (Vampire Chronicles) (2018)
Release Date: October 2, 2018


In this spellbinding novel, Lestat, rebel outlaw, addresses the tribe of vampires, telling us the mesmerizing story of how he became prince of the vampire world, and of the formation of the Blood Communion, and how his vision for the Children of the Universe to thrive as one, came to be. Lestat takes us from his ancestral castle in the snow-covered mountains of France to the verdant wilds of lush Louisiana, with its lingering fragrances of magnolias and night jasmine; from the far reaches of the Pacific’s untouched islands to the 18th-century city of St. Petersburg and the court of the Empress Catherine. He speaks of his fierce battle of wits and words with the mysterious Rhoshamandes, proud Child of the Millennia, reviled outcast for his senseless slaughter of the legendary ancient vampire Maharet, avowed enemy of Queen Akasha, who refuses to live in harmony at court and who threatens all Lestat has dreamt of . . .

In My Time of Dyin’ WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If these wings should fail to me Lord, won't you meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry All I want you to do is take me when I die Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Pretty Peggy-O WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) I've been around this whole country But I never yet found Fenneario Well, as we marched down, as we marched down Well, as we marched down to Fennerio' Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O What will your mother say to know you're going away You're never, never, never coming back-io ? Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O Come a-running down your stairs Combing back your yellow hair You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O The lieutenant he has gone, long gone He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O.

Highway 51 Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more. Well, I know that highway like I know my hand Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land. Well, if I should die before my time should come And if I should die before my time should come Won't you bury my body out on the Highway 51. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door If I don't get the girl I'm loving Won't go down to Highway 51 no more.

Freight Train Blues WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN (ARR) I was born in Dixie in a boomer shed Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was it taught me how to cry The holler of the driver was my lullaby I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go baby, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama-ha She was the only daugther of an enginer My sweetheart was a brakeman and it ain't no joke Seems a waste to get a good man broke I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes And when the whistle blows I gotta go mama, don't you know Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues. Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train Every place I wanna go I never can go Because you know I got the freight train blues Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes.

Song to Woody WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN I’m out here a thousand miles from my home Walkin’ a road other men have gone down I’m seein’ your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song ’Bout a funny ol’ world that’s a-comin’ along Seems sick an’ it’s hungry, it’s tired an’ it’s torn It looks like it’s a-dyin’ an’ it’s hardly been born Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more I’m a-singin’ you the song, but I can’t sing enough ’Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done Here’s to Cisco an’ Sonny an’ Leadbelly too An’ to all the good people that traveled with you Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind I’m a-leavin’ tomorrow, but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I’d want to do Is to say I’ve been hittin’ some hard travelin’ too

यस्त्विन्द्रियाणि मनसा नियम्यारभतेऽर्जुन  । कर्मेन्द्रियैः कर्मयोगमसक्तः स विशिष्यते  ॥७॥ yastvindriyani manasa niyamyarabhate ‘rjuna / karmendriyaih karmayogamasaktah sa vishishyate //7// SWAMIJI: Yastu, on the opposite [side], that person who through mind controls all the organs, through mind he controls all the organs, all the temptations of organs he controls through mind; niyami arabhate arjuna karmendriyaih karmayogam, and he does all the activities of the world–karmayoga–he does everything. He goes to the office, he works there for the whole day. And he comes back and he goes to movie, he talks, he laughs, he does everything, but his consciousness, his mind, is focused towards the pathway of God consciousness. That is, he is never absent from the breathing cycle of abhyasa, meditation. Internally, he is watching his breath; externally, he is doing all the activities. Karmendriyaih karma yogam asaktah, without attachment, without being attached to those things which he does outside in the world, sa vishishyate, he is fortunate, he is the right person who is fortunate. So for you, I advise you, O Arjuna . . . नियतं कुरु कर्म त्वं कर्म ज्यायो ह्यकर्मणः  । शरीरयात्रापि च ते न प्रसिद्ध्येदकर्मणः  ॥८॥    niyatam kuru karma tvam karma jyayo hyakramanah / sharirayatrapi ca te na prasiddhyedakarmanah //8// . . . so niyatam karmanam, only those activities you should do, you should indulge in those activities only, which are advisable. Not to do plundering, not to do looting, not to do adultery, not to do all these wrong activities. But [do] those activities which are advised by your master and your shastras; you should do those activities, you should indulge in those activities. Niyatam (niyatam means shastryam, niyatam does not mean you should do activity always), niyatam, [means] which are nominated by shastras, and which are nominated, prescribed, by your master, those actions you should do. Karma jyayo, doing action is better than doing nothing, because while doing nothing he does everything. Internally, he does everything. When I left . . . one time I left my home and went to the forest . . . DENISE: Sadhuganga. SWAMIJI: Sadhuganga. . . . and in meditation I was . . . [seeing] all those things which were in my bedroom, in my bathroom, in my dressing room, there at Fatakadal [in Srinagar, Kashmir], I would see them. I would see them absolutely vividly there. So impressions were there; all impressions were with me. I had not shunned those things because they came, they appeared at the time of meditation, there, in the forest where there was nothing, only the wind and God. So, sharira yatrapi ca te na prasiddhye, this body cannot stand without doing no actions . . . with doing no actions. If you do no activity body won’t stand, you have to throw this body off. Because sometimes you have to eat, sometimes you have to go to bathroom, sometimes you have to go for playing badminton, sometimes you have to go to see cinema, sometimes you have to go to talk, sometimes you have to laugh. You have to do so many things. This body cannot remain without doing these things. If you maintain this body without doing actions, you will do all those things internally through mind. That is what he says. Sharira yatrapi ca te, this bodily sphere of life also cannot exist without doing actions. The actions will be there. यज्ञार्थात्कर्मणोऽन्यत्र लोकोऽयं कर्मबन्धनः  । तदर्थं कर्म कौन्तेय मुक्तसङ्गः समाचर  ॥९॥ yajnarthatkarmano ‘nyatra loko ‘yam karmabandhanah / tadartham karma kaunteya muktasangah samacara //9// So, doing actions in this world without sacrificing it for God, that is yajnartha, this activity should be done for God, for the sake of God, for realising God. Activity of cooking, activity of working, activity of going to cinema, should be adopted for realising God, for realising your nature. If it is done without that impression, loko ‘yam karma bandhanah, all this world will be entangled in the trap of activities. He won’t get rid of that cage. Tadartham karma kaunteya muktasangah, so being unattached to it, detached from your activities; do your activities for the sake of realising God but not for the sake of good for your livelihood. This is what I mean, this is Lord Krishna’s . . . DENISE: You mean to keep that idea in mind that, “I am doing this for the sake of God.” JAGDISH: Yajna. SWAMIJI: Yes, yajna. Yajna means . . . yajna does not mean niskama [without desire] there. Yajna is just . . . JAGDISH: Sakam. SWAMIJI: Not sakam [with desire]. . . . just for the sake of God realisation. JAGDISH: That concept. SWAMIJI: That concept. JOHN: So when there is devotion to God, everything should be an offering. SWAMIJI: It is offering, these are offerings to God. I am cooking food, just [think] it is His work, it is His work. So the impression of cooking will be transformed in abhyasa [practice] in the dreaming state. You will see, if you do this way of activity in this world, in wakefulness, [then] in the dreaming state you will see the fruit of that will be that, you are watching your breath in the dreaming state. So this is certificate. That certificate should be produced in dreaming state, then you are on the right path. Otherwise, you are misbehaving . . . DENISE: In waking state? SWAMIJI: . . . in waking, yes. JOHN: So, making offerings of these things to the Lord means to maintain awareness in all of your activities. SWAMIJI: Yes. JOHN: When going to the bathroom, when you are walking . . . SWAMIJI: Yes. Go on, go on, go on; don’t keep yourself away from maintaining that one-pointed-ness. That is what he means by this “doing action, activity.” Tadartham karma kaunteya mukta sangah samacara, O Arjuna (kaunteya means Arjuna), O Arjuna, for that sake you should do activity in this world, not for any other sake. Not for any other selfish things. Not for your husband, not for your sons, not for your kids, not for your own nature, Self, but for the sake of realising God. JAGDISH: Mukta sangah is these worldly things? SWAMIJI: Mukta sangah is yes, be detached from the world. सहयज्ञाः प्रजाः सृष्ट्वा पुरोवाच प्रजापतिः  । अनेन प्रसविष्यध्वमेष वोऽस्त्विष्टकामधुक्  ॥१०॥ sahayajnah prajah srishtva purovaca prajapatih / anena prasavishyadhvamesha vo ‘stvishtakamadhuk //10// Prajapatih Lord Shiva . . . . Prajapatih does not mean as other commentators have commentated upon as Prajapatih is Brahma. It is not Brahma there. Prajapatih means Lord Shiva. . . . Lord Shiva, when he created, while creating this universe, while creating these individuals in this world, purovaca prajapatih, Lord Shiva told them, while creating those individuals, He told them, instructed them, advised them, anena prasavishyadhvam, rise, go on rising in your own way by doing activities in this world. And esha vo astu ishta kamadhuk, this activity will sentence you, will divert you, towards the realising state of God consciousness. He also advised them when He created that world. So . . . देवान्भावयतानेन ते देवा भावयन्तु वः  । परस्परं भावयन्तः श्रेयः परमवाप्स्यथ  ॥११॥ devanbhavayatanena te deva bhavayantu vah / parasparam bhavayantah shreyah paramavapsyatha //11// This also He advised, Lord Shiva advised to people, when he created this universe. Anena devan bhavayata; anena, by this way, you should worship your cycle of organs. Deva means the cycle of organs. The cycle of your organs, you should give life to the cycle of your organs by doing activity in this way; go on doing, go on eating food with awareness, go on seeing forms with awareness, go on smelling worth smelling [fragrant] flowers etc., with awareness, go on hearing sounds with awareness, go on perceiving the touching sensation with awareness, [do activities] all this way. This way you should fulfil the desires of your own organs, this way. And they will fulfil your desire, and those organs will in turn fulfil your desire, parasparam bhavayantah, they will fulfil your desire. What is your desire? To remain in the establishment of God consciousness. Shreyah paramavapsyatha, supreme peace will shine before you, after doing this way of actions. इष्टान्कामान्हि वो देवा दास्यन्ते यज्ञभाविताः  । तैर्दत्तानप्रदायैभ्यो यो भुङ्क्ते स्तेन एव सः  ॥१२॥ ishtankamanhi vo deva dasyante yajnabhavitah  / tairdattanapradĺyaibhyo yo bhunkte stena eva sah //12// Ishtankamanhi vo deva, those organs, which you have fulfilled by actions, whose desires you have fulfilled with actions . . . You know, you understand what I mean? DENISE: Yes. SWAMIJI: . . . dasyante yajnabhavitah, ishtankaman, abhishta, desires, desires which you want, which you really desire, wish. What is your desire? Your desire is to remain in God consciousness. They [your organs] will put you in God consciousness. After getting established in God consciousness, tairdattan apradayaibhyo, then if you remain always in God consciousness and do nothing for your organs, you are absolutely [thief]. You have snatched the treasure from your organs, and in return, you have not served them. You are not serving those organs. You are a kind of thief. You have snatched that treasure from them and you do not do activities again. Again, you should do activities in the world. Go on doing activities . . .  . . . God consciousness like that. Remain in . . . come down from that God consciousness with awareness and do the activities of these organs for the organs' sake. DENISE: Satisfy them. SWAMIJI: Satisfy them. Satisfy them, and in turn, they will again push you back in God consciousness. Again, you will come down and satisfy them and they will push you again in God consciousness. This way life must be conducted. This is the real way of life. This we don’t do! Some Vedantists snatch away that God consciousness from them [their organs] and remain there, and then they become vulgar, they become brutes. Because this God consciousness fades away, fades away, by and by, by and by, it fades away, and it is nothing, it is only just deceiving people, deceiving people always. No, you should not do that. You should come down from God consciousness and serve them again with awareness. And in turn they will push you back [into God consciousness. Then you should go again to serve them. This way you should conduct your activities in your lifetime. JOHN: What do Vedantins do? They don’t . . . they get to that state of . . . SWAMIJI: And remain in that [state] saying, bas, they have achieved. They have not achieved. It is temporary achievement. You have to do all this thing up to death, then it will be permanent. यज्ञशिष्टाशिनः सन्तो मुच्यन्ते सर्वकिल्विषैः  । भुञ्जते ते त्वघं पापा ये पचन्त्यात्मकारणात्  ॥१३॥ yajnashishtashinah santo mucyante sarvakilvishaih / bhunjate te tvagham papa ye pacantyatmakaranat //13//   Santa, those sages who just yajna shishtashinah, they shishta, shishta means what remains behind, what is saved after that, the thing which is saved after doing this activity–organic action, and action of the internal sphere of God consciousness–whatever is saved, that little bit you should eat, you should use that little bit. But don’t strive to enhance that little bit with your own effort. What have you to do there? DENISE: I don’t know what you mean, what is saved? SWAMIJI: For instance you have served your organs . . . DENISE: Yes. SWAMIJI: . . . with awareness. You have to serve your organs, give them whatever they need. And in return they will push you back in God consciousness. But you are established in God consciousness not for always. It is a temporary achievement. That temporary achievement should not be perceived as if it is a permanent achievement. It is not a permanent achievement. It is a temporary achievement. It is temporary just the cost of that service. You have received that cost. Don’t think that it is your own treasure now for your lifetime. You have to come down again and serve them. Whom? DENISE: Your senses, organs. SWAMIJI: Your senses. And they will, in return, they will push you back. You have to serve them then they will push, push, push and go, push and go, push and go . . . and in the end you’ll be established; finally you will be established in the real state of God consciousness in the end. DENISE: And then what’s left over? You were going to tell me what’s left over? SWAMIJI: Hum? DENISE: That little bit that’s left over? SWAMIJI: The actual joy of God consciousness, which you have momentarily, which you have got momentarily, bas, a little bit, that. That is the yajna shishta. But don’t strive to enhance that by yourself. Don’t strive to increase that by yourself. DENISE: It won’t? SWAMIJI: It won’t be, you can’t increase it. You can increase it only by serving your senses in the right way. When you serve your senses in the right way then they will push you back in God consciousness. By this way it becomes stronger and stronger and stronger, and in the end it is strongest. When it is strongest you are one with God. That is the real state of jivan mukta. JOHN: Jagadananda? SWAMIJI: Jagadananda, everything. JAGDISH: Yajna shishta is that what you get after serving . . . SWAMIJI: Yajna shishta. Yajna shishta is that remaining in one-pointed-ness of God consciousness. That is yajna-shesha. Yajna-shesha is not what we do in yajna [when] I perform the yajna of my master, afterwards what we call shesha is that ‘khir’ [rice pudding], and bata [rice] and ‘chapatti’ [unleavened bread] and ‘dhal’ [lentil soup] and ‘paratha’ [ghee chapatti], and you eat that. That is yajna shesha there. But here it is not; yajna shesha is a separate thing. Yajna shesha is the actual joy of God consciousness which remains for some moments. Afterwards, if you are confused [about] what has happened, [when] it is not there. The remedy for catching hold of this is, to go and serve these with awareness. JAGDISH: Senses. SWAMIJI: Senses. That is: you should walk, you should walk with awareness, you should talk with awareness, you should eat with awareness, you should do everything, all external things. And then in its return, you will be pushed back [into God consciousness]. So you have to do this. This way the life is concerned. That is yajna shishta. That yajna shesha, which is used by santa (santa means those ancient sages), mucyante sarvakilvishaih, they are freed, they are liberated, from all the impurities and sins of the world. JAGDISH: Yes. SWAMIJI: Bhunjate te tvagham papa, those people who think that they have snatched this joy from these senses and they take hold of that, it [that joy] does not remain. So that is not yajna shesha, that is not yajna shesha. They are not eating yajna shesha, they are not using yajna shesha, they are using sin [papa], they are eating sin there. GEORGE: Snatching. SWAMIJI: Snatching that temporary joy from them and . . . DENISE: Then not serving them. SWAMIJI: . . . and not serving them in return. GEORGE: Can that also mean that when you are having that glimpse of God consciousness you attribute it [to yourself] that, “I did that, I am great”, rather . . . SWAMIJI: No, what should you do about that ego. That ego, keep that ego on one side. But take care, take care of your senses. Those are gods. Deva indriyani vrittaya, your own organs are devas, gods. You have to serve those gods in return, and in return, they will make you achieve that God consciousness. Afterwards, you have to serve them again. That is [it]. JAGDISH: Ashinah is to be satisfied always? SWAMIJI: Ashinah means eating, using. JAGDISH: And mucyante? SWAMIJI: Yajnashishta-ashinah, those who eat yajnashesha, mucyante sarvakilvishaih, they are liberated from all sins. [But] bhunjate te tvagham papa, those people eat, not yajnashesha; they eat sin, [i.e.,] ye pacantyatmaka, those who eat for their own self [enjoyment], not satisfying their organs. DENISE: Then they are thieves. SWAMIJI: Yes. JOHN: This eating goes to all five senses, this is to all senses, whatever it is. SWAMIJI: Yes. DENISE: I have one question, though. It’s not possible for everybody to watch their breath when they are doing all actions in the world. Is that easier to think when you are doing actions in the world, that I’m doing this for the sake of God? SWAMIJI: That is also maintains awareness [but] not to that extent. But it helps. It is according to the capacity of sadhakas [aspirants]. JOHN: Some things are easier than other things. SWAMIJI: Something is better than nothing. JOHN: Talking is very . . . SWAMIJI: Yes. JOHN: . . . tough.

B) The nature of Liberation – Mokṣa (31–35) Now the thirty-first [śloka]: Audio 2 – 0:02 स्वतन्त्रात्मातिरिक्तस्तु तुच्छोऽतुच्छोऽपि कश्चन। न मोक्षो नाम तन्नास्य पृथङ्नामापि गृह्यते॥३१॥ svatantrātmātiriktastu tuccho’tuccho’pi kaścana / na mokṣo nāma tannāsya pṛthaṅnāmāpi gṛhyate //31// Now, he explains in this śloka, the thirty-first śloka, what is really liberation (mokṣa). Mokṣa, he explains, mokṣa is only svatantrātma, when your being becomes absolutely independent from all sides. That is mokṣa, that is liberation, then you are liberated. Without that absolute independence, whatever is existing in this world, if it is tuccha or if it is atuccha, if it is empty (worthless) or if it is worthy, . . . JOHN: Valuable. SWAMIJI: . . . whatever it is, that is not mokṣa. So, there is nothing separately explained as mokṣa except svatantrātma. The thirty-second [śloka]: Audio 2 – 01:23 यत्तु ज्ञेयसतत्त्वस्य पूर्णपूर्णप्रथात्मकम्। तदुत्तरोत्तरं ज्ञानं तत्तत्संसारशान्तिदम्॥३२॥ yattu jñeyasatattvasya pūrṇapūrṇaprathātmakam / taduttarottaraṁ jñānaṁ tattatsaṁsāraśāntidam //32// The essence that we have to perceive [of that which is] worth perceiving, that essence [of that] which is to be perceived (that is, Lord Śiva), and that perception, as long as it becomes full by-and-by, in succession, as much as it is full, you are near mokṣa. If it is not full, if it is incomplete, you are away from mokṣa. So, that [incomplete] fullness is differentiated fullness. For some masters of some other schools, they consider that full, but in other systems it is not, it is incomplete. So that complete fullness lies only in Shaivism, although they77 are liberated from that saṁsāra of their own (tattat saṁsāra śāntidam78). Now he explains the same in the thirty-third śloka: Audio 2 – 03:01  रागाद्यकलुषोऽस्म्यन्तःशून्योऽहं कर्तृतोज्झितः। इत्थं समासव्यासाभ्यां ज्ञानं मुञ्चति तावतः॥३३॥ rāgādyakaluṣo’smyantaḥśūnyo’haṁ kartṛtojjhitaḥ / itthaṁ samāsavyāsābhyāṁ jñānaṁ muñcati tāvataḥ //33// [not recited] Some masters of [other] schools say that, “rāgādi akuluṣo asmi,” the reality of the Self is [realized] when you are absolutely away from the bondage of rāga (attachment), kāma (desire), krodha (wrath), etcetera (rāgādi akaluṣo asmi). SCHOLAR: Free of kleśāvaraṇa–the Yogācāras.79 SWAMIJI: Yes, it is for Yogācāras. Another school of thought explains that the reality of the Self is just to become deprived or away from all substances. When you are an absolute void, [when] you become an absolute void, you are free. Absolute voidness is freedom. SCHOLAR: Śūnya svabhāvako’ham. SWAMIJI: Yes, śūnya svabhāvako’ham. JOHN: Which school is this? SCHOLAR: Mādhyamikā.80 SWAMIJI: Mādhyamikā. And another school explains that the reality of the Self is when the Self becomes absolutely away from kartṛ bhāva (action). JOHN: This would be Sāṁkhya? SWAMIJI: It is Sāṁkhya.81 SCHOLAR: And Patañjali yoga. SWAMIJI: Patañjali yoga also.82 So this way (itthaṁ), samāsavyāsābhyāṁ jñānaṁ, this knowledge, this perception, relieves them from that bondage of their own, collectively83 or separately.84 Some become aware and that jñāna (knowledge) removes the bondage of those people collectively, . . . SCHOLAR: Up to that point. SWAMIJI: Up to that point.85 . . . and to some, one-by-one (vyāsābhyām). SCHOLAR: What does that mean? SWAMIJI: That means, some people are freed from māyīyamala, some people are freed from kārmamala, and some are freed from all these malas. Those who are freed from all these malas, it is samāsena.86 SCHOLAR: But none of these three are freed completely. SWAMIJI: They are not freed completely. SCHOLAR: So, how can he say “samāsa” in that sense? SWAMIJI: From their point of view, [it is] samāsa [totality]. JOHN: And, at the same time, is it possible to be liberated from, say, māyīyamala and not from kārmamala? SWAMIJI: If there is māyīyamala, there is kārmamala also. SCHOLAR: Ārāṅkurakāraṇam.87 SWAMIJI: Yes. JOHN: So, it goes in . . . it’s successive. SWAMIJI: Successive, yes, these two malas. Āṇavamala is the most subtle mala. SCHOLAR: So, vyāsa88 would be just from āṇavamala. SWAMIJI: Āṇavamala. SCHOLAR: Just from that. SWAMIJI: Yes. SCHOLAR: Or from māyīyadmalad aṁśāṁśikāya.89 SWAMIJI: Aṁśāṁśikāya. SCHOLAR: That would be vyāsa. SWAMIJI: Yes. The thirty-fourth [śloka]: Audio 2 – 06:21 तस्मान्मुक्तोऽप्यवच्छेदादवच्छेदान्तरस्थितेः। अमुक्त एव मुक्तस्तु सर्वावच्छेदवर्जितः॥३४॥ tasmānmukto’pyavacchedādavacchedāntarasthiteḥ / amukta eva muktastu sarvāvacchedavarjitaḥ //34//  [not recited] Tasmāt mukto’pyavacchedāt. So, although he is liberated from these bondages, but another class of bondages appears to him on his way, on his path. So, from that point of view, he is not liberated at all. The really liberated person is that person who is liberated from these malas from all sides. So, next, the thirty-fifth śloka: Audio 2 – 07:07 यत्तु ज्ञेयसतत्त्वस्य ज्ञानं सर्वात्मनोज्झितम्। अवच्छेदैर्न तत्कुत्राप्यज्ञानं सत्यमुक्तिदम्॥३५॥ yattu jñeyasatattvasya jñānaṁ sarvātmanojjhitam / avacchedairna tatkutrāpyajñānaṁ satyamuktidam //35// [not recited] The perception of that worthy-[to-be]-known object, Śiva (jñeyasatattvasya), that perception, when it is sarvātmanā ujjhitam avaccheda, when it is absolutely away, absolutely away from all bondages, that kind of perception is nowhere [non]-perception [of the undifferentiated Self], nowhere ignorance, and it gives you the real liberation (satya muktidam), and that is the Shaivite liberation.

“That person who understand this way–what is puruṣa, what is prakṛti, and what is all these three dishes [the three guṇas**], no matter if he becomes the enjoyer of these three dishes, he will never come in this world. He will never be entangled in this field of repeated births and deaths. He’ll become jivan mukta.” And that is catur daśa vidhaḥ sargaḥ, in this creation you get fourteen-fold creations [see footnote]. You know fourteen-fold creations? Fourteen-fold creation is . . . aṣṭa vikalpodaivya  tariyat yonaśca pañcadā bhavatīmanuṣaścaika vidhā samā sato bhāvatika sarga (quote from Samkhyā) This Sāmkhyā admits that this creation of this world is fourteen-fold. Creation of this world is fourteen-fold. Aṣṭa vikalpo daiva, devas, gods are created in six classes . . . eight classes: kinara, asura, rākṣasa, deva, etc, . . . all these. I’ll write down these classes*. ERNIE:  Eight classes of gods. SWAMIJI:  Eight classes of gods are created. This is eight–aṣṭa vikalpodaiva. Taryat yonaśca pañcada bhavati, and the animals are created five-fold, taryakyonaśca panchada bhavati. ERNIE:  Fish, bird . . . SWAMIJI:  That I will tell you tomorrow. . . . snakes. ERNIE:  Bugs? SWAMIJI:  All these. DEVOTEE:  Insects? SWAMIJI:  Yes. Manuṣaścaika vidhaḥ, and the individuals, the manuṣya, human being, is created in one class. So these are fourteen classes of creation of prakṛti. That is, caturdaśi vidaḥ sarga, fourteen-fold creation. And puruṣa, all these fourteen-fold creation and puruṣa, is anādi nityaṁca it is eternal and without beginning. brahmatattvācchuritatve sati tadananyatvāt // (end of comm. verse 23) Because it is soaked with the supreme consciousness. It is soaked with supreme consciousness; all this creation is soaked with supreme consciousness. — This is Śaivism. — Because, tadananyatvāt, it can’t be away from brahma tattvā, it can’t be away from God consciousness.  ya evaṁ vetti puruṣaṁ prakṛtiṁ ca guṇaiḥ saha  / sarvathā vartamāno’pi na sa bhūyo’bhijāyate  //24// That person who understand this way–what is puruṣa, what is prakṛti, and what are these three dishes [the three guṇas*], sarvathā vartamāno’pi, no matter if he enjoys, if he becomes the enjoyer of these three dishes, he will never come in this world. He will never be entangled in this field of repeated births and deaths. He’ll become jivan mukta.  evam – anena sarvābhedarūpeṇa brahmadarśanena (comm.) When he finds and realized that this whole universe is one with God consciousness .  .  . yo yogī (prakṛtiṁ, puruṣaṁ guṇāṁśca tadvikārān jānāti  / ) . . . that yogī who understands prakṛti, puruṣa, and these three dishes . . . sarveṇa prakāreṇ yathātthābartamāno ‘pi, sa mukta evetyarthaḥ  // . . . no matter if he enjoys, if he gets entangled in enjoyment of these three dishes, sa mukta eva, he is liberated, he is always liberated. This is Śaivism! _______ *The eight classes of gods: Brahma, prajāpati, saumya, aindra, gandharva, yakṣa, rākṣasa, piśāca. Fourteen-fold creation… Eight sections of devas are: Brahmas are bent upon reciting mantras of Vedas, and experiencing the secret points of śāstras. Prajāpatis section is just for heavenly sex. Saumyas are bent upon beautifying everything. Aindris are those classes of devas who just want to govern and rule. Indra is from that class. Gandharvas are bent upon divine music. Yakṣas are bent upon worshipping, rituals etc. They want to do pūjā, and worship Rākṣasas crave for sex. They want to loot some girl and have sex with her. Piśācas like collecting too much wealth. They don’t spend so much as they collect. Manuśya is only one, that is human beings. Paśus, beasts are five-fold: 1) four-legged domestic animals; 2) four-legged wild animals; 3) birds; 4) snakes, fish and crawling animals, insects and bugs; 5) plants and minerals. (See: Tantrāloka 9.88. **the three guṇas are sattva (purity), rajas (activity) and tamas (inertia).

Rock Cellar: Do you consider your band to be a “one-hit wonder”? Why or why not? George Bunnell: We fully understand the tag “One-Hit Wonder” as it applies to our band. Sometimes we’ve just let it go by, but given a fighting chance we may beg to differ. The why? element is obviously because of the magnitude of our first hit reaching the No. 1 slot on the Bil

Stars up in the sky Captured in my eye Shining light that's come From a million miles away The past in all its forms Has brought us to this place Our heart's a beating drum That transcends all time and space La-la-la Show me a way to your heart La-la-la Carry me back to your soul Please take me away Is it not okay? Don't know what I've seen Or is it just a d

"Me And The Township" Yeah, Lord, it's me again Now, I got the mis'ry so we're back again This time I'm down on my knees to pray But I think it's time Yeah, we got together and moved 'Cause me and the township We got the spice that makes life a groove Love, love Yeah, love Ha, yeah, peace and beautiful things I toss out the flowers, hear the bird that sings

"Off Ramp Road Tramp" Oh, yeah, don't you know? Well, I just can't decide, yes Whether I should walk away Or baby, take the ride, yes She looks good in her Morgan Ah, she pulls up alongside me With ring-like curls and homemade clothes And head all stuffed with pride, babe Oh yeah, she's the only one who knows Why insane people sometimes look suspicious Baby,

"Small Package" Mmm, there's a small package waitin' for me And I've got to decide if it's really for me You just can't call and say wrap it up Or want it at all unless you give it up Baby, what happens when you do Finally arrive? How am I to know that you're Really alive? And I gotta have you, oh Yeah In a small town I shouldn't have been in A small package

"Hog Child" Hog child bringin' myself down Hog child, there's one in every town No one seems to know why you're around Yeah You think you're wild, yes, you think you are Lard piled up inside your car Hide at the backstage, go grab yourself a star Teen time magazines, you have them all Pictures of them all you have up on your wall Oh yeah Oh, plaster casters

"(You Put Me On) Standby" Girl, you put me on standby The message was as clear as could be Things didn't work out your way I wasn't what you thought I would be Now, we're playin' your new game Tag, you're runnin' away The rule is not to get caught Caught by me What are you thinkin', baby? What makes you tick? You put me on standby, baby Soon you'll hear a cl

"Dear Joy" Weeping like a fountain Over the days that I'm not countin' And all that's lost is the baby face that I once knew The music that I hear Keeps dancing in my ear The laughter's so soft, I see a patch of blue and it's you Whoa, she's just a queen style lover And I know she'll be under cover with me Start up the count of the very first one Dear Joy wi

"Desireé" When love is first made Like wind in the air And then starts to fade Oh, what did we share? We've had many dreams To pass on the day Oh, where is she now My Desireé? I'm standing alone Like a fool on a hill I'm empty inside And I feel a chill I wish I could cry And there'd be no more pain And if she came back I'd love her again A thousand to one It

"I Climbed The Mountain" I climbed the mountain I saw the other side And I can rest now For I am satisfied I saw a rich land Where each man had his share I saw a free land With freedom everywhere And there was peace in the valley There was hope in the land There was joy in the children There was love, beautiful love, in the heart of man I saw a schoolhouse W

"Three" Oh, I'm in trouble Can't you see me on the double? You know you better take three in the morning and three at night I'm gonna give you a little lovin' Make you feel all right Oh, I feel lonely What's it gonna be, my one and only? You know it's gotta be me in the morning and me at night I'm gonna give you a little lovin' Make you feel all right Three

"California Day" Well, it's a California day, yeah, baby And it's a good-lookin' mornin' outside So don't be so down-hearted We'll make it here okay We'll make love in the sunshine On a California day, yeah, baby Well, it's daylight across the valley now, girl Yes, it's comin' through the roof and shinin' in your hair Girl, I know you're disappointed But don

"Sea Shell" We first met At the edge of an ocean Evening came Bringing new emotions In the empty sky, we saw a seagull Kneeling in the sand, we found a sea shell Hold it to your ear and hear the ocean Close your eyes, see waves and gentle motion A souvenir To last a lifetime A memory to somehow soothe the sad times When I'm alone Even now I can hear her laug

"An Angry Young Man" He was born on a Sunday In a one-room rent His daddy left on Monday Didn't leave them a cent So the mother blamed the child For messin' up her plans And now he's growing up an angry young man He got an education From out on the street He despised the wealthy And those who were weak 'Cause he was thrown into a world That he didn't underst

"Home Sweet Home" I can skip your light fantastic Loneliness is idle magic Life is hard to come by So I'll leave no turn unstoned Anyplace I hang my head Is home, sweet home Home, sweet home Happiness is hard to measure A touch of love, a pinch of pleasure Look in every window Leave no turn unstoned Anyplace I hang my head Is home, sweet home Home, sweet hom

"Barefoot In Baltimore" Barefoot in Baltimore Heel and toe with you Summer turns the stove on And fun begins to cook Barefoot walks in Baltimore With empty pocketbook Laugh at sizzling sidewalks Don't step on the cracks Old folks try to catch their breath As children catch their jacks Barefoot in Baltimore Heel and toe with you Baltimore is music Dancing in

"Heated Love" Heated love and summer sky Can give us a vibrant high When our hearts are warm and tight We'll cling together, never die Lazy days with things to do Giving me time to watch over you With dark-light hair and eyes of blue That's my crystalline view of you Our love so intense with the friction of living Knowing the spark of our life's togetherness

"Eulogy" I was too young to know different When I first fell in love with you And though you were in love with him I felt that you loved me too I used all of my little tricks To make sure that you noticed me I was sure that I had you fooled Yet you saw through my strategy As the days wandered into years Seems you still loved the both of us But our silence, m

"Tomorrow" Tomorrow Things won't be the same Tomorrow Life would be a different game But right now I am with you, and Together we can make it through Ba-ba-ba... Forever Our love might last Forever Will it come too fast But right now I am with you, and Together we can make it through Ba-ba-ba... We live in a world Of carnivals and clowns And buildings to the

"Go Back (You're Going The Wrong Way)" Once a long time ago the populace did not know How to go about making love In circles they'd walk around and look mostly at the ground They didn't care what was above One couple started out, learned what it's all about At least there's two people happy Soon the rest all caught on, looked up and saw the dawn Now everyone

"Pretty Song From Psych-Out" I can see you, you can see me as we stand We can live forever, God and God is wonderful And your face, I've never seen it quite like this before Though the moon is out, the sun still shines You're beautiful You are on the run and of your problem, I'm aware In the silent world, you see the words I say to you I am lost in a poet's

"Black Butter, Present" Take a mirror from any room Hold it up until you see another person Standing When you see him, try to talk to him He will not answer Just cries the world, then just cries the whole world Oh, yes But you don't know where No, you don't know where, no Thrust it up, then down again Smash it! Oh, do it again Break it! Oh yeah Then destroy

"Black Butter, Future" Step outside, walk down the street And if there's something in your shoe Take it out and look it over Don't be surprised if it talks to you And if it dies, you'll hear the cries And know the meaning of black butter

"Birds In My Tree" Open the door, man Let all the good air come in Freshen the flowers, woman For there are no more sins in Hand me my bag, Frederick Stretch out your mind, feel good Utopia's at my doorstep Come, there is no more hatred Come live a better life All is what you strive for And now there are many birds in my tree Open your eyes to it First pleas

"Lose To Live" Two, three, four! To find peace of mind today You gotta search your thoughts in every way You gotta fight to live And lose to live You gotta hate to love Love to love You're looking hard and waiting for Someone to come through your front door, yeah Nobody comes Yeah All right Come on Ah, yeah There's just no use in trying anymore You'll never

"Strawberries Mean Love" Strawberries mean love What's it made of? Think you need love You can feel love You can find Strawberries' love there Life goes nowhere Why are you there? You cannot hide there What will you find there? You can find Strawberries' love there Time can't end soon Start before noon All but a balloon Cast up to the moon You can find Straw

"Rainy Day Mushroom Pillow" Rainy day mushroom pillow Colors green, brown and yellow Wonder if they'll turn black ever Contemplating one another Poison dreams Distorted dreams Mushroom dreams There's no place that can be better When you're up in clouds forever Pacify your mind with islands Colored snow and green field skies and Poison dreams Distorted dreams

"Unwind With The Clock" Now we'll say goodbye to you The clock says we must go It's been great fun to be with you And we all want you to know That without your loving thoughts of us We'd not be here today It's over now but we'll be back And just for now we'll say So long So long

Fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love; love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by wash

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There must be the flame that cleanses the mind and the heart, making all things new. That flame is not of the mind, it is not a thing to be cultivated. The show of kindliness can be made to shine, but it is not the flame; the activity called service, though beneficial and necessary, is not love; the much-practised and disciplined tolerance, the cultivated co

"Soul Survivor"

When the waters is rough
The sailing is tough,
I'll get drowned in your love.
You've got a cut throat crew,
I'm gonna sink under you,
I got the bell bottom blues,
It's gonna be the death of me.
It's the graveyard watch,
Running right on the rocks,
I've taken all of the knocks.
You ain't giving me no quarter.
I'd rather drink sea water,
I wish I'd never had brought you,
It's gonna be the death of me.
Soul survivor, soul survivor.
Soul survivor, soul survivor.
Soul survivor, soul survivor.
Soul survivor, soul survivor,
Gonna be the death of me,
It's gonna be the death of me.
When you're flying your flags
All my confidence sags,
You got me packing my bags.
I'll stowaway at sea,
You make me mutiny,
Where you are I won't be,
You're gonna be the death of me.

"Shine A Light"

Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye
Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you
My sweet honey love

Berber jewelry jangling down the street
Making bloodshot eyes at every woman that you meet
Couldn't seem to get a high on you
My sweet honey love

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song (you sing) your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

When you're drunk in the alley, baby
With your clothes all torn
And your late night friends
Leave you in the cold gray dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you
I just can't brush them off

Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces
And a gleam right in their eyes
Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now
Come on up, now

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

Come on up now, come on up now, come on up now, come on up, come on

May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

"All Down The Line"

Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line
Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line
Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line
Oh, hear the children crying all down the line

(All down the line)
We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah
(All down the line)
And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah
(All down the line)
Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no
Just be right there when the whistle blows
I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now

Yeah, all the people singing all down the line
Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line)

(All down the line)
We're gonna open up the throttle yeah
(All down the line)
We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah
(All down the line)
I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while
Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles

(All down the line)
We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah
(All down the line)
We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah
Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no
Just be right there when the whistle blows
I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now

Be my little baby for a while
Won't you be my little baby for a while?
Won't you be my little baby for a while?
Won't you be my little baby for a while?

"Let It Loose"

Who's that woman on your arm
All dressed up to do you harm?
And I'm hip to what she'll do
Give her just about a month or two

Bit off more than I can chew
And I knew yeah I know what it was leading to
Some things, well, I can't refuse (I can't refuse)
One of them, one of them the bedroom blues

She delivers right on time
I can't resist a corny line
(Can't resist)
But take the shine right off your shoes
Yeah right off your shoes
Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues

In the bar you're getting drunk
Ain't in love, ain't in luck
Whoa no no no
Hide the switch and shut the light
Won't you shut it
Let it all come down tonight

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
Some face I'll never see no more, no more
Let it all come down tonight
Won't you let it, yeah

Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down

Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down

Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down

Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down

Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down
Let it loose, let it all come down

Let it loose, let it all come down

"Ventilator Blues"

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake
Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break
Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream
Feel like murder in the first degree

Ain't nobody slowing down no way
Everybody's stepping on their accelerator
(It's alright)
Don't matter where you are
Everybody's gonna need a ventilator

When you're trapped and circled with no second chances
Code of living is your gun in hand
Can't be browed by beating, can't be cowed by words
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn

Everybody walking 'round
Everybody trying to step on their Creator

Don't matter where you are, everybody, everybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator

Come down and get it

What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?

"Happy"

Well I never kept a dollar past sunset
It always burned a hole in my pants
Never made a school mama happy
Never blew a second chance, oh no

I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy

Always took candy from strangers
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day

I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love, baby, won't ya keep me happy
Baby, won't ya keep me happy
Baby, please keep me

I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby

Never got a flash out of cocktails
When I got some flesh off the bone
Never got a lift out of Lear jets
When I can fly way back home

I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby

Happy, baby won't you keep me
Happy, baby won't you keep me
Happy, baby won't you keep me
Happy, baby won't you keep me
Happy, baby won't you keep me
Happy, oh, keep on, baby, keep me
Happy, now baby won't you squeeze me
Happy, oh, baby got to feel it
Happy, now, now, now, now, now keep me
Happy, my, my, my, keep me
Happy, keep on baby, keep me
Happy, keep on baby, got to
Happy, my, my, baby keep me happy

"Loving Cup"

I'm the man on the mountain, come on up
I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud
Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start
Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar

Give me little drink from your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk

I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun
I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none
Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight
You if you want to push and pull with me all night

Give me little drink from your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk

I feel so humble with you tonight
Just sitting in front of the fire
See your face dancing in the flame
Feel your mouth kissing me again
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz
What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz

Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz

Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn
But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn

Give me little drink from your loving cup
Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk

"Sweet Black Angel"

Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall

Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she sure talk good
And she move so fast

But the gal in danger
Yeah, the gal in chains
But she keep on pushin'
Would ya take her place?
She countin' up the minutes
Countin' up the days
She's a sweet black angel, whoa
Not a sweet black slave

Ten little niggers
Sittin' on the wall
Her brothers been a fallin'
Fallin' one by one
For a judges murder
In a judges court
Now the judge he gonna judge her
For all that he's a worth

Well the gal in danger
The gal in chains
But she keep on pushin'
Would you do the same?
She countin' up the minutes
She countin' up the days
She's a sweet black angel
Not a gun toting teacher
Not a Red lovin' school mom
Ain't someone gonna free her
Free the sweet black slave
Free the sweet black slave
Free the sweet black slave
Free the sweet black slave

"Torn And Frayed"

Hey let him follow you down
Way underground wind and he's bound
Bound to follow you down
Just a dead beat right off the street
Bound to follow you down

Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
And dressing rooms filled with parasites
On stage the band has got problems
They're a bag of nerves on first nights

He ain't tied down to no home town
Yeah, and he thought he was reckless
You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad
Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless

And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away
Let it steal your heart away

And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away

Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough
Yeah, and the codeine to fix it
Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies
Who's gonna help him to kick it?

And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away
Let it steal your heart away

And his coat is torn and frayed
It's seen much better days
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays
Just as long as the guitar plays

"Tumbling Dice"

Women think I'm tasty
But they're always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
Baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
Baby, I go crazy, there's fever in the funk house now

This low down bitchin'
Got my poor feet a-itchin'
You know you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines

Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field every night
Baby, can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' (dice)
Roll me and call me the tumblin'
(Got to roll me) dice

Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Got to roll me. Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me
Keep on rolling
Got to roll me

(Oh yeah, keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice)
Got to roll me (Yeah)
Got to roll me (Roll me, baby [?])
Got to roll me (Ah yeah)
Got to roll me (Oh my, my, my, my)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (Keep on tumbling down, baby, oh)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Got to roll me

"Shake Your Hips"

I wanna tell you 'bout a dance
That's goin' around
Everybody's doin' it
From the grownups down

Don't move your head
Don't move your hands
Don't move your lips
Just shake your hips

Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe

What you don't know
Don't be afraid
Just listen to me
And do what I say

Don't move your head
Don't move your hands
Don't move your lips
Just shake your hips

Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe

Well ain't that easy

Well, I met a little girl
In a country town
She said, "What do you know
There's Slim Harpo!"

Didn't move her head
Didn't move her hands
Didn't move her lips
Just shook her hips

Do the hip shake, babe
Do the hip shake, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Shake your hip, babe
Well ain't that easy

"Rip This Joint"

Mama says yes, Papa says no
Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go
I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall
Drive myself right over the wall

Rip this joint, gonna save your soul
Round and round and round we go
Roll this joint, gonna get down low
Start my starter, gonna stop the show

Yeah!
Oh, yeah!

Mister President, Mister Immigration Man
Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land
I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too
Short Fat Fanny is on the loose

Dig that sound on the radio
Then slip it right across into Buffalo
Dick and Pat in ole D.C.
Well they're gonna hold some shit for me

Ying yang, you're my thing
Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing
Flip Flop, fit to drop
Come on baby, won't you let it rock?

Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!

From San Jose down to Santa Fe
Kiss me quick, baby, won't you make my day
Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean
'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen

Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too
Some brand new steps and some weight to lose
Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low
Round and round and round we'll go

Wham, Bham, Birmingham,
Alabam' don't give a damn
Little Rock fit to drop
Ah, let it rock

"Moonlight Mile"

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know
Don't the night pass slow?
Don't the nights pass slow?

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow

Oh I am sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile

I'm riding down your moonlight mile
Let it go now, come on up babe
Yeah, let it go now
Yeah, flow now baby
Yeah move on now yeah

Yeah, I'm coming home
'Cause I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Down the road, down the road
Yeah, yeah, baby

"Dead Flowers"

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl can take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

"Sister Morphine"

Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here?

What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score?

Well it just goes to show
Things are not what they seem
Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last?

Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
Yeah, you can sit around, yeah you can watch
All the clean white sheets stained red

"Bitch"

Feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnight's sleep
I'm feeling so stuffed, I'm so distracted
Ain't touched a thing all week

I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Ain't touched a drink all night
I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason
Just had a horse meat pie

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright

Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix
It must be love, it's a bitch
Yeah, you got to mix it, child, you got to fix
It must be love, it's a bitch, alright

Sometimes, I'm sexy, move like a stud
Like kicking the stall all night
Sometimes, I'm so shy, got to be worked on
Don't have no bark or bite, alright

Yeah, when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah, when you lay me out
My heart is bumping louder than a big bass drum, alright

I want it, woo
I said, hey, yeah, get alright now, get it
Got to be
Hey, I'll get alright now, get it
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah, get on
Hey, hey, hey

"Can't You Hear Me Knocking"

Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots
Y'all got cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got speed-freak jive now

Can't you hear me knockin' on your window?
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door?
Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah?

Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger

Can't you hear me knockin', ah, are you safe asleep?
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys
Alright now

Hear me ringing big bell tolls
Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin', help me please

Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now

Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town

"Wild Horses"

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

"Sway"

1, 2, 3, 4

Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind?
Destroyed your notion of circular time?

It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway

Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down

It's just that evil life that got me in its sway
It's just that evil life that got me in its sway

There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out

Hey, hey, hey now

One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah

It's just that demon life that got me in its sway
It's just that demon life that got me in its sway
It's just that demon life that got me in its sway

It's just that demon life that got me
It's just that demon life that got me

"Brown Sugar"

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Skydog slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now

Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should

I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you... how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a... just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

"Monkey Man"

I'm a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That's not really true

I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
Would you do?

But I've been bit and I've been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

Well, I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through

Yes, I'm a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don't you?

Well, I hope we're not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe

I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey!
I'm a monkey man! I'm a monkey man!
I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey!
M-m-m-monkey! M-m-m-m-monkey! I'm a m-m-m-monkey!
M-m-m-ma ma ma ma!
Ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma monkey!
Ah! I'm a monkey!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

"Live With Me"

I got nasty habits
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
It must be hung up for a week

My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don't you think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?

Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three (Yeah)
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me?
Woo!

And there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century

Well, they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about 7:35
Don't you think we need a woman's touch
To make it come alive?

You'd look good
Pram-pushing down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me?

Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door

Woo!
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
Woo!

Don't you think there's a place for us
Right across the street?
Don'cha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?

"Gimme Shelter"

Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

"Stray Cat Blues"

Ah... hey
Yeah, cat's own tail

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No, I don't want your I.D
And I can see that you're so far from home

But that's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet, bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that

You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear

But but it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh, yeah
Woo!

I bet your mama don't know that you scratch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that

You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs?
If she's so wild then she can join in too

It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

"Prodigal Son"

Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Going out in this world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along

Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
Famine come in the land
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man
And that'll be the way I'll get along."

Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
For to feed my swine
I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
Cause that is no way to get along

Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along

Well, father said, "See my son coming after me
Coming home to me"
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
Mercy

Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah

Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
Call the family round
Kill that calf and call the family round
My son was lost but now he is found
Cause that's the way for us to get along"

Hey

"No Expectations"

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
It's here, and then it's gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again

"I'm Moving On"

I warned you baby from time to time
You don't listen so pay me no mind
About movin' on
Yeah I'm a moving on
I'm through with you
Too bad you're blue
I'll move on

Mister Engineer with your throttle in hand
Take me back to that Southern land
It called moving
Keep a rolling on
You're flying too high
For my old sky
I'll move on

Mister Fireman please won't you listen to me
I got a woman in Tennessee
Keep on moving
Keep a rolling on
You're flying too high
It's all over now
I move on

Yes I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
Said I'm gonna move
Gotta go home
I gotta go home
I gotta go home
Well tell ya

I I I I'm going home
I I I I'm going home
I I I I'm going home
I've gotta go home

I've gotta go baby
I gotta keep rolling
And I'm gonna move
I said I'm gonna move baby
I said going going home
I'm going home darling

"Blue Turns To Grey"

So now that she is gone
You won't be sad for long
For maybe just an hour or just a moment
Of the day

Then blue turns to grey
And try as you may
You just don't feel good
You don't feel alright
And you know that you must find her, find her, find her

You think you'll have a ball
And you won't care at all
You'll find another girl or maybe more
To pass the time away

Then blue turns to grey
And try as you may
You just don't feel good
You just don't feel alright
And you know that you must find her, find her, find her

She's not home when you call
So you can go to all
The places where she used to go
But she has gone away

Then blue turns to grey
And try as you may
You just don't feel good
You don't feel alright
And you know that you must find her, find her, find her

Blue turns to grey (blue turns to grey)
She has gone away (blue turns to grey)
I feel so bad (blue turns to grey)
I wish you'd come on home (blue turns to grey)
I feel, I feel so down

"As Tears Go By"

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by

My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

"Get Off Of My Cloud"

I live on an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up just like a Union Jack
And says, "I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack"

I said, "Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby"

The telephone is ringing
I say, "Hi, it's me, who is it there on the line?"
A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?"
"Well, I guess I'm doin' fine"
He says, "It's three A.M., there's too much noise
Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
Because you feel so good
Do you have to drive me out of my head?"

I said, "Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby"

I was sick and tired, fed up with this
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired
And I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like flags
Stuck on my windscreen

I said, "Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud"

Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Hey, you, get off of my cloud
Don't hang around baby two's a crowd
On my cloud

Hey, you

"You Better Move On"
(originally by Arthur Alexander)

You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love
You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of
But who are you to tell her who to love?
That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above
You better move on

Well I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings
But I believe she's happy with me without those things
Still you beg me to set her free
But my friend, that will never be
You better move on

Now I don't blame you for loving her
But can't you understand, man, she's my girl
And I I'm never never ever gonna let her go
'Cause I, yeah, I love her so

Well, I think you better go now, I'm getting mighty mad
You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had
Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so
I'm never gonna let her go
You better move on (you better move on)
Yeah, you better move on (you better move on)
Yeah, you better move on (you better move on)
Yeah, you better move on (you better move on)

"Look What You've Done"

Now look what you've done
Now look what you've done
Look what you've done baby
Now look what you've done
You left me here
The lonely one
And all I can say
Is look what you've done

A broken heart
A worried mind
Because of you baby
Dying all the time
I once had a dream
But now I've none
You're taking your love
And see what it done

I saw you last night
Out moving round
With your new turf
You paint the town
That is OK
You're having your fun
Because some day
They call you done

And now your bird cries
The shadow falls
Gloomy memories
And I recall
Your love is my life
As warm as the sun
But now it is gone
And see what it done

"Talkin' About You"

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I met her walking down an uptown street
She's so fine I wish she was mine
I get shook up every time we meet

Talkin' 'bout you (nobody but you, baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)

Just trying to get a message to you

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Help me know she looks so good
Lovely skin, well she's soaked in gin
She oughta be somewhere in Hollywood

Talkin' 'bout you (I'm talkin' 'bout my baby)
Nobody but you (yes she's alright)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)

Just trying to get a message to you

Talkin' 'bout you (nobody but you baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah yeah)

Just trying to get a message to you

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Sitting right here by my side
Lovely indeed that why I ask if she
Promise someday she will be my bride

Talkin' 'bout you (yeah talk)
Nobody but you (yes my my baby)
I do mean you (yeah yeah)

I'm just trying to get a message through

Talkin' 'bout my baby too much
I'm talkin' 'bout my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' 'bout my baby

"Play With Fire"

Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your cars
You let everybody know

But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire

Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could

But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire

Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore

So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire

Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother

So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire

The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man"

Well I'm waiting at the bus stop in downtown L.A.
Well I'm waiting at the bus stop in downtown L.A.
But I'd much rather be on a boardwalk on Broadway

Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
I'm an under assistant west coast promo man, yeah, yeah

Well I promo groups when they come into town
Well I promo groups when they come into town
Well they laugh at my toupee, they're sure to put me down

Well I'm sitting here thinking just how sharp I am
Yeah I'm sitting here thinking just how sharp I am
I'm a necessary talent behind every rock and roll band

Yeah, I'm sharp, I'm really, really sharp
I sure do earn my pay, sitting on the beach every day
Yeah, I'm real real sharp, yes I am
I got a Corvette and a seersucker suit, yes I have

Here comes the bus, uh oh
I though I had a dime, where's my dime
I know I have a dime somewhere
I'm pretty sure

"Cry To Me"

When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody call you on the phone

Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying like crying like crying?
Come on baby, cry to me

When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume

Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying like crying like crying?
Come on baby, (come on) cry to me

Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness loneliness, it just a waste of your time
But you don't ever you don't ever have to walk alone
You see, so come on take my hand
Come on walk with me

When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night and there is no one

Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying like crying like crying?
Come on baby, cry to me
Come on baby, that's right cry to me
Yes, I want you to come on baby
Come on come on cry to me
I want you to come on baby
Come on come on and cry to me
Yeah come on baby come on I want you to cry cry cry to me
Yeah I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry

"I'm Alright"

I wanna tell you something baby
That you don't know, no you don't know
I'm gonna tell your heart, better listen to me
'Cause it's alright, yeah it's alright

It's alright it's alright it's alright it's alright
It's alright darling it's alright it's alright baby it's alright
All night long all night long all night long all night long

It's alright it's alright
All day too
Yeah it's alright
All day too

I feel alright I feel alright
I feel alright I feel alright

Do you feel it do you
Do you feel it do you
Do you do do you do you
Do you feel it baby
Do you feel it

C'mon
C'mon yeah
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby

C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon darling
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon

It's alright alright
It's alright it's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Yes baby
It's alright it's alright it's alright
Oh darling
It's alright

Alright alright alright alright alright alright

"That's How Strong My Love Is"

If I was the sun way up there
I'd go with my love everywhere
I'll be the moon when the sun go down
To let you know I'm still around

That's how strong my love is, baby
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is

I'll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears
You can go swimming when you're here
I'll be the rainbow when the sun is gone
Wrap you in my colors and keep you warm

That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is

I'll be the ocean so deep and wide
I'll dry the tears when you cry
I'll be the breeze when the storm is gone
To dry your eyes and keep you warm

That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is baby
That's how strong my love is

That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is
That's how strong my love is, baby
That's how strong my love is, yeah

That's how strong my love is
So deep and so wide my love is
Yes it is so strong can't get over it
Is so wide you can't get around me

That's how strong my love is
Yeah it so strong, so strong, so strong
Yeah yeah yeah, that's how strong my love is, is so strong
I wanna tell you can't say how strong it is
That's how strong my love is

"Mercy Mercy"

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me

Well I went to see the gypsy
To have my fortune read
She said "Man, your baby gonna leave you
Her bags are packed up under the bed,"

That's right

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me

But if you leave me baby
Girl if you put me down
I'm gonna make it to the nearest river child
And jump overboard and drown

That's right

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me

I said hey hey baby, hey hey now
What you trying to do
Hey hey baby, hey hey now
Please don't say we're through

Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me

But if you stay baby
I tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna work two jobs, seven days a week
And bring my money home to you

That's right

Have mercy, please, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me
Yeah
Have mercy, have mercy, baby
Have mercy, have mercy on me

"Oh Baby (We Got A Good Thing Goin')"

No matter how much she wants me
I'm not going nowhere
I'm gonna stick right here, babe
You know how much I care

So don't worry 'bout me baby
'Cause I'm right here at home
Oh baby, oh baby, we got a good thing goin'

You may talk all about me
And scandalize my name
But deep down inside of me
I know I'm the only man

So don't worry 'bout me baby
'Cause I'm right here at home
Oh baby, oh baby, we got a good thing goin'

So maybe I knew her
Once upon a time
But that's all in the past babe
Baby let me know you're mine, all mine, all mine

No matter how much she wants me
I'm not going nowhere
I'm gonna stick right here, babe
I know how much you care

So don't worry 'bout me baby
'Cause I'm right here at home
Oh baby, oh baby, we got a good thing goin'

Got a good thing goin' baby
We got a good thing goin'
That's what I said
We got a good thing goin'
Got a thing goin' for ourselves
Got a thing goin' for ourselves
We got a pretty good thing goin'

"Pain In My Heart"

Pain in my heart
Treatin' me poor
Where can my baby be?
Lord, no one knows
Pain in my heart
Won't let me sleep
Where can my baby be
Lord, where is she?

And one day
My days are gettin' tough
Won't you come back, come back, come back, baby
Lord

Pain in my heart
Won't let me be
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I wake up restless night in misery
Lord

Won't somebody stop this pain

Lord, one day
My days are gettin' tough
Won't you love me, love me, love me, baby

Pain in my heart
Pain in my heart
Somebody stop this
Pain in my heart
It's killin' me baby
This pain in my heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Pain in my heart
This pain in my heart

"Off The Hook"

Sittin' in my bedroom late last night
Got into bed and turned out the light
Decided to call my baby on the telephone
All I got was an engaged tone

It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook

Talkin' so long she upset my mind
Why is she talkin' such a long time?
Maybe she's sleeping, maybe she's ill
Phone's disconnected, unpaid bill

It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook

Don't wanna see her, afraid of what I'd find
Tired of letting her upset me all the time
Back into bed started reading my books
Take my phone right off of the hook

It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
It's off the hook
[Repeat and fade]

"Down The Road Apiece"

Now, if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play
It's just an old piano and a knockout bass
The drummer's man's a cat, they call Charlie McCoy
You know, remember that rubber legged boy?
Mama, cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece

Well there's a place you really get your kicks
It's open every night about twelve to six
Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill
And shove and sting like an old steam drill
Come on along you can lose your lead
Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece

Well there's a place you really get your kicks
It's open every night about twelve to six
Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill
And shove and sting like an old steam drill
Come on along, you can lose your lead
Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece

"I Need You Baby (Mona)"

I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona

I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'll build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometimes?
We can blow kisses through the blinds

Yeah can I come out out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die

I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona

I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona

I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'm gonna build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometime?
We can blow kisses through the blinds

Yeah can I come out out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die

I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona

"You Can't Catch Me"

I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made it was a Flight DeVille
With a powerful motor and some hideaway wings
Push in on the button and you can hear her sing

Now you can't catch me
No, baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers
Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me
Then come sailin' goodbye in a little old souped-up mini

I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn
Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne

Now you can't catch me
No, baby you can't catch me
'Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey be my love

Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
I'm gonna name you Mabelline
Flyin' with all the things set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll

Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas

Now you can't catch me
No baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

"Down Home Girl"

Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
And everytime I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans

Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields

Oh, you're so down home girl

Everytime you monkey child
You take my breath away
And everytime you move like that
I gotta get down and pray

Don't you know that dress of yours
Was made out of fiberglass?
And everytime you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass

Oh, you're so down home girl

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you in
Just to watch the water roll on
Down your velvet skin

I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm with you baby
You're so down home
Ow! Yeah, too much
Outta sight
You're so down home girl

"Everybody Needs Somebody To Love"

I'm so glad to be here tonight and I'm so glad to be home. And I believe I've got a message for every woman and every man here tonight that ever needed somebody to love. Someone to stay with them all the time, when they're up and when they're down. You know, sometimes you get what you want, and then you go and lose what you have. And I believe every woman and every man here tonight listen to my song and it save the whole world. Listen to me.

Everybody wants somebody
Everybody wants somebody to love
Someone to love
Someone to kiss
Sometime to miss, now
Someone to squeeze
Someone to please
And I need you you you
I need you you you
I need you you you
I need you you you

Oh, sometimes I feel like
I feel a little sad inside
My baby mistreats me
And I kinda get a little little mad

I need you you you
To see me through, babe
When the sun go down
Ain't nobody else around

That's when I need you baby
That's when I say I love you
That's when I say I love you
Let me hear you say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah

I need you you you you
Somebody to see me through, baby
I need you you you
I need you you you
I need you you you

When the sun goes down
Ain't nobody else around
That's when I'm all by myself
That's when I need your lovin' darlin'

That's when I need you so bad
You're the one I really need bad [???]

I need you
To see me through baby
In the morning time too
When the sun goes down
Ain't nobody else around
I need your lovin' so bad

Everybody needs somebody to love
I'm not afraid to be by myself but I just need to be somebody to love
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time, babe

I said all the time, babe
I said all the time, babe
I need you
I need your lovin' so bad

Let me hear you say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me hear you say yeah

Uh, huh, huh, huh
Uh huh, huh huh huh

Yeah, I need you baby so bad bad bad, bad bad, bad bad bad bad

I need you
I need you you you
I need your lovin' babe
I need your lovin' darlin'
Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody

Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody
Everybody needs somebody
I'm saying everybody everybody needs somebody

Everybody needs somebody
Everybody loves somebody
Everybody loves somebody
Everybody needs somebody

You gotta need too baby
To see you through
You gotta need too
To see you through

"Divine Intervention"

Yeah!

Walking down the street in New York City
A sandwich bar at the end of the world at night
I looked up and saw the bare end ass of Scotland
Scrambling to four poles in the sky
Watch them fly!

But meanwhile we just keep on running
Going to the football every Saturday night

Yeah!
Divine intervention
Is out of the question
I go to dance in the flames, yeah
Divine intervention
Is out of the question
Life is a gambling game
It's a gambling game

Driving down an alley in a rundown part of Hollywood
Saw her neon light up the side of the sign
Through the gloom I asked her, "What's my future?"
Well, she threw up and then broke down and cried
Tears in her eyes
But I kept moving on to silver head
To play guitar with a brand-new friend of mine

Yeah!
Divine intervention
Is out of the question
I go to dance in the flames, yeah
'Cause divine intervention
Is out of the question
Life is a gambling game
It's a gambling game

Yeah!
Divine intervention
Is out of the question
I go to dance in the flame, yeah
Divine intervention
Won't give you protection
Life is a gambling game

Yeah
Oh, yeah
Come on, yeah

Mmm, when the walls cave in
And the lights go dim
And I drag you out again
Well, dystopian values are too hot to handle
And I'm going out in a blaze
Can we run any faster?
It's a total disaster
I, I, I'm going down in the flames
Yeah, when they try to arrest you
I'll come to your rescue
Life is a gambling game