A Picture of Me (Without You) - George Jones

Once I was a selfish fool Who never understood Never looked inside myself Though on the outside, I looked good Then we met and you made me The man I am today Tracy, I'm in love with you No matter what you weigh 'Cause without love Life is like the seasons with no summer Without love Life is rock 'n' roll without a drummer Tracy, I'll be yours forever 'Cause I never wanna be Without love Tracy, never set me free No, I ain't lying Never set me free, Tracy, no, no, no Living in the ghetto Black is everywhere you go Who'd have thought I'd love a girl Whose skin was white as winter snow? In my ivory tower Life was just a hostess snack But now I've tasted chocolate And I'm never going back 'Cause without love Life is like a beat that you can't follow Without love Life is Doris Day at The Apollo Darling, I'll be yours forever 'Cause I never wanna be without love So darling, never set me free No I'm yours forever Never set me free, no, no, no If I'm left without my baby doll I don't know what I'll do Link, I've got to break out So that I can get my hands on you And girl, if I can't touch you Then I'm gonna lose control Seaweed, you're my black white knight I've found my blue-eyed soul Sweet freedom is our goal Trace, I wanna kiss you Let me out at the next toll Without love Life is like a prom that won't invite us Without love It's like getting my big break and laryngitis Without love Life's a '45 when you can't buy it Without love Life is like my mother on a diet Like a week that's only Mondays Only ice cream, never sundaes Like a circle with no center Like a door marked 'Do Not Enter' Darling, I'll be yours forever 'Cause I never wanna be Without love Yes, now you've captured me Without love I surrender happily Without love Oh, Seaweed never set me free, no, no, no, I ain't lying Never set me free, no, no, no No, I don't wanna live without love, love, love Darling, you had best believe me Never leave me without love

I grew up on the edge of a cornfield At the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy Ain't had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us pick our own switches So we could feel the sting of doin' wrong That set me straight on the road I'm still on I am who I am The product of a good woman loved by a real good man I've learned what I've learned By findin' the right way in all of my wrong turns I love what I love I ain't afraid to say it 'cause I'm damn sure man enough That's what you need to see to get a picture of me I grew up on gospel 'cause that's all my daddy'd listen to I found my soul in rock and roll When me and my first guitar were introduced Truth is I've only loved one woman And she'd have stayed, but I made her leave She's still hauntin' me in every song I sing I am who I am The product of a woman still loved by a stubborn man I've learned what I've learned By findin' the right way in all of my wrong turns I love what I love I ain't afraid to say it 'cause I'm damn sure man enough That's what you need to see to get a picture of me Like me or leave me Either way you know it the second you shake my hand I'm a long way from Jesus But I know He knows I'm doin' the best I can I am who I am The product of the good Lord lovin' a sinful man I've learned what I've learned By findin' the right way in all of my wrong turns I love what I love I ain't afraid to say it 'cause I'm damn sure man enough That's what you need to see That's what you need to see to get a picture of me

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)