Hello, hello! Where have you been? I've been to Kentucky, I've been to New Orleans. Hello, hello! What did you find? I found myself lonely, playin' your old 45. So long since I held your body last. It's hard to realize that everything went by so fast. Catch myself longing for those California nights. Twenty years and counting but I can't forget your eyes. Hello, hello! Where have you been? I've been to Kentucky, I've been to New Orleans. Hello, hello! What did you find? I found myself lonely, playin' your old 45. (hey) Oh, we're lovin', now we're oceans apart. And when I put your record on, I feel it in my heart. Walk through the city lights in downtown Montreal. But I can't run away from my heart and from my soul. Hello, hello! Where have you been? I've been to Kentucky, I've been to New Orleans. Hello, hello! What did you find? I found myself lonely, playin' your old 45. (hey) I've been to Kentucky, I've been to New Orleans. Even down to Montreal. I found myself lonely, playin' your old 45. (hey) So save me before we're long gone, In a strange world far away from home. So save me before we're long gone, In a strange world far away from home. Hello, hello! Where have you been? I've been to Kentucky, I've been to New Orleans. Hello, hello! What did you find? I found myself lonely, playin' your old 45.

Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Well it was on one moonlight night When the stars were shining bright Whispers on high But love said goodbye Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue Ah, shine on

Stubborn little man Did a little hands on a worn out tire He's just like his dad Proud that he had it set aside Until that day Many came and took his life Ditzy campaign Til the rains washed away His beautiful plan His beautiful plan His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight So he got up Got in his truck and drove around A stroke of bad luck He figured as much It won't keep him down He found fame He lives in a place near Clearwater still Works on a boat Carries a load cause there's lots to feel There's lots to feel His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight A happy old man Did a little hands-on with his knife Sleeps in the coals The pits and the falls that made up his life Now he's inspired Sits by the fire, how his wisdom sings So much to learn Stories that burn all the joy they bring The joy they bring His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight

(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.)

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