Motherland (feat. Bill Summers) - Quincy Jones

マザー マザー 許してくれますか 大いなる愛でも 消せないバツを はなから愛されないと知れるならば楽だったんだ そんな後ろを向いた私はちゃんと地獄に堕ちましたか ああ 私は世界中に疎まれ憎まれ生きていくと 割り切れたら本当にどれだけ良かったんだろうな 多種多様な物語にも いずれはさ 飽きがあってさ そのうちのひとつに収まる器にゃなりたかないけど 溢れんばかりの期待がそのフチからはみ出すときに 「こぼしたらきちんと拭けよ」と見下すような視線に 耐えきれず逃げ出した心臓 楽園じゃない ここは楽園じゃない 誰かの顔をうかがうだけの未来 楽園じゃない ここは楽園じゃない いま向かうよ 私のMotherland 劣勢らにラブを 劣勢らにラブを 劣勢らにラブを 生まれた場所なんて知らない知らぬまま歩いてきたんだ いつの日か夜汽車に乗って何処にも帰れなくなった あなたへの怒りや苦痛もさぞかし立派な燃料になると 前を向ければ私は天国にいけますか 情状酌量の余地無し うっせえわじゃ済まない現実 若さ故の過ち 片付く哀しい道化師 ロンリーロンリーと鳴いて ホームシック シック シックと泣いた あの日の夜汽車も 相乗りできる人がいたら ひとりきりでも動く心臓 楽園じゃない ここは楽園じゃない 誰かの顔をうかがうだけの機械 帰りましょう この歌が標 何処にあるの 私のMotherland 劣勢らにラブを マザー マザー 一度付いたら 後戻り出来ず消せないバツ マザー マザー 許してくれますか 大いなる愛でも消せない罰を 劣勢らにラブを ゲームオーバーなんて認めない カンテラを灯す トンネルの先に 心臓尽きるその日までは 温もり失くした薄い毛布みたいな 希望と水でやり過ごすんだ 楽園だろう そこは楽園だろう 歌い踊る 液晶の檻の中 ああいつまでいれるの？ 見つけたんだ 私のMotherland 劣勢らにマルを 優勢らにバツを 楽園じゃない そこは楽園じゃない 誰かの顔をうかがうだけは嫌 楽園じゃない そこは楽園じゃない おいで 私がMotherlandになるよ 劣勢らにラブを マザー マザー 一度付いたら 後戻り出来ず消せないバツ マザー マザー 許してしまえたら 大いなる愛でも消せない罰を 劣勢らにラブを 劣勢らにラブを 朝までそばで歌うから 大いなる愛でも 消せないラブを 劣勢らにラブソングを 劣勢らに明日を

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.)