No Motivation - Davy Jones

You wanna make it to heaven You gotta go through hell And only few do well I know you know too well That you can't make it by yourself There's no growth in the comfort zone To get to heaven can't go alone 'Cause pain is your friend There with you from the start to the end Won't let you down, it will never bend Not many recommend pain to make it But take it, embrace it, it'll push you to greatness You can't grow without pain You can't move without pain You can't go without pain You won't be the same After the struggle and strain You'll be stronger Things that hurt you before Well they don't hurt you no more And one day You'll give thanks for those sleepless nights And the times when you was crying couldn't get things right 'Cause the lessons pain was teaching you about this life Were like an arrow pulled you back then send you forward in flight You know There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none You got to go through pain You've got to go through resistance Let the pain make change Create a better existence There's so much to gain Keep on being persistent Don't end it in vain Stay strong, go the distance There's no strong person with an easy past They'll tell you from the heart that the pain won't last And even though it hurts, stick to your task Tough times don't, but tough people last Your heart's bigger than any pain You'll make it through anything You'll make it through any pain You'll make it through rainy days You'll make it through hurricanes You'll make it to better days Just know you can make the change And one day You'll give thanks for those sleepless nights And the times when you were crying couldn't get things right 'Cause the lessons pain was teaching you about this life Were like an arrow pulled you back then send you forward in flight You know There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none There is no pain, There is no pain, There is no pain, There is none I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel no pain, I feel none

(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