Picture In A Frame (Alternate Mix - The Allaire Sessions) - Norah Jones

Nightingale sing us a song Of a love that once belonged Nightingale tell me your tale Was your journey far too long? Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer To a question I can't ask? I don't know which way the feather falls If I should blow it to the left Nightingale sing us a song Of a love that once belonged Nightingale tell me your tale Was your journey far too long? All the voices that are spinning around me Trying to tell me who I am So can I fly right behind you? And you can take me away, oh All the voices that are spinning around me Trying to tell me what to say So can I fly right behind you? And you can take me away

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath the swirling skies for all to see And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there Would only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

There's a place that I know Where the sycamores grow And daffodils have their fun Where the care of the day Seem to slowly fade away In the glow of the evening sun Peace when the day is done If I go there real late Let my mind meditate On everything to be done If I search deep inside Let my conscience be my guide Then the answers are sure to come Don't have to worry none When you find peace of mind Leave your worries behind Don't say that it can't be done With a new point of view Life's true meaning comes to you And the freedom you seek is won Peace is for everyone Peace is for everyone Peace is for everyone

I put another picture Of you in a frame The one of you and me When I got your name We set up shop At the old 'Johnson place' You had sunshine on your face So until you come home Until you come home These dreams Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart And wait to feel the light Of the moon These dreams Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms So I dream And put another picture In a frame Sipping bourbon And hanging out by the pool Loving every minute, laughing hard And actin' a fool I had a lotta good times with ya baby: Come home It's hard to live all alone So until you come home I know you'll come home These dreams Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart And wait to see the light of The moon These dreams Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms So I dream And I put another picture in a frame But pictures fade away So I'm dreaming of the day You'll come home These dreams Wait to feel the sun I knew you were the one I come undone But I like it that way These dreams They hang around the heart And fire light the dark I felt it from the start in your arms So I dream and I wait And I put another picture in a frame Oh I dream and I'll wait And I put another picture In a frame

Like a flower waiting to bloom Like a light in a dark room I'm here waiting for you To come home and turn me on Like the desert waiting for the rain Like a school kid waiting for the spring I'm just sittin' here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on And my poor heart, it's been so dark Since you've been gone After all, you're the one who turns me off But you're the only one who can turn me back on My Hi-Fi is waiting for a new tune My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes I'm just sittin' here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on My poor heart, it's been so dark Since you have been gone After all, you're the one who turns me off But you're the only one who can turn me back on My Hi-Fi is waiting for a new tune My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes I'm just sittin' here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on Turn me on

What am I to you? Tell me, darlin', true To me, you are the sea Vast as you can be And deep the shade of blue When you're feelin' low To whom else do you go? I'd cry if you hurt I'd give you my last shirt Because I love you so If my sky should fall Would you even call? I've opened up my heart I never wanna part I'm givin' you the ball When I look in your eyes I can feel the butterflies I'll love you when you're blue Tell me, darlin', true What am I to you? Now if my sky should fall Would you even call? I've opened up my heart I never wanna part I'm givin' you the ball When I look in your eyes I can feel the butterflies Could you find a love in me? Would you carve me in a tree? Don't fill my heart with lies I will love you when you're blue Tell me, darlin', true What am I to you?

(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