Precious Memories (feat. Patti Page) - George Jones

Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bob-tail ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride Soon my favorite guy Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed despaired We got into a drifted bank And we, we got upset Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour Paid no mind to what it said Detour, oh these bitter things I find, Should have read That detour sign Headed down life's crooked road, lots of things I never knowed Because of me not knowin', I now pine Trouble got in the trail, spent the next 5 years in jail Should have read (should have read) that detour sign Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour Paid no mind to what it said Detour, oh these bitter things I find, Should have read That detour sign When I got right to the place where it said "About Face" I thought that all my worries were behind But the farther I go, more sorrow I know Should have read (should have read) That detour sign Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour Paid no mind to what it said Detour, oh these bitter things I find, Should have read That detour sign When I got stuck in the mud all my hopes dropped with a thud I guess that my heart strings are made of twine Have no willpower to get from the hole that I'm in yet Should have read (should have read) that detour sign Detour, there's a muddy road ahead, detour Paid no mind to what it said Detour, oh these bitter things I find, Should have read That detour sign Should have read that detour sign Should have read that detour sign (that detour sign)

Christmas Bells - Patti Page The Christmas bells are ringing The holly's at the windowpane I hear the children singing It's Christmas again The fireplace is glowing The stocking's on the Christmas tree Then suddenly it's snowing That's Christmas to me Chimes ring in the steeple Music fills the air Crowds of smiling people Greet you everywhere When I awake at seven I see you and the angels sing You are my gift of heaven When Christmas bells ring The Christmas bells are ringing The holly's at the windowpane I hear the children singing It's Christmas again The fireplace is glowing The stocking's on the Christmas tree Then suddenly it's snowing That's Christmas to me Chimes ring in the steeple Music fills the air Crowds of smiling people Greet you everywhere When I awake at seven I see you and the angels sing You are my gift of heaven When Christmas bells ring

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.)