Razor (From "Norah Jones is Playing Along" Podcast) - Norah Jones

Say what's wrong my long time friend? Something's bothering you Tell me what the problem is I'll see what I can do There are times we disagree We agree more than we don't (yeah) We won't always see eye to eye But we will more than we won't 'Cause we got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all those hardships You know, you're a friend of mine We got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all those hardships You know, you're a friend of mine You wanna sing one? (Oh) or no? Talk to me old pal of mine If you feel you can't go on Don't you sweat, it ain't over yet This bond we share is strong I've been where you are right now You saw me through it all I leaned on you, now you can lean on me I bet I won't let you fall 'Cause we got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all the hardship You know, you're a friend of mine 'Cause we got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all those hardships You know, you're a friend of mine If you're on the street, I'll take your hand You're hungry I'll give you food (yeah) If it's money you need, I've got some saved If you're sick I'll visit you I've been where you are right now You saw me through it all I lean on you, now you can lean on me I bet I won't let you fall 'Cause we got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all those hardships You know, you're a friend of mine We got friendship The kind that lasts a lifetime Through all those hardships (Oh Lord) you know, you're a friend of mine Through all the hardships You know, you're a friend of mine Through all those hardships You know, you're a friend of mine

There's a random painted highway And a muzzle of bees My sleeves have come unstitched From climbing your tree When dogs laugh some say they're barking I don't think they're mean Some people get so frightened The fences in between The sun gets passed from tree to tree Silently then back to me With the breeze blown through Pushed up against the sea Finally back to me I'm assuming you got my message On your machine I'm assuming you love me And you know what that means The sun gets passed from sea to sea Silently and back to me With a breeze blown through Pushed up above the leaves With a breeze blowing through My head upon your knee Half of it's you and half is me Half of it's you and half is me

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.)