[Roger]: The harder we play The faster we fall When we think that we know it all We know nothing at all The letter arrives Like a bolt from the blue So what's left of your lives All your dreams lost to you Say it ain't true Say it today When I open my eyes Will it all go away Say it's not true Say it's not real Can't be happening to you Can't be happening to me [Brian]: It's hard not to cry It's hard to believe So much heartache and pain So much reason to grieve With the wonders of science All the knowledge we've stored Magic cocktails for lives People just can't afford [Roger and Brian]: Say it's not true You can say it's not right So hard to believe The size of the crime [Paul]: Say it's not true You can say it's not right So hard to believe The size of the crime Sayyy Say it's not real Ooooh It could be happening to you Say it's not true Say it's not right It's hard to believe The size of the crime Say it's not true Say it's not real Could be happening to you It could be happening to me

Remembering the days, We laughed and We cried, Held you till morning, and Kissing your eyes. Remembering your lips, When we first kissed, And the beat my heart, ...my heart, it skipped. It's not the things you say, Not the things you say ooh oh, That bind me to you. It's not the things you say, Not the things you say ooh oh, That matter. Oh, how deep the ocean, stare at the sun Our tears were glistening, Haunted your soul If I could just hold you, Oh for the last time I'd scare off those demons, And dry up your eyes It's not the things you say, Not the things you say That bind me to you And it's not the things you say, Not the things you say That matter. In my mind I can feel you coming, In my mind I can feel you near In my mind I can feel you coming, Haunting me In my mind I can feel you coming, In my mind I can feel you near In my mind I can feel you coming, Haunting me It's not the things you say, Not the things you say That bind me to you. And it's not the things you say, Not the things you say That matter It's not the things you say, Not the things you say That bind me to you. And it's not the things you say, Not the things you say That matter. I am still waiting Waiting for you I am still waiting Waiting for you.

It's not for me to say you love me It's not for me to say you'll always care Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast And press your lips to mine And dream that love will last As far as I can see this is heaven And speaking just for me It's ours to share Perhaps the glow of love will grow With every passing day Or we may never meet again But then, it's not for me to say And speaking just for me It's ours to share Perhaps the glow of love will grow With every passing day Or we may never meet again But then, it's not for me to say

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.)