Shoot The Moon - Norah Jones

I can't stand this common shit Life's too fast for me Everyone's trying so hard to impress What is the really meaning of humanity Morals and values are based upon Your style of dress Money in your pocket will become chump change If we don't make any progess Sucess and fitness are the trend of today Infomercials keep us all in touch With modern technology Hey, hey, hey, hey, hehey Lets shoot the moon! Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Soon you will be shopping Without leaving your front fucking door The cost of living is never going away Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Lets shoot the moon! Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise I can't stand this common shit Life's too fast for me Everyone's trying so hard to impress What is the really meaning of humanity Morals and values are based upon Your style of dress Money in your pocket will become chump change If we don't make any progess Lets shoot the moon! Shoot the moon Shoot the moon Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Jobs are fading and poverty is on the rise Ok

I woke up with your dress on We had too much fun last night It's the first time in a very long time That a beautiful thought comes to mind I put a blanket over my face I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Six dollars and cheap vodka Was that all it took to unlock Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets When I was fifteen years old I would dream of someone who looked like you Ten years of secrets And smelled like you Ten years of secrets And talked like you Ten years of secrets I put a blanket over my face I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Shoot the sun down I put a blanket over my face Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets Ten years of secrets

(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