The Grand Tour - George Jones

Step right up come on in If you'd like to take the grand tour Of the lonely house that once was Home sweet home I have nothing here to sell you Just some things that I will tell you Some things I know will chill you To the bone Over there sits the chair Where she'd bring the paper to me Sit down on my knee and whisper Oh, I love you But now she's gone forever And this old house it will never Be the same without the love That we once knew Straight ahead that's the bed Where we'd lie in love together And Lord knows we had A good thing going here See her picture on the table Don't it look like she'd be able Just to touch me and say Good mornin' dear There's her rings all her things And her clothes are in the closet Where she left them when She tore my world apart As you leave you'll see the nursery Oh, she left me without mercy Takin' nothin' but our baby And my heart Step right up come on in Come on in

Barbue j'ai un air de ton Papa Ange ou démon tu comprend pas Polémique sur moi comme sur coca Il en reste encore dans la boca Vous chomez nous on bosse Y'a d'la beux au gout fruit de la passion Bip télépone maison Deux roues camouflage livraison Débarquer dans l'camps adverse Ses fils de timp ne veulent pas faire la passe J'commais une faute a volontaire En dehors de la surface Qui maintenant peut douter J'sais pas ce que sa va me couter Casser du sucre on va ecouter Brulux ils finiront tous par sucer Moi c'es bruler j'te nike ta mere Moi c'es bruler j'ai autant d'affaire que les keufs ils t'ammenent Que les keufs ils t'ammenent Que les keufs ils t'ammenent Moi c'es bruler j'ai autant d'affaire que les keufs ils t'ammenent J'arrive en coup Bkab, pas d'frein a main J'vais tous vais guettar, 1 par 1 1 par 1 bande de salope mettez vous en ligne la j'vais vous violer Avant l'été, avant l'été j'vais sortir l'cabrioler avant l'été j'vais sortir l'cabrioler avant l'été j'vais sortir l'cabrioler avant l'été j'vais sortir l'cabrioler j'minteresse a toi que si t'es yeux son violet avant l'été j'vais sortir l'cabriolet

(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