The Long Day Is Over - Norah Jones

They're cleaning up the confetti It's an empty room Plastic cups in the corner Many times you have carried me Higher up than I could reach But this time you're on my shoulders And while there's something to talk about And while there's something to say I promise you I won't be gone on the day the dance is over I will be your song Keep holding on On the day that the dance is over I will be your song You can put away your costume You can be yourself There is nothing to be scared of They can turn all the lights out Leave us standing in the dark But I'm not going anywhere, love And while there's something to talk about And while there's something to say I promise you I won't be gone on the day the dance is over I will be your song Keep holding on On the day the dance is over I will be your song I know the party is over I know that all good things must end But I believe there is music in the silence And while there's something to talk about And while there's something to say I promise you I won't be gone on the day the dance is over I will be your song Keep holding on On the day that the dance is over I will be your song

I don't know what you wanna hear Things changing course, smiles fade to grin Now the moment's gone, just as I feared And I was hoping, and I was hoping this time No longer here, we were feeling bliss Don't hold your tongue, there's no time for tricks You've been closing up, I expected this But I was hoping that you'd stay open this time I know it won't be long I know you're almost gone Hold on, let me in before the day is over Just let me in before the day is over Say something soon, we might lose it all Something we can use to break our fall There's nothing left to do when we start to stall And I was hoping that we could hold it this time I know it won't be long I know you're almost gone Hold on, let me in before the day is over Just let me in before the day is over Let me in, let me in Just let me in before the day is over I can't take another day I could go insane There's only so much I can take I can't live this way I can't take another day I could go insane There's only so much I can take I can't live this way (I know it won't be long) let me in, let me in (I know you're almost gone) just let me in before the day is over Let me in, let me in Just let me in before the day is over

This familiar feeling finds me Takes me by my faith and blinds me It's the only drug I'm using If I try to close the door Bound to who I was before I'm just a dying flower blooming Now that you're gone I can't play pretender You're onto something better I've lost your love forever The night is long No one can help you when your heart is lost I know that we can never love again And in my dreams the sorrow lingers on The night is long Empty promises repeating Like a rolling thunder beating Dark clouds in the desert but never rain Can I take another storm I keep coming back for more Will the ashes of you ever wash away Now that you're gone I can't meet the measure You're on a new endeavor I've lost your love forever The night is long No one can help you when your heart is lost I know that we can never love again And in my dreams the sorrow lingers on The night is long

(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