Waiting (Live At the Living Room) [Bonus Track] - Norah Jones

Who cares if you're Jewish And your breath smells of garlic And your nose is a shiny red light To me you are gorgeous And everything's right When I turn off the living room light Your clothes are old-fashioned Your knuckles are bony Your hair looks a terrible sight But I don't have to see you The way that you are When I turn off the living room light When I turn off the living room light I don't have to see you The way that you are When I turn off the living room light Well it's not that you are ugly And I'm not being cruel It helps me to relax, dear It helps to keep me cool Now I am not intending To make you feel ashamed What's wrong in me pretending? 'Cause you can't help being plain Your nose may be bulbous Your face may be spotty Your skin may be wrinkled and tight But I don't want to see you The way that you are So I turn off the living room light We don't feel so ugly We don't feel so draggy We don't feel so twisted up tight And we don't feel as ugly as we really are When we turn off the living room light When we turn off the living room light We don't feel as ugly as we really are When we turn off the living room light

Tranquilizers make me nervous I can't relax no more Should I go out or stay in I never had this feeling before And then I see your smiling faces They are all looking at me Oh, doctor doctor can't you see There must be something wrong with me I can't piss in the toilet Can't sleep in my bedroom There's no food in the kitchen I can't live in a living room And then I hear your silent voices They are all talking about me Oh doctor doctor can't you see I'm not the man I used to be I can't live (I can't live) In a living room (in a living room) I can't live in a living room Tranquilizers make me nervous I can't relax no more Should I go out or stay in I never had this feeling before And then I see your smiling faces You are all laughing at me Oh, doctor doctor can't you see The things that happened to me I just can't live any I just can't live anymore

Joe Yeah yeah yeah Na na na What I fit do to get your love? Girl I don give you all I got but it's not enough for you Shey you fire me catapult of love Na why be say I no fit get enough of you Weytin be that Nothing I can't do For ma baby Ma bebe Anytime wey you need me come through Mo ma sare Ma sare, wole Weytin be that Nothing I can't do for ma bebe Ma bebe Ma shawty oreke Ma bebe Baby shey you dey for me As I dey for you yeah Baby shey you dey for me As I dey for you yeah Oh na na Yeah weytin be that Nothing I can't do For ma baby Ma bebe Anytime wey you need me come through Mo ma sare Ma sare wole Weytin be that Nothing I can't do for ma bebe Ma bebe Ma shawty oreke Ma bebe ma bebe eh Do da da da da da da da Do da da da da What you wanna do girl? Where you wan go? 'Cause anywhere you go, girl I go follow go 'Cause I like the way you back it up The way you go down low 'Hating on you, who are those? Baby you the baddest Step on the dance floor and show your madness I'll be your king You will be my royal highness Out of all the girl them you are the- Baby shey u dey for me As I dey for you yeah Baby shey you dey for me yeah yeah As I dey for you yeah Oh na na na Yeah, weytin be that Nothing I can't do For ma baby Ma bebe Anytime wey you need me come through Mo ma sare Ma sare Weytin be that Nothing I can't do for ma bebe Ma bebe Ma shawty oreke Ma bebe ma bebe eh (Guilty)

God, I'm on my knees again God, I'm begging please again I need you Oh, I need you Walking down these desert roads Water for my thirsty soul I need you Oh, I need you Your forgiveness Is like sweet, sweet honey on my lips Like the sound of a symphony to my ears Like Holy water on my skin Dead man walking, slave to sin I wanna know being born again I need you Oh, God, I need you So, take me to the riverside Take me under, baptize I need you Oh, God I need you Your forgiveness Is like sweet, sweet honey on my lips Like the sound of a symphony to my ears Like holy water on my skin (On my skin) I don't wanna abuse your grace God, I need it every day It's the only thing that ever really makes me wanna change I don't wanna abuse your grace God, I need it every day It's the only thing that ever really makes me wanna change I don't wanna abuse your grace God, I need it every day It's the only thing that ever really makes me wanna change I don't wanna abuse your grace God, I need it every day It's the only thing that ever really makes me wanna change Your forgiveness Is like sweet, sweet honey on my lips (Yes, it is) Like the sound of a symphony to my ears It's like holy water Your forgiveness Is like sweet, sweet honey on my lips Like the sound of a symphony on my ears It's like holy water on my skin It's like holy water on my skin It's like holy water

(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