There is a train that goes to nowhere Need no ticket for you to ride Put you in a car they call the sleeper It's nice and warm inside The days are never numbered The nights don't matter now Your time is no longer counted This train has got you now N Some bulk can't get off The pistons fates for you There'll be no friends with you now The ride is just for you Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Can't sit down can't stand up No one will ever show Things that used to be so real Vanish from your soul Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, yeah, you can ride The goal is never what it is The goal will never be The light stays dim a long time now It's hard for you to see Talk about the pathway Way beyond your sign Another time another mind That is the way of life Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Wanna know what it is What it's gonna be You ride this train no way out Only you and me Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, it's a one man side Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride Train that goes to nowhere You can ride, you can ride

Beryl, Was on another level When she got her Booker medal* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave Beryl, Every time they'd overlook her When they gave her, her Booker* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It's all too late now It's all too late now It's too late to dabble it is all too late It's too late to dabble it is all too late Beryl, The tobacco overtook her When they gave her, her Booker* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave It's all too late now It's all too late now It's too late to dabble it is all too late It's too late to dabble it is all too late Beryl, Was on another level When she got her Booker medal* She was dead in her grave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave After all she gave Beryl

Come my love, I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh, so much, And all the charms she did possess. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. Now this did happen once upon a time, When things were not so complex. And how he worshipped the ground she walked on. When he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. This love was stronger than the powers so dark, A prince could have within his keeping; His spells to weave and steal a heart, Within her breast, but only sleeping. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel. He said, "Don't you know I love you oh, so much, And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?" She said, "Don't you know that storybook loves Always have a happy ending?" Then he swooped her up, just like in the books, And on his stallion they rode away. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel. My love is like a storybook story. But it's as real as the feelings I feel; It's as real as the feelings I feel.

Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow Collector of autographs Names upon photographs Faces of people who everyone knows Rüdiger lives in a place on his own Briefcase and spectacles Strange and respectable He knows the meaning of being alone Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town Music or politics Rüdiger gets his kicks He gets information, then he comes around Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin He waits there all night Security's tight They know who he is, but they don't let him in Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair His fingers are shaking His feet, they are aching But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there Oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdiger Rüdi-, oh, Rüdiger

The chisels are calling It's time to make sawdust Steely reminders of things left to do Monteleone A mandolin's waiting for you My fingerplane's working Gentle persuasion I bend to the wood and i coax it to sing Monteleone Your new one and only will ring Monteleone Your new one and only will ring The rain on the window The snow on the gravel The seasons go by to the songs in the wood Too quick or too careless It all could unravel It so easily could The chisels are calling It's back for an encore Back to the shavings that cover the floor Monteleone A call for more Monteleone A call for more

(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