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Questions For The Angels

A pilgrim on a pilgrimage
Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge
His sneakers torn
In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets
And the new day is born
Folded in his backpack pocket
The questions that he copied from his heart
Who am I in this lonely world?
And where will I make my bed tonight?
When twilight turns to dark
 
Questions for the angels
Who believes in angels?
Fools do
Fools and pilgrims all over the world
 
If you shop for love in a bargain store
And you don’t get what you bargained for
Can you get your money back?
If an empty train in a railroad station
Calls you to its destination
Can you choose another track?
Will I wake up from these violent dreams
With my hair as white as the morning moon?
 
Questions for the angels
Who believes in angels?
I do
Fools and pilgrims all over the world
 
Downtown Brooklyn
The pilgrim is passing a billboard
That catches his eye
It’s Jay-Z
He’s got a kid on each knee
He’s wearing clothes that he wants us to try
 
If every human on the planet and all the buildings on it
Should disappear
Would a zebra grazing in the African Savannah
Care enough to shed one zebra tear?
Questions for the angels
 

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Fur In My Cap

[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
 
Just a big boy
With a big bike
And a big bitch
With a big tight
 
Got my lips poked
Cause I sip life
Tell me when to go, got to get this right
Well I finna know cause it look just like
 
Limping and inching as if
As an infant
I'm distant, yet instant
Simultaneously - explain this to me
 
Maybe that's famous to be or
Maybe that ain't, but we'll see
Pick something, stick something in it
With the engine running
 
One hundred, two hundred
Three hundred miles on an empty stomach
I'm on it, been on it
Y'all just ain't in on it yet
 
Sho' nuff it's on the fence
Of the wrong home
If it's fixed or it fits
So hence, I'm exempt going:
 
[Hook: Rob Roy]
 
Pussy in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
 
Exactly, go on and dap me
Whether that be at a track meet
Or actually, right here in back of me
If y'all catching the beat, then I'm glad to be-
 
Lieve in a thing called happening
But naturally, that ain't happily-
Ever-after, might last a week
In fact, it seems too fast to be
 
Bad to me, that could mean
One or two screws unfastening
That's blasphemy or fascinating
Depending on how I go about debating
 
It stands without saying - since I was finna
Not to be biased or the slightest sentimental
But if I ain't talking 'bout shooting things you could think
I was shootin blanks, 'til I sink in a little yelling:
 
[Hook: Rob Roy]
 
Pussy in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
 
I'm trying to told you
But y'all is getting older
And getting closer to never getting over -
While I keep on getting swoller
 
Pretty soon, I'll leave this boulder
While boasting my boldest blues
To boost me into an orbit
Forging the course of the future
 
As an institution of proven truth
Or at least its ruins
Until I'm ruined
Yet that's assuming that my seam's undoing
 
And while it seems inhuman
I do intend to pursue this end
As a means of tuning in through the lens
Of the newest trends
 
And I got that latest, latest
Tasteless made in my homeboy basement
With an 808 bass kick to fade
The whip into shades of make-up
 
For the sake of making a face
With a blanket statement
In place of a major facelift
In layman's terms
Let us learn by saying:
 
[Hook: Rob Roy]
 
Pussy in my lap
Bird in the sack
Fur in my cap
Fur, fur in my cap
 

Der Todesking

I fly through the icy skies this night.
I behold mourning trees and landscapes full of sorrow.
The pale, grey future of man (an all forgotten tomorrow).
 
Leafs are falling as they burn, reinforcing suffocation.
Their cries for help so weak, the sounds of damnation.
 
Seek the face of the LORD, for you cannot see him and live.
Aim for that than which no greater can be thought.
And I shall bind you, not in death, but in life.
Chained you will be for what will seem an eternity.
The shores of hopelessness, unified with life's worthlessness.
The distant horizon... its hunger ever present.
I am its medium, and my words shall burn the heart of the world.
'I die, therefore I am!'
 
Constant prayers are heard, but noone will ever answer.
The empty graves are calling.
Can't you hear their laughter?
 

Imelda

She's going shopping, shopping for shoes,
She wants them in magenta and Caribbean blue,
Platinum and buttercup, lilac and black,
They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back.
Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.

In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée
They see her coming from a long way,
They clap their hands together when they get her in their store,
She's gonna wanna get more, more, more and more and more.
Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.

Everyone's gone Jackie O,
She was a regular here.
We thought madame would like to know,
We've got the blood red rouge right here.

Now we've got all of madame's requisites and all in madame's size.
Madame's taste is truly exquisite, she must accessorise.
The belts are alligator, the bags are kangaroo.
Enchanté may I say the jade was made for you.
Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do,
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.
Imelda, baby, Imelda, baby, what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you.

Daylight in Your Eyes

Wanna know you better
Wanna push you, baby
But never too far
Wanna show you heaven
Wanna be like you
Just as strong as you are
 
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love, only stronger
I wanna be daylight
 
Wanna live forever
Wanna touch your hand and explode like a star
Wanna stand beside you
Always be together wherever you are
 
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love, only stronger
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight
 
Wanna know you better
Wanna push you, baby
But never too far
Wanna live forever
Wanna be like you just as weak as you are
Weak as you are
 
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love, only stronger
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight
 
Daylight
I see it in your eyes
Daylight
I wanna be just you and me
Warmer than sunlight
 
Daylight in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
 
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love, only stronger
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight, only warmer
I wanna be daylight
Daylight
I see it in your eyes