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The BossHoss: Internashville Urban Hymns

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: The BossHoss
Title: Internashville Urban Hymns
Released: 1975
Label: Island Records
Time: 57:03
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Appears with:
Category: Country
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  2005.11.10
Price in €: 1,00
Web address: www.thebosshoss.de

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Yee Haw - 3:24
[2] Hey ya! - 3:54
[3] Toxic - 4:24
[4] Loser - 3:18
[5] Sabotage - 2:33
[6] Hot in there - 4:27
[7] Seven Nation army - 3:49
[8] Drowned in lake Daniels - 2:53
[9] A little less conversation - 3:13
[10] Hey Joe - 4:04
[11] Eyes without a face - 3:56
[12] Unbelievable - 3:35
[13] All the things she said - 3:27
[14] Remedy - 3:11
[15] Word up - 4:14
[16] Like ice in the sunshine - 2:37

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


The BossHoss:
Hoss Power - Vocals, Guitar
Boss Burns - Voclas
Frank Doe - Drums
Hank Doodle - Harp, Mandoline, Washboard
Guss Brooks - Double Bass, Fiddle
Russ T. Nail - Electric Axe
Ernesto Escobar de Tijuana - Percussion, Melodica, Ratle Snake
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Das Label über die CD:

Die Zeit ist reif für mitreißende Helden, ganze Kerle und wahre Großstadtcowboys. Wer geglaubt hat, der Sound des Wilden Westens verweigert sich musikalischen Innovationen, wie ein Stier dem Rodeo, kann beruhigt umsatteln. Schluss mit verschnarchter Lagerfeuerromantik und angestaubtem Saloonsound! The BOSSHOSS präsentieren auf ihrem Debütalbum "Internashville Urban Hymns" die moderne, andere Definition von Country Music. Mit neuen, packenden Arrangements von Hits wie "Hey Ya" (Outkast), "Sabotage" (Beastie Boys) und "Without Me" (Eminem) schaffen The BOSSHOSS das Unmögliche - Country cool, Country für alle, Country jetzt! Wer die Jungs sieht und hört, atmet begeistert auf - The BOSSHOSS nehmen sich selbst nicht allzu ernst und ihre Musik mit viel Humor. Doch bei jedem Song ist deutlich spürbar, wie viel Herzblut, Leidenschaft und Begeisterung hinter und Perfektionismus in ihrem Sound steckt.

Die Leichtigkeit, mit der The BOSSHOSS die Originalversionen in moderne Country Classics verwandeln, lässt so manchen Hörer die Frage in den Raum werfen, wer denn da zuerst den Hit geschrieben hat - selten war Country so überzeugend!




Ahnungslosen Zuhörern präsentieren sich The Bosshoss mit ihrem Debütalbum Internashville Urban Hymns als Wolf im Schafspelz, mit akustischem Countrysound in Reinform, wäre da nicht das vage Gefühl von "Moment mal, -habe ich das nicht schon mal irgendwo anders gehört..."? Wenn dann endlich der Groschen gefallen ist, wo das war, ist es längst zu spät, denn bereits nach wenigen Takten haben Hoss, Boss, Guss, Russ, Hank, Frank und Ernesto, alias The Bosshoss, ihre Zuhörer auch ganz ohne Lasso gefesselt, -mit ihrer Musik nämlich, die sie zum Teil von Größen wie Beck, Outkast und den Beastie Boys entlehnt und gemeinsam mit eigenen Komposition auf Internashville Urban Hymnes versammelt haben. Insgesamt ergeben die 16 Songs eine homogene Mischung, die wie dafür geschaffen scheint, um in lauen Sommernächten für ausgelassene Stimmung zu sorgen. Richtig sentimental und balladenhaft, wie es sich eigentlich zu später Stunde für Country gehört, wird es allerdings nie, wenn die 7 Berliner zu ihren rein akustischen Instrumenten greifen. Fast über die gesamten 56 Minuten ihres Albums hinweg machen The Bosshoss gewaltig Tempo und Power, als gelte es einen Fahrplan einzuhalten. Eigentlich ein wenig schade, denn hin und wieder hätte ein entspannender Schmachtfetzen im Stile einer Lucinda Williams oder Emmylou Harris zur Abwechslung gut getan, nicht zuletzt deshalb, weil es nicht den geringsten Zweifel daran gibt, dass The Bosshoss musikalisch in der Lage wären, auch die leisen Zwischentöne souverän zu meistern. Sowohl die Solostimmen, als auch die gesanglichen und instrumentalen Arrangements sind nämlich vom Allerfeinsten. Es ist schon erstaunlich, mit welcher Selbstverständlichkeit The Boss Hoss aus Klassikern wie "Hey Joe" und "Eyes Without A Face" Country-Legenden stricken, die sich so anhören, als hätten diese seinerzeit für Jimmy Hendrix und Billy Idol Pate gestanden und nicht umgekehrt. Selbst Eigenkompositionen wie "Yee Haw" und "Drowned In Lake Daniels" reihen sich dezent in die Liga der Klassiker ein, als seien sie schon selber welche. Sämtliche Stücke auf Internashville Urban Hymns machen riesige Lust darauf, sich selbst bei einem Konzert von den Live-Qualitäten der Band zu überzeugen, um dann vielleicht auch zu erleben, wenn sich die Cowboys entspannt musikalisch zurücklehnen. Bis dahin heißt es keep on rollin' mit den powervollen Internashville Urban Hymns.

Andreas Schultz - Amazon.de


The BossHoss, das ist die Live Sensation 2005. Ihr Album "Internashville Urban Hymns" konnte sich erfolgreich auf #11 der deutschen Album Charts platzieren und hielt sich über 16 Wochen in den Top 30 der Media Control Charts. Mit über 60.000 verkauften Albumtonträgern haben sie sich mittlerweile im hart umkämpften Musikmarkt behauptet, und können zu Recht behaupten als eine der grossen Bands mitzuspielen. Mitte Oktober startet die grosse bundesweite "Internashville Urban Hymns Tour, die sich bis Dezember hinziehen wird. Passend hierzu nun die geschickt durchdachte und absolut hochwertig durchgestylte DVD. Mit einem kompletten Livekonzertmitschnitt aus Berlin, audiovisuellen Portraits der Jungs, einem Tourreport, den Videos, Karaoke Versionen der Clips zum mitsingen und vielem Mehr. Ein Riesenpaket also und ein Must Have für jeden BossHoss Fan.
 

CD WOW!



Dieses Album riecht stark nach Country. So stark, dass es fast wieder stinkt. Wer sich lange genug mit Popkultur beschäftigt hat, weiß, dass die Überidentifikation zum Beispiel mit einem Musikstil meist dann eintritt, wenn die Künstler nicht authentisch sind. Weil sie auf Schritt und Tritt beweisen möchten, dass sie es ernst meinen, dass sie nichts kopieren würden und wirklich "mit Herz und Seele" dabei seien. Gentleman ist für Reggae ein gutes Beispiel, The Bosshoss für Country.
Auf ihrem Album "Internashville Urban Hymns" covern die sieben Berliner Jungs Hits von Outkast ("Hey Ya!"), den Beastie Boys ("Sabotage"), Beck ("Loser"), Billy Idol ("Eyes Without A Face") oder Jimi Hendrix ("Hey Joe"). Doch wenn die Jungs denken, es würde reichen, Cowboyhüte, große Sonnenbrillen, Feinripunterhemden zu tragen, über den immergleichen Rhythmus die Melodie des Originals mit Harfe und Mandoline zu legen, den Text mit texanischem Akzent zu nuscheln und ab und zu "Yee Haw!" zu rufen, um als Countryband durchzugehen, dann haben sie sich stark getäuscht. Oder sie überschätzen die Dummheit ihrer Fans.

Denn es ist so offensichtlich hörbar, wie ähnlich all die Songs trotz ihrer unterschiedlichen Vorlagen klingen, dass höchstens Halbbesoffene auf einer Party lustig dazu mitgrölen würden. Genau das mag Absicht sein. Wer wirklich Country hören will und sich einfach nur nicht getraut hat, der sollte statt nach diesem Album lieber nach einer Sammlung von Johnny Cash greifen. Auf jeden Fall cooler und echter.

Falls das mit dieser Country-Cover-Idee, die vielleicht für eine Single ("Hey Ya!") tragfähig ist, nichts werden sollte, verdienen The Bosshoss immerhin an den T-Shirts. Für 22 Euro kann ein pinkfarbenes Top mit der Aufschrift "God Loves Cowgirls" gekauft werden.

Robert Kneschke - bloom.de



Ahnungslosen Zuhörern präsentieren sich The Bosshoss mit ihrem Debütalbum Internashville Urban Hymns als Wolf im Schafspelz, mit akustischem Countrysound in Reinform, wäre da nicht das vage Gefühl von "Moment mal, habe ich das nicht schon mal irgendwo anders gehört..."?

Wenn dann endlich der Groschen gefallen ist, wo das war, ist es längst zu spät, denn bereits nach wenigen Takten haben Hoss, Boss, Guss, Russ, Hank, Frank und Ernesto, alias The Bosshoss, ihre Zuhörer auch ganz ohne Lasso gefesselt, mit ihrer Musik nämlich, die sie zum Teil von Größen wie Beck, Outkast und den Beastie Boys entlehnt und gemeinsam mit eigenen Komposition auf Internashville Urban Hymnes versammelt haben.

Insgesamt ergeben die 16 Songs eine homogene Mischung, die wie dafür geschaffen scheint, um in lauen Sommernächten für ausgelassene Stimmung zu sorgen. Richtig sentimental und balladenhaft, wie es sich eigentlich zu später Stunde für Country gehört, wird es allerdings nie, wenn die 7 Berliner zu ihren rein akustischen Instrumenten greifen. Fast über die gesamten 56 Minuten ihres Albums hinweg machen The Bosshoss gewaltig Tempo und Power, als gelte es einen Fahrplan einzuhalten.

Eigentlich ein wenig schade, denn hin und wieder hätte ein entspannender Schmachtfetzen im Stile einer Lucinda Williams oder Emmylou Harris zur Abwechslung gut getan, nicht zuletzt deshalb, weil es nicht den geringsten Zweifel daran gibt, dass The Bosshoss musikalisch in der Lage wären, auch die leisen Zwischentöne souverän zu meistern. Sowohl die Solostimmen, als auch die gesanglichen und instrumentalen Arrangements sind nämlich vom Allerfeinsten. Es ist schon erstaunlich, mit welcher Selbstverständlichkeit The Boss Hoss aus Klassikern wie "Hey Joe" und "Eyes Without A Face" Country-Legenden stricken, die sich so anhören, als hätten diese seinerzeit für Jimmy Hendrix und Billy Idol Pate gestanden und nicht umgekehrt. Selbst Eigenkompositionen wie "Yee Haw" und "Drowned In Lake Daniels" reihen sich dezent in die Liga der Klassiker ein, als seien sie schon selber welche.

Sämtliche Stücke auf Internashville Urban Hymns machen riesige Lust darauf, sich selbst bei einem Konzert von den Live-Qualitäten der Band zu überzeugen, um dann vielleicht auch zu erleben, wenn sich die Cowboys entspannt musikalisch zurücklehnen. Bis dahin heißt es keep on rollin' mit den powervollen Internashville Urban Hymns.

www.jungsspielzeug.de
 

 L y r i c s


Hey Ya!

My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo shooo...
Uh, but does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the doo...
Don't try to fight the feelin'
Because the thought alone is killing me right
nooww...
Uh, thank god for mom and dad
For sticking through together
'Cause we don't know hooowww...UH!

4 x Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa...Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa...

You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've go it
But got it just don't get it
Till' there's nothing at
AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll...
We've been together
Ohh, we've been together
Ohh, we've been together
But seperate's always better when there's
feelings
InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved
If what they say is "Nothing is
forever"
Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE?
(Love exception) So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we are not happy heeeerrreeee...
Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance

Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa...(OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaaa...(Don't want to meet your
daddy, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaa...(Just want you in my Caddy OHH
OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa... (OHH OH, don't want to meet
yo' mamma OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaa...(I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa... (I'm just being honest OHH OH,
I'm just being honest)

Hey, alright now Alright now fealous, (YEAH)
Now what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya'
I say what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) whooo...
Alright, alright, alright, alright, now ladies,
(YEAH)
And we gon' break this back down in just a few
seconds
Now don't have me break this thang down for
nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Gimme some suga', I am your neighber ahh here we
go!
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)
Shake, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it,
shake it
Shh you got to, shake it, shh, shake it, shake it,
got yo shake it
(Shake it Suga') shake it like Poloroid Picture

Toxic

Baby can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
Tasting the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

It's getting late to give you up
I took a sip
From my devil cup
Slowly taking over me

Too high, can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
Tasting the poison paradise
I'm additcted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
Tasting the poison paradise
I'm additcted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
Tasting the poison paradise
I'm additcted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do


Loser

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the
vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise
control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your
sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the
trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a
flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a
pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the
hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a
termite
That’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....

(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna
change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’? )


Sabotage

I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Back and Wonder Why
I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
Oh My, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's Sabotage

So Listen Up 'Cause You Can't Say Nothin'
You'll Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button?
But Yo I'm Out And I'm Gone
I'll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On

'Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet So Don't You Get Souped Yet
You're Scheming On A Thing That's A Mirage
I'm Trying To Tell You Now It's Sabotage

Whyyy; Our Backs Are Now Against The Wall
Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage
Listen All Of Y'all It's A Sabotage

I Can't Stand It, I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight This Watergate
But I Can't Stand Rockin' When I'm In This Place
Because I Feel Disgrace Because You're All In My
Face
But Make No Mistakes And Switch Up My Channel
I'm Buddy Rich When I Fly Off The Handle
What Could It Be, It's A Mirage
You're Scheming On A Thing - That's Sabotage

    

Hot In Herre

Hot in.....
So hot in herre.....
So hot in.....

[Nelly]
I was like, good gracious ass bodacious
Flirtatcious, tryin to show patience
Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you
know)
Lookin for the right time to flash them keys
Then um I'm leavin, please believin
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the four
seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin
No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin
I need you to get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin for
Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like
touchin you
And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me
whats the use

[Hook x2]
(I said)
Its gettin hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes

I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

[Nelly]
Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the
bottles
What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the
models
I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the
throttle
And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and
goggles
Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it
Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint
VOKAL tanktop, all on at this point
Your with a winner so baby you cant loose
I got secrets cant leave Cancun
So take it off like your home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while your on
the phone
Checkin your reflection and tellin your best
friend,
like "girl I think my butt gettin big"

[Hook x2]

(Nelly hang all out)
Mix a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
Give a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Nelly hang all out)
With a little bit a ah, ah
And a sprinkle a that ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, Baby make it ah, ah

[Nelly]
Stop placin, time wastin
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement
(What?)
I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh)
Unless you gon' do it
Extra, extra eh, spread the news
Nelly took a trip from the Luna to Neptunes
Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in
sasoons
Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms

[Hook x4]

(Nelly hang all out)
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Nelly hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, Baby make it ah, ah


Seven Nation Army

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm
bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home


A Little Less Conversation

A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby
satisfy me
Satisfy me baby

Baby close your eyes and listen to the music
Drifting through a summer breeze
It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it
Come along with me and put your mind at ease

A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby
satisfy me
Satisfy me baby

Come on baby I'm tired of talking
Grab your coat and let's start walking
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Don't procrastinate, don't articulate
Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin'
around

A little less conversation, a little more action
please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby
satisfy me
Satisfy me baby


Hey Joe

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your
hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in
your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with
another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with
another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said
Hey Joe I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin'
round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around
town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!

Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby

Hey Joe, said now -
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it

I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me

Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better belive it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down


Eyes Without A Face

I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
could bring a fall
When I'm far from hoooome
Don't call me on the phooouune
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release

eyes without a face
eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

I spend so much tame
Believing all the laies
To keep the dream alave
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you

eyes without a face
eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.

When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo
pool.
Hanging out by the state line, turning holy
waters into wine, drinkin´it down, ooooh.
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin' to stay hip.
I'm thinkin' of you you're out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.

Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realise

eyes without a face
eyes without a face
eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it's getting worse.


Unbelievable

You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you

The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable

You burden me with your problems
By telling me more than mine
I'm always so concerned
With the way you say
You've always go to stop
To think of us being one
Is more than I ever know
But god this time, I realize
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you

The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable

Seemingly lastless, don't mean
You can ask us
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out the clues
To what the world and everything anger to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
I know this world ain't what it seems.

What the fuck was that
It's unbelievable

You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you

The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say, is why i love you more
The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable

you're so unbelievable

you're unbelievable


Word Up

Your pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mama too
cuz we're about to go down
And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Gilde by the people as they start to look and
stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick
mama
Come on pretty lady tell me what's the word

[Chorus]
Word up everybody says
When you hear the call you've got to get it
underway
Word up it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll
be heard


Now all you sucker DJ's who think you're fly
There's got to be a reason and we know the reason
why
Why you put on those airs and you act real cool
But you got to realise that you're acting like
fools
If there's music we can use it
We're free to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me mama
Come on pretty lady tell me what's the word

[Chorus x2]
Word up everybody says
When you hear the call you've got to get it
underway
Word up it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll
be heard

W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!
W - O - R - D - UP!


All The Things She Said

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?

I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This is not enough

All the things she said
All the things she said

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
_Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for
me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind

Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?


This Corrosion

Gimme the Ring,
kissed and toll'd
Gimme something that I missed
A hand to hold, wild and what it seems

Kill the king, when love is the law,
And the we'll turn round ...
Gimme dream child
And do you hear me call?

On the loan and on the level
... still on the floor
Sing dream child
And do you hear at all?

Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey, hey hey, now now, now now, sing ...

Gimme siren, child and do you hear me?
Gimme siren, child, and do you hear me call?
Sing, child, of right and wrong
Gimme things that don't last long
Gimme siren, hild, and do you hear me call?

Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing ...

On heart
hand of God
Floodland and Driven Apart
Run cold
Turn
Cold
Burn

Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand
Like a healing hand


Without Me

2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round
the outside, round the outside

Guess whos back, back again - bosshoss back, tell
a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's
back - Guess who's back...

I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
see Marshall no more they want hoss chopped
liver-
well if you want boss, then I'll give ya
a little bit of weed with hard liquor
vodka makes your heart jump quicker
shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the
Dr. when I'm not co-operating
when I rock the table while he's operating

you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm
back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney - but your
husbands heart problem's complicating

So the FCC wont let me be or let me be so let me
see
they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so
empty without me

So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that,
cum on your lips and some on your tits and get
ready, this shit's about to get heavy

(Now) this looks like a job for me so everybody
just follow me
cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so
empty without me, i said

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
they´re proud, their parents still listen to
Elvis
they start feeling like prisoners helpless, 'til
someone comes along on a mission and yells
"bitch"

A visionary, vision is scary, could start a
revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel-
so let me just- revel an ask, the fact
you´re kissing my ass

Testing "Attention Please" feel the
tension soon you mentions me
here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

Chorus (X2)

A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go for tat with
anybody's talking this shit that shit. Kirkpatrick
get your ass kicked
worse than them Limp Bizkit bastards,

and Moby you get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old
bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old let go its over,
nobody listens to techno
Now lets go,

Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do
Black Music so selfishly
use it to get myself so wealthy (Hey)
there's a concept that works
20 million other white cowboys emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so
empty without me
 

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