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GOOD THINGS TAKE A LONG TIME TO COOK
This black-guy told me, that to do it right,
You gotta move n groove 'n make it tight.
And if you want to make it real good,
You gotta stir it up 'n leave it to cook.
So are you ready for a tasty treat?
Are you ready for a funky beat?
Are you ready to get on your feet?
One, two...1,2,3,4...
Good things take a long time to cook.
You’re feelin’ hungry for a groovy thing.
Lookin' around to find something.
You're lookin' up and down; you're lookin' left 'n right.
You need a solid solution for your appetite.
Make it fast? You better pass
‘Cause don’t you know what you risk to miss
When you make it speedy, you’re bein’ fleety.
I’m talkin’ about missin’ the real thing.
You better ditch that dish, luv.
You better ditch that dish.
You better quit that quick stuff
You better quit that quick.
‘Cause it takes time for things to mingle.
It takes time for things to tingle.
Cotta stir it up 'n leave it to cook.
You gotta stir it up ‘til it gets good
So, what you need is patience, man.
They’re things much better than straight from the can.
All it takes is a little preparation.
Concentration and experimentation.
It’s chemistry, that’s what you gotta see.
And it’s easy, as one, two, three.
Mix it up, spice it hot,
Move it around, 'n cover the pot.
You can shove it in the oven,
But you’ll miss the bliss
Of good things bubblin’.
Do you get the gist?
Good things take a long time to cook.
AWOL
I don't care what you say.
There ain't no way that I'm gonna stay.
You talk so smooth, 'n you act real cool,
But all you push is a bunch of rules…in this place.
Tellin' me when, where, and what to do.
But now I'm tellin' you, man: "I'm through".
Yah, one fine day, when you're turned away,
I'll gather my things and be on my way…from this place.
A.W.O.L. It's gonna be A.W.O.L.
Over the wall and away from here, yah, A.W.O.L.
What ya want with me? What ya lookin' for?
You keep shakin' me down, I can't take no more.
Always checkin' on me, you won't let me be.
But just you wait 'n see, I'll get me free…from this place.
A.W.O.L. It's gonna be A.W.O.L.
Over the wall and away. from here, yah, A.W.O.L.
A.W.O.L. I’m goin’ for A.W.O.L.
Absence without official leave.
You're always sayin' you know what's good for me,
But you ain't me, man, and you can't see.
And it ain't right what's happenin' here.
You're foolin' around, yes you are, with privilege and fear.
Tellin' me what's right, 'n tellin' me what's wrong.
You better believe it, I ain't takin' this for long.
You can lock the doors, keep me busy with chores.
Organize my days, but I'll find a way…to quit this place.
I'VE GOT A BAD HABIT
I’ve got a nasty craving,
A persistent itch,
A gnawing hunger,
An unrelenting twitch.
I’ve got restless fingers, ’n roaving eyes.
My heart is pounding, and I breathe in sighs.
My nerves are wired, and my pulse : it quivers.
I feel unbalanced; got a bad case of shivers.
My head is buzzing, and my thoughts are wild.
I’m burning with fever; my guts are on fire.
I’m sweating all over; how come my mouth stays so dry?
My skin is crawling, I don’t feel quite right.
I’ve got a bad habit.
It’s you.
My thoughts are jumbled, and I feel quite numb.
I can’t stop trembling, I’m coming undone.
I’m real uptight. I’m feeling so tense.
Can’t move my jaws ’cause my teeth are so clenched.
Can’t stop from writhing; I’m real uneasy.
Can’t keep it together. I feel so queasy.
I’ve got hands that shake and temples that throb.
This terrible frenzy; it just won’t seem to stop.
I’ve got a bad habit.
It’s you.
I’m strung-out on you. I’m hung-up on you.
Oh, I’m stuck on you, baby. I’m addicted to you.
There ain’t nothing I can do.
Oh no; oh no.
I’ve got a bad habit.
LAISSEZ VIVRE
Vivre et lissez vivre
Laissons les femmes libres
Les autochtones autonomes
Et les gitans paisibles
Vivre et laissez vivre
Laissons les forêts libres
Les animaux, les océans
Et tout ce qui vit simplement
Silencieusement, les fleurs transpercent le ciment.
Astucieusement, la nature a tout son temps.
Vivre et laissez vivre
Laissons les anges libres
Les planètes et les étoiles
Laissons les dieux tranquilles.
Vivre et laissez vivre.
Vivre et laissez vivre.
Laissez vivre.
Laissez vivre.
PAS PEUR
Pas peur de tomber, pas peur de l’eau
Pas peur de plonger dans l’inconnu
Pas peur de perdre, c’qu’on a gagné
Y’a rien à perdre, faut toujours recommencer
Pas peur du danger, vaut pas la peine
Pas peur de cracher, tout c’qu’on a de trop
Pas peur des mots comme diable et dieu
Ni de vous qui voulez m’empêcher de croire à qui je veux
Nous défoncerons les murs.
Nous ne céderons jamais.
Nous déferons les clôtures
Et ferons ce qui nous plait.
Pas peur de l’enfer, pas peur du noir
Pas peur de la mort, pas peur de perdre le nord
Pas peur du feu ni de la peur
Pas peur de foncer à cent milles à l’heure
MESCALITO
Au delà de tous nos tracas
Y'a des geishas, des divas...
Paulina, bella dona
Les gitannas qui dansent la ]ava
Nina, el senorita
Mescalito dans le Moka-|ava.
Plus haut, toujours plus haut
Y'a des U-F-O incognitos
Ave Maria...Cest le
Nirvana, la blanche coca
Méphisto dans les yeux d'un boa
Mescalito...
Haré, haré, allah!
Haré, haré, haré, haré, allah!
Ave Marie...
Fantasia, c'est Ie coma
Ma diva ne nous réveille pas
Mescalito...
A Lima, trouver tabac
Voir les rayons gammas
Dans les yéux dé Caligula
Fantasia, c'est Ie coma
Ma diva ne nous réveille pas
Mescalito...
SOLITAIRE
Je pense à toi quand tu t’en vas.
Tu m’as dit que tu m’enverras
Des pensées par télépathie
Sans dépenser trop d’énergie.
Des mots d’amour à tous les jours
Qui me seront d’un grand secours
Pour contrôler mes émotions
Quand je sortirai de prison.
Solitaire….
Ainsi pourra-t-on continuer
A vivre ensemble et se parler
En se disant des mots secrets
Déposés dans un pistolet.
Les jours de pluie où je m’ennuie
Je sortirai mon grand fusil
Et le portant contre ma tête
La solitude va disparaître.
Solitaire…..
Mais je serai tout seul
Avec toi dans ma tête et dans mon cœur.
Je ne sentirai pas le vent
Emporter la poussière du temps.
Ce temps qui coule sous la barrière
Emporte les années-lumière.
Et moi qui serai sur le pont.
Ne sentirai plus ma prison.
Ni ce trou dans ma cellule
Où les pensées qui circulent
Font des trous dans mon cachot
Pour libérer tous les mots.
Ni les trous que j’accumule
En faisant tous mes calculs
Font ce trou dans mon cerveau
Pour libérer les oiseaux.
Solitaire….
TAKE THE FLOOR, LADIES!
Ok, girls, what ya waitin’ for?
To get up, and take the floor
Set your hips in motion
Wet your lips with emotion
The tables are turned; now it’s your turn, baby,
To set things right.
The men are floored; now it’s your floor, ladies.
You’re in the spot-light.
Shake the negative reactions.
Throw your souls into action.
Don’t you cringe or hesitate.
It’s time to come-on straight.
Come forward…..take the floor.
Come forward….ladies!
Now it’s your turn, baby, to set things right.
Now it’s your floor, ladies, you’re in the spot-light.
AIM FOR THE TARGET !
Below the waist; between the legs:
Is where it hurts the most
But where it feels the best.
Just between us girls,
Those boys have got a weak spot
Where you can knock 'em out cold
Or get 'em real hot.
You can manage 'em easily.
Build 'em up or bring 'em down.
Forget sophisticated strategy
And go for where it counts.
Don't need the skills of seduction
Nor lavish show of affection
To bring the man to his knees, if that's what you please.
Make him sigh; make him shy.
Don't need tons of ammunition,
Nor defensive mechanisms
To stop him in his tracks, so he won't come back.
Make the guy sore, you'll see him no more.
Aim for the target!
The center of attention.
His means of satisfaction.
His point of sensitivity.
His place of vulnerability.
CHEAP SCREW
What I need is support; no cheap screw.
I’m in need of support; don't you gimme no cheap screw.
I don't like things that dangle; don't want no cheap screw.
I said: "I don't like things that dangle.
" Don't you give me no cheap screw.
No....No.…
Make a solid attachment…no cheap screw.
Won't you make it a real solid attachment…no cheap screw. Let's have a firm connection; don't want your cheap screw.
I said a firm connection; don't want none of your cheap screw.
Woahh! Can't seem to get a hold; it's a real frustration.
Woahh! So hard to grasp; I'm filled with desperation.
Woahh! Can't seem to get in close without a real exertion.
Woahh! So hard to secure; it's an exasperation.
A nice tight fit;
Don't give me the slip.
A good strong bond;
Don't you make it go wrong.
IT'S NEVER ENOUGH
You drink too much…to forget the unhappiness
Eat too much…to fill the emptiness
You smoke too much…to calm the nervousness
You dream too much…to avoid the meaningless
But it’s never enough!...never enough!
Socialize too much…to ease the loneliness
Talk too much…to disguise self-consciousness
You work too much…to abate the craziness
You worry too much…to cover the passiveness
Too much, too long
Too far, too strong
Too fast, too steep
Too loud, you go too deep
But it’s never enough!...never enough!
It’s never enough!.....never enough!