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The Butcher Boy

In More Street where I did dwell
A butcher boy I loved right well
He courted me my life away
And now with me he will not stay
 
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I’ll never be
Till cherries grow on an apple tree
 
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy’s knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growing over me
 
He went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging by a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And in her pocket these words he found
 
”Oh, make my grave large, wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle a turtle dove
So the world may know I died for love”
 

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Fliegender Fisch II

Das Wasser sieht von oben wie 'n Spiegel aus
Du starrst hinein und du erkennst mich nicht
Ich komme jetzt für drei Sekunden zu dir raus
Nur bei dir bleiben kann ich nicht
 
Halt mich nicht
Ich bin nur 'n fliegender Fisch
Tauch ich vor dir auf
Zieh mich nicht zu dir rauf
Tu mir nicht weh
Und der salzigen See
 
Halt mich nicht
Ich bin nur 'n fliegender Fisch
Wie soll ich leben in der dünnen Luft
Die ihr verbraucht für euer Marktgeschrei
Ihr hört ja nicht, wenn einer Hilfe ruft
Hier unten hört man meilenweit
 
Wie soll ich leben in dem weißen Licht
Darin vertrocknet meine Silberhaut
Hier in der Dämmerung, da leuchte ich
Es gibt kein Schwarz, kein Weiß, nur Blau
 
Halt mich nicht
Ich bin nur 'n fliegender Fisch
Tauch ich vor dir auf
Zieh mich nicht zu dir rauf
Tu mir nicht weh
Und der salzigen See
 
Wie soll ich leben auf dem flachen Land
Nur links und rechts und vorwärts und zurück
Der Druck der Tiefe und der Sprung über den Rand
Sind Plus- und Minuspool vom Glück
 
Das Wasser sieht von oben wie 'n Spiegel aus
Du starrst hinein und siehst nur dein Gesicht
Ich komme jetzt für drei Sekunden zu dir raus
Nur bei dir bleiben kann ich nicht
 

Hold It Now Hit It

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time? It's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking, chicken eating, dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dow with Mike D. And it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now) hit it!
Now its me Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. And it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony, 'O.E.' and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising, I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car, I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice
My name's Mike D. And I can do that Jerry Lewis
Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now) hit it!
Hip-hop, body rockin', doing the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. And I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink a 'O.E.' and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head, you're wet behind the ears
You like men, and we like beer (beer, beer, beer)
Hold it now, hit it!
King of the Ave. With the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
Cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton (Ted Knight) and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boy-are-dee cooling on the pot
I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
And I'm never dusting out 'cause I torch that crack
The King Adrock, that is my name
And you're drinking Moet, we got the champagne
A quarter dropping, going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs
Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now), hit it!
Hit it! (Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it)
Hold it now (hit it!)
Yo Leroy!
 

Cold in California

Wouldn't hold you back
No, I never would do that
That don't mean I wanted you to go
Playing dives on weekends
Was a slow ride to a dead end
You're headed west to find your pot of gold
 
And I hope you do
But if you don't
 
If you're feeling cold in California
Those L.A. stars just don't shine bright enough for you
The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling
I still remember how I used to warm you
If you're cold in California
 
Went out with a friend
Of a friend, but that just ended
With me finding myself another friend
I've got a soft spot for those
With the wind in their souls
Ain't it funny what I love's what made you go?
 
I don't blame you
And I wouldn't change you
 
If you're feeling cold in California
Those L.A. stars just don't shine bright enough for you
The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling
I still remember how I used to warm you
If you're cold in California
 
(Cold in California)
(Cold in California)
(Cold in California)
(Cold in California)
 
But if you're feeling cold in California (Cold in California)
Those L.A. stars (Cold in California) just don't shine bright enough for you
(Cold in California)
The snow back home ain't the only thing still falling
I still remember how I used to warm you
If you're cold in California
 

Tiny

This treasure is ours
But it won't fix
Disappointing times
 
Swear we have quit
Just need to lick
Hedonistic minds
 
Light up the stage
Rewrite the script
It's your book for life
 
There's more to life
Than all of us
And we are all tiny
Like little ants
We'll soon be crushed
And we are all tiny
 
Frivolous fury
Swallow pills
Mankind's secret crime
 
Life is gigantic
Will not spill
A single drop this time
 
Love is contagious
Catch a thrill
Make sure love never dies