Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix) .......... A3

It's Bad You Know .......... R.L. Burnside

It Was A Very Good Year .......... Frank Sinatra

Gotta Serve Somebody .......... Boy Dylan

Inside Of Me .......... Little Steven & the Disciples of Soul

I Feel Free .......... Cream

Mystic Eyes .......... Van Morrison

State Trooper .......... Bruce Springsteen

I'm A Man .......... Bo Diddley

Complicated Shadows .......... Elvis Costello

The Beast In Me .......... Nick Lowe

Viking .......... Los Lobos

Blood Is Thicker Than Water (f/ G & B) .......... Wyclef Jean

I've Tried Everything .......... Eurythmics

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything you had was
gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like a voice telling you there was something you should
know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low
- ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cos
when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Mama said you'd be the Chosen One.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.

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When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years

You may be an ambassador to England or France,
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage,
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage,
You may be a business man or some high degree thief,
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk,
You may be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
You may be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home,
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome,
You might own guns and you might even own tanks,
You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride,
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side,
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair,
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk,
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk,
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread,
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy,
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy,
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray,
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Even if it's all over, don't ever say it was all in vain
And don't tell me everything we believe in has been washed away
Because something still remains
I known it still remains, because I'm still the same
And there ain't nothing gonna change my mind
Because I've spent my whole life just trying to find
Something I know I need but can't define
Everything I ever wanted is here baby
It's still alive inside of me
It never died inside of me

Everybody tells me, open up your eyes, it can never be like it used to be
I say to them, open up your heart, you see just what you want to see
Is it too much for you to see the truth
Every time you look in my face
Ain't it a little late in the game to throw your hand in
And ain't it a little late in the game to forget everything we've been
Trapped by the locked doors you never could get in
It's still alive inside of me
It never died inside of me

There was a moment in time, we could almost taste the adventure every day
Now I know that we're a little bit older
but that don't mean there's nothing new left to say
Now we spend the days walking away instead of trying to do something about it
You oughta be right by my side
Instead of trying to find a place to hide
Fighting to keep everything that we had baby
It's still alive inside of me
It never died inside of me

Bo bo bo bo bo bo
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Hmmm....
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free
Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Feel when I dance with you
We move like the sea
You, you're all I want to know
I feel free (3X)

I can walk down the street there's no one there
Though, the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my mind wants to cry out loud

Ahhh...
I feel free (3X)

I can walk down the street there's no one there
Though, the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my mind wants to cry out loud
Though my mind wants to cry out loud

Dance floor is like the sea
Ceiling is the sky
You're the sun, and as you shine on me
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free

Ahhhh...

One Sunday mornin'
A-we went walkin'
Down by, the old graveyard
The mornin' fog
I looked into
A-yeah, those mystic eyes

Her mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic, eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Oh, the mystic eyes
Ooh

(Mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic)

New Jersey Turnpike, ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refin'ry's glow
Out where the great black rivers flow
License, registration: I ain't got none
But I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done

Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Please don't stop me, please don't stop me
Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's been both'rin' me my whole life
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Please don't stop me, please don't stop me

In the wee, wee hours your mind get hazy
Radio relay towers lead me to my baby
The radio's jammed up with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, till you lose your patience

Mister state trooper, please don't stop me

Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer
Hiho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere

[Thanks to noone@home.com for lyrics]

Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Keep a lot of folks alive.

Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
You know baby,
We can have a lot of fun.

I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

All you pretty women,
Stand in line,
I can make love to you baby,
In an hour's time.

I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

I goin' back down,
To Kansas to
Bring back the second cousin,
Little John the conqueroo.

I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

The line I shoot,
Will never miss,
The way I make love to 'em,
They can't resist.

I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N...man.

Well you know your time has come and you're sorry for what you've done
You should've never have been playing with a gun
In those Complicated Shadows
Well there's a line that you must toe
and it'll soon be time to go
but it's darker than you know in those Complicated Shadows

All you gangsters and rude clowns
Who were shooting up the town
When you should have found someone to put the blame on
Though the fury's hot and hard
I still see that cold graveyard
There's a solitary stone that's got your name on

You don't have to take it from me
But I know what I spake
You think you're like iron and steel
But iron and steel will bend and break
In those Complicated Shadows

Go!

Sometimes justice you will find
Is just dumb not colour-blind
And your poor shattered mind can't take it all in
All those phantoms and those shades
Should Jump up on Judgement Day
And say to the Almighty "I'm still stinking of sin"

But the jury was dismissed
Took his neck and they give it a twist
So you see you won't be missed in those Complicated Shadows

You can say just what you like in a voice like a John Ford film
Take the law into your hands
You will soon get tired of killing
In those Complicated Shadows
Complicated Shadows
Complicated Shadows
Complicated Shadows

Go!

The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bonds
Restless by day
And by night, rants and rages at the stars
God help, the beast in me
The beast in me
Has had to learn to live with pain
And how to shelter from the rain
And in the twinkling of an eye
Might have to be restrained
God help the beast in me

Sometimes
It tries to kid me that it's just a teddy bear
Or even somehow managed
To vanish in the air
And that is when I must beware
Of the beast in me
That everybody knows
They've seen him out dressed in my clothes
Patently unclear
If it's New York or New Year
God help the beast in me
The beast in me

The last time I seen Viking
He was about this tall
With a tattoo
Where a smile should've been
Of his sweetheart's name
Of his sweetheart's name

Do you remember Viking?
He was about you and me
With a big scar
Where his heart should've been
Inside his chest
Inside his chest

Do you remember Viking?
Do you remember Viking?

The last time I saw Viking
He was about so tall
With a tattoo
Where his heart should've been
He was about everything
He was about everything
Do you remember Viking?
Do you remember Viking?
I remember Viking

(Italian speaking)

[Wyclef:]
Yo, I'm rollin with the wise guys
you don't wanna testify
I thought it was a movie till they paid me off in jury duty
I can't front the check came in handy
cuz my baby mother stressin me like Edith did ARCHIE
they welcomed me in the family
bought me a Porsche and a crib out in JERSEY
I told my moms she wasn't thrilled
she told me they like mad lions son they shoot to KILL
and leave yer body on the hill
massacre similar to what happened in Amityville
I'm sittin back with a fifth
reminiscing on who I miss
slidin the family stone in the cd disc

Chorus-[The Product G&B]
It's a family affair (X4)

[G&B member 1]
Blood is thicker than water
The fans got me under pressure
They say I might not see sunlight again
Unless I snitch on my mans
But I won't none dat oh no

(Chorus)

[G&B member 1]
They want me to go undercover
They want me to wear a wire too
It'll neva happen
Cuz I can't see
Me goin' agianst my family tree
It's a family affair

(Chorus)

[G&B member 1]
By the time you get this letter
I won't be enduring good health, ma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to do you wrong

[G&B member 2]
I know you raised me
In the ways of rightesnous
And this is gonna be the last time I do a bit

[Wyclef]
I WANT OUT NOW
He laughed and said, "Please hee hee
You can check out but you can't leave
I'll cut you up in so many pieces 'Clef
That even if I sent your mom the instruction
She couldn't put you back together"
?4-5 ways to be circumsized?
Times stand still when the murders on the rise
Any last words
Give my regard to Tony Soprano

(Chorus X2)

[Wyclef]
Refugee Camp
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder
Ghetto and Blues
Product
New Millenium
Come on, come on, come on

The truth of life is the greatest gift
But I don't think I can make it fit
And who would guess it would come to this
When I've tried everything

And I should know but I can't explain
The endless noise sounding in my brain
Who would've thought
That you could feel such pain
When you've tried everything

Yeah you're a loser now
Yeah you're a loser
Now

I should be cool
But I'm burning hot
I should be good
But I fell apart
Don't look at me now don't even start
'Cause I've tried everything

Yeah... you're a loser now
Yeah... you're a loser now