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00:00 - You Wanna Stay 6:30 - Leftovers 12:08 - Back At It 17:48 - Ma Osim

1 Kafkaf Infected Mushroom 2 Bass Nipple Infected Mushroom 3 Savant on Mushrooms (feat. Savant) Infected MushroomSavant 4 Kipod Infected Mushroom 5 Kazabubu Infected Mushroom 6 Now is Gold (feat. Kelsy Karter) Infected MushroomKelsy Karter 7 Rise Up Infected MushroomSavant 8 Nerds on Mushrooms (feat. Pegboard Nerds) Infected MushroomPegboard Nerds 9 Mambacore Infected Mushroom 10 Where Do I Belong Infected Mushroom 11 Astrix on Mushrooms Infected Mushroom 12 Who Is There Infected Mushroom 13 Bark Infected Mushroom 14 Trance Party Infected Mushroom 15 See Me Now Infected Mushroom 16 The French Infected Mushroom 17 Kipod (RIOT Remix)

Evenings Lament As a curtain of darkness crashes down across the land, A motionless scream of silence serenades the streets like a marching band. The stillness of the night staggers boisterously back against the breeze, That's when life sits back, taking time to breathe. Echoes of yesterday stand loitering on street corners, wondering what song tomorrow will sing, As shattered pieces of chaos busk in the subway with a familiar ring. Reality crawls out of the gutter after being cast aside without care or stutter, Meanwhile, waking battered dreams helplessly fight for freedom in the war against reality's clutter. A street hawker in carnival dress tries to convince passersby he's a prophet, a seer, Whispering, he pours bankrupt hopes and dreams into the ear. Phantasmic people from yesteryear haunt deserted streets somewhere, their souls abandoned them and evaporated into the air. As a curtain of darkness crashes down across the land, A motionless scream of silence serenades the streets like a marching band.

SHILOH Bolts of silvery gold alloy light Liquify the glass ebony night It transitions to a pearly white And raven aeons are laid right. Atop white Arabian horses Sits Shiloh with his forces Poised to destroy the enemy forces His judgment comes despite your courses. At Armageddon, he'll lay nations low Down which road will you go? Wide or narrow time will show. Still, you'll reap what you sow. When Shiloh comes riding in He'll expose every secret sin No work can save you or your kin There's no new wine for old skin. The time has come, the battle's set, The fate of all now divinely met, Theres no middle ground with Shiloh or regret? Your judgment is here too late to fret. At Armageddon, he'll lay nations low Down which road will you go? Wide or narrow time will show. Still, you'll reap what you sow. The path you have chosen, you made your stand, For Shiloh or against, it's no longer in your hand, The future's now sure, the choice is grand, It's Shiloh time now; salvation has slipped from your hand.

Satire, adult humour.

A light-hearted anthropomorphic rhyme about warring confectionary. Chocolate biscuit mongoloids Wielding blancmange knifes Killed fifty Caucasian popadoms In a water pistol frenzy. Jellied eeled wives with haemorrhoids Living half-life strifeless lives Have gone kamikaze in jellybean car bombs Down by the quay. Two crystal meth blue bottled gingerbread fuhrers Wearing a Mephistophelian paperknife grin Baste the chocolate biscuit mongoloids to death With their methamphetamine liquorice truncheon. To the candy, abattoir scream the jurors In a spastic rage of abominable sin With a gazeuse last breath The Humpty Dumpty – like judge leaves for luncheon. Milkybar tombstones with love heart epitaphs. Commemorate the chocolate biscuit mongoloids As a lucky bag full of relatives in fits of pandemonium Curse the caucasian popadoms and gingerbread fuhrers. Suddenly, with radioactive candy cane bow staffs, Appeared the jellied eeled wives with haemorrhoids Flailing about, blowing up the place like plutonium Unable to sit still, they leave, leaving behind only their auras.

A compilation of various tracks from Pink Floyd albums. 01 - Money - 06:22 - Album: Dark Side Of The Moon. 02 - Wearing The Inside Out - 06:48 - Album: The Division Bell 03 - Bike - 03:24 - Album: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn 04 - Sorrow - 08:48 - Album: A Momentary Lapse of Reason 05 - Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun - 05:27 - Album: A Saucerful of Secrets 06 - Dogs - 17:04 - Album: Animals 07 - Fat Old Sun - 05:22 - Album: Atom Heart Mother 08 - Comfortably Numb [includes ending of 'Bring the Boys Back Home'] - 06:53 - Album: Echoes 09 - One of These Days - 05:58 - Album: Meddle Duration - 1:06:10 Money Lyrics Money, get away. Get a good job with good pay and you're okay. Money, it's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team. Money, get back. I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet. Money, it's a crime. Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say Is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away. "HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out" Wearing The Inside Out Lyrics From morning to night I stayed out of sight Didn't recognize I'd become No more than alive, I'd barely survive In a word, overrun Won't hear a sound (he's curled into the corner) From my mouth (but still the screen is flickering) I've spent too long (with an endless stream of garbage to) On the inside out (curse the place) My skin is cold (in a sea of random images) To the human touch (the self-destructing animal) This bleeding heart's (waiting for the waves to break) Not beating much I murmured a vow of silence and now I don't even hear when I think aloud Extinguished by light, I turn on the night Wear its darkness with an empty smile I'm creeping back to life My nervous system all awry I'm wearing the inside out Look at him now He's paler somehow But he's coming around He's starting to choke It's been so long since he spoke Well, he can have the words right from my mouth And with these words I can see Clear through the clouds that covered me Just give it time then speak my name Now we can hear ourselves again I'm holding out (he's standing on the threshold) For the day (caught in fiery anger) When all the clouds (and hurled into the furnace) Have blown away (he'll curse the place) I'm with you now (he's torn in all directions) Can speak your name (and still the screen is flickering) Now we can hear (waiting for the flames to break) Ourselves again Bike Lyrics I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like It's got a basket, a bell that rings And things to make it look good I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything, everything if you want things I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke There's a tear up the front It's red and black, I've had it for months If you think it could look good then I guess it should You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything, everything if you want things I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house I don't know why I call him Gerald He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything, everything if you want things I've got a clan of gingerbread men Here's a man, there's a man, lots of gingerbread men Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world I'll give you anything, everything if you want things I know a room of musical tunes Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork Let's go into the other room and make them work Sorrow Lyrics The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise He's chained forever to a world that's departed It's not enough, it's not enough His blood has frozen and curdled with fright His knees have trembled and given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river roll And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to be There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And silence that speaks so much louder than words Of promises broken Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun Lyrics Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine One inch of love is one inch of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Witness the man who raves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Dogs Lyrics You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone. Fat Old Sun Lyrics When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling Summer's thunder time of year The sound of music in my ears Distant bells, new mown grass Smells so sweet By the river holding hands Roll me up and lay me down And if you sit don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling Children's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears And if you sit don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Comfortably Numb Lyrics Hello Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home? Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well, I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb I have become comfortably numb O.K. Just a little pin prick There'll be no more ah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on, it's time to go There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone I have become comfortably numb One Of These Days Lyrics One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces

1 | 0:00.00 | 3:38.57 | "Peaches en Regalia" 2 | 3:38.57 | 9:16.68 | "Willie the Pimp" 3 | 12:55.50 | 9:00.20 | "Son of Mr. Green Genes" 4 | 21:55.70 | 3:04.00 | "Little Umbrellas" 5 | 24:59.70 | 16:56.65 | "The Gumbo Variations" 6 | 41:56.60 | | "It Must Be a Camel" Hot Rats is the second solo album by Frank Zappa, released in October 1969. It was Zappa's first recording project after the dissolution of the original version of the Mothers of Invention. Five of the six songs are instrumental, while "Willie the Pimp" features vocals by Captain Beefheart. In his original sleeve notes, Zappa described the album as "a movie for your ears".

A short poem about clinical & psychotic depression. Images for the video are below. www.boredpanda.com/depression-through-art/

Kill for Love is the fourth studio album by American electronic music band Chromatics. It was released on March 26, 2012, by Italians Do It Better. Chromatics were an American electronic music band from Portland, Oregon, formed in 2001. The band's final line-up consisted of Ruth Radelet (vocals, guitar, synthesizer), Adam Miller (guitar, vocoder), Nat Walker (drums, synthesizer), and Johnny Jewel (producer, multi-instrumentalist).

Ophites Chapter I - Overview 00:00 Chapter II - Reproduction & Deities 5:08 Chapter III - Aba Day Loth 21:10 Chapter IV - Samphire 26:20 Chapter V - Umbre Chi 29:53 Chapter VI - Sybarite 36:20 Chapter VII - M.A.S.K.S 39:38 Chapter VIII - Honourable Suicide 41:55 Chapter IX - Catalysts 45:54 Chapter X - Achamoth 52:53 Chapter XI - Archimedean 1:05:02 Chapter XII - Za'a'zel 1:07:01 Chapter XIII - Holy Mountains - Blessings 1:19:52 Chapter XIV - Tetramorph 1:21:41 Chapter XV - Third Eye Neurotanamus Centre - T.E.N 1:24:09 The End 1:26:53 The Ophites are a serpent-like humanoid race living on their Homeworld, Effluvia, also known as Ophidian 3,6,9. Characterized by their love for mathematics and unique physical and sensory attributes. Their tetrachromatic vision lets them perceive colours beyond the human spectrum. They can detect heat sources and colour changes and identify when one is ill. They have a symbiotic relationship with the planet's flora, aiding its pollination and benefiting from its nectar. The Ophites believe in a divine spiritual origin, an inherent spark of revelation. They seek to solve the ultimate riddle and merge with the eternal consciousness that is their creator and Almighty God, Khashmal. The text also describes the culture's deities and their teachings, emphasizing the pursuit of love, wisdom and enlightenment. Writing stories is a great way to relax and create. I enjoy writing stories and have decided to share this story with you. Let me know what your thoughts are and if you enjoyed it. Kind regards

Crime has been stamped out in a utopian world filled with female superheroes. Poverty has been eradicated, and the world is finally at peace.

Satire of movies, just for fun.

Tracy Chapman (born March 30, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter widely known for her hit singles "Fast Car" (1988) and "Give Me One Reason" (1995). Tracy Chapman Lyrics "Mountains O' Things" The life I've always wanted I guess I'll never have I'll be working for somebody else Until I'm in my grave I'll be dreaming of a life of ease And mountains Oh mountains o' things To have a big expensive car Drag my furs on the ground And have a maid that I can tell To bring me anything Everyone will look at me with envy and with greed I'll revel in their attention And mountains Oh mountains o' things Sweet lazy life Champagne and caviar I hope you'll come and find me Cause you know who we are Those who deserve the best in life And know what money's worth And those whose sole misfortune Was having mountains o' nothing at birth Oh they tell me There's still time to save my soul They tell me Renounce all Renounce all those material things you gained by Exploiting other human beings Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o' things Oh they tell me There's still time to save my soul They tell me Renounce all Renounce all those material things you gained by Exploiting other human beings Mostly I feel lonely Good good people are Good people are only My stepping stones It's gonna take all my mountains o' things To surround me Keep all my enemies away Keep my sadness and loneliness at bay The life I've always wanted I guess I'll never have I'll be working for somebody else Until I'm in my grave I'll be dreaming of a live of ease And mountains, Oh mountains o' things I'll be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming... Drea-ea-ea-ming... I'll be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming... Drea-ea-ea-ming... I'll be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming... Drea-ea-ea-ming... I'll be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming... Drea-ea-ea-ming...

Tracy Chapman (born March 30, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter widely known for her hit singles "Fast Car" (1988) and "Give Me One Reason" (1995). Tracy Chapman Lyrics "Fast Car" You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living See my old man's got a problem He live with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working His body's too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? We gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way So remember when we were driving driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruising, entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs So remember when we were driving driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So remember when we were driving driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away? You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way

Brian Patrick Carroll (born May 13, 1969), known professionally as Buckethead, is an American guitarist, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. He has received critical acclaim for his innovative virtuoso electric guitar playing. His music spans several genres: progressive metal, funk, blues, bluegrass, ambient, and avant-garde. He performs primarily as a solo artist

Brian Patrick Carroll (born May 13, 1969), known professionally as Buckethead, is an American guitarist, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. He has received critical acclaim for his innovative virtuoso electric guitar playing. His music spans several genres: progressive metal, funk, blues, bluegrass, ambient, and avant-garde. He performs primarily as a solo artist

Brian Patrick Carroll (born May 13, 1969), known professionally as Buckethead, is an American guitarist, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. He has received critical acclaim for his innovative virtuoso electric guitar playing. His music spans several genres: progressive metal, funk, blues, bluegrass, ambient, and avant-garde. He performs primarily as a solo artist

Brian Patrick Carroll (born May 13, 1969), known professionally as Buckethead, is an American guitarist, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. He has received critical acclaim for his innovative virtuoso electric guitar playing. His music spans several genres: progressive metal, funk, blues, bluegrass, ambient, and avant-garde. He performs primarily as a solo artist

James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix (born Johnny Allen Hendrix; November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970) was an American guitarist, songwriter and singer. Although his mainstream career spanned only four years, he is widely regarded as the greatest and one of the most influential electric guitarists in the history of popular music and one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame describes him as "arguably the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music." Lyrics "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island Might even raise a little sand Yeah 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby I want to say one more last thing I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time I'll give it right back to you one of these days, hahaha I said I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time I'll give it right back one of these days Oh yeah If I don't meet you no more in this world, then I'll meet you in the next one And don't be late Don't be late 'Cause I'm a voodoo child, voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby I'm a voodoo child, baby I don't take no for an answer Question no Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby

Gong is a psychedelic rock band that incorporates jazz and space rock elements into its musical style. The group was formed in Paris in 1967 by Australian musician Daevid Allen and English vocalist Gilli Smyth.

Kraftwerk is a German electronic band formed in Düsseldorf in 1970 by Ralf Hütter and Florian Schneider. Widely considered innovators and pioneers of electronic music, Kraftwerk were among the first successful acts to popularize the genre. The group began as part of West Germany's experimental krautrock scene in the early 1970s before fully embracing electronic instrumentation, including synthesizers, drum machines, and vocoders. Kraftwerk Lyrics "The Model" She's a model and she's looking good I'd like to take her home that's understood She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera to change her mind She's going out to nightclubs drinking just champagne And she has been checking nearly all the men She's playing her game and you can hear them say She is looking good, for beauty we will pay She's posing for consumer products now and then For every camera she gives the best she can I saw her on the cover of a magazine Now she's a big success, I want to meet her again

Troubadour is the fourth studio album by J. J. Cale. J.J. Cale Lyrics "Cocaine" If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine

Coney Island Baby is the sixth solo studio album by American rock musician Lou Reed. It was released by RCA Records in December 1975 in the US and in January 1976 in the UK. KICKS Lyrics Hey man, what's your style? How do you get your kicks for living? Hey man, what's your style? How do you get your adrenaline flowing now? How do you get your adrenaline flowing? Hey man, what's your style? I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style? I ain't jealous of the way you're living I ain't jealous of the way you're living When you cut that dude with that stiletto, man, you You did it so, ah, cheaply What'd I think about it? When the blood come-a-down his neck Don't you know it was, uh, far better than sex Now, now, now It was way better than getting laid—‘cause it's the Final thing to do, now Get somebody to, uh, come on to you Then you just Get somebody to now now come on to you and then You kill them, yeah You kill them, uh huh 'Cause I need kicks Hey baby, baby, I need kicks, now I'm getting bored, I need, need it, need it, need now, now some kicks Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks See rock shows near Leeds Get tickets as low as $53 You might also like A Gift Lou Reed She’s My Best Friend Lou Reed Walk on the Wild Side Lou Reed Hey man, what's your style? How do you get your kicks for living? Hey man, what's your style? How you get your adrenaline flowing now, now, now, now, now How you get your adrenaline flowing? Hey man, what's your style? You know, I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style? I ain't jealous of the way that you're living Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living In the newspaper that you had with you that night You did it so, ah, crudely, now With that blood coming down his chest It was way better than sex, now, now It was way better than getting laid It was the, the final thing to do Get somebody to come, come on to you, then Get somebody to, ah, to come, come on to you, then you Then ya kill them now Then ya kill him now, now Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now 'Cause I need kicks I need some kicks I'm getting bored I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Oh, give me now, kicks Yeah, I need some kicks Yeah, I need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kick-kicks Oh, give it me now, now Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks, ah kicks now

Grasshopper is a 1982 album by J. J. Cale. It was his seventh studio album. J.J. Cale Lyrics "Does Your Mama Like To Reggae" Does your mama like to reggae Does your mama like to reggae Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does your mama like to reggae You gotta come on home to the city Down in Jamaica way Better come home to the city Down in Jamaica way Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does she dance it for you daily Watch it, watch it Does she dance it for you daily when you want it Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Does your mama like to reggae Does your mama like to reggae