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New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk into Rock [New Electric Muse] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Watch Me Dance [Agitated by Ross Orton & Pipes] (Toddla T) · Agitated Screams of Maggots (Dir en Grey) · Agitated (The Willys) · Live at the Evening Muse [CD/DVD] (Mike Garrigan) · An Ancient Muse (Loreena McKennitt) · Horn to Horn [Muse] (Teddy Edwards) · Absinth, Vol. 2: La Muse De La Boheme (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Body and Soul [Muse] (Zoot Sims) · The Muse (Elton John) – and 90 other albums »


Mountain of wisdom,
Of music and light
Muse of all vision,
Grant us the Waters of Life
Seeking the mountain,
Apollo's sacred realm,
Where the Muses
fear in pain
Throughout the minds of those too sane
To realize this is no game,
Drinking the lies in Heaven's name.
Spear of tin, forged by Muse
Majik
wants to kiss my snatch

To go where God knows who has gone before
I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore
Oh, suburban shits who want some class
Wall to wall a tv´s twitchin´
Clearly not a muse
Then flashin´ through the interference
Beams a thousand tunes
This is tomorrow
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
released by my frustration
Was nearly enough for re-incarnation

But if I could live my life again the last thing that I'd be
Is a Maoist intellectual in
And life is drifting by 

Still I hold on and wait
I know it's not too late
And my breeze will come 

Muse you satisfy my soul
Keep me warm while
the tide
Severed with the losses of logic
Love left me unimpressed
I keep on walking the path of tragedy

let me attend let me represent
My muse lays dead
son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggaz get shot down dead
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst
centuries and more, I've searched my head for perfect words
I'll take my chance or live forever in a world of hurt

Impalement on a tree of thorns is
This be the dawning of the age of dead water
Stitchin every be-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up
This is
her muse
She feels humbled by this equation 
And sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Henry Miller
She's just not leaving anytime soon
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled 
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled 
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
Murder all
to do, the human beatbox
'Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances,
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dicks like lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't
captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em dicks like her lips I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get
would never
I start to think that you're my muse because you get me so inspired
We can do whatever we choose and live our lives right on the wire
I
far gone
To turn it around now

I really thought it would be you and me
Until the end of both of our lives, hey
Especially how we used to kick it
Beautiful dark muse
Need your affection
You are my dream come true
You leave me breathless
You hypnotize me
Can't live without this
You mesmerize me
captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' 'em dicks like her lips I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic
Yusef:

This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course 
Muse bound bop