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Live in Indonesia at Java Rockin Land (Stryper) · Made in the Shade [Made in the Shade Plus] (The Ricochets) · Systematic Colours, Vol. 1 (Abysm) · Colours (Graffiti6) · Man of Colours (Icehouse) · Forbidden Colours (Ryuichi Sakamoto) · Flying Colours [Bonus CD] (Bliss N Eso) · Flying Colours (Shad) · Colours (Eloy) · McFly (Five Colours in Her Hair) (McFly) – and 90 other albums »


Given the opportunity dem boys would put two in me (bla bla bla)
We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves 
I made money now I got uncle Sam
hit one, two, three ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions
to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak.

Three
time, come in rainbow 

Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow 

Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple 

Repeat
conjure in my mind
(Yellow and green, green pea green, cherry red and red and blue)
Just yesterday I was woken by a flashing of a
Light from my studio
The gardener standing by, three offers he made me.
The pink, the violet, and red rose, which I refused all three.
Which I refused all three

The pink's no
The colour in her cheeks
Was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup
To make her look that way
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks
What more can I
limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slant
Eyes drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
Snarled and luck turned sour, Children
Uh- uhh, the Three 6 Mafia.
Loungin' in the studio.
Finna' give y'all a little demonstration 
Of how we kick it here in the M-town
Finna' drop it
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
the factory made
Out of a little doorway
At the end of a conveyor belt
In the centre of a ring of fire
Half the size of a postage stamp
Were a million
The gardener standing by
Three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet, and red rose
To which I refused all three
To which I refused all three
The pink's
the twenty seven eight-by-ten
Colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
Of each one, sat down.  Man came in said, "All
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
a nickel in
When he danced with his first wife
By '61 his wife was gone
But that jukebox had survived

It was three plays for a quarter
I turned
all of it
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
In
the following cammand

Poke eighthundredandfiftyeight
One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator

touch one of the red function keys

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This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues
the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
And those walls of the heaven, were crushed by their force
Fifty dark minded beasts, with their wings of steel
They made a raid to the temple, and it's tower
silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it
aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls,
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood