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Albums:

New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk into Rock [New Electric Muse] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Megalomania [Japan Bonus Track] (Enslavement of Beauty) · Megalomania (Aqua) · Megalomania (Enslavement of Beauty) · 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 »


Shortest straw challenge liberty 
Downed by law 
Live in infamy 
Rub you raw 
Witch hunt riding through shortest straw 
This shortest straw has been
Shortest straw challenge liberty 
Downed by law 
Live in infamy 
Rub you raw 
Witch hunt riding through shortest straw 
This shortest straw has been
a megalomania 
Reveal dementia, reveal 
Secretly, silently, certainly 
In vertigo you will be 

Shortest straw 
Challenge liberty 
Downed by law 
Live in
a megalomania 
Reveal dementia, reveal 
Secretly, silently, certainly 
In vertigo you will be 

Shortest straw 
Challenge liberty 
Downed by law 
Live in
of your life go by

I see sorrows, laughter, fear from the other side
Rainbows blackened, innocence fractured
And left to die
And if I could change
World of lies and of sin
Godless years
We all live in

Lost in megalomania, unclean human beings (are)
Drunken by blood
Having the force
To judge
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
Out of the blue
Heaven sent you
A vision of beauty, made you my duty
To make you my muse
I can't believe, I've lasted this long
Inspired by you,
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
with it on you
Live around the corner, yeah we ain't even formal
So I'm askin' God, why you alive and I gotta mourn you
Word, I see you got a little crew
murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother
(Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me)

[Chorus: Scratched by Stoupe] (repeat 2x)

	"c'mon, let
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone