Lyrics:
the place of the Nativity
By St Helene mother of Constantine
The Emperor of Rome
In the third and the fourth century
Just a few feet away from this
Place
of fortunes and
Reputations to be found
In the twentieth century
Yankees lookin' east and west
Before they cross the road
It's Hollywood democracy
It
making their way back home
The frost and the fire goes
East winds and winter snows
Sun upon the daffodils
Dancing on the verdant hills
Lambs in
of New York City
In the palm of his hand
Got one foot in the West
One foot in the East
Watch out for that monster
Cold corporate beast
Goliath,
At the turn of the century I did many things to protect myself
I did many things to protect myself
I made myself a needle-boy
And I hid him in
of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married
It’s a story from a far
From Java Minor
From the highlands in the far east
From the island of gold
Suvarnabhumi it was called
For centuries
Bloody century is upon thee
Revolution, war and disease
Earthquake, the cities falling
Catastrophe will kill the east
There will be fire
There
of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married
to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
fireflies
I've been hanging 'round Covent Garden for you for centuries
I've been waiting on Festival Pier for you, honey, for decades
I wake up in
arrived
A new sun rises in the east, a new dawn beyond the sullen night
A new age amongst the centuries, a new reign of power absolute
Rise now, bright sun in the east
Where golden rays will meet the sea
Boundless scenery emerge from the mist
Behold the wonders they reveal
Time-told
In Oxford,England in the 18th century
When diseases were abundant in the ill
You go down to ol' penrhys
And toss some clothing in the well
The well
[Pops]
Hey, hey old bean
And you to baby sweetness
Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio
And I didn't have to break in this time
I'm
Dawn lit the east with a red flame
Cities are fouled with blood
Empire crashing in ruins
Dragging the king through the mud
With his cold dead eyes
never seen
Five hundred years later
Most black people in the diaspora have only dreamt of the waters of the east
Smaller than the ones that brought us
and thinking
'Bout all the centuries it's known
I got a feeling, someone's near
Listening to the east wind moan
You know there's no one here
But I just don't
to niggas like you to show em' light in the darkness
Told my momma that I found a lady in the East
Cancun when I got signed, they upgraded the suite
Don
?Can't you see??
Somewhere deep in no man's land
The man has lost a key
I open up into this mystery
I have seen
I have seen
I have seen
There's centuries
he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names
Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a
Small coffee shop in SoHo he still pussy
He sell his dust up on the Lower East
the coppers
Nine in my lap, a fo'fo' when I ride
Still bedin' corners, bout to hit the East side
Straight who-ridin', Bonnie & Clyde 'n
All the way live
of the South
A red blooded rebel in a dance with the Devil
At the end of needle, hell bent on taking him down
So he hopped a Greyhound, n headed east
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