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Slow Bus Movin' (Howard Beach Party)

Fishbone

Tapeheads

1988

Stricken with determination to rise above a slave
The mayo men used firehoses
To spray the monkeys back in their cages
To spray the monkeys back in their cages

Round and around and around they go
The bus is goin' mighty slow
Brothers in the back seat
Caucs in the front
People gettin' hostile when I kill someone

Well the overlords thought it would be a good idea
To mix the black with the white
But if you're a fly in the buttermilk
They'll chase you all through the night
So go ahead and burn your cross and rape our women in the night
cause the day will come when your cream coated daughter is gonna be my wife

Like they said in the days of old
One day your faces will grow mold
For the judgment is close at hand
When the water will take back the land

From the tallest of the tall
To the pick-axe on the wall
When every bit of soul is canned
The water will take back the land

There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes
Where the alcohol is starting to rise
And a firehose on a marching band
When the water will take back the land
Your table wheel blew into the smoke
Where gravity certainly awoke
There won't be no-one left you can stand
When the water will take back the land

The graveyard is starting to fry
And the moonshiners taking to the sky
There's a stone turn into sand
Where there water will take back the land

Firehose in your ear
Blowtorch in your face
We live behind a kingdom of disgrace

Whatever happened to being transmuted?

Alone and pointless by her mouldering self
She stares at the tin of sardines on the shelf
By a paraffin lamp in a dingy brown room
Gran sits and broods in the thickening gloom
It's a gloom that congeals; it's so greasy and thick
You could cut into strips and roast on a stick
And hand round to friends but there's nobody there
Just Gran, on her own, in a miserable chair

So don't point it at me
Point it at Gran
She needs it more than I do
And more than Princess Anne
When Princess Anne's eighty-two
And living in a one room flat in Hackney
Maybe she could do with a bit as well

Don't point it at me
Don't point it at yourself
Just point it at Gran
And the sardines on the shelf
Don't point it at me
I've had more than enough
Just point it at Gran
She could do with plenty of stuff

Don't point it at me
Point it at Gran
Well, it could be a firehose
Or it could be a flan
Now some people are happy
And some people are bored
And some people are left
And completely ignored

So why should your life end on a dismal note?

For the Singer of R.E.M.

fIREHOSE

If'n

1987

Here's a version of tradition you can put in your drawer
In the desk where next to your chair's the handle to your door
Dismantle the door handle, put the parts into your desk drawer
Say some words then make a sign, now open up the drawer:
The drawer can't tell you more
Than to deal with the door

Now you object to objects actually meaning more
Than some pathetic, lame aesthetic stolling rone is famous for
Push the drawer closed, grab a firehose, point it at the door
Get it all wet, remember, forget what rock & roll is for
The drawer can't tell you more
Than to deal with the door

Now you're fishing for a mission way beyond the door
First you dream, next you're scheming, searching through your drawer
For an oar for your trip bound for yet uncharted shores
Over-reaching, find me spieling, cataloging doors
The door's a symbol for
These objects in your drawer

The past is another planet
That we left behind
Little worlds that we blew up
That struggled to survive
Your boys were left over on Mars
Your girlfriend's back on Venus
Father-Sun and Mother-Moon
Never enter into the same room
Once you've buried both your siblings
Under stacks of burning tires
And the greenhouse suffocates us all
The earth just spewing out fire
Like sunspots on our surface
Torch the tip of every tree
And the cannibals will have a feast
And we'll conjure up something
Oh, the world won't miss its good men
All those disenchanted dead-end streets
They're buried in community
Those tired and stretched-out beliefs
And we'll slip out down the fire exit
And we'll pour down
Either like waterfalls or volcanoes
On the innocent below us
You're spewing words like a firehose
Trying to put me out
And I'm sputtering
With half-extinguished coals inside my mouth
You're spewing words like a firehose
Trying to put me out
And I'm sputtering
With half-extinguished coals inside my mouth
The past is another planet
That we left behind
Little worlds that we blew up
That struggled to survive
Your boys were left over on Mars
Your girlfriend's back on Venus
Father-Sun and Mother-Moon
Never enter into the same room
Once you've buried both your siblings
Under stacks of burning tires
And the greenhouse suffocates us all
The earth just spewing out fire
Like sunspots on our surface
Torch the tip of every tree
And the cannibals will have a feast
And we'll conjure up something
Oh, the world won't miss its good men
All those disenchanted dead-end streets
They're buried in community
Those tired and stretched-out beliefs
And we'll slip out down the fire exit
And we'll pour down
Either like waterfalls or volcanoes
On the innocent below us
You're spewing words like a firehose
Trying to put me out
And I'm sputtering
With half-extinguished coals inside my mouth
You're spewing words like a firehose
Trying to put me out
And I'm sputtering
With half-extinguished coals inside my mouth

Leave me alone I'm upset as fuck
I think I'm feeling stuck no such thing as luck
Mad at the world I can't control it
Minor inconvenience can't hold it
Stop talking right now
Sick of your shit
Watch how you speak to me hit you in the lip
Broke down again go get the toolkit
Running on fumes but I can't quit

Call 911 tell em bring the firehose I'm burning now
I'm breaking down I'm stressing out I'm going down just hear me out
I'm overthinking confidence shrinking yeah I'm freaking out
I'm sad I'm feeling crazy I'm upset now

Hell on wheels walk through feel my attitude
Trying my best not to be rude
Coming unglued need to find some gratitude
Burning up my attitude will melt you
Bullet I can't bite it
Now I'm feeling slighted
Upset I was not invited
Felt a spark now I'm ignited
Got a feeling I can't fight it
Heart on my sleeve can't hide it

Call 911 tell em bring the firehose I'm burning now
I'm breaking down I'm stressing out I'm going down just hear me out
I'm overthinking confidence shrinking yeah I'm freaking out
I'm sad I'm feeling crazy I'm upset now

I know you can't pull me out
I'm sour like some kraut
Just hear me out
Attitude what's that about
I just wanna shout
It's outta my control
I've dug myself a hole
Get the ball and roll
On my sleeve I wear my soul
It's ok to be mad I'm still in control
Control

Call 911 tell em bring the firehose I'm burning now
I'm breaking down I'm stressing out I'm going down just hear me out
I'm overthinking confidence shrinking yeah I'm freaking out
I'm sad I'm feeling crazy I'm upset now

I'm not as pink as you might think
Fire Fire
you might need a firehose?


have fire
have travelled
have fire, it goes higher
have fire
I have travelled
I'm on fire
one look from you, put me out!

Somethins not right 
Somethin smells like fire 
Someone told a lie 
One of us a liar 

Somethins not right 
Baby ur a liar 
Told a little lie 
cnd daddy got fired   

I was talking to a friend 
Hadn't spoken in a while  
Said she couldn't believe it 
Tht my life has been wild I guess 
It's hard to really see it that way 
It's funny 
I'm fine tho 

Firehose (x8)

I got
I got freak ho on my line hoe
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a fuck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose
We hide the body ain't no way they gon' find him bro
All these drugs got me feeling like I'm dying hoe
Hit a nigga we might leave him on some bang
Blue shirt with a red chain
She gon' leave a nigga cuz he a lame
Rocking all black Bruce Wayne
I face all these bands feel like Bruce -shhh (Bruce)
All these bands look like blues clues (blues Clues)
Pourin red had to take a blue too
Mixing greygoose in my lean yeah I do
Freak ho on my line hoe
With a hoe I'm on lines though
Freak hoe on my line free my slatt he on lines though
Pushin in these pants I ain't gon' lie on bro
Yeah I flex my bands like why is you cryin' hoe
Rockin Helmut Lang yeah that shit it cost a fine hoe
I'm on all these pills, bitch I ain't fine though
Jugg a fuck nigga, ask my slime "what you find bro"
Take you out (huh) you a fine hoe
Birkenstock shoes huh yeah, yeah you mine hoe
I drift the curb with the scat, we might fly hoe
MP5 burst hit his like a firehose

In these moments where I believe
Tryna' link cool that's fine with me
Put up early, take all the time you need
Make you Yale like the Ivy League
Girl I do this
They got nothing on you thought you knew this
Visions of you up in my bed
Nothing on you that's a nudist

Has a button you go both ways
'Least you different other hoes ain't
You could model runway all them hoes plain
When you shining they gon' throw shade
Wit' you I ain't playin' no games
Turn your extras into no names
She like "fuck a piece I
Want the whole thing"
So i firehose my old flames

High all I ever want to do is take you up
Come through and lay it down and lace you up
I don't mind I don't mind
You don't say too much
I don't mind I don't mind
You don't say too much

My my if these four walls could talk
The things said would be endless
Spark three things, a blunt
Convo then her interest
I feel a way oh I dare say I've been tempted
Hand got her feeling got
Me feeling I'm addicted
I didn't say I've been tempted
Hand got her feeling got
Me feeling I'm addicted

Has a button you go both ways
'Least you different other hoes ain't
You could model runway all them hoes plain
When you shining they gon' throw shade
Wit' you I ain't playin' no games
Turn your ex's into no names
She like "fuck a piece I
Want the whole thing"
So i firehose my old flames

High all I ever want to do is take you up
Come through and lay it down and lace you up
I don't mind I don't mind
You don't say too much
I don't mind I don't mind
You don't say too much

Let me tell you about a painting
On a wall
It's a painting of a fearless man
With a firehose in his hands
Fire below him where he stands
He's the guardian of this land

Let me tell you about a picture
That I saw
It's a picture of a tired man
Rescued baby in his hands
Pain and death he cannot stand
Loyalty is his wedding band

Let me tell you about a story
That I read
It's a story about a hero who is dead
Left a marriage burned in half
Lived on wages that would
make you laugh
Listen people to his epitaph

He's a firefighter
A do-righter
And he gave his life for you and me.

Vroom vroom vroom
Vroom vroom vroom
Vroom vroom vroom
On the way
Someone needs our help and we’ll be
with them super fast

Wa-oh, wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh wa-oh
On the way
Find the fire and put it out
with a water blast

Careful, it is bleeding
Bandages stop the flow
Don’t be frightened
Take you to the hospital
Super Team, let’s go

Careful, it is burning
Stay out of the way
Stay away
Out it goes, the big firehose
Aim the fire spray spray spray

Safety matters to us all
Please remember who to call
If there’s fire you’ll be fine
Just remember who to call

Sick or injured, now you know
Just remember who to call

Fire Engine, Fire Engine
Ambulance, Ambulance
Super Car Team
We’ll be there for you

Yeah

Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from
Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from
Where I'm from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from
You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
And dig some sounds boomin' out a jeep 
Where I'm from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof
You want some beef, they will cut you some
Where I'm form, the beats is infinite where I'm from
Voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I'm from
I'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary
It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from
The firehoses blow, it's purple wind and snow
I do a hit and go, split
It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm
'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms 
The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts
My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work
On vibes, we freak, them universal beats 
You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week
We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit
The lip we sit can house the nine zips
For rock we can't do nothin', for this we come equipped
Off disc, off tape, rap blastin' til from eight
The really truly fat, the fly on the flip
Cocoa gotta know, how Planets, gotta roll
Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal
It's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks
That acts from the funk but don't play the role
Where you from?

Where I'm From

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

Yeah

Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from
Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from
Where I'm from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin' Clarks where I'm from
You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat
And dig some sounds boomin' out a jeep 
Where I'm from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof
You want some beef, they will cut you some
Where I'm from, the beats is infinite where I'm from
Voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I'm from
I'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary
It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from
The firehoses blow, it's purple wind and snow
I do a hit and go, split
It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm
'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms 
The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts
My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work
On vibes, we freak, them universal beats 
You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week
We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits
Up here funk is our neighbor so we paid her a visit
The lip we sit can house the nine zips
For rock we can't do nothin', for this we come equipped
Off disc, off tape, rap blastin' two from eight
The really truly fat, the fly on the flip
Cocoa gotta know, how Planets, gotta roll
Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal
It's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks
That acts from the funk but don't play the role
Where you from?

Digital footprints
Permanently carved in the sand
An endless firehose of spectacles
In the palm of your hand
The future's been cancelled
The past only implied
Authenticity in cyberspace
A plastic world outside
Simulate the unreal
Dissociate what you feel
Generate a new zeal for the past
Reify the facade
Commodify who you are
Truth dies when lies are taken for fact
Shadows projected by candlelight
On the wall of a cave
Illusion and reality
Create the same brainwaves
Observe the procession of simulacra
Life imitates art
What actually matters but is hard to find
Is what comes from the heart
Simulate the unreal
Dissociate what you feel
Generate a new zeal for the past
Reify the facade
Commodify who you are
Truth dies when lies are taken for fact
Simulate the unreal
Dissociate what you feel
Generate a new zeal for the past
Reify the facade
Commodify who you are
Truth dies when lies are taken for fact

Once you hit the big three oh you're gonna need a firehose
Better keep it safe and close
Cuz when some hottey wants to take of her clothes
Oh wow please control the fire from a 30 year old
You thought you've seen it all
This is ain't your final call
Now that we have all the tools
Let's break all the rules
Everyone knows a man really gets thirsty
When he hits the dirty thirty

Dirty thirty

No more allowance from mom and dad
No more holding up my hand
No more sitting in the back of the class
Yelling teachers cause I'm failing all my exams
I want this to be over fast
The times of dread are long gone
Adrenaline is such a turn on
Drop the curtains and open the cage
Unleash the beast an let it rage

Dirty thirty

In the end
It's the live
That counts in all
The years you've lived
You get it once
So do it right
Buckle up
Enjoy the ride

Dirty thirty

We fly so high
Follow a face in the sky
With such a gorgeous smile
(Yeah)

Don't want to die
Do it with style
Do it with style
Like a firehose of love
Like a hurricane of doves, yeah

(Woohoo!)
(A-aa-a-ah)

Do you wanna make up for the wasted time?

We fly so high
Follow a face in the sky
With such a gorgeous smile
(Yeah)

Don't want to die
Do it with style
Do it with style
Like a firehose of love
Like a hurricane of doves, yeah

(Woohoo!)
(A-aa-a-ah)

Do you wanna make up for the wasted time?

Doggy done barked, ow ow ow ow
Doggy done barked, ow ow ow ow
Feel them flames a-licking at my toes
Got me hoppin’ like a crazy flea
I could sure use me a fire-hose
That woman lit the fire in me
Oh oh Bedlam woman
Oh oh won’t you marry me?
Doggy done barked, ow ow ow ow...

Sippin' on a firehose
I'm drowning on the daily
Suddenly I rose
Standing up so bravely
New information but the true situation's kinda grey

Spit out that water
What you gonna say?

There's nothing to tell you
But you can read between the lines
If there's not something to sell you
Then it means it's closing time

It's that Icarus thing
Wings of desire
Check your engine
Maybe kick the tyres
There's a place that you can go
Down by the fire-hose 
And I'll just let you know when the room's on fire
Higher and higher

There's nothing to tell you 
But you can read between the lines
If there's not something to sell you
Then it means it's closing time
And if I could compel you 
Just to leave beneath the lights
And if you can't find the exit
You can see, they're green, the signs

Well they cut the grass
On the path to the pearly gates
And it was just a pass 
To lock the door and raise the rates
We're just too late"

Bitch
Sakz
Gang
Walked in the party with my nine like im rondo
Nigga claim he rich he get hit in his condo
Nigga I don't know you you a ghost like you John Doe
Slidin in this whip you get hit out this tahoe
Hit em with these sticks leave his ass with some big holes
Bitch we sakszfifth we just chillin with these thick hoes
Bitch spray yo block leave you wet like a firehose
Bitch I like em skinny with a smile and some fine toes
We just take yo bitch and make a movie like the bang bros
We just spent the whip burnt the car and had to change clothes
He said that he rich gave em sauce had to put em on
Damn had to put em on
Bitch my phone punching had a knot up on my face
You a think i had some snakes around this metal on my waist
And These niggas tried to catch up but you I kept the pace
You a think that they saw tay K cuz they did the race
Ralo steady whippin nigga he a whippin up no cake
Like im ralo spittin I got some new blues yesterday
Nigga stressin bout a bitch get off yo ass and get some pay
All my family eighty-four im in the field but I don't bang
Nigga said he had gun we took that shit away
Took a trip to cali bitch and came back inna day
Nigga you a bitch I see the pussy In yo face
I aint gone be done till my momma in a rafe
Nigga know I'm flashing out we took the whip and got away
Buddy looking like some new weave cuz the way that he got slayed
Bitch we got real chicken we a up it in yo face
Hit em with these chops
Ahh fuck
Hit em with these chopsticks and it blew his breath away
Yo bitch playing in my hair she say I'm handsome and I'm paid
Beating on my chest cause imma beast up inna cage
Shorty trynna fuck im trynna hit her pua
The way these loans smack might hit a mili inna day
Walked in the party with my nine like im rondo
Nigga claim he rich he get hit in his condo
Nigga I don't know you you a ghost like you John Doe
Slidin in this whip you get hit out this tahoe
Hit em with these sticks leave his ass with some big holes
Bitch we sakszfifth we just chillin with these thick hoes
Bitch spray yo block leave you wet like a firehose
Bitch I like em skinny with a smile and some fine toes
We just take yo bitch and make a movie like the bang bros
We just spent the whip burnt the car and had to change clothes
He said that he rich gave em sauce had to put em on
Damn had to put em on

I speak of thoughts that cross my mind
The world is chaos, unconfined
She moves around, and round she goes
Like flames around a firehose

I never thought that I could sleep
cmong firm flocks of sheepish sheep
cnd yet i'd join the sick poor souls
To wake and watch the world go whole

Medicine . . . medecine

What do I want in these sickbays primed
With monitored medals?