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high mileage
If you ain't talking money
You ain't speaking my language
And all this shit that I got going on
How do I manage?
Head to toe I put you in

my firm belief
That the only thing we have to fear
Is fear it'self nameless
Unreasoning, unjustified terror
Which paralyzes needed efforts to
Convert

I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you

My Personal Revenge

Jackson Browne

World in Motion

1989

(english translation by jorge calderon)

My personal revenge will be the right
Of our children in the schools and in the gardens
My personal revenge

We could fly to Paris, on a Tuesday
Be Butchering the language, by the Louvre
Aggressive instagramming, Sipping champagne
Yeah we could live it

13 locked in my room
Laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
Drowning in the sounds of Sonic Youth
Hypnotized by the blades of my ceiling fan
And in

Maria Teresa Teresa Maria

Laurie Anderson

The Ugly One with the Jewels and Other Stories

Last spring, I spent a week in a convent in the Midwest. I'd been invited there to do a series of seminars on language. They'd gotten my name from

translations, but you're timeless
I speak your language
Where's my love, can you find it
Where's my love can you find it
Yeah I'm riding through the city through

a different language
And they be coming for me, hit me with the stainless
Know I got to keep an eye open for the fake shit
And I don't want nobody I'm just

saddle with some heat
Your language isn't love, I spit that out like a disease
Daddy ain't been doing good in my mind, I just preach
I feel it in my chest,

some time
Ain't no conversation
All I know is by your body language

Se você quer, então toma
Chega mais e soma (yeah)
Sente o meu aroma
Vem que

quiero un baile, ey, ey (solo quiero un baile)
Prende
Olvídate de la gente (olvídate de la gente)
Excuse my language, I'm friendly (I'm friendly)
But

I Am The City

ABBA

Gold: Greatest Hits [DVD & 2 CDs]

1993

am, my arms are open wide

Somewhere in the middle of the never-ending noise
There is a pulse, a steady rhythm of a heart that beats
And a million

That's the shit that we ain't on
These niggas talking that lame shit
It's the same shit different font
If you ain't talking my language hit the lane switch

Joanlee - ”H.I.D.I.”

Written by: Joanlee

VERSE 1: 
I see a bigger picture for a particular lifestyle
Things coming together and adding up like my

I think Cupid shot me up, uh

I was tryna be on top
But she wanna be on bud
That's the language I be speaking
But with you I'm sharing none

I ain't

Desperanto

Marianne Faithfull

Before the Poison

2005

Desperanto spoken here,
Today I hear it everywhere,
It is the language of Despair
It's in your nails and It's in your hair
It's in your mouth

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

So many foreign got me speaking different language
Whole south side out nigga who banging
New choker on but the chain still swinging
Walk up in

know
Pulling down your panties while your thighs up by my earlobe
Run in that like Marshawn Lynch
Girl, you know what I'm here for
Rap off beat, but when

Got these big bands on me I multiply
She keep callin' I think it's Caroline
She said pick me up quarter past nine
If she ain't speaking my language I

my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it

I'm chillin with this bad bitch she speak my language
Was reeling from the last bitch that shit was tragic
Sweet talk to her my cabin hit it off over

My focus on you I’m mesmerized by those eyes
I want all of you I know that time will show why
You feel so far away but somehow I see your light
Don’t