Lyrics:
past constellations and the stars
Place your soul upon the pyre, prepare to be reborn
Into woven wilds, we ride across the mountains once again
Between
and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues- blues, blues,
don't you knock me
You be wild
With your friends acting funny
So I'm out
Watch me leave don't you call me
I'm good one but I bite back
Talk nice or give
26 years around the sun
Still not even close to where
I thought I'd be by now
Couldn't wait to leave my parents' house
If I knew what I know today
I
raise
sometimes the young is slain
To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies
brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
future
get loose
Yo, break it down now
Ah yeah
Ha-ha
[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]
Let's get it started, get the crowd movin
Wild and loose, it keeps the ladies
crowded,
Got you outside, looked in your eyes and knew you wasn't bout it,
So uh...
[Chorus (All):]
Don't talk about it, if you bout it, be bout it,
On and on those years go by
But I still see you when I close my eyes In the desert sun down on one knee With a Turquoise ring
On a crowded freeway in the traffic
breathe in this crowded train
Surrounded by strangers wherever I go
None of them I will ever know
Even my house is not my home
I have never felt so alone
with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And ain't shit
Rollin'
Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned out town
I never played by the rules and I never really
Rollin'
Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned out town
I never played by the rules and I never really
louder
The light is there to be seen your dreamin' no you've gotta
Stop. Everybody get wild
We've travelled so far to explore the mysteries
mattered in her life
All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife
She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house
The mountain
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
She was born in a backwater bay
South of New Orlean
Her daddy was a bootleggin' roustabout
By no means a man of means
She grew up quick and she grew
down on his box, Jack boldy declared,
"Let there be house!" and house music was born.
I am, you see,
I am the creator, and this is my house!
And, in
the world created by Bobby C
Won't you come join me, the land of the free
That could just be we
I just went and built a team
Only Sundays when we on the scene
Slouches towards Northeast to be born
The Quickening
From podiums, madmen heap scorn
Wild-eyed bickering
The best lack all conviction
The worst claim: "it
under a spell
Gonna stay inside my house
Cause I'm not going out tonight
You can't break me out of my shell
But you can break me by not caring
I'd rather
Of the house I was born in
There's but a stone on the stone
And now all 'round the garden
Wild thistles have grown
And gone are the neighbours that I once knew
guided by our hearts
We are the wild ones
Even if we fall apart
We are the Wild Ones
We may not have the words to say
We are the wild ones
But we’ll find
a brother in the back for crack 'cause no one cares, see
I'm not 18 so I can be wild
Cause in the courts eyes I'm still a juvenile
A Reel Life product, it's
down on his box
Jack boldly declared: ""let there be house!"" and house music was born
house
""let there be house""
house
and this is my house
and in
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