Earl of Mining - Alicia Jones

Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl As I walk through this world Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl And you, you are my girl And no one can hurt you, oh, no Yes, I, oh, I'm gonna love you, oh, oh Come on, let me hold you, darlin' 'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And when I hold you You'll be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl We'll walk through my Dukedom And a paradise we will share Yes, I, oh, I'm gonna love you, oh, oh Nothing can stop me now 'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Yes, I, oh, I'm gonna love you, oh, oh Nothing can stop me now 'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl...

The sun had been up for a couple of hours It covered the ground with a layer of gold Spirits were high and the raining had stopped The larder was low, but boy that wasn't all Eleventh Earl of Mar Couldn't get them very far Daddy! Oh Daddy, you promised Out on the road in the direction of Perth Backwards and forwards in a circle they went Found a city half open and ready to greet The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet Eleventh Earl of Mar Somehow got them all this far Daddy! You promised, you promised See the Stewart all dressed up He's got eyes in the back of his head Who came in a cockleshell boat That could only just float Couldn't even lift a sword Dressed too fine and smelling of wine Daddy you've got to do Here comes the bishop all dressed up He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay One wave of his funny old stick There's a band of light across your eyes Waited a week still they hadn't appeared That glorious timing that everyone feared So they're riding along on the crest of a wave They're headed for London, and that will be their grave Eleventh Earl of Mar Well he couldn't get them down that far Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting Time to go to bed now Never seems too keen To be a guest now In a house of dreams Flying from a hillside Beckoning the trees A sailboat's awning Mimicking the breeze I'm fighting gravity falling My Daddy won't let them get me A voice screams seems to be calling The face turns features are burning Daddy, you've got to do See the fifteen going by Tell the Lairs and the Lords They're running backwards today And once again you stand alone Bury your memories bury your friends Leave it alone for a year or two Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true Then do it again, some things never end Eleventh Earl of Mar Won't be going very far You promised, you promised, you promised DADDY

We are miners, hard rock miners To the shaft house we must go Oil bottles on our shoulders We are marching to the sloe On the line boys, on the line boys Drill your holes and stand in line 'Til the shift boss comes to tell you: you must drill her out on time Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs? It'll cut down a miner when he is still young Two years and the silicosis takes hold And I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold Yes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)