She knows it's silly for a heart to hold but she still do be believin in that rock & roll She sees the decades rolling down the walls As she stares up at the clock above the cubicle You got to struggle, you got to fight You got to party as if you got the right You got to bruise, you got to bleed You got to believe in the air you breathe You got to believe in the air you breathe Oooh, woo Dance your drama and play your funky records for me, Music Mamma Oooh, woo Sing it louder and play your funky records for me, Music Mamma It's not a pose held in a magazine It's not the sanctioned way to be obscene It's not your name it lights or etched in gloss It's not a hero hanging on the cross It's the blood pumping through your veins It's the wind from a hurricane It's the many, it's the one It's the earth spinning around the sun It's the earth spinning around the sun Oooh, woo Dance your drama and play your funky records for me, Music Mamma Oooh, woo Sing it louder and play your funky records for me, Music Mamma

I think it's wrong to kick kittens in the head even if thy don't die died All I hope is that you hear what I said and maybe on the side a little bread Listen for the message not just when the beat drops Maybe you can play this to jump off your workshops I'm dropping knowledge like a sophomore in college I'mma be in a mural next to Christopehr Wallace But the subject tho, save the calicoes How you got beef when the frolic in chrysanthemums? Let's make a practicum and read it back to them I be the champimum Here go the anthemum I think it's wrong to kick kittens in the head even if thy don't die died All I hope is that you hear what I said and maybe on the side a little bread It's really hard to open up your heart Open yourself to ridicule and come home in parts this vulnerability, it kinda stress me You gotta admit tho, it's kinda sexy And my style is safer than going inside the soul of somebody whose soul has died All I really want is for y'all to feel this example of commodified responsible privilege Nobody's perfect. Look at me I'm allegeric, but it's still worth it Of this I'm certain. Let's put the work in, Kittens is hurtin. Who is this person guest-starring on Tom And Jerry like they Adam Vinatieri playing for Superbowl confetti, get ready top 40 cause I'm ready to go, ready to show Step back, I'm ready to blow Check the Hot Seekers, but you already know Using my flow to say what you should already know Using my flow to say what you should already know Using my flow to say what you should already know I think it's wrong to kick kittens in the head even if thy don't die died All I hope is that you hear what I said and maybe on the side a little bread

Night went dark, the sheets went cold I hope she's coming home The wind blows strong, my heart got old I hope she's coming home I know what it is to be alone I sure do wish that she is coming home The rooms got quiet, the bread went mold I hope she's coming home The air went stale, the couch got sold I hope she's coming home I know what it is to be alone I sure do hope that she is coming home The cabinets bare , the plants won't grow I know what it is to be alone I sure do hope that she is coming home Just my two hands to hold I hope she's coming home I know what it is to be alone I sure do wish that she is coming home

Port Royal When I was 12 I had a mind to give up fishin’ then I tried it one more time Ever since that day I always get somethin’ on my line Sometimes it’s a black drum Sometimes it’s a trout Sometimes I clean ‘em up and grill ‘em Sometimes I throw ‘em back out Now the days ain’t always plenty One day, just a few bites Next day, all-day reelin’ so it turn out alright I row out on my rickety boat With my rod and my oar I steer clear of the jet skis and the speed boats They kinda trouble the water Port Royal, I’m comin’ thru Got my momma tackle box and some Piedmont blues Every year I reserves a room Momma was a quiet woman Daddy was a quiet man Momma say the world weren’t built for quiet people but get along the best you can One day, Daddy picked up his guitar case Kinda left us alone I hear tell a police put him in silence before the day of camera phones Last night, I had a dream We was all together one more time They picked me up and hugged me close Lord, I felt so fine We packed and went for Port Royal Just like we did back then When we pulled up there was nothin’ there and I woke up away from them Port Royal, I’m comin’ through I can just hear the water lappin’ I can smell the dew Oh, have you ever seen a sky so blue? I work in meat delivery They cuts and stacks ‘em in my truck I drives all over the cities and all over the counties To where your meat gets cooked Well, it’s me and three other drivers Hank and Remy, that’s a poison pair Ronnie, he can be alright when the other two ain’t there They laugh at my soft voice They laugh at my music and my weight If I just sit and don’t do nothin’ they’d still laugh anyway I know they got somthin’ be achin’ at ‘em Somethin’ deep down inside One time they got to laughin’ so bad I sits down in my truck and cry Port Royal, I’m comin’ through For some golden sunsets and solitude and the wind whisper a peaceful tune Well, dark was the night and pretty cold for summer I was gettin close, but gettin tired I pulled into Nazareth Motel They give me keys on a twisted wire The sky start to open up I’m splashin’ over to room one-ten Near the door’s a lady talking ‘bout a good time I say “You’d better come on in” [Song form and tempo changes. Similar enough to Little Liza Jane] [A] She weren’t no Madonna, but a little bit whore (And her name was Peaches) Had a little jones and she need a little more (And her name was Peaches) Lightning stuck and the thunder behind (And her name was Peaches) Said, “Mister, how you wanna spend the time?” [B]And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches [A] She put her shirt back on and I picked up mine (And her name was Peaches) She found a half-cigarette by the window blinds (And her name was Peaches) TV talkin’ up a tropical storm (And her name was Peaches) She stuck the money in her bra and head for the door I said, “Stay with me. I’m paradise bound. “You’ll feel much better when you look around. “We could take long walks all along the shore.” She said, “Funny how you think my story’s yours” [B]And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches [C] “Well just stick with me ’til the storm is gone “Maybe share a warm bed til the night moves on.” She said “Mister, I never been the warmin kind “And I ain’t afraid of no storm when it’s stormin’ time “I can climb back in and lay just fine. “Then you’ll fall asleep and I’ll rob you blind.” [B]And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches She said “I might be a wolf, but I’ve been the sheep. (And her name was Peaches) “Look at how they play us cheap. (And her name was Peaches) “Don’t like the life, you don’t gotta live it. (And her name was Peaches) “Plenty people out there take what they’re given” (And her name was Peaches) I said “I hear you talking, but I see them marks. (And her name was Peaches) “My daddy had the same kinda look to his arms. (And her name was Peaches) “Let me help. Let me show I care.” (And her name was Peaches) She laughed like Remy as the smoke filled the air. (And her name was Peaches) [B]And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches And her name was and her name was and her name was Peaches [Tempo slows again. Main song form returns.] I look and it’s 4am Nobody layin’ on her side Out the window the rain is gone but the ground sure ain’t dry I can’t find my watch I guess I knew the deal All my cash is gone ‘cept a twenty-dollar bill Port Royal, I’m comin through Might as well head out and rest in you as the sky turns a purple-blue Now the road is getting windy Shoulda grabbed a coffee at the place My eyes is a little heavy All the sudden I mash on my brakes There’s a pool in the middle of the road Three deer lappin a drink Two of ‘em dance away I hear a thump and a plink My heart is poundin’ hard He can’t stand up straight, hollerin’ low and strange and lookin me dead in my face Soon the flashing lights pull up He say, “Sir, you alright?” Then he walk up to the thing Put one right between the eyes An’ I’m cryin’ An’ I’m cryin’ An’ I’m cryin’ An’ I’m cryin' I pull out another Small Mouth Mama casts her line Breeze is just enough to cool ya The day is much too fine Mama was just a-hummin and grinnin from ear to ear “Mama, I don’t know how you made it down, but I’m so glad you’re here.” “Well, my heart’s so heavy me and the world bout weight the same.” She said, “Baby, just wake up in the morning and stretch it out to the end of the day.” Then she said, “See that old island. “I wonder can you get us ashore.” I look over and seen a pony of which I’ve spoken before. The closer we got The louder she hummed with glee She say the place is so beautiful she might not ever leave. She spring out the boat and jump on the pony’s back and race down a ways Shoutin’ “Now you just keep up with that.” PRIVATE ISLAND. NO TRESPASSING it say on a big ole sign. but the other side is blank so we stay on that other side She rides to some wild white flowers and hands one over to me And she lookin so free like I always prayed she’d be Port Royal, hear the trees Magnolias and pines Singing whispers to me The ocean’s calm and the sky is pleased Fit the last one in the cooler A little too much to freeze Maybe Ronnie’ll take some Maybe the neighbors down the street I gets in the truck kinda hope it don’t start I close my eyes and feel the island callin me back to its heart The engine growls and I’m ridin The dock is shrinkin’ in my mirror The wind blows from blue to grey Trees start whippin in a terror Ducks is flappin in a hurry Now rain, then the hail I pull over and run to a store with a sign says CANVAS SALE I stare out the window with the cashier Nevermind her name Her lip ring drops as her eyes get wide and says “Man, that’s a shitload of rain.” It’s flowin past us like a river and running down into the sea We watch the dock disappear til the land can’t even be seen. Our shoes start to splashin Brushes and things start floatin by Can’t stay where we at So we give the ole boat a try Save a bunch of folk all day Some bought houses on the shore People now thankin and cryin and huggin on her who hadn’t said not word 1 before Here we are in the paper Here we are on the news Here we are in the candlelight listenin to Piedmont blues Yeah, the dolphins get jumpin early, mostly gray with the underbelly white The sun rises through the island I tries to get it just right She paints golden landscapes She give me lessons for free Now do the world need all these paintings? I don’t know, but somethin needs me Port Royal, rest my head in a little apartment on a happy bed We’ll be here when it storms again.