The Iceman Comes
The iceman comes
Someone is out there
Theyll wait and wont make mistakes
The iceman comes
My head runs empty
Oh Ive got the fear
The iceman comes for me.
The iceman comes
Blow dust off your stories
I could give in
The iceman comes
Ill send, youll take
Is this such dark business?
The iceman comes for me.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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When Youre Near Me I Have Difficulty
When youre near me I have difficulty respirating
When youre near me I have difficulty concentrating
When youre near me I have difficulty standing upright
When youre near me I have difficulty sleeping at night
I used to stand proud like a sphinx
In a noble immovable state
Then your heart nailed me under a jinx
Now Im feeling like a jellyfish
Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish
And its great, great, so great
I used to stand high like a pine
Just a piece of emotionless wood
When you put your body near mine
Now Im feeling like a jellyfish
And its good, good, so good
I used to be an iceman
Living in iceman town
So Im warning all you cool cool icemen
Youd better be prepared to be melted right down
Down
When youre near me I have difficulty
song performed by by Xtc
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The Wrath
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Vocals: deedee harris
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Bass: mike daane
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here it is a dope hit.
Iceman comin with the dope hit.
Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit,
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum.
Now Im gonna blast them in the head,
Till theyre dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but Im no gimp,
On the strength cuz I know how to pimp it.
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinkin in my quicksand,
Vanilla ice vocal hit man.
Got the number 3 in my crosses sittin on the rooftoop,
Pop-pop-pop,
Pop goes the weasel was a bag fa-flop-flop.
The brothers didnt like your record,
Cuz it wasnt hip-hop=hop,
But this aint a dis, cuz you sold gold.
Still a made a killin
Cuz it aint even a tenth of eleven million.
Givin my rhyme spice, while my djs on the slice,
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of
The iceman.
Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man
Im the ice, the iceman but Im no superhero,
So baby just cut that zero.
Im gettin tired of those punks gettin jealous,
Trying to say that I might be another elvis.
Forget that Im vanilla, the funky rhyme killa,
The dope song deala, ready to pilla cap of a wack mc
Theres no wack in me, and big dollars is all Im stackin g
So give a boost to the volume.
I got the funky-funky sounds to make the cars boom,
So step back and give me room, as I consume the others
The iceman is bringin doom to the suckers
Yes, for the lovers of hip-hop.
And for my foes they get popped, you shouldnt step to the man
When Im swingin like tyson.
Yo, punk this is the wrath of the iceman.
Now Im on everybodys hit list, so there gonna get dissed,
Now there on my hit list.
Its like that cause Im the mizzak I carry my striszap,
To bust a kizap, dont try to jizak me, cuz my life is
Like hectic, when I made a record, now Im gettin
Hounded every second, see Im like the one.
They love to hate, so I made this album much harder
To set the stupid critics straight,
And Im still droppin bombs, you know the rap world,
A battle field in vietnam, and Im creepin like a sniper.
Takin out the suckers with an album that is
Funkier and hyper, the type of street stuff
I like listenin to, funky bass and breaks to make your
Speakers shake, earthquake breaks the richter scale
Check out the aftermath.
Yo, this the wrath of the iceman.
Ice, ice, man...the wrath of the ice man
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Blue Ice
Blue ice,
The iceman cometh.
Sweeping blues from the skies,
Pouring, pound, to plummet.
Deep down the center of the earth,
Creation, Rebirth
The Iceman
James Franco, Chris Evans, Robert Davi, Winona Ryder, Michael Shannon, David Schwimmer, Ray Liotta, Stephen Dorff
from The Iceman (2012)
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Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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It's Cooking? [crossword VII]
A screw lost
From a machine gun
Which shoots inks
On a loner's bread
As lions give credit to
A magi of a tagline
At a toll
In Omaha
Top dosage was given
To a dope
Who dozed off
With the iceman's ax
And a chorale crooning
Pertaining to a doe swimming
Admist a coral
That has elm trees
Growing amongst it
With weasels
Making it their residence
As an angora goat
Reciting a poem
And playing yoyo simultaneously
At a gym
Built across a linkscape
So this is cooking?
poem by R.K. Cowles
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Those Sugarcoating Days
The last time I had the opportunity,
To sugarcoat anything...
I was a child making candied apples.
From a family recipe,
My West Indian mother, Edna, taught me.
With a dipping of the apples in the mix.
To then let them sit,
In the icebox.
And my sister Mimmie and I,
Were left to get impatient.
During those days when the iceman came,
With blocks of ice.
And the milk and soda was delivered to our door.
Leaving those sugarcoating days,
Not to exist for me any more.
With a wish for them to return..
I do not do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ain't Nothing You Can Do
(Deadric Malone, Joe Scott)
When you got a headache
An you try to soothe the pain
Go right back to sleep
And you'll feel all right again
When ya got a backache
Little rubbin' will see you through
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do
A man can't break a stone
So he tried another lick
Iceman can't break his ice, Lord
So he tries another pick
An electric lights go out
Candle light will see you through
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do
There ain't nothin' you can do
When you got a heartache
There ain't nothin' you can do
Hey!
[Instrumental
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Execution Day
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I cant even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin to rise
Ive heard it before n I know the truth from the lies
Chorus:
Is it any wonder heavens racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day
Execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Dont touch me now, wont let you crucify me
You aint no damn jury, you cant pass no sentence on me
(chorus)
Whose blood on whose hands, wheres the promises they preached for this land
Standin there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands
(whose blood, whose hands)
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin, I see the light, its breakin
Show me the way to set my soul free, I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Special
I am laid bare.
Yet you are there.
Your words
Scented roses everywhere.
Heal me.
Only you
Can remove the dart.
Your comfort
Picks the shards
From my broken dreams.
I feel your spirit
As goodness gleams.
You are my sunrise,
Sunset.
You flow through me
In silver streams.
Swapping deep regret
With caress.
My emptiness
You fill like gardenia.
With your prose,
And expose
All my emotion.
I need the lotion
Of your touch.
And twinkle of your eye.
That I look upon
In the night sky.
You play my heart
Like a drum.
You fired
This iceman, so numb
Into the lights.
Of astral delights.
Now you burn in me
With fever, so sweetly.
My eternal candle.
Dear friend
You win me completely.
I send
Every rhyme
That sprinkles onto my page.
That twinkled for an age.
To you.
Our souls touch
Special friend
They do.
poem by Kevin East
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Iceman
Sleepy town aint got the guts to budge
Baby, this emptiness has already been judged
I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got
Youre a strange part of me, youre a preachers girl
And I dont want no piece of this mechanical world
Got my arms open wide and my blood is runnin hot
Well take the midnight road right to the devils door
And even the white angels of eden with their flamin swords
Wont be able to stop us from hittin town in this dirty old ford
Well it dont take no nerve when you got nothin to guard
I got tombstones in my eyes and Im runnin real hard
My baby was a lover and the world just blew her away
Once they tried to steal my heart, beat it right outta my head
But baby they didnt know that I was born dead
I am the iceman, fightin for the right to live
I say better than the glory roads of heaven, better off ridin
Hellbound in the dirt, better than the bright lines of the freeway
Better than the shadows of your daddys church
Better than the waiting, baby better off is the search
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Iceman
Sleepy town aint got the guts to budge
Baby this emptiness has already been judged
I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got
Youre a strange part of me youre a preachers girl
And I dont want no piece of this mechanical world
Got my arms open wide and my blood is running hot
Well take the midnight road right to the devils door
And even the white angels of eden with their flaming swords
Wont be able to stop us from hitting town in this dirty old ford
Well it dont take no nerve when you got nothing to guard
I got tombstone in my eyes and Im running real hard
My baby was a lover and the world just blew her away
Once they tried to steal my heart, beat it right out of my head
Well baby they didnt know that I was born dead
I am the iceman, fighting for the right to live
I say better than the glory roads of heaven
Better off riding hell-bound in the dirt
Better than bright line of the freeway
Better than the shadows of your daddys church
Better than the hands of waiting (? )
Baby better off is the search
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Money Talks
(lead vocal - john miles)
Money dont grow on a money tree
The more you take the less for me
Money dont buy what you really need
It make an iceman cry, a stoneman bleed
But when you get right down to it, no matter who you are
It rules your life like a virgin queen
One day you might get over it, but in the meantime
It rules the world likea green machine
In the bank, in a box, money talks
In the black, on the rocks, money talks, money talks
Money dont lose in the money game
It drags you down like a ball and chain
So money dont come with a guarantee
It make a fool of you, it make a fool of me
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you say
It ties you down but it can set you free
Some day you might get over it, but in the meantime
It burns you up in the first degree
Moscow, bangkok, money talk
Park lane, boardwalk, money talk
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you try
You deal the cards, give the wheel a spin
One day you might get over it but everybody knows
Its heads you lose and its tails they win
Dont have too much to show for it, thats the way it goes
You roll the dice and they cash you in
Pinball, jukebox, money talks
Redskins, white sox, money talks
Billboard, cashbox, money talks
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Help
The Passionate Householder to his Love
Come, live with us and be our cook,
And we will all the whimsies brook
That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav
And all the dear domestics have.
And you shall sit upon the stoop
What time we go and cook the soup,
And you shall hear, both night and day,
Melodious pianolas play.
And we will make the beds, of course,
You'll have two autos and a horse,
A lady to Marcel your tresses,
And all the madame's half-worn dresses.
Your gowns shall be of lace and silk,
Your laving shall be done in milk.
Two trained physicians when you cough,
And Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays off.
When you are mashing Irish spuds
You'll wear the very finest duds.
If good to you these prospects look,
Come, live with us and be our cook.
On callers we have put no stops,
We love the iceman and the cops,
And no alarm clock with its ticks
And bell to ring at half-past six.
O Gretchen, Bridget, Hulda, Mary,
Come, be our genius culinary.
If good to you these prospects look,
Come, live with us and be our cook.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Ninja Rap
YO! it's the green machine--gonna rock the town without bein' seen
have you ever seen a turtle Get Down?--Slammin' Jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move--Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place--With the power of the ninja turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'--Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin:
chorus:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO
Lyrics, fill in the gap--Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what i mean--Give it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner--You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win, with a team of four--Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it's the:
chorus
Villians you better run and hide--Because one day you might not slide
Choose your weapon but don't slip--Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd the way it should be rocked--With the Miami drop that you like alot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in--You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong--Fightin' all the crooks until they're all cold gone
chorus
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Ninja Rap
YO! it's the green machine--gonna rock the town without bein' seen
have you ever seen a turtle Get Down?--Slammin' Jammin' to the new swing sound
Yeah, everybody let's move--Vanilla is here with the new Jack Groove
Gonna rock, and roll this place--With the power of the ninja turtle bass
Iceman, ya know I'm not playin'--Devastate the show while the turtles are sayin:
chorus:
Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO
Lyrics, fill in the gap--Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what i mean--Give it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner--You better aim good so you can hit the center
In it to win, with a team of four--Ninja Turtles that you gotta adore it's the:
chorus
Villians you better run and hide--Because one day you might not slide
Choose your weapon but don't slip--Vanilla's in control with the flex of the mic grip
Rockin' the crowd the way it should be rocked--With the Miami drop that you like alot
Hittin' like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in--You better check your level
The power of the Ninja is strong--Fightin' all the crooks until they're all cold gone
chorus
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu
Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.
Look at me from the depths of the earth,
tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,
groom of totemic guanacos,
mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,
iceman of Andean tears,
jeweler with crushed fingers,
farmer anxious among his seedlings,
potter wasted among his clays--
bring to the cup of this new life
your ancient buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow;
say to me: here I was scourged
because a gem was dull or because the earth
failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.
Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,
the wood they used to crucify your body.
Strike the old flints
to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips
glued to your wounds throughout the centuries
and light the axes gleaming with your blood.
I come to speak for your dead mouths.
Throughout the earth
let dead lips congregate,
out of the depths spin this long night to me
as if I rode at anchor here with you.
And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.
And give me silence, give me water, hope.
Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.
Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.
Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.
Speak through my speech, and through my blood.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Outskirts Of Town
Im gonna move you baby
Way on the outskirts of town
Oh Im gonna move you darlin
I said way on the outskirts of town
Because I dont want nobody
Whos always hangin round
Mmm, maybe funny baby
Funny as can be
We have any children
I want em all to look like me
Well Ill move you darlin
Way on the outskirts of town
cause I dont want nobody
Nobody always hangin round
(play it now)
A move me a new baby
Way from here
I dont know how I can get no iceman out
Im wanna get me a fridgidaire
We gonna move
Way out on the outskirts of town
I dont want no bully
Always hangin around
Im gonna move darlin
way on the outskirts of town
Im gonna move darlin
Way, way on the outskirts of town (yeah)
Because I dont want nobody
Always hangin round
(play it for me, play guitar)
(instrumental)
It may seem funny, honey
Funny as can be
Have any children
Want em all to look like me
Im gonna move you darlin
All the way on the outskirts of town
Because I dont want nobody
Whos always hangin around
Oh, no no no no, yeah!
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Livin
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didnt like your record 'cause it wasnt hip hop hop
But this aint a dis 'cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
Chorus
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You dont get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the mans down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you aint nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my friends
Produced by ross robinson
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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