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Good Clean Music
04:06
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I’VE THROWN THOSE MINOR CHORDS AWAY
PUT ON MY RED ROSE COLORED GLASSES
COMPOSED A BRAND NEW SONG TODAY
A CHAIN LOVE LETTER TO MASSES
I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I HAD IT IN ME
I ALWAYS THOUGHT MY DEFAULT WAS DARK
A SHOCK JOCK WITH NO MORAL COMPASS
‘TIL I FOUND AN INTERNAL SPARK WITH
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
LIGHT AND FUN (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC
THAT’S TAILOR MADE SO IT PLEASES EVERYONE
SURE, I’VE GOT EDGE BUT WHAT’S IT BOUGHT ME?
WHY SING BLUE WORDS INTO THE MIC?
IF THERE’S ONE THING MY CRITICS TAUGHT ME
THAT’S ONE THING PEOPLE JUST DON’T LIKE
I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WOULD BE ELUSIVE
I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD MAKE THE SWITCH
PICKED UP MY PEN THEN THE MUSE DESCENDED
AND SUDDENLY I’VE FOUND A NEW NICHE WITH
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
HEART AND FUN (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC
THAT’S TAILOR MADE SO IT PLEASES EVERYONE
I WAS ASKED TO CLEAN IT UP
I WAS ASKED TO TONE IT DOWN
I WAS ASKED TO CHILL WITH ALL THE CONTROVERSIAL
I WAS ASKED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY ART AND MY CAREER
BETWEEN MY HEART AND MM, WELL SOMETHING MORE COMMERCIAL
SO I CHOSE
MOSTLY WHITE AND NOT CONFRONTATIONAL
MOSTLY WHITE AND NOT CONFRONTATIONAL
MOSTLY WHITE AND NOT CONFRONTATIONAL
MOSTLY WHITE AND NOT CONFRONTATIONAL
GOOD CLEAN MUSIC
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC
GOOD CLEAN MUSIC
GOOD CLEAN MUSIC
I VOW TONIGHT TO MAKE AMENDS
TONIGHT I VOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY
JUST GUYS PLEASE WILL YOU BE MY FRIENDS
EVEN IF YOU THINK MY SONGS ARE CRAPPY
I WONDER IF I CAN WIN YOU OVER
IT ISN’T EASY TO CHARM A CROWD
YOU GOTTA BE LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE
AND RECALL THE DAY THAT YOU VOWED WITH
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
HEART AND FUN (GOOD, CLEAN, GOOD, CLEAN A-MUSIC)
GOOD, CLEAN MUSIC
THAT’S TAILOR MADE SO IT PLEASES EVERYONE!
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IN A BATHTUB AT THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
I LIE SUBMERGED IN OLIVE OIL AND WATER
I’M A COPPER PENNY TOSSED IN A WISHING WELL
BUT MY ONLY DYING WISH IS FOR MY DAUGHTER
DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE
OR HOW I GET TO SEE
MY LIFE FROM SUCH DISTANCE
BUT WITH SUCH CLARITY
ENDING ON A HIGH NOTE
WAS HOW I PLANNED TO GO
NOT THRASHING IN THE WATER
THEN SINKING DOWN BELOW
IN A BATHTUB AT THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
THEY’RE DOING CPR BUT IT’S FAILING
AS THE TWITTER RIPS ALL WISH ME WELL
ON THE STREET BELOW MY BABY GIRL IS WAILING
DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE
OR WHERE I’M HEADED NOW
OR WHY THIS STARRY EVENING
I TOOK MY FINAL BOW
DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE
OR WHERE HERE EVEN IS
FEEL KINDA LIKE A DOROTHY
OFF TO SEE THE WIZ
SMOKING CRACK WITH CHAKKA KHAN
SMOKING CRACK WITH CHAKKA KHAN
SMOKING CRACK WITH CHAKKA KHAN
SMOKING CRACK WITH CHAKKA KHAN
IN THE LOBBY OF THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
A WOMAN ASKED IF SHE COULD HUG ME
THOUGH THE LOVE SHE’S GIVING SHOULD CAUSE MY HEART TO SWELL
THE RUMBLING IN MY SOUL STARTS TO BUG ME
DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE
OR WHY THEY LOVE ME SO
I’M NO LONGER EVERY WOMAN
HELL TO THE NO HELL TO THE NO
DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE
WITH ALL THIS HATE INSIDE
THERE ARE MIRRORS ALL AROUND ME
AND I JUST WANT TO HIDE
IN A BATHTUB AT THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
THE OLIVE OIL I POUR IS MY ANNOINTING
THE XANAX IS HIS BODY
AND THE CHAMPAGNE IS HIS BLOOD
BUT THE END RESULT IS SO DISAPPOINTING
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Girlfriend
02:48
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GOT A NEW CAR
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
SAVED UP ALL MY MONEY
TO BUY MY GIRL SOME WHEELS
BEEN SHOPPING AROUND
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
DID SOME BARGAIN HUNTIN’
FOUND SOME REAL GOOD DEALS
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
MY PRETTY GIRLFRIEND
BEEN WORKIN' REAL HARD
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
DON’T DO NO GANG BANGING
AND I’ON BE SELLIN’ NO DRUGS
I WORK THREE JOBS
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
SHE GIVE THE ILLEST KISSES
AND THE SWEETEST HUGS
THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND
WOAH LORD, THAT’S MY GIRL!
MY BOYS SAY THAT GIRL IS TROUBLE! WHAT!
THEY SAY SHE A SKEEZER, YO
HER MOMS AND HER POPS BE ALL ON HER BACK
HER SO CALLED “GIRLFRIENDS”
BE THE MAIN ONES TO TEASE HER SO
I’M GONNA GET MY GIRLFRIEND UP OUTTA D-TOWN
WE GONNA MOVE TO ATLANTA OR TEXAS OR SOMEWHERE AND SETTLE DOWN
I’M THE ONLY ONE SHE GOT ON HER SIDE
SO I GOTTA KEEP HER BESIDE MINE
WE GONNA CRUISE ACROSS THE STATE LINE
IN THIS PIMPED OUT RIDE!
GOT A NEW CAR
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
I HOPE IT MAKE HER SMILE
i HOPE SHE DON’T THINK IT’S WHACK
A PRETTY NICE CAR
FOR MY BABY
IT’S GOT A LOTTA MILES THOUGH
AND I SHOULDA PAINTED IT BLACK
GOT A NEW CAR
FOR MY GIRLFRIEND
OH LORD, PLEASE LET HER LIKE IT
PLEASE GOD, JUST LET HER LIKE IT
PLEASE GOD, JUST LET HER LIKE IT
'CAUSE I BOUGHT IT FROM A CRACKHEAD
SO THAT PROB’LY MEANS
I CAN'T TAKE IT BACK ...
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Memory Song
03:49
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FIVE FOOT FOUR / HIGH SCHOOL GYM / SNEAKING A CUPCAKE
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
SHOOTING HOOPS OFF THE RIM / SLOW ON THE UPTAKE
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
AFTER GYM / THE LOCKER ROOM / MY EYES PHOTOGRAPHING
NAKED ME MEASURES IN AT FOUR & HALF INCHES
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
OF ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
GUILT AND SHAME / JESUS' NAME / CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
EAT HIS BODY / DRINK HIS BLOOD / COMMUNION BUFFET
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
SWEET SOUR MEMORIES
AFTER CHURCH WE'RE DRIVING HOME TO RADIO CRACKLE
JAZZ MUZAK OR MOTOWN BLUES AND SKIN IS A SHACKLE
FOR ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD ...
FOR ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD ...
THESE ARE MY MEMORIES
SWEET SOUR MEMORIES
THIS IS MY HISTORY
THIS IS MY MYSTERY
MOM IS NAPPING ON THE COUCH WHILE DAD CUTS THE GRASS--I WATCH TV ALL DAY LONG: "YOUNG & THE RESTLESS"
LIKE ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
DAD IS DRUNK AND ON THE COUCH WHILE MOM EATS A PORK CHOP
“DAILY BREAD” MILL DAILY TREADMILL WON’T EVER STOP
ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
ONE LONE BLACK GAY BOY I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO TURN HIS BACK ON THE LORD
I AM LYING ON THE COUCH, I DREAM THAT I'M FLYING
FLAPPING BOTH MY WINGS SO HARD TO KEEP ME FROM DYING WITH A CROWN OF GODFORSAKEN THORNS ON MY HEAD
LIKE ALL THOSE BLACK GAY BOYS I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO GO ON BACK TO THE LORD
AND ALL THOSE BLACK GAY BOYS I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO GO ON BACK TO THE LORD
AND ALL THOSE BLACK GAY BOYS I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO GO ON BACK TO THE LORD
AND ALL THOSE BLACK GAY BOYS I KNEW WHO CHOSE TO GO ON BACK TO THE LORD ... INSTEAD
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Oscar Speechless
02:43
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IN A YEAR WHEN SUCH PERFORMANCES HAVE DOMINATED
I SWEAR IT’S REALLY JUST AN HONOR TO BE NOMINATED
SO WHEN I SAW THE LIST OF GIRLS WITH WHOM I’D BE COMPETING
I LAUGHED IT OFF BECAUSE I KNEW I HAD NO CHANCE OF BEATING
ONE RED CARPET BLONDE
(THERE SHE GOES AGAIN!)
ONE WITH TWO GOLDEN GLOBES
(YOU'RE A SUPERSTAR AND YOU KNOW IT!)
ONE THE ODDS ON FAVORITE
(YOU'RE SO FINE!)
FOR HER ROLE AS THE HOOKER WITH A HEART OF GOLD
(THERE SHE GOES AGAIN)
SO!
IF I PROMISE NOT TO DROP THE F-BOMB
WHILE I’M UP HERE TAKING YOUR LOVE IN
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME ‘CAUSE I’M OSCAR SPEECHLESS
WHEN YOU TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS IT’S LIKE A WOUND IS HEALED
YOU GOT ME FEELING LIKE A MERYL STREEP OR SALLY FIELD
NOW EVERY NIGHT I GET TO CRAWL IN BED WITH THIS AWARD
IT’S A CLICHÉ BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I THANK THE LORD
FOR MY BRILLIANT CO-STAR
(HE'S SO DREAMY!)
AND THIS MAGNIFICENT PART
(YOU'RE A SUPERSTAR AND YOU KNOW IT!)
THAT FULLY DEMANDED
I PEEL BACK THE LAYERS AND SHOW YOU MY HEART
SO!
(YOU'RE A SUPERSTAR!)
IF I PROMISE NOT TO DROP THE F-BOMB
WHILE I’M UP HERE TAKING YOUR LOVE IN
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME ‘CAUSE I’M OSCAR SPEECHLESS
OSCAR SPEECHLESS
OSCAR SPEECHLESS
OSCAR SPEECHLESS
AND I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CALLED MY NAME
TELL ME WAS ALCOHOL TO BLAME
FOR THIS MIX UP? A-YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!
SO IF I PROMISE NOT TO DROP THE F-BOMB
WHILE I’M TRIPPING ON MY DRESS
(YEAH!)
IF I PROMISE NOT TO DROP THE F-BOMB
WHILE I’M UP HERE LOOKING A MESS
(YEAH! YEAH!)
IF I PROMISE NOT TO DROP THE F-BOMB
WHILE THE MUSIC PLAYS ME OFF
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME ‘CAUSE I’M … OH GOSH I … OH GOSH … OH GOSH I … OH GOSH
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW THIS FEELS … YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS
YOU LIKE ME … YOU REALLY LIKE ME
OH GOD … OH GOD … OH GOD …
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I FALL IN LOVE WITH A WHITE BOY
I FINALLY GET MY WISH
I THROW MY HOOK IN THE WATER
AND FINALLY GET MY FISH
HIS GOLDEN HAIR AND BLUE EYES MAKE ME SQUEAL
HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I’VE GOT SEX APPEAL
I TAKE A WALK WITH MY WHITE BOY
WE HOLD EACH OTHER’S HANDS
WE HAVE THE SAME TASTE IN MOVIES
AND 90S ALT ROCK BANDS
HE SEES INTO MY HEART, MY SOUL MY HEAD
I COLOR BLINDLY LEAP INTO HIS BED
HE BRINGS THE COTTON PICKING SLAVE MAN OUT OF ME!
(YES MASSA NO MASSA! HUH!)
AND WHEN HE LOVES ME I POP CREAMY SODA EVERYWHERE!
(WE SHALL OVER CUM!)
AND ALL THE HATERS WANNA HANG US FROM A TREE
(SOUTHERN TREES BEAR TWO STRANGE FRUITS Y’ALL!)
FOR MIXING RACES AND SHARING SINGLE STRANDS OF ANGEL HAIR!
Spoken: White boys can lick my taint. From the waxed assholes of Chelsea to the pastel tank tops of Hell’s Kitchen. From Boyz to Meningits. May your dick fall off and may it never get better.
I FALL IN LOVE WITH A WHITE BOY
WHO MEETS ANOTHER MAN
HE SWEARS TO GOD THAT IT ISN’T SOME EVIL, COSMIC PLAN
HE SAYS I CAN’T HELP THAT I FELL IN LOVE
YOU’RE NOT THE NEGRO I WAS DREAMING OF
I LOSE THE LOVE OF A WHITE BOY
THE AFTERMATH IS ROUGH
I SEE HIS BOYFRIEND AND WONDER
IF I AM BLACK ENOUGH
I SWEAR ONE DAY I’LL MAKE SOME WHITE BOY FEEL
A PASSION THAT IS HIS ACHILLES HEEL
WHY DID I CHOOSE TO BE A WIND-UP TOY
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF A WHITE BOY?
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Michael R. Jackson New York, New York
Michael R. Jackson (aka The Living MJ). Musical theater composer. Lyricist. Book writer. Trash talker. Honesty is my brand. Check me out at www.youtube.com/michaelrj1981, www.thelivingmichaeljackson.com, and www.facebook.com/thelivingmichaeljackson
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