The News Boy George Fabulous

Poverty

Hi-Gate featuring Boy George

I'm scared and I'm confused you say
You've only got yourself to blame
Hung by the written word
And by the masquerade

Fear won't kill you now
The truth will blow you far, far away

How can I make sense of silence
Kneeling down to Gods that mock me for holding on
Have I no shame?

One day I know you'll feel the same

There's money in religion
There's money in war
There's money in the bank
So why do I feel so poor?

There's money in arms
But no love in yours
When everything is nothing
Poverty ain't worth begging for

I wanted worship
You climbed the ladder of fame
It's just like a circle
Like chasing your own tail

Don't talk about the future
The devil knows your name
Ain't no guest list in hell
You'll talk your way in just the same

How can I make sense of silence
Kneeling down to Gods that mock me for holding on
Have I no shame?

There's money in religion
There's money in war
There's money in the bank
So why do I feel so poor?

There's money in arms
But no love in yours
When everything is nothing
Poverty ain't worth begging for

 

Swallow Me

The Real Feminem

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back!
Guess who's back, guess who's back, you ain't black!
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back!
Guess who's back, guess who's back, you ain't black!
So you were poor and you were trailor trash
Now ya living like Elvis rollin' in cash
Bet ya house is real palatial
Hey pretty boy do you enjoy your facial

Ain't that shit suppose to calm ya down
Why you so angry, cos you ain't brown
Dissin' Moby for speaking his mind
Well you speak yours, so I'll speak mine

What's the worst you can level at me
Cause I'm old huh? Past my prime
If you can't do the time, then don't do the crime
Bring on the drag queen (bitch!)

This looks like a blow job to me
Cause what we need is some controversy
So, everybody suck, just swallow me
Cause I like a big dick up my batty
This looks like a blow job to me
Cause what we need is some controversy
So, everybody suck, just swallow me
Cause I like a big dick up my batty

MTV killed rock 'n' roll
They don't play me no, but I'm proud of my soul
I'm into dick and I can swallow it whole
Fags, calling you genius
Come on, it's like scoring a home goal

White boys getting into rap
So clever with words, it's the same old crap
Be predictable play the game
Like Vanilla Ice try into rap again

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
When there's gay men being crucified
Matthew Shepherd, remember that name
He was killed, do you feel no shame

Listen up, Sir Elton John
Anything for fame... you got it wrong
(Haven't you heard of style, bitch!)

This looks like a blow job to me
Cause what we need is some controversy
So, everybody suck, just swallow me
Cause I like a big dick up my batty
This looks like a blow job to me
Cause what we need is some controversy
So, everybody suck, just swallow me
Cause I like a big dick up my batty

Strange fruit hanging from trees
Homophobia is the same disease
Proud to be black, proud to be gay
I don't piss in my handbag Dr. Dre

Last night a DJ fucked your man yeah
Last night a DJ fucked your man yeah
We were at it all night long, and then he heard this song
He said I gotta get up, I gotta get up, I gotta run away now

Last night a DJ fucked your man yeah
Last night a DJ fucked your man yeah
We were at it all night long, and then he heard this song
He said I gotta get up, I gotta get up, I gotta run away now

I gotta get up, I gotta get up, I gotta run away now

La Barque

(Le Libertin Soundtrack - 2000)

Watching you leave
Your words no comfort to me
Love was mine
To live and to breathe
But you take it and leave a wound in me
Ooh

There was a time
You would have killed to be mine
Now sorrow leaves me behind
All the laughter has turned to stone
Laughter has turned to stone inside
Laughter has turned to stone inside
Ooh

(Chant)

Crushed by the deed
Now words are all I believe
Only truth can comfort and heal
'Cause your love put a wound
A wound in me
Bringing me down so senselessly
Stone in your eyes
How very thinly disguised
How you murder our truth with your lies
But truth it was always home
Yes, truth it would always lead us home
Lead us home

(Chant)

 

Encore une collaboration de George avec le groupe indépendant APACHE INDIAN...
Cette collaboration est passée inaperçu....


In The Ghetto
Apache Indian feat. Boy George

On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto, in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto
This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Down in a the ghetto where the youth suffering
Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Down in a the ghetto them no win
The youth them down a ghetto a suffer
Every morning have fe get up and raise a dollar
Have fe fight fe survive them wan fe prosper
Me want the ghetto youth them a mon fe stand up higher
So tell me what you really never know
The youth them just a cry down in a the ghetto
With no place to live and with no place to go
You no see how them suffer down in a Kosovo

On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto, in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto

This a ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Give all the ghetto youth them the blessing
Ghetto man talk hear the ghetto man sing
Bring all the youth out a sin
Living ina the ghetto it no fun
The youth wan fe carry fe them knife and gun
The drugs them a push but we no wan none
Have fe clean up the ghetto fe we daughter and son
Me no wan see the youth cry
Like ina Calcutta and down a Mumbai
Ca all them a struggle and a try them a try
But what them a go do a when the well run dry

On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
A poor little baby child is born - In the ghetto
And his mama cried
If there's one thing that she don't need
Its another little hungry mouth to feed - In the ghetto

On a cold and grey Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born - In the ghetto
And his mama cried
In the ghetto
And his mama cried
In the ghetto
And his mama cried