Valentine

Knew a girl used to make me wait for hours

On the train in the rain with some flowers

Street girl used to live in the towers

Real sweet and then sour

Hard life just like Cinderella

Single mum had a kid with a fella

She was real, real like concrete

By herself walk like she own street

The other fella he was kinda like trash

The son's father but never did give her cash

I said there's things you really shouldn't have to do

Come with me and I'll look after you

My funny Valentine

My Valentine, take me away

Council flats make me blind

I try but these towers so grey

Nowhere for my children to play

My baby needs fun

My skin needs the sun

My Valentine

Knew a girl, street girl

Used to live in the towers

Real sweet and then sour

Hard life just like Cinderella

Single mum had a kid with a fella

My funny Valentine

Tricky

Parenthesis

One broken wing, 

Soaring and suffering, 

Arm in a sling, 

I don’t owe you anything. 

I’m a bad absentee, 

You know when I want to leave. 

So close up your knees, 

And I’ll close your parentheses. 

I’m a bad amputee, 

With no phantom memory. 

So close up your knees, 

And I’ll close your parentheses.

Tricky

Puppy Toy

Again, we go 'round and round
I get a dress
I guess it's always my round

Friends, girls, they come and go

You think you're nice

See, she, she likes that money boy
And she, she's a puppy toy

You stare, you stare and look confused
Your fruit is slightly bruised
You're aware, but don't like men, no
Your love, won't care again

Girl, you got a vicious tongue

You're talking to me?

Yeah, I wish, wish you cough up along
Girl, you see I'm insecure

And you're an idiot

Look at me, I think you're pure
Girl, get your head right

There's nothing wrong with me, mate

You, yeah, you're getting right


You stare, you stare and look confused
Your fruit is slightly bruised
You're aware, but don't like men, no
Your love, won't care again

Again, we go 'round and round
I get a dress

Tricky

Bombing Bastards

I'm bombing bastards

Forever after us

Carrying an equation

It's like I'm Asian

You heard fantastic

We cross the Atlantic

They say I'm not normal-a

I'm the kid with the formula

It must be my mind reign

I'll make your back break

And your knees bend

Your sucking me friend

What do we do?

We do the voodoo

I send the energy

To a enemy

And fucking Ronald Reagan

It's 'cause I'm Pagan

Is that you, boy?

I see your decoy

Enter the arena

I'm full of schizophrenia

I lop 'em in a minute

And do the schizofrantic

Stop them poses

'Cause this is what a flow is

I'm bombing bastards

Forever after us

Carrying an equation

It's like I'm Asian

You heard fantastic

We cross the Atlantic

They say I'm not normal-a

I'm the kid with the formula

It must be my mind reign

I'll make your back break

And your knees bend

Your sucking me friend

What do we do?

We do the voodoo

I send the energy

To a enemy

I'm bombing bastards

Forever after us

Here come the aliens

We're the aliens

We're the failing ones

Terranova and Tricky

Hell is around the corner

I stand firm for our soil

lick a rock on foil

Say reduce me, 

seduce me, 

Hell is round the corner where I shelter.

Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter

If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive

Let me take you down the corridors of my life.

And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?

No need to answer till I take further evidence.

I seem to need a reference to get residence.

A reference to your preference to say,

I'm a good neighbor, I trudge

So judge me for labor,

The bond on me ensures [lobotomy] my good behavior

The constant struggle [strum] ensures my insanity.

Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family

We're hungry beware of our appetite.

Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.

The kill which I share with my passengers.

We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.

Confused by different memories,

Details of Asian remedies

Conversations, of what's become of enemies.

My brain thinks bomb-like,

So I listen he's a calm type.

And as I grow, I grow collective.

Before the move sit on the perspective.

.

Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,

Until then, you have to live with yourself 

Tricky

Blue Lines on the Walls

[3D]

Skip hip data to get the anti-matter

Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter

To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass

Her face is on the paper not the strangers that I pass

The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me

[Daddy G]

Are you predator or do you fear me

[3D]

No sunshine in my life 'cause the way I deal is hazy

And everyday's a daisy 'cause I'm on my toes

While contemporaries of mine remaining comatose

[Tricky]

There's a looking glass she's looking through

She hated me, but then she loved me too

I'd lie not try so I lost faith

Then turn to her to keep the faith

She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind

And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime

[3D]

Some go softly softly round the habitat

Ratchet in the right hand

They got no one to stab it at

Take a walk billy, don't be a hero

Effort's on minimal though almost touch zero

Excommunicated from the brotherhood of man

To wander lonely as a puzzled anagram

Car paint blue, green, primer and zinc

Take it to extremities my purple and pink

I feel the colours fill my room beneath the patter of the rain

I can't stand the drops they're dripping down my windowpane

They wash away my shadow and don't even leave a spark upon my soul

They leave the rainbows in the dark

[Tricky]

Blues get big, massive are even larger

People laying their claim

In stormy weather it's rain

[3D]

But you're living on a see-saw

[Tricky]

I try to see more

[3D]

Walking on sunshine, but still we're treading water

The son of many reasons searching for the daughter

Seeking knowledge, not acknowledging the jetset

Silver papers of the sound within my budakon headset

The solar system watches in wisdom

The children dance as the moonlight kissed them

[Tricky]

Take my piece of mind and sign my name across your heart

Massive Attack

Tricky

Tricky

(born Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws, 27 January 1968) is an English musician and actor. As a producer and a musician, he is noted for a dark, rich and layered sound and a whispering sprechgesang lyrical style.

Culturally, Tricky encourages an intertwining of societies, particularly in his musical fusion of rock and hip hop, high art and pop culture.

Tricky was born in Knowle West, Bristol, England. His father left the family before he was born and his mother, Maxine Quaye, committed suicide when he was only four. He named his solo album after her - Maxinquaye - and once said that though he hardly knew her, he feels like she's speaking through him with his words

He spent his youth in the care of his grandmother, who often let him watch old horror movies instead of going to school. At 15 he began to write lyrics. At 17, he spent some time in prison because he bought forged £50 notes from a friend, who later informed the police. In an interview, Tricky said: "Prison was really good. I'm never going back" 

Eventually he met DJ Milo and hung out with a sound system called The Wild Bunch, which by 1987 evolved into Massive Attack. He received the nickname 'Tricky Kid' and at 18 he became a member of the Fresh 4, a rap group built from The Wild Bunch. He also rapped on Massive Attack's acclaimed debut album Blue Lines

In 1991, before the release of Massive Attack's album Blue Lines, he met Martina Topley-Bird. Some time later she came to his house, and mentioned to Tricky and Mark Stewart that she could sing. Martina was only fifteen years old, but her 'honey-coated vox' impressed them and they recorded a song called "Aftermath" (though The Face '95 mentions that the first song they recorded together was called "Shoebox"). Tricky showed "Aftermath" to Massive Attack, but they were not interested. So in 1993 he decided to press a few hundred vinyl copies of the song. He cut it directly off of the tape, so that the song is basically "just bassline and hiss". Finally, a white label got him a contract with Island Records and he started to record his first solo album.

Tricky left Massive Attack to release his debut album, Maxinquaye. The album was a massive success and Tricky was catapulted to international fame, something he was notably uncomfortable with. This was because the impact of his album truly set the stage for trip-hop within the United Kingdom. Tricky was able to do so much with his music by incorporating different musical genres in his sound, but ultimately making sure he made the overall product his own. In fact, the Maxinquaye album review by the Rolling Stone magazine read, "Tricky devoured everything from American hip-hop and soul to reggae and the more melancholic strains of 80s British rock." It is important to note that Tricky paid tribute to early hip-hop artists whose music was, and still is, influential in the hip-hop scene. He also incorporated commercial pop music into his music, and by combining early hip-hop and pop samples in his music, he found a way to appeal to both audiences, which rarely happens. 

Tricky found it difficult to cope with the huge success of Maxinquaye and he subsequently eschewed the laidback soul sound of the first album to create an increasingly edgy and aggressive punk tinged music that echoed his personality as he became more erratic and unreliable.[citation needed]

In 1996, Neneh Cherry and Björk appeared as guests on his second album Nearly God. The opening number was a cover of the Siouxsie and the Banshees pre-trip-hop song "Tattoo" that had previously inspired Tricky when he forged his style.

In 2001 Tricky appeared on the Thirteen Ghosts soundtrack with the song "Excess" which (briefly) features Alanis Morissette during two of the choruses. In 2002 that song also appeared on the Queen of the Damned soundtrack.

Studio albums

• Maxinquaye (1995) #3 UK
• Nearly God (1996) #10 UK
• Pre-Millennium Tension (1996) #30 UK, #140 US
• Angels with Dirty Faces (1998) #23 UK, #84 US
• Juxtapose (1999) (with DJ Muggs and Dame Grease) #22 UK, #182 US
• Blowback (2001) #34 UK, #138 US
• Vulnerable (2003) #88 UK
• Knowle West Boy (2008) #63 UK, #147 US
• Mixed Race (2010) #118 UK

source:wikipedia

 Athens Live 22-01-2011

You promised me poems

Dreamed of ringing voices,

They contemplated choices.

Taste like a rare kiss,

To heighten my awareness.

With all fairness, greatness, with gratitude.

And simply rhymes with attitude

Now do promotion and TV, and ya still can't see. We

Down the hill cascade

And keep away the masquerade,

Dreamed of ringing voices,

And you promised me poems

Tricky