HBO is on tonight.
One, two, check in, volume up.
One, two, check in, volume up.
One, two, check in, volume up.
This song's called I'm Like a Bird.
One, one, one, one, one, one.
One, one, one, one, one.
You're beautiful, that's for sure.
You'll never, ever leave.
You're lovely, but it ain't for sure.
I don't wanna ever change
Come on, come on
Though my love is red
Oh-oh-oh
Though my love's so gentle
Come on, y'all, let's rock
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
Your faith in me
Brings me to tears
In and out of all these years
And it pains me so much to think
You don't love me that way
Though my love's so red
Though my love's so gentle
Come on, y'all, let's rock
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just that every time you try
To tell me that you love me, love me
Each and every single day
I know I'm gonna let you
To eventually give you away
Though my love is red
Though my love's so gentle
Hey, I'm just scared
That we're gonna fall
That we're gonna fall
I'm like a bird
on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't know what my soul is
I don't know what my heart is
I'm like a bird on a long way
I don't wanna know what you think.
I don't wanna know what I really wanna hear.
I don't know, I don't know what I'm gonna say.
I don't wanna know what you think.
Yeah!
Alright, Jones Beach!
Got one thing I want to say.
To all you people over here, and all you people over here,
and all you people over there, and all you people over there,
and all you people in the top.
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow.
Those are friendly shots.
Hello?
OK.
Brrr.
Thanks for coming out.
Ha ha.
You're beautiful in that foreign show.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're beautiful, yeah.
And that's for sure.
It's for, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure, I'm gonna love you forever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Before the show, I usually warm up about two hours ahead of time, and I sing for about
an hour.
And then an hour before, I try not to talk.
I try not to talk.
I try not to talk anyway, very much, because I kind of have to preserve my vocals for the
show.
But I like to hang out with my band.
I think it's important to have that sense of unity and get the energy flowing before
you hit the stage.
If you haven't seen your band and you get on the stage, you're like, hey, you know,
you've got to start from scratch.
If you've been hanging out, you get on the stage, you're already one.
So that's important.
Get some good stuff.
Here we go.
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Our set changes, definitely.
The set is really dependent on the particular audience
that we're catering to, how much time we have left.
If it's a general root show,
in which people are actually coming just to see the roots,
you know, then...
Then there's no rush.
Yeah.
You know.
But usually we're put in a situation
where people don't know who we are
or we're opening for an act that has its own built-in audience.
We sort of have to start the...
You want to kind of go out of your way
to be as dynamic as possible and as little, you know,
in a shorter period of time as possible.
You want to get more bang for your buck.
I want to know if we have any...
Do we have any cool people in the house this evening?
Yeah.
Do we have any cool people in the house this evening?
Yeah.
Well, how about some...
How about some fresh...
Do we have any fresh people in the house this evening?
Hell yeah.
What else we got?
Well, how about some...
Clean people.
Bitch, stay out there, bloke!
Break!
I'm good.
Everybody say, ain't nobody, nobody drives me out.
Well, everybody say, so first, so clean, clean.
Don't you think I'm so sexy?
I'm just crazy.
Everybody say, so first, so clean, clean.
Ain't nobody, don't ask me.
You say so fresh and so clean, clean.
I love when you say, hey.
Hey, we here.
Yeah, we're here to talk about the queens.
Absolutely, we just got Gator Belts and Patti Mills
and Monte Carlos and El Dorado.
So I'm waking up out of my slumber, feeling like Wallo.
So follow.
It's showtime in the bottle, my name's Akiki Sherrins.
With a bottle holding a never-print.
Teddy, Penderwads, Coodle de Freddy Jackson,
sipping the milk, shaking up so strong.
Left my throat warm in a dark room after AU.
People who hate to athletes might think he was.
You must have been mistaken with those statements
that you make, huh?
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
You say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
I love when you say, hey.
I love when you say, hey.
Tell me about the Cadillac.
Canary Yellow 7.
That's the pit.
It's on display, my nigga.
Morocco, who the hell?
Morocco, jeep, I'll play them so they can ride out.
Teddy, honey, come hide out.
I'ma try to kind of ride out like Jack Tripper.
Let me be bad Peter on your snippers.
YKK on your zipper.
Think you like them?
Listen, when I'm slizzin', I'm sober.
Since we raised a mojo, I know what I can choose and use
and you can print it, too.
But I call your ass on A this year,
I know you'll be there for me, girl.
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
You say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Oh, ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
I can't hear you.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
You say so fresh and so clean, clean.
They choose, baby, ice.
Get you runnin' off if they must.
They're tellin' me everything that's on your nasty mind.
They say you're malnutritioned and need a vitamin D
and it's right if you do that, then you'll make it right.
I love who you are.
Love who you ain't.
You're so unfriendly.
Let's get the addict to hide out for about two weeks.
No chains and no chains and whips.
I do suck lips to hipster.
And double time the border, so the freak's done.
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Don't you think I'm so sexy?
I'm so sexy.
And ain't everybody say so fresh and so clean.
Now say, ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
I know when you stare at me.
I don't think y'all know who we are.
I think it's Salvatore.
There we are.
The coolest motherfuckers on the planet.
The sky is falling, ain't no need to panic.
I got a stick, a motor, automatic.
Compatible, created in the attic.
The coolest motherfuckers on the planet.
The sky is falling, ain't no need to panic.
I got a stick, a motor, automatic.
Compatible, created in the attic.
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Don't you think I'm so sexy?
I'm so sexy.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
Ain't nobody go ask me, I guess.
Well, everybody say so fresh and so clean, clean.
I got a stick, a motor, automatic.
Compatible, created in the attic.
The coolest motherfuckers on the planet.
The sky is falling, ain't no need to panic.
Ain't no need to panic.
I got a stick, a motor, automatic.
Compatible, created in the attic.
The coolest motherfuckers on the planet.
The sky is falling, ain't no need to panic.
I got a stick, a motor, automatic.
Compatible, created in the attic.
So fresh, so clean.
Yeah.
Hey, you know what's up?
Hey, I think it's time to crank this motherfuck up
and make a move until you don't need to.
To the back of the bus, maybe?
Hell yeah.
Let's see.
To the back of the bus, maybe?
Well, check this out.
Will everybody put your hands together?
Will everybody put your hands together?
Will everybody put your hands together?
Will everybody put your hands together?
Will everybody put your hands together?
Will everybody put your hands together?
One, two, three.
And, you know what?
We gotta teach them, like, this Part right there.
Push that bus.
Everybody move to the back of the wall
Straight through the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
White has gone wild
But still the time to time to put that bump up in your eye
Talk to K.O.S.
He saw these playoffs so he was asking
We takin' it up the rock to represent the judge and family
Like way back
Me and my nigga decided to take it back back
We stabbing every city then we headed to the back
Hey, H.E.L. down
What up with you? Come on, yeah
Bulldog and hoes like them choice shots
Boy, you're trying to steal it then
I told me see it pretty
Do I know that's right?
You suckers like the suckers around pitties
Damn, we the committee
Don't run the town
But that's what's you in the mouth with the hoes
I say I, I, push that bump
Everybody move to the back of the wall
Straight through the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
I say I, I, push that bump
Everybody move to the back of the wall
Straight through the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
I met a gypsy and she hit me with some white light
Listen, you like to activate the left and right, right?
Say, baby boy, you only broke your head till last night
You focus on the bad, you ask to be your housewife
You're 11 or either, that's what you got to do
I'd rather just know what it is
That's what you tell me, you're under-ventured
Andre 3000
My second section is my destination
She got the most of conversations
I think I know, I have a number
Took a shower, had a shower
Cause my favorite group ain't coming with it
But I'm with you cause your public won't refute it anyway
But anyhow, we the type
We're not all in one because you thought it would be jammin'
But examine all the mosquitos
Say, I live in a car slag, but that's all shit
And I hope I never hit the moon with that boat
Shit's great, it's sweet, it's the last call
Yeah, I want to hit what I'm going down
But I don't say that go
Well, then you got to do your time
Through the record player, can you skip it and slow it down?
I'm hard rockin'
One, two, three
Everybody say
Ah, ah, push that bull
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Say, ah, ah, push that bull
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Everybody put your hands together
Everybody put your hands together
Everybody put your hands together
Everybody put your hands together
Everybody put your hands together
Say, shit
Everybody say, shit
Ah, ah, push that bull
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Say, ah, ah, push that bull
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Say, ah, ah, push that bull
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Say, ah, ah, baby, yeah, yeah
Everybody move to the back of the bull
Scootin' on the wall and stronger than us
We the type of people make the club get more
Miss Jackson
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson
I am the real one
Never meant to make you know the truth
I apologize
But you hear me
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson
I am the real one
Never meant to make you know the truth
I apologize
But you hear me
With my baby in trouble
It's mama, don't lie to me
We don't even know how many boys have a label
We went to the studio trying to fight me
She be likin' up
Heathen American pie and take her bite
She ain't in my house
I disconnect the cable
I turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby
Not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, medical bills
I paid it
Enough that mama didn't receive
But I ain't the one who laid that
She wanted me up and started cussing
I'm all over the state
I never got a chance to tell my side of story
He was a bitch, I had to cook
I had a child, birthday, I had to buy it
Despite it
I told her I respect when I walk through
All of you
You wouldn't feel that way
When I call you
I apologize
But you hear me
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson
I am the real one
Never meant to make you know the truth
I apologize
But you hear me
I apologize
But you hear me
I apologize
Miss Jackson
I am the real one
Never meant to make you know the truth
I apologize
But you hear me
I apologize
But you hear me
Seeing the contracts, ain't going on
Insane isое
And you're better than me, baby, but you can't get to me
I'm on the floor, I'm on the floor
And if I'm on fire
The quickest songs will throw in my mouth when I decline
Can't be clean, then I'ma be la dee
To get my drink, I'm the king, with the king is clean
On the old tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
Forever, never seen that glow get to your throne
And notice that the day my name hula came in too long
Miss Jackson, my intention was good, I wish I could
Recall my magicians in Africa, now we're on the saddle
Thoughts of me, also she, shows of heat
Asked me what happened to the feeling that hurt me
And I went so much and got an ease of me
Passed, it happened for a week, she won't let me
And to know that everything's cool
And yes, I will be prison on the first day
See that shit?
Miss Jackson, my intention was good, I wish I could
And notice that the day my name hula came in too long
Miss Jackson, my intention was good, I wish I could
And notice that the day my name hula came in too long
Miss Jackson, my intention was good, I wish I could
And so, Miss Jackson, is my all
You ain't your mama, sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Ooh, I am for real.
Everybody say never meant to make you don't.
I say I apologize.
Come on, come on.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Baby, I am for real.
Never meant to make you don't.
I cry, I apologize.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Ooh, I am for real.
Never meant to make you don't.
I cry, I apologize.
Come on, y'all.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Ooh, I am for real.
Never meant to make you don't.
I cry, I apologize.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Y'all have a good time.
Good morning, everybody.
Have a good time.
Everybody say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh.
Oh.
Say oh, oh.
Oh.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Ooh, I am for real.
Never meant to make you don't.
I cry, I apologize.
Come on, y'all.
Sorry, Mr. Jackson.
Yeah.
I am for real.
Come on, y'all.
Say never meant to make you don't.
I cry, I apologize.
Come on, y'all.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
I am for real.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
Say oh, oh.
I am for real.
Come on, y'all.
Sorry.
I cry, I apologize.
Blood cut about what?
Are y'all ready?
Come on!
Yeah, everybody!
Shout out!
Hold on, hold on, be quiet, be quiet.
Let's...
Put them up!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
Let's go!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
One, two, one, two, three, kill!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Sort of the cross-pollination of genres, to me, that's the way most people listen to music.
I don't know anyone who only listens to one type of music. I think most people are, by definition, quite open-minded when it comes to music.
And it seems strange that you have, like a festival like OzFest, I respect them for it and I like heavy metal, but I don't know anyone who only listens to heavy metal.
Most people I know love hip-hop and love dance music and also love punk rock and jazz and blues and love all these different types of music.
The idea behind Area One was to just sort of make a festival that, on a very organic level, reflected the way people actually listen to music.
So it is my great pleasure to introduce the lovely and sexy and talented Miss Nellie Furtado.
Oh, look at that, you've got an apple on.
You don't have your glasses on, Moby.
You can't see Jones Beach.
I see myself in the pouring rain.
I watch the light come over me.
Here we are now, going to the east side.
I pick up my friends and we start to ride.
Ride or die, yeah, we ride all day.
Looking out for a sunny day.
Here we are in the pouring home.
I watch the light man for the call.
I watch the light move across the screen.
I watch the light come over me.
Here we are now, going to the west side.
Walking to the hangers, we go for a ride.
Ride or die, yeah, we ride all day.
Looking out for a sunny day.
Here we are in the pouring home.
Hey, la, hey, la, la.
Here we are now, going to the north side.
I pick up my friends and we start to ride.
Ride or die, yeah, we ride all day.
Looking out for a sunny day.
Here we are now, going to the south side.
I pick up my friends and we hope we won't die.
Ride or die, we ride through heaven and hell.
Ride or die, we ride through heaven and hell.
Nelly, Nelly, Nelly...
You see, one of the hard things, one of the things that Nelly has to put up with,
when we do that song is even though I wrote the song,
I can't remember the lyrics.
So during the song, when I bend over and talk to her,
I'm basically asking her what the next line is because I'm a half-wit, and I can't remember my own songs
Isn't that tragic?
I think it's kind of tragic
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Went down the hill the other day
So God happy and stayed all day
Went down the hill the other day
So God happy and stayed all day
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Played in the wool and stayed long
Looked on the bed when brother was dead
Played in the wool and stayed long
Looked on the bed when brother was dead
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Ooh, Lord in my trouble so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Don't nobody know my troubles with God
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
If I might be so immodest, I think this next song kicks ass. It's called Body Rock. Thank you.
It's called Body Rock.
We rock the body rock the body.
Check out what we're gonna make of you, bro.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
Check out what we're gonna make of you, bro.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
Check out what we're gonna make of you, bro.
We rock the body rock the body rock the body.
Well, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
On an all-new reverb.
It's been a while, but I can still remember just the way you did.
Down here in days, sweet days, we're all about me.
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What, what are you doing?
This is all TV. Don't you know?
I know. Why are you selling TV? When do you have TV?
No, dad. I'm going to turn off the TV in every corner of the house.
You're going to turn off the TV in every corner of the house? Are you my wizard?
Yes, dad. I'm going to turn off the TV in the hall and in the kitchen.
Oh, you're going to turn off the TV in the bedroom and in the bathroom. Why do you need TV, dear?
Why? It's ITBC. 24-hour Tamil TV starts in September, dad.
You don't have to watch it, dad.
It's ITBC. 24-hour Tamil TV starts in September, dad.
Why do you have TV in the bin? I would have given it to you if you asked.
Really, dad?
Of course.
Warrer! Warrer!
Is it your uncle's name?
Is it your daughter's time?
Why do you have TV in every corner of the house?
Dear, Vasanthi.
Yes.
I have a daughter-in-law. If I ask her, she won't listen.
Are you going to ask me?
TV is money, right?
No, dear. I'm going to...