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Finals Night

The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary Kit0

Ray Charles - Busted

Ray Charles - Tell The Truth

Ray Charles - Hallelujah I Love Her So

THE BEATLES - I SAW HER STANDING THERE 1964

The Beatles - yesterday

Ray Charles - What'd I say

Maniac Michael Sembello

2 Reasons (feat. T.I.)

2 Reasons feat T.I.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

Sittin' on the Dock (of the Bay)

Grammy Nominee | Best Album Notes | Singular Genius: The Complete ABC Singles | Billy Vera, album notes writer (Ray Charles) | Concord

Georgia On My Mind | Ray Charles

Ricky Hil, the tattooed, rebel son of fashion mogul Tommy Hillfiger is dropping his debut album SYLDD exclusively on Noisey.

The album is less of a public service announcement than its title might imply. Yes, Ricky is unapologetic about his drug use for most of the album, but there are also moments of self-reflection and critique of the rampant perscription drug use in America. SYLDD feels more like if Future or syrup-era Lil Wayne were moonlighting as singer/songwriters over some envelope-pushing beats from the likes of Illangelo, Blended Babies and Ricky Hil himself.

Perhaps a more accurate description of Ricky Hil would be to compare him to the similarly drug-and-sex-oriented R&B phenom The Weeknd, who makes an appearance on SYLDD on the standout “Nomads.” Ricky twists and mangles his raspy voice over every snare and hi-hat, taking his flow to gloriously counterintuitive places, a reflection of the darkness he's trying to communicateto the listener.

Because Ricky Hil doesn’t give a fuck about his label and wanted to get the album to his fans on the day he promised it would come out, and because we at Noisey love music and drugs and music about drugs, we’re giving you Rich Hil’s debut album SYLDD for free.

Nomads feat. The Weeknd

Ray Charles - I've got a woman

Ray Charles - What'd I say

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